Pin Me Pay Me

I relish this part, it is pretty much the only part that makes me feel like a star. I worked for what sems to be many years in this business and during the the hard work and daily flights, you learn to relish the little. things. My music sounds and I approach the curtain. "God of Thunder?!" What the hell?! I asked for "Seek and Destroy!" You'd thing ring techs in the wrestling business would know the difference between Kiss and Metallica. Now my entrance is ruined. On national television for christ sake! First impressions are everything in this business and some fat, ponytailed bastard ruined mine. I break through the curtain arms raised in the air, as I am greeted with a chorus of boos. Good that was easier than I thought. I am a "heel" or in lamence terms, a bad guy, and getting heat is sometimes difficult. There's a difference between people hating your character and people hating you because you look like you dont know the difference betwen a wristlock and a wristwatch. I enter the ring and blow a few feigned snot shots into the crowd for added heat. I rest in my corner awaiting my opponent, or the guy Im supposed to make look good tonight. He breaks through the curtain, perfect music, perfect pyro. Someday Id love to have that happen to me. The crowd erupts and begins to chant his name as he steps through the rings ropes. I jump out of the ring as soon as he enters. This technique is great. Makes me look scared and adds more power to the champ. I step back in and approach the champ. He offers me a handshake. I put my hand out but instead drop to my knees and bring my forearm up between his legs. He drops to his knees as well holding his groin in pain, great opener, and now we are off. I get up and face the crowd laughing. The champ gets up and preforms a backdrop driving me onto the mat. I lie on my back grimacing. He then grabs me by the hair bringing me to my feet. He signals for his signature move, which is also my signal! He turns to face me then I poke him in the eye Stooges style! I hate it when this move is done on me, the pain he is feeling is real, another sacrifice for this business. I bounce of the ropes and lay him out with a clothesline. Being the coward that I am I exit the ring and grab a steel chair that "happens" to be under the ring apron. The crowd is really letting me have it now! I run in preparing to deliver to my foe a crushing blow that will surely end the match. As I enter the ring holding the chair the champ summons his strength from deep down and delivers a jumping roundhouse to the chair which in then connects with my face dropping me to the mat. As he appeals to the crowd to celebrate his "cunning" I reach into my wristband and pull out razorblade and make the small incision in my forehead. DAMN that stings. Not a big cut but the blood makes it look a lot worse than it actually is. I stumble to my feet and am immediately met with a diving suplex. 1, 2, 3! The champ gets his arm raised tonight. Good has vanquished evil and I head back into the backstage area holding my head and ducking food and beer being thrown at me. I take the proverbial "psycho shower" as the blood washes from me and goes down the drain. I cant help but feel each time that my years in this business are slowly going down the same drain as my blood.