Wrestling Diaries: The Contender
April 3
Tonight was the granddaddy of them all and I watched it from my couch.
Alone.
Again.
My goal is to be there in person next year. Yeah, yeah… I know I say that every year, but I mean it this time. Even if I don’t have anyone to go with me, I’m going!
The most exciting part of the PPV was when HE returned at the end of the night. The crowd went nuts since he wasn’t expected to be back for another month or so. Hell, I even screamed when his music hit. And boy, oh boy, did he look good in those wrestling trunks.
Now that the PPV is over I have to go back to reality (work, bleh). I really wish I’d get that promotion, but it doesn’t look like that will be happening any time soon. It seems my boss only likes to promote males.
April 13
Today I got an email that made my heart pound. HE is coming to town for an autograph signing next month. The email was vague, but… still! I might actually get to meet him. Now the million-dollar question is what on earth should I wear?
April 15
Ran into my boss in the parking garage. He tried to avoid me, but we were parked side by side.
“Jamie,” he greeted. “How are you?”
I wanted to be snide and say, “You mean since I didn’t get the promotion? Again. Oh, I’m dandy.”
Instead, I smiled. “Great, sir. Have a good weekend.”
Asshole.
April 22
Some of the girls in the office asked me to go have a drink with them. I wanted to, but I always feel so damn out of place. Being the wallflower has never been fun. If only I could find a way to come out of my shell.
May 1
At least May is finally here. That means I’m one day closer to meeting him . I called the sports store to make sure the event was still on. As of now it is.
May 21
Mesquite, TX
It finally happened tonight. After three years of being a fan from afar I finally met Mesquite !
He was doing an autograph signing to promote the upcoming PPV event that will be held in Dallas. To be honest I wasn’t even sure that I was going to get to go, due to a last minute project at work. But, lo and behold, I found myself standing in line with three hundred other eager fans.
Excited energy filled the air and I couldn’t help but acknowledge the thrill in that moment. Most of the crowd was typical fans – wrestling t-shirt wearing fans that believed the storylines were real. I swear, if I heard one more person say X was Y’s brother in real life I was going to scream. I did see a few familiar faces, though.
Afterward I had to wonder if it was the way I dressed that made Mesquite notice me. In my skirt, heels, and pink blouse, I’m sure I stood out. People said I didn’t look like I belonged at wrestling events, which always made me laugh. I belonged there as much as the next person. I just dressed differently.
The line moved slowly, but gave me a chance to really watch him. He took his time with people he spoke to, making each individual feel special. I appreciated that. At other meet-n-greets the talent’s goal was to get out of there as fast as they could. Some barely even looked up. Not him, though.
His blonde hair was longer than he usually kept it and the new look was kind of sexy. After his matches he would push that one stray piece that always fell across his face behind his ear and wink at the cameras. It drove the crowds wild and it turned me on. A lot .
He, of course, was muscular, but not to the point that he looked ‘roided out. That look grossed me out. And his eyes… sweet Jesus, he had the bluest eyes. Today he wore black slacks and a blue shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but that same rogue piece kept escaping.
He looked edible.
The line moved again and I realized I was almost to the makeshift stage where he sat. There were only ten people between us and I wondered what I would say to him. I certainly
April 3
Tonight was the granddaddy of them all and I watched it from my couch.
Alone.
Again.
My goal is to be there in person next year. Yeah, yeah… I know I say that every year, but I mean it this time. Even if I don’t have anyone to go with me, I’m going!
The most exciting part of the PPV was when HE returned at the end of the night. The crowd went nuts since he wasn’t expected to be back for another month or so. Hell, I even screamed when his music hit. And boy, oh boy, did he look good in those wrestling trunks.
Now that the PPV is over I have to go back to reality (work, bleh). I really wish I’d get that promotion, but it doesn’t look like that will be happening any time soon. It seems my boss only likes to promote males.
April 13
Today I got an email that made my heart pound. HE is coming to town for an autograph signing next month. The email was vague, but… still! I might actually get to meet him. Now the million-dollar question is what on earth should I wear?
April 15
Ran into my boss in the parking garage. He tried to avoid me, but we were parked side by side.
“Jamie,” he greeted. “How are you?”
I wanted to be snide and say, “You mean since I didn’t get the promotion? Again. Oh, I’m dandy.”
Instead, I smiled. “Great, sir. Have a good weekend.”
Asshole.
April 22
Some of the girls in the office asked me to go have a drink with them. I wanted to, but I always feel so damn out of place. Being the wallflower has never been fun. If only I could find a way to come out of my shell.
May 1
At least May is finally here. That means I’m one day closer to meeting him . I called the sports store to make sure the event was still on. As of now it is.
May 21
Mesquite, TX
It finally happened tonight. After three years of being a fan from afar I finally met Mesquite !
He was doing an autograph signing to promote the upcoming PPV event that will be held in Dallas. To be honest I wasn’t even sure that I was going to get to go, due to a last minute project at work. But, lo and behold, I found myself standing in line with three hundred other eager fans.
Excited energy filled the air and I couldn’t help but acknowledge the thrill in that moment. Most of the crowd was typical fans – wrestling t-shirt wearing fans that believed the storylines were real. I swear, if I heard one more person say X was Y’s brother in real life I was going to scream. I did see a few familiar faces, though.
Afterward I had to wonder if it was the way I dressed that made Mesquite notice me. In my skirt, heels, and pink blouse, I’m sure I stood out. People said I didn’t look like I belonged at wrestling events, which always made me laugh. I belonged there as much as the next person. I just dressed differently.
The line moved slowly, but gave me a chance to really watch him. He took his time with people he spoke to, making each individual feel special. I appreciated that. At other meet-n-greets the talent’s goal was to get out of there as fast as they could. Some barely even looked up. Not him, though.
His blonde hair was longer than he usually kept it and the new look was kind of sexy. After his matches he would push that one stray piece that always fell across his face behind his ear and wink at the cameras. It drove the crowds wild and it turned me on. A lot .
He, of course, was muscular, but not to the point that he looked ‘roided out. That look grossed me out. And his eyes… sweet Jesus, he had the bluest eyes. Today he wore black slacks and a blue shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but that same rogue piece kept escaping.
He looked edible.
The line moved again and I realized I was almost to the makeshift stage where he sat. There were only ten people between us and I wondered what I would say to him. I certainly
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