Post by novacaine on Jan 11, 2019 17:06:44 GMT -5
Its a blustery cold day in Stockholm with a light snow falling, but the cold has done nothing to dampen the excitement of the fans standing in line waiting to get inside for tonight's Valor Pro Wrestling Event. Beyond the line of fans, through the doors, down past the Merchandise and Concession Tables a crew works on the final touches around Ringside to make sure everything is perfect. VPW is not the big leagues of the business, but they still strive to put on a show that will send the fans home talking.
In the front row of seats staring intently at the Ring sits the man that could stir up more hatred than an Orange Man wanting to build a wall to keep out Brown people. NovaCaine is finishing the task of lacing up his boots, normally something he would do in the back but tonight his mind was rolling by with a million thoughts all screaming for attention at once and being around the Ring just seemed to relax those thoughts. It had been his home for more years then some of his opponents tonight had even been alive. Both knees in braces, a re-enforced elbow pad on the left and enough painkiller to bring down a Bull Elephant making its way through his body were all old friends returning to action for a man probably way passed his prime.
In the Ring, Fallon and some of the others on the Roster were going over last minute changes to the Booking, and while it was something Nova should definitely be involved in. He hated to work through a match before the bell. You never know when something might change on the fly out here and you will be left without a net. You need to be able to call the action as the fans feed you. If they are loving what you are doing, you keep doing it. If they are hating what you are doing and bored to tears you damn well better have the ability to change it up. So he would work his way out there tonight and hope for the best working against a group of Workers young enough to be his kids.
Freddie took a seat next to Nova watching the action with a little kid's amazement. His first time being within the inner realm that fans should never see. It was like finding out David Copperfield really didn't make the Statue of Liberty disappear and how the trick was done. You were amazed with the ingenuity behind the trick but still feel pangs of sadness that you now know the truth. Freddie sighed, slowly exhaling in that drawn out way a person does when they are wanting something.
Nova didn't look up from his boots as he spoke " What?"
" What's going on? You been sitting out here for three hours working on those boots. Even green Rookies can lace a pair of boots in half of that time."
" Rookies also don't have an annoying little man asking them questions the entire time. Sometimes you appear to be doing one thing, while you are doing something totally different. When the Trojan Horse was brought to the gates as a gift, they missed the people inside because they were so transfixed on the picture they were being shown that they never thought to look a little closer to truly see the image. What I mean is you see an old guy struggling to lace his boots while a bunch of young kids work out every flashy move they have ever learned wanting to break them out like Candy flying from a Pinata never realizing that once the Pinata breaks and the Candy is all seen...You have nothing more than an empty shell. What I see is an old guy studying those youngsters, listening to them talk and learning about them at their most relaxed. Take Fallon there talking to her Boyfriend, she smiles a lot but her hands are shaking. "
Freddie peered closer at the hands of the diminutive spitfire. Sure enough they did appear to be shaking ever so slightly.
" That concerns me because if she's shaking and calls for a Vertical, could my Skull be cracked because she is a bundle of nerves right now. I have watched Rizzo pacing back and forth like a caged animal over there, barely making contact with anyone. Does that mean he's focused or does that mean he is so in his head, he is going to miss spots and fuck up out here in just a little bit so bad that he won't be able to recover and will totally be lost in the match? "
Nova shrugs, still watching Rizzo while finishing up the last of his laces.
" I see Sullivan over there doing bends that make my back hurt just watching. Is that simply her routine or is she wanting to draw attention to herself and if she will she go into business for herself in the match tonight and have all of us getting our asses ripped a new one by the Booker after the match. Then you have me"
Freddie was so interested in this little tutorial on what may or may not being going through a Worker's head before a match that he was visibly shocked when Nova would legit turn the microscope upon himself.
" The other night in that match my timing was shit. I barely got a reaction from the marks even when I did the Foreign Object routine. My knees are hurting so damn bad right now I would probably need to use the Stall with all of the handrails if I had to go take a shit. It wasn't like riding a Bicycle. I didn't just jump right back in and everything was just second nature. Everything is still here"
Nova taps his Index finger to his temple.
" and it is still here as well"
He taps his chest over his heart.
" But it sure the hell isn't here yet...or maybe ever"
Nova rubs his hands over his legs signifying the pain his body is already feeling before the bell ever rings tonight. " I am scared to death right now. The other night it was one big guy, who was an old Vet like me and I felt could probably carry things if he needed too. But tonight Freddie, there is three young kids that are counting on me not to make them look like shit before a sold out crowd. Rizzo's big debut, he doesn't need me fucking it up. Fallon's big coming out, with her deal about guys and girls looking away when a Pig like me says I am going to pin you down and touch your goodies. It's a Me-Too Moment coming to life right in front of the fans. She doesn't need me screwing that up for her. Then Allison...I am not sure what her deal is but I know she needs me and everyone else in that match to be on time if she's going to do all of that Lucha Libre bendy bullshit...One miss and we....I could cripple the damn kid. It's more fucking stressful than noticing the hooker gobbling your knob has an I Heart Cannibals T-shirt on. "
Freddie took another deep breath, slowly exhaling. "It's gonna be great"
Nova chuckles, slapping his goofy Documentary Doofus in the back of the head. Not hard or violent more so that kind of slap that says what the hell are you thinking.
" Thanks for the motivation Coach. Next you are going to say just rub some dirt on it and walk it off right?"
Freddie let out a booming laugh that caught Nova and everyone else within earshot by surprise. Now with all eyes locked on him, he sheepishly looked away with Nova leaning back his chair and smiling at the crew and workers all around the ring..." Don't mind us..." Gesturing towards Freddy with his slight jerk of his head" Make-a-Wish Kid...Severe Brain Damage or something"
Freddie glared at Nova, as the others slowly went back to their prepping. Tonight was the night. VPW would see the return of NovaCaine....Once retired, nearly expired.
To be continued by anyone that's bored. My apologies to my opponents for missing the deadline. I like to do these RPS at time where you would see the crew of a Professional Wrestling Company behind the scenes. The true people that make a show go and how they react to one another outside of their characters if that makes sense.
In the front row of seats staring intently at the Ring sits the man that could stir up more hatred than an Orange Man wanting to build a wall to keep out Brown people. NovaCaine is finishing the task of lacing up his boots, normally something he would do in the back but tonight his mind was rolling by with a million thoughts all screaming for attention at once and being around the Ring just seemed to relax those thoughts. It had been his home for more years then some of his opponents tonight had even been alive. Both knees in braces, a re-enforced elbow pad on the left and enough painkiller to bring down a Bull Elephant making its way through his body were all old friends returning to action for a man probably way passed his prime.
In the Ring, Fallon and some of the others on the Roster were going over last minute changes to the Booking, and while it was something Nova should definitely be involved in. He hated to work through a match before the bell. You never know when something might change on the fly out here and you will be left without a net. You need to be able to call the action as the fans feed you. If they are loving what you are doing, you keep doing it. If they are hating what you are doing and bored to tears you damn well better have the ability to change it up. So he would work his way out there tonight and hope for the best working against a group of Workers young enough to be his kids.
Freddie took a seat next to Nova watching the action with a little kid's amazement. His first time being within the inner realm that fans should never see. It was like finding out David Copperfield really didn't make the Statue of Liberty disappear and how the trick was done. You were amazed with the ingenuity behind the trick but still feel pangs of sadness that you now know the truth. Freddie sighed, slowly exhaling in that drawn out way a person does when they are wanting something.
Nova didn't look up from his boots as he spoke " What?"
" What's going on? You been sitting out here for three hours working on those boots. Even green Rookies can lace a pair of boots in half of that time."
" Rookies also don't have an annoying little man asking them questions the entire time. Sometimes you appear to be doing one thing, while you are doing something totally different. When the Trojan Horse was brought to the gates as a gift, they missed the people inside because they were so transfixed on the picture they were being shown that they never thought to look a little closer to truly see the image. What I mean is you see an old guy struggling to lace his boots while a bunch of young kids work out every flashy move they have ever learned wanting to break them out like Candy flying from a Pinata never realizing that once the Pinata breaks and the Candy is all seen...You have nothing more than an empty shell. What I see is an old guy studying those youngsters, listening to them talk and learning about them at their most relaxed. Take Fallon there talking to her Boyfriend, she smiles a lot but her hands are shaking. "
Freddie peered closer at the hands of the diminutive spitfire. Sure enough they did appear to be shaking ever so slightly.
" That concerns me because if she's shaking and calls for a Vertical, could my Skull be cracked because she is a bundle of nerves right now. I have watched Rizzo pacing back and forth like a caged animal over there, barely making contact with anyone. Does that mean he's focused or does that mean he is so in his head, he is going to miss spots and fuck up out here in just a little bit so bad that he won't be able to recover and will totally be lost in the match? "
Nova shrugs, still watching Rizzo while finishing up the last of his laces.
" I see Sullivan over there doing bends that make my back hurt just watching. Is that simply her routine or is she wanting to draw attention to herself and if she will she go into business for herself in the match tonight and have all of us getting our asses ripped a new one by the Booker after the match. Then you have me"
Freddie was so interested in this little tutorial on what may or may not being going through a Worker's head before a match that he was visibly shocked when Nova would legit turn the microscope upon himself.
" The other night in that match my timing was shit. I barely got a reaction from the marks even when I did the Foreign Object routine. My knees are hurting so damn bad right now I would probably need to use the Stall with all of the handrails if I had to go take a shit. It wasn't like riding a Bicycle. I didn't just jump right back in and everything was just second nature. Everything is still here"
Nova taps his Index finger to his temple.
" and it is still here as well"
He taps his chest over his heart.
" But it sure the hell isn't here yet...or maybe ever"
Nova rubs his hands over his legs signifying the pain his body is already feeling before the bell ever rings tonight. " I am scared to death right now. The other night it was one big guy, who was an old Vet like me and I felt could probably carry things if he needed too. But tonight Freddie, there is three young kids that are counting on me not to make them look like shit before a sold out crowd. Rizzo's big debut, he doesn't need me fucking it up. Fallon's big coming out, with her deal about guys and girls looking away when a Pig like me says I am going to pin you down and touch your goodies. It's a Me-Too Moment coming to life right in front of the fans. She doesn't need me screwing that up for her. Then Allison...I am not sure what her deal is but I know she needs me and everyone else in that match to be on time if she's going to do all of that Lucha Libre bendy bullshit...One miss and we....I could cripple the damn kid. It's more fucking stressful than noticing the hooker gobbling your knob has an I Heart Cannibals T-shirt on. "
Freddie took another deep breath, slowly exhaling. "It's gonna be great"
Nova chuckles, slapping his goofy Documentary Doofus in the back of the head. Not hard or violent more so that kind of slap that says what the hell are you thinking.
" Thanks for the motivation Coach. Next you are going to say just rub some dirt on it and walk it off right?"
Freddie let out a booming laugh that caught Nova and everyone else within earshot by surprise. Now with all eyes locked on him, he sheepishly looked away with Nova leaning back his chair and smiling at the crew and workers all around the ring..." Don't mind us..." Gesturing towards Freddy with his slight jerk of his head" Make-a-Wish Kid...Severe Brain Damage or something"
Freddie glared at Nova, as the others slowly went back to their prepping. Tonight was the night. VPW would see the return of NovaCaine....Once retired, nearly expired.
To be continued by anyone that's bored. My apologies to my opponents for missing the deadline. I like to do these RPS at time where you would see the crew of a Professional Wrestling Company behind the scenes. The true people that make a show go and how they react to one another outside of their characters if that makes sense.