Forged Steel's Wrestling Journal

Day 1

Starting this at the suggestion of my psychiatrist, who says that I really need a way to express myself since my work doesn't let me. Not sure where to start so he suggested that I start with my previous day.

I started the day off the same way I have for years now, two mile run followed by work out regimen, then a mile run after to cool down. Because it's a show day, after breakfast I meet the boss at the arena and we walk through my pre- and post-match, making sure everything is in order. Before I leave be gives me the finish, win but make it dirty so there's a rematch.

This is wrestling promotion in a nutshell, pit two athletes against each other in a bitter feud but make sure that it isn't resolved tonight. As I leave and ponder how to finish, I get a call from North Star. He's in town and wants to catch up. Of course I can't turn him down, so we meet over lunch.

I'm always amazed at how much kids seem to grow, North's daughter Mel seems to double her size every time I see her. But their youngest, Little Dipper, is the one that I most enjoy talking to, because he doesn't want to talk about wrestling or any sport. This kid is a genius and will probably win a royal prize in science, maybe before he even gets to university.

Again because it's my home territory, we have to meet in private. I'm heel so I can't be seen doing babyface things. Sometimes I feel this is what causes me problems, that I have to be forced into a role nearly all the time. As a heel I can easily blow off my anger, I'm expected to be bad. When I'm babyface it's easy to be my usual self, I'm not angry by default, but when things get to you, you have to smile and swallow it.

Mel is getting into kart racing, North is her strategist and Dip is going to be training as their engineer. She's a fast girl, and with those two helping her she's going to obliterate the competition.

Wineberry didn't talk too much, she was just happy to get away from the farm for a weekend. not that she needs to, she talks to me plenty during the week. She's a powerful lady to have made North from a drifter into a full-time dad.

In the evening they left so they could make it in before bell time, leaving just me to get into the zone. A cold shower, as cold as I can get, some stretches, and into the suit. I catch the ride, then we meet up with the police convoy.

Police are necessary because the boss got tired of paying for bodywork when my ride, or other heels' rides got jumped and/or egged by fans. We arrive in the arena, straight to the heel dressing area I go for a last bit of stretches before suiting up, then off to gorilla position.

My match comes and goes, I win but doing so by sneaking a chair shot, the fans are nearly rioting after the post match beat down I gave. Behind the curtain I'm congratulated on the good match, out of the wrestling gear, warm shower, back into the suit. The griffon tag team takes me to the bar for a drink.

Most avoid me because of being heel, but there are a few ladies who want "the bad guy". Tonight's attempt is by a girl who looks like she hadn't even finished high school. I know better, so I tell her to buy me a beer and I'll get her any drink she wants, she balks. Bingo, underage. I repeat my terms, buy me a drink at the bar and we'll talk.

The night comes and goes, I only end up drinking water. So back to the apartment, out of the suit and into workout gear. Just a light three mile run/walk for the evening and into bed. Another day, another show, another paycheck.