Friday, October 11th, 2013

Seattle, Washington - 11:21 am

“He did too...”

“Did not!”

“He did too, and it was awesome.”

“You’re telling me Dan at the frat party took his penis out, and dunked it in Mike’s drink when he wasn’t looking?”

“Yeah, funny as Hell.”

“Funny, but Dan’s gonna get his ass kicked when Mike finds out.”

As Bradley Young sat at the table of the bar “Shorty’s”, his friend and dorm room roommate Anthony was telling him all about the night before’s frat house party. He didn’t go personally, had a pile of homework and didn’t like a lot of the people at the fraternity house it was held in. However he was always interested in what stupidity went on that night. “Well sounds like a fun night as usual.” Bradley told his friend, sipping on the soda as he looked down at the 1/4 of a cheeseburger in front of him. “Honestly it was pretty stupid, plus I was out of there the moment one of them started trying to fight anyone there he could. Place is a psycho ward.” Anthony wasn’t someone Brad had known for very long, since junior year of high school when he played on the school golf team with Anthony. The guy came from a middle class suburban house, African-American, loved video games, cracking jokes, and somehow had a gift with computers.

As Brad glanced around the half filled bar and towards the back where they kept a large assortment of arcade and pinball games. He sighed a little as Anthony noticed his movement. “Hey what’s going on man? You seem kind’ve worried.” Anthony asked him while taking a bite out of his jalapeno popper. “Huh?” Bradley’s brain snapped him back to reality before he could muster a response. “Oh uh... I don’t know last night... one of my teachers asked me what I had in mind for my major. Just you know... still have no clue.” Bradley finally admitted as he leaned back in his chair. Anthony nodded. “Ah I hear you man. You seriously do need to start thinking about it you do realize that right?” “Oh come on, don’t major corporations love guys who have general study diplomas?” “Yeah, for their mail room.”

Atlanta, Georgia - 2: 15 pm

Veronica Garza’s butt was starting to hurt a bit from the back seat of the car road trip from Birmingham, Alabama to Atlanta, sure it’s only been around a three hour drive, but add on the sore shoulder from going through a table last night the wrong way and the trip becomes worse. The Wrestling Championship Association, was going to have one of the staff doctors check on her when she got to the arena the show was going to be at. So she was in pain not even knowing what it was. Not to mention Tracy Kim being in the driver’s seat driving and talking about whatever it was she was yammering about.

“So I was talking to the writing staff saying that we should totally do this angle with me and Jack Smothers right? Well they were all like ‘Oh no we have Jack saved for this other angle’ oh come on, I know damn good and well they have nothing for him. They haven’t used him on a show in three weeks.” “Aren’t they going to put him in Television Title matches?” Veronica finally asked glancing over to Tracy. “Uh... well it could still work right?” “...*sigh*... sure Tracy... sure.”

Veronica should’ve listened to her dad and gone back to Mexico. At least there they treat her like a Goddess.

Finally the car pulled up to the arena where the show was going to be a Pay Per View, Man Up, a show that called for Veronica Garza vs. Tracy Kim in a hardcore match for Veronica’s Women’s Championship. The two closer to when the road trip began had talked about the match, coming up with spots in the match for big moves, what kind of weapons to use, most importantly since Tracy was suppose to win the title from Veronica how the match could end. “God, I can’t believe they’re going to give me a title run.” Tracy said as she glanced up at the arena pulling her duffel bag out of the trunk of the rental car. Veronica smiled at her. “Hey you earned it, let’s just make sure first the match goes well. Otherwise knowing the management, you’ll probably get a short reign or something.” Veronica mentioned, remembering how her first women’s title reign had that problem happen to it.

Savannah, Georgia 2:15pm

Darren walked out of his last class of the day and headed to his dorm. He wanted to get cleaned up before heading out. Darren didn't have very many friends, but the few friends that he did have, also danced. After Darren got cleaned up, he headed out. There was an old building that he danced at down by the waterfront. He grabbed his ipod and ipod speakers and headed out.
"Hey D." a voice came from behind him.
"Hey John, you hear about the challenge?"
"yea man, we accepting or not?"
"i haven't decided yet, i'm going to talk to everyone today about it."
"Well when is it for D?"
"it's suppose to take place tomorrow night"
The rest of the walk over to the building was quiet. There wasn't much said, Darren just put his ipod on and listened to it while walking. Darren was a the kind to think about challenges, but never could decide to take one on his own. He always talked it over with his friends. He ran his hand through his long black wavey hair, to get it out of his face.