Post by Aurora Danger Diggler on Jun 24, 2013 9:18:40 GMT -4
November 2012
I pulled off the stinky burka that my dad made me wear for weeks just to put his “clients” over. Apparently it was part of some kind of charade to buy his clients more time to prepare for this up coming War Games match. I have been training to wrestle for a year now, so I had no problem putting on a burka and appearing in one of the top companies in the nation. Heck, my father even promised me a contract if I impressed him. Now why he didn’t MANAGE me instead of the two bimbos me and this other lady were covering for? I don’t know. He told me it was because I wasn’t ready …but I always thought it was because he just resented me. I wasn’t really the person he wanted me to be. I was just weird. While I hoped he would choose me to be in this tag team, I knew he just wasn’t going to use me. Of course he was fine when I was masked and didn’t say a thing. But put me out there talking and wrestling as his daughter …suddenly, I wasn’t “ready.” But as I stood backstage removing the burka, I hoped I proved something to him. The other woman he hired just walked away …apparently he paid her in advance.
My dad walks out from behind the curtain with his two “clients” and I try to look excited to see him …even though I know he is eyeing to bang the shorter brunette who I was supposed to be “covering” for. He looks very happy with the way that ruse on Team Dempsey went down but he seems to be more proud of himself than the job I did. He looks at both of his clients and I try to scurry on in into this group discussion. Is he even paying attention to me?
“Good job ladies.” My father says to his clients and I think myself.
“What about me?” I asked. “How did I do?
He looks back over at me. “You did fine, dear. Now let me talk to my team here.”
“Wait,” I began. “What about that contract you told me that you could me?”
He struggled to come up with an excuse. “Um …honey.” He paused as his ‘ladies’ just looked at me mockingly …I felt so tiny compared to all of them. “You know I love you. You know that you did a great job for …um …you …but I just can’t come to Talon about giving you a contract yet. It just wouldn’t be fair to anyone else. But here …” He stops to pull a check for two hundred dollars out of his pocket and he hands it to me. “That is for all of your hard.”
I look at it with my eyes tearing up. I wanted to be a wrestler before he even got involved in this industry and now that he is involved …all he wants to do is use me and write me off? That was IT. I looked at him and I ripped up his check. I couldn’t say anything else but “I am done with you.” I then walked away from douche bag of a father so he could continue to pat his “toys” on the back.
------------
Present Day
Life moved on. I continued to train for some kind of break into the industry while updating my weekly LOST podcast. Yes, I know the show ended three years ago but I don’t believe that that is the real ending of the show. It is a conspiracy I tell you. I have seen my dad for holidays and the like but even after he was fired from CRW, I didn’t really want anything to do with him. I wanted to prove that I could be a better wrestler than anyone he could represent. I didn’t care how weird or off putting he or anyone thought I was, I am special and I was going to prove it. Since that short stint in CRW, I moved back to my hometown of Portland where freaks like me are a little more accepted. It is just one of those places that I can call home. I spend a lot of time travelling between Portland and Seattle picking up any independent bookings when I can. I’ve had a few try outs with different big times but thus far have got no call backs yet. I am told that I am amazing in the ring but my personality is off putting to most “casual people.” Basically, they were telling me I don’t have “it.” I am not the “total package.” But I just never believed that when I heard it.
And that is something I have been hearing all of my life. I don’t belong; I’m weird; I pay too much attention to television more than current events. I am so sorry that I find the ethics of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air more interesting than people’s minor gripes with their boss or wife or whatever. So yeah, being underestimated is something that happens to me a lot and I am cool with that. I know one day my patience and tolerance of people’s intolerance will pay off. But damn, I have been so looking forward to that day that some big company will give me that opportunity to be me and not some decoy in a burka. I do have to admit, like any good ridilin kid …I am losing my patience with waiting for my moment.
I am than distracted by a commercial for soap.
------------
There I was doing my normal Sunday tradition of standing in a long ass line outside of Voodoo Donuts with my boy friend Abraham and his boyfriend Devo. Love is a complicated thing …so is dating a gay dude. Right as we were about to enter the famous eatery, my cell phone began to ring.
“Ror’s cell. What up?” I said as my boyfriend and his boyfriend started making out paying me no mind. I was fine with that. Gay boys will be gay boys …he didn’t mind it when I did it with my girlfriend at parties so its all good, chief.
“Is this Aurora Hanson?” The serious male voice on the other end of the phone asked.
“I prefer to go by the name Aurora DANGER Diggler, but yes, we are the same person.” I answered as we moved closer to our donuts. I couldn’t wait to get those donuts in my belly …and then head to the gym to get it out of my system. Before I was able to get lost in my thoughts again, the voice continued.
“This is (I seriously didn’t catch the name) from Action Packed Wrestling we saw your audition tape and while we can’t help you get on the Amazing Race we would like to offer you a position as a roster member on our Meltdown show.”
My jaw dropped as the line stopped right behind me as I froze.
“Ms. Hanson? Are you there?”
“Yes,” I said coming back into reality. “And YES. YES. A Thousand times YES!”
I then hang up the phone and jump in the air with everyone looking at me. “TOYOTA!”
I pulled off the stinky burka that my dad made me wear for weeks just to put his “clients” over. Apparently it was part of some kind of charade to buy his clients more time to prepare for this up coming War Games match. I have been training to wrestle for a year now, so I had no problem putting on a burka and appearing in one of the top companies in the nation. Heck, my father even promised me a contract if I impressed him. Now why he didn’t MANAGE me instead of the two bimbos me and this other lady were covering for? I don’t know. He told me it was because I wasn’t ready …but I always thought it was because he just resented me. I wasn’t really the person he wanted me to be. I was just weird. While I hoped he would choose me to be in this tag team, I knew he just wasn’t going to use me. Of course he was fine when I was masked and didn’t say a thing. But put me out there talking and wrestling as his daughter …suddenly, I wasn’t “ready.” But as I stood backstage removing the burka, I hoped I proved something to him. The other woman he hired just walked away …apparently he paid her in advance.
My dad walks out from behind the curtain with his two “clients” and I try to look excited to see him …even though I know he is eyeing to bang the shorter brunette who I was supposed to be “covering” for. He looks very happy with the way that ruse on Team Dempsey went down but he seems to be more proud of himself than the job I did. He looks at both of his clients and I try to scurry on in into this group discussion. Is he even paying attention to me?
“Good job ladies.” My father says to his clients and I think myself.
“What about me?” I asked. “How did I do?
He looks back over at me. “You did fine, dear. Now let me talk to my team here.”
“Wait,” I began. “What about that contract you told me that you could me?”
He struggled to come up with an excuse. “Um …honey.” He paused as his ‘ladies’ just looked at me mockingly …I felt so tiny compared to all of them. “You know I love you. You know that you did a great job for …um …you …but I just can’t come to Talon about giving you a contract yet. It just wouldn’t be fair to anyone else. But here …” He stops to pull a check for two hundred dollars out of his pocket and he hands it to me. “That is for all of your hard.”
I look at it with my eyes tearing up. I wanted to be a wrestler before he even got involved in this industry and now that he is involved …all he wants to do is use me and write me off? That was IT. I looked at him and I ripped up his check. I couldn’t say anything else but “I am done with you.” I then walked away from douche bag of a father so he could continue to pat his “toys” on the back.
------------
Present Day
Life moved on. I continued to train for some kind of break into the industry while updating my weekly LOST podcast. Yes, I know the show ended three years ago but I don’t believe that that is the real ending of the show. It is a conspiracy I tell you. I have seen my dad for holidays and the like but even after he was fired from CRW, I didn’t really want anything to do with him. I wanted to prove that I could be a better wrestler than anyone he could represent. I didn’t care how weird or off putting he or anyone thought I was, I am special and I was going to prove it. Since that short stint in CRW, I moved back to my hometown of Portland where freaks like me are a little more accepted. It is just one of those places that I can call home. I spend a lot of time travelling between Portland and Seattle picking up any independent bookings when I can. I’ve had a few try outs with different big times but thus far have got no call backs yet. I am told that I am amazing in the ring but my personality is off putting to most “casual people.” Basically, they were telling me I don’t have “it.” I am not the “total package.” But I just never believed that when I heard it.
And that is something I have been hearing all of my life. I don’t belong; I’m weird; I pay too much attention to television more than current events. I am so sorry that I find the ethics of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air more interesting than people’s minor gripes with their boss or wife or whatever. So yeah, being underestimated is something that happens to me a lot and I am cool with that. I know one day my patience and tolerance of people’s intolerance will pay off. But damn, I have been so looking forward to that day that some big company will give me that opportunity to be me and not some decoy in a burka. I do have to admit, like any good ridilin kid …I am losing my patience with waiting for my moment.
I am than distracted by a commercial for soap.
------------
There I was doing my normal Sunday tradition of standing in a long ass line outside of Voodoo Donuts with my boy friend Abraham and his boyfriend Devo. Love is a complicated thing …so is dating a gay dude. Right as we were about to enter the famous eatery, my cell phone began to ring.
“Ror’s cell. What up?” I said as my boyfriend and his boyfriend started making out paying me no mind. I was fine with that. Gay boys will be gay boys …he didn’t mind it when I did it with my girlfriend at parties so its all good, chief.
“Is this Aurora Hanson?” The serious male voice on the other end of the phone asked.
“I prefer to go by the name Aurora DANGER Diggler, but yes, we are the same person.” I answered as we moved closer to our donuts. I couldn’t wait to get those donuts in my belly …and then head to the gym to get it out of my system. Before I was able to get lost in my thoughts again, the voice continued.
“This is (I seriously didn’t catch the name) from Action Packed Wrestling we saw your audition tape and while we can’t help you get on the Amazing Race we would like to offer you a position as a roster member on our Meltdown show.”
My jaw dropped as the line stopped right behind me as I froze.
“Ms. Hanson? Are you there?”
“Yes,” I said coming back into reality. “And YES. YES. A Thousand times YES!”
I then hang up the phone and jump in the air with everyone looking at me. “TOYOTA!”
