Post by Trevor Hyatt on Feb 21, 2013 9:10:27 GMT -4
Lady luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shout a seven with evry shot
Viva, viva las vegas
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Entry #1:2/18/2013
Dear Diary,
I couldn’t breathe after losing to Warren Peace on my last outing. The pressure was too great to bear and I went into shock. The hospital ride wasn’t that bad as one was to suspect. It was like driving to a safe haven. My mind couldn’t comprehend at the time that my dream of being at Rasslemania wasn’t about to dwindle. Tag Team wrestling that’s the only words my so called father pitched to me when I had a bunch of god damn tubes inside of me. This wasn’t some sort of game where you could put another coin in and have another life.
My life was not becoming any easier. I only could scrape up one fucking win on Meltdown. That was about to change as I was going to be at Rasslemania teaming with someone or not. I hate hospitals the fact of the matter is I’ve been here before. When my knees were shot and my career was almost ended this was where I went. When I hurt my back so bad it needed to be restored with a god damn metal plate. I’m not some lab rat, I’m a human being. And human beings don’t like some doctor poking around inside without offering them Dinner & a Movie.
Well, the day wasn’t going to be easier as Nova Scotia was territory I barely seen. How would they react to “Simply” Trevor Hyatt? Thing is I did PR work in Nova Scotia back in 1998 promoting the World Class Wrestling PPV: Demon Days. But, I wasn’t the man you see today I was at my prime. Now, I’m a shell with the heart and soul drained out of me. I used to be the spaghetti with the meat sauce and the works. The man you see before you isn’t as appetizing as the old days. I’ve failed more miserable than Britney Spears does at lip syncing. If you are going to mouth the words at least do it right for fuck sake.
Entry #2:2/20/2013
Dear Diary,
Okay, I’ve met up with a Doctor here in Nova Scotia he said that I should write more about my struggles instead of saying them out loud. It’s supposed to suppress the feelings of self pity and self hatred that’s normally on my mind. It’s not that I hate myself in particular it’s all the shit I take. You, see I am a person used to phoning it home on the big show. Lately this guy Warren Peace has put me down on my ass. Yet, there’s light at the end of that great big tunnel we call life. I made a vow to my family that I will give one hundred and ten percent.
But, I have failed them time after time. You see my partner is no stranger to being on the outside looking in. Niobe “Nightmare” Martin is a very attractive woman, who can be something in this business. She is in a bigger slump than I as I’ve not been in the APW as long as her. The way I see it is we can’t fall on our faces. Two of the underdogs should muster up enough courage to bite the competition on its ass. What I’m saying is Diary I’m going to Rasslemania. I don’t care if I have to motivate Niobe with the speech from Hoosiers.
You all know Hoosiers the movie with a young Gene Hackman that’s a great inspirational film about College Basketball. I’m going to take the cake again, as this time I’m bringing my own icing. I think I’m going to this more often maybe not in a couple of days as I have to prepare for this tag match up. But, me and the Diary thing might be the niche I need to break away from the pack of wolves in Action Packed Wrestling.
Well, Eliza couldn’t make it to Nova Scotia. I stood on the corner in the cold for four god damn hours before my limousine finally came. This limo service was horrible that’s what I get for trusting my godfather Regis. For a guy with so much experience in show business this service was trash. The limo driver was a young man who looked no more than twenty years old. I shrugged at the thought of all limo drivers have to be up in age. But, I never have seen one this young before. Onward we rolled to the destination of champions. It was Johnny Tao’s Chinese buffet where I was greeted by the man himself. I didn’t come for the buffet that was all good and all. My main purpose was to talk with Todd Vegas my nonchalant agent with ego issues. He motioned me toward a booth on the far right side of the restaurant. So, we were in a corner where no one would hear you scream just great.
Vegas: “You made it; I wasn’t expecting you to show up at all. It took you over four hours to meet me and I haven’t eaten a thing. I’m famished, a little weary in my eyes and hear you sit with your tongue all hanging out and that ridiculous shiny glitter suit. Are you a wizard from the 80’s?”
I hated this guy with a passion. Nothing gets under my skin worse than a big shot agent that thinks they own you and everything you do. I can’t even take a shit without this guy behind me or wondering what’s happening. I guess being a professional wrestler has its ups and downs. In my case I’m at rock bottom and barely treading water.
Hyatt: “You know I’m busy with training for a match with Niobe Martin against Evan McDonald & Megan Andrews. Mixed tag matches are a wonder to be in except I’m in this to win. I want to compete on the big stag of Rasslemania and I’d give my all to be there. You won’t see me cutting any slack, no sir.”
I could see Todd Vegas didn’t really care about what I had to say as he high tailed his ass over to the different assortment of food before I could continue. I believe in second chances and I believe in fate. So, why can’t those two go hand and hand in a very cohesive unit? I got me a plate before sitting back down with The Vegas Man.
Vegas: “I talked to Sienna Harrison & Alexander Duval they don’t like what you bring to the table. They signed you hoping you to be this high caliber veteran form the glory days. What they see is a washed up veteran with a giant chip on his shoulder. And if that chip isn’t sour cream then I don’t I can rid you of it. What do you think of that? Mm these egg rolls are super delish.”
Watching this guy stuff his mouth with egg rolls and everything known to man I didn’t really consider the general managers of meltdown valuing my performance. The thing is their opinion didn’t mean a damn thing as I didn’t need their blessing. The people who earned their blessing don’t give a damn about these fans while I on other hand love my fans and how they love saying “Simply” Trevor.
Hyatt: “So what I’m not flattered by you talking to the enemy. If I wanted to be targeted by an evil empire I’d move to North Korea. All I want is to be civil and peaceful. Megan Andrews & Evan McDonald are two crafty young talents. But, Evan only cares about getting his rocks off while Andrews is trying to burn everything in sight. So we have a ladies’ man and a pyromaniac versus a veteran highflyer in me and a woman who is everyone’s nightmare in one ring colliding with each other. I think of this match as breaking the barrier.
There is no glass ceiling as I broke through it with all my might. I see me and Niobe going to Rasslemania because there’s “Simply” too much riding on this opportunity. Screw the egg rolls and imitation crab meat I’m making these guys into my Kung Pao bitches as this is my last shot. It isn’t like I have a long career ahead of me. My knees are barely holding out Todd.”
I knew Todd could understand where I was coming from. Okay, he didn’t know where I was coming form. I was his first client who was a professional wrestler and the thing about me being a lawyer was why he couldn’t be shady. He tried being shady once before but was stopped when he found out I was a lawyer. He hates being my agent without being a slime ball. And, I liked that he had to suffer with being his normal annoying self.
Vegas: “This is not something I pulled out of thin air Trevor. I knew that you wanted to be at Rasslemania so I got you into this tournament. The pairings were completely random and if you have to carry your team then you shall. Come on, I watched countless of your matches that your Dad insisted on me to watch though I don’t like wrestling. I do respect what you guys and gals go through each and every day. So, as a fellow man and American you hit a stride but you couldn’t pull the trigger. You have to pull that trigger if you want to make it to Rasslemania.”
The Vegas Man was right again though I hated his advice. A devil with a smile who knew all the answers to life’s great mysteries was trouble. But, he was right again and that’s all that mattered. Right? I could say you would be wrong to guess yay or neigh. Stay in between as a neutral zone is friendlier to convey to the public and their worldwide global agenda. I had balls, I was a man of my word and I wasn’t going to back down a single damn inch.
Hyatt: “I feel wrong about this though. It’s like watching bestiality the images are so gut wrenching, yet you can’t turn away for a second. You know why Bill Murray doesn’t want to do Ghostbusters III he’s scared of failure. He did one sequel but he’s scared the trilogy might be very successful or be a dreadful indication. I want to be successful this can’t be another shortcoming or this will be my last hoorah. I didn’t come back to be ousted by people younger, more good looking and naïve as me. I’m going to show them a thing about “Simply” Trevor Hyatt. I’m like a fine wine I get better with age…Todd. Are you hearing what I’m saying about my opponents’ Todd?”
I looked up and the son of a bitch was gone. For everyone out there this was a terrible moment for a guy with so much to go on. Sitting at the table as the waiter came to present me with the bill. For the first time ever I witnessed a buffet that priced you for every plate you got. So, I thought it’d be a reasonable price per plate as me and Todd had six eight plates each. Each plate was a whopping forty bucks due to the high priced décor, dining experience and various extras apart of Johnny Tao’s. Let’s just say I was short money as Todd Vegas took my wallet. Me & my big mouth the thing is no one heard me scream.
The god damn corner was making every curse word and profanity filled rant inaudible. I was showed to the dreaded kitchen soon after that. I took off my shiny glitter suit jacket before rolling up my sleeves to do some dishes. I’m not some criminal and I refuse to be treated as such. Todd Vegas again showed me why I can’t trust him. All I could say over and over again was…
Hyatt: “VEGAS!”
