Today was such a big day. It was the day I signed my contract with Total Nonstop Action Wrestling. This was a wrestling company that I wasn't too familiar with but I would take it. I worked hard for six years for this and I was so happy I was where I would be now. Getting into the business was a tough thing. You had to say goodbye to so many things. If you had a spouse and children, you wouldn't see them much. Your friends from home would only be your friends sometimes now. If you tried holding down a job while trying to get into the business, it was nearly impossible. You practically had to give up your life to pursue this dream. At first, going on the road, you barely made any money. You didn't get to eat much and you were so damn exhausted from no sleep that when you got home you would sleep for hours with no end. It was completely worth it though. I would never change what I do and how far I've finally gotten with it.
It had been a long morning of signing paperwork. Jeff Jarrett and Dixie Carter had been so nice to me. I knew who Jeff Jarrett had been for quite a while. He was an amazing wrestler back in the WWF days. Dixie Carter was an entirely new person to me. Apparently according to the story, Jarrett and his father started this company but their investors backed out and they didn't have the money to keep it, so they sold most of the company to Dixie's very wealthy family. Her family happened to own some sort of energy company in Texas. Dixie's family had no wrestling background though. I guess that's why they kept Jeff there who knew the wrestling business inside and out. I signed my paperwork and Jeff went over my character with me. My ring name would be Velvet Sky and I would be teaming up with someone named Angelina Love. Our team name would be the Beautiful People. We were going to be two snobby girls who are getting rid of 'ugly' people in the world. In real life, I thought everybody was beautiful in their own way.
Once I got done signing papers I explored the place. It was your stereotypical type of joint. Just your typical place with a backstage with white bricks, bathrooms, offices, and locker rooms. There were staff members everywhere running themselves ragged to get the show going. Many men and women with TNA polo shirts and headsets on running around talking and writing down things. It showed me alot. It's not just the wrestlers who do alot of work, it's the staff behind it that put it on that do it all. They deserve to be paid more than the wrestlers in my opinion. The wrestlers don't have to do or put up with half the shit that they do. The guys who put together the ring, the cooks in the catering center, the camera guys, the guys who control the tvs, the light people, security, the writers, down to even the guys who sell popcorn in the stands. They all deserve to get paid well. All the wrestlers have to do it go out there and do what they are told to do in their scripts. It was now time for the show to begin. I decided to go and take a seat out in the back of the crowd watching. First came out a red headed girl who started talking.
"This match is set for one fall and is a mixed tag team match!" said the beautiful red headed girl.
'She's a killa queen
She'll break your heart
Tear it apart
Just to watch you scream
She longs for the fight
The blood in the night
The killer you fear in your dreams
She's a killa queen
Her presence will haunt your mind
Her passion is like no other kind
You yeild
To hypnotic eyes
She'll break you heart
Tear it apart
Just to watch you scream
She longs for the fight
The blood in the night
The killer you fear in your dreams
Shes a killa queen
Her love is a burning reign
Her judgement runs through your veins
All kings to the guillotine'
"First, from Seattle, Washington. Madison Rayne!" said the red head.
A beautiful woman with brown hair and some pretty cool looking ring gear walked out waving her hand like she was a prom queen. She came out getting a pretty good reaction from the crowd.
"and her tag team partners..."
'Hundred Miles An Hour On A Deadend Road
I Need A Little Detroit In My Soul
Everynights Hotel A Different Name
It's Part Of The Game
Everbody Wants To Be Just Like Me
Fame And Fortune Is Their Fantasy
I Gotta Get Back Where The Life Was Pretty
Rockin' All The Way To The Motorcity
Motorcity
Motorcity
Motorcity
I'm Rockin' All The Way To The Motorcity
I've Gotta Smell The Diesel In The Detroit Air
Run A Little 40 Weight, Through My Hair
Chased My Dreams, Now I'm Chasin' Memories
Of All That Was Me
Gotta Get Right Back Where I Started From
Gotta Overhaul My Body, Before I Run
Leavin'll Be Hard, No, It's Never Easy
I'm Gonna Make My Mark On The Motorcity
Motorcity
Motorcity
Motorcity
Gonna Make My Mark On The Motorcity
Need A Little Detroit Back In My Soul
Let Me Get Back To A Life I Know
Where The Music's Rockin' And The Girls Are Pretty
Motorcity
Motorcity
Motorcity
Motorcity
I'm Rockin' All The Way To The Motorcity'
"From Detroit, Michigan, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin. The Motorcity Machine Guns!"
Two guys ran out and did gun signals and ran out there getting an even better reaction from the were some really good looking guys might I add. I looked at on of them and he looked a bit familiar to me. Where have I seen him before? Watching the guy get into the ring I examined him. Soon I will know who he is.