Travis Cook walked out of the TNA Wrestling office with a depressed look on his face. He just got done with a meeting with the TNA staff for a job and he got the same answer. "Not right now kid come back later." Travis is 23 years old and is trying to get a job with any wrestling company that he can. His dark sandy brown hair reflected off the sun that was hitting the Orlando city. As he walked to his rent a car he stopped and looked back at the building. The big red TNA logo with the X-division symbol behind it.
"TNA Wrestling is the place to be…yea right," he got into this car and drove away.
15 minutes later Travis returned to the Orlando hotel where he was staying to pack up and leave.
"Hello Mr. Cook you enjoying your stay?" Reba, the middle-aged desk asked with a lipstick smile that was so red it almost matched her hair.
"Oh yea…perfect," Travis responded in a sarcastic tone. He pressed the up button on the elevator as the doors closed. Inside the elevator with him was a brown hair woman who looked to be in her 30's standing wearing a blue shirt and tan pants. In front of her were two boys. One looked slightly older than the other.
"I think Christian Cage is going to make a great NWA World Champion," the 1st boy said with a big smile holding an action figure of Christian Cage.
"No I think Sting is better," the 2nd boy said as he proceed to do the classic Sting howl.
"No Christian!"
"No Sting!" the boys screamed at each other. The mother pushed the boys back.
"Now boys stop it. That's no way to act." She looks at Travis and smiles, "I'm so sorry they are just so excited about the big wrestling match tonight. It's their 1st time going to one live."
Travis lets out a laugh, "It's ok," Travis leans over to the boys, and "I'll let both of them know what you think the next time I talk to them." The boys looked at him with awe as the elevator stopped and Travis left.
The hotel room opens as Travis walks in and throws his sports coat on the bed reviling a red dress shirt. He turns the TV on which begins to show the new Pussycat Dolls music video. The sun peaked through the curtains. It was now 10:00 am and Travis is ready to leave. He couldn't stay here much longer. Maybe his teachers were right, maybe he couldn't become the big time wrestler that he hope he could be. Sitting on the bed looking down at the floor.
"Premiering this Tuesday on the new Tuesday night line up…" the announcer on the TV said. Travis could of cared less for MTV with their stupid shows like Laguna Beach which is suppose to be "real life." But the show they announced caught his eye.
Images of wrestlers, real wrestlers, not the so-called wrestlers in TNA. Doing things that he never saw before. The swore he saw a wrestler in a tub with Piranhas.
"What the hell is this?" Travis asked out loud. The screen answered his question…Wrestling Society X."