Dahvie Hopkins is someone you could call a loner, outcast, loser, emo, punk, a delinquent. Soon though the whole world will know that he is a wrestler.
Dahvie sighed as he looked out the window of the fast moving train. He was currently on a train to Salem, Oregon. Dahvie is just you're regular highschool outcast. Hes always kept to himself, and he knows what people think of him. Dahvie has a secret though. For the past four years of highschool he's been training to become a wrestler. He would watch every wrestling tape he could find and practice every move he could. The only person who knew his secret was his cousin Dixon. Dixon had been his best friend since they could walk. Dixon wasn't only his best friend but his wrestling partner. Ever since middle school they would put their bodies through harsh training courses. Dahvie was currently nineteen and at was able to try out for the WWE. His cousin Dixon would be with him but that changed two weeks ago. It was two days after Dahvie's birthday and they had decided to try out for WWE together.
Sadly, a drunk driver disagreed with their idea. Dixon had been driving home from Dahvies party and was hit head on in the collision. Dahvie was told Dixon was killed instantly and didn't suffer. Dahvie however was suffering, he was suffering for Dixon. Dahvie wanted to be a wrestler but not as much as Dixon. Dixon had a passion no one could compare too. That is why Dahvie decided that he would become a wrestler.
Not to prove to anyone that he could. Dahvie will become a wrestler because Dixon never could.
Dahvie shook his head and sunk deeper in the chair. He blew his long black hair out of his face and scratched his head. Dahvie was born and raised in a small little mountain town called Frenz. It was a charming little town but, a boring one too. That is another reason Dahvie wanted to leave in the first place.
Istead of his father leaving his mother, his mother had left them. Dahvies father was a good honest man. Sadly, he had always been awkward with his son. Dahvies father encouraged him to do whatever he wished (that was legal ofcourse) and let him know that there was always a place for him at home. Dahvie was never a sorts type of boy but, he was a strong one. People always understimated him beacuse he would wear clothes that don't show his muscles. He may not look like it but hes a force to be reckoned with. Dahvie was six foot four and weighed two hundred and seventeen pounds. He was quick on his feet, thanks to all the running he does.
Dahvie was going to Salem because that's the nearest WWE recruiting site is. The WWE is having a tournament where people compete to join the wrestling entertainment. There are three categories to sign up for Raw, ECW, and SmackDown. Out of ten states (California, Boston, Maryland, Texas, Missouri, Nevada, New York, Florida, Indiana,
and of course Oregon) three top wrestlers will compete with the other states in their division. Dahvie thought for a long time and decided SmackDown will be challenging enough. While Dahvie was in deep though about his submission moves he heard the conductor say "We'll be arriving in Salem in five minutes." While hearing this Dahvie stood up stretched and looked out of the window. After a few minutes he could see buildings an the train station. When they arrived Dahvie grabbed his two suitcases and jumped off the train. Dahvie quickly found a taxi and jumped in. Even though it's the beggining of the wrestling season (August) the west coast had been hit with several storms and today wasn't an exception. Dahvie directed the cab driver to a Mariott hotel he had booked in advance. The hotel wasn't far from the train station and they arrived quickly. Dahvie paid the driver with his expense money his father had given him and checked into the hotel. His room wasn't luxurious but it didn't matter. Dahvie wouldn't be there for long during his time here.
Dahive took a brief shower and changed into his wrestling attire. Dahvie decided to get used to them, since he'll be wearing them for a while. Dahvie wore black jeans with a blood red shirt, covered by a jacket. Dahvie decided on grey strap boots because, you don't have too tie them and they stay on you tight. The rain was only drizzling now and decided to walk to the recruitment center. Walking will loosen him up for any matches he might have and he could use some fresh air. Dahvie walked at a rapid pace to the center and stared at the line before him. The recruitment office wasn't really special it was basically a big warehouse with a WWE logo on the front. At the front of it was a long line of overweight men who were obviously drunk. Dahvie glared at them. Not many things ake him mad, but when eople don't take things like this seriously it pisses him off. He got at the end of the line and tried to ignore evryone who was staring at him. The line moved at a steady pace which took some attention off him, but it seemed that every man who would go in would come back out limping. Dahvie didn't pay attention to it at first because only drunk snobs would be defeated, but a group of strong sober guys looked totally defeated. Dahvie started to worry which is something he never does.
At last it was his turn to go in. He stepped inside and looked at his surrondings. The bland room looked like a waiting room in a doctor's office. Dahvie walked toward a reception desk where too middle age men were working at. One was busily typing on a computer and the other was reading a piece of paper on a clipboard. At first they didn't notice Dahvie so he cleared his throat. The one at the computer kept typing and the one reading just held up a pice of paper and pen. Dahvie took the items and sat down away from the other men waiting. He read the paper which was a submission form and he filled out all the necessary paperwork. After a minute of filling in the blanks, Dahvie put his paper on the desk and sat back down. After another minute the man reading took out a pager and nodded to himself. He picked up a clipboard and said "Anthony Wilson?" An overweight man stood up and wadled I mean walked over to him. The man chuckled, pointed at a door and said "Go through there and find ring B2." The large man cheered and ran to the door. After a couple minutes the mans pager vibrated again and he laughed. A second later the large man came out of the door. The man looked to torn his short and was holding an ice pack to his right eye. His nose and upper lip were covered with blood and it looked like he had been crying. Dahvie would have laughed if he wasn't so horrified. He almost jumped when the man called his name. Dahvie took a deep breath and walked over to the man. He looked at him and said "Go to ring C7."
He nodded and moved to the door. As Dahvie went into the other room he almost jumped for joy. All around him there were rings where someone was getting the crap beat out of them. He was finally here, he finally gets to fullfill the dream. As Dahvie walked down an aisle between the rings he saw signs on all of them. He walked for a few seconds until he saw the ring that said C7. At one of the corners a man was sitting with his arms crossed. Dahvie moved closer to him and he smiled and shook his hand. "Hello" he said "My name is Douglas and I'll be your first opponnet. If you defeat me you will be able to take place in the tournament." Dahvie introduced himself and asked "So what are the rules?" Douglas laughed and said "Basically all you have to do is get me in a pinning position. I'll also be the ref but, trust me I won't cheat even though you look like a challenge. If I'm able to pin or make you sybmit you'll have to come back next year. Do you understand?" Dahvie agreed with the rules and took off his jacket and shirt showing his chiseled chest. Douglas took off his white shirt as well and they both got in the ring.
Douglas went to one corner of the ring and Dahvie took a stance in the other. Douglas started the match by running toward Dahvie. Dahvie let him come and blocked his first punch and retaliated with one of his own. Douglas took the punch in the chest but, that didn't seem to phase him and he kept coming. Dahvie was soon put into a corner while blocking his punches. Douglas then grabbed his arm and tried to spin him around.
As he was doing this however, Dahvie reversed by elbowing Douglas in the face. As Douglas stepped back and grabbed his jaw Dahvie moved toward him and delvered a quick punch to the ribs. As Douglas was staggered Dahvie clotheslined him. Dahvie moved to the front of Douglas and tried to grab his feet but, he was met with boot in the face. As Dahvie turned to his side and grabbed his face Douglas kicked him in the side and stood up.
As Dahvie was bent over Douglas gave him a Kesagri chop (a direct diagonal chop to the back neck) which sent Dahvie to the floor. As Dahvie layed on the floor Douglas delivered a fist drop to his stomach making Dahvie yell out of pain. Douglas then picked up Dahvie who couldn't really stand up straight and Douglas picked him up and placed him on his shoulders. Douglas attempted to slam Dahvie but he countered and jumped off Douglas and brought Douglas down to. Dahvie landed on his feet but Douglas landed on his knee. Dahvie looked down at Douglas and hit him with a knee drop in the stomach. As Douglas grabbed his stomach in agony Dahvie put him in a pinning position. Douglas immediatley tapped out and Dahvie helped him up.
Douglas coughed and said "Congrats you're one of the first to win."