Dead Man Walking
By Hardyzschic
I stand directly behind the curtains, trying to psyche myself up for the big match. As I hear my music start, the hairs on my arm stand on end. The big rush of adrenaline has begun. There is no tougher match they say, than the one that's called the Hell in the Cell. When Mr. McMahon called me into his office a month ago and told me he had been talking to the creative team and they had agreed that it was time to take my career to the next level I was more than flattered, but I felt like I was ready for the big push. I had worked hard to get the guys in offices to notice me, and I had this gut feeling that it was all about to pay off. When I first started with the federation I had been sold as a face, but as my career progressed I was slowly turning more and more into a heel. Then a production assistant taps me on the shoulder and motions that it is time, I take a big breath and push my way through the curtain. I am totally psyched now as well as totally in character. The crowd goes wild when I hit the ramp. Some hold signs and others make gestures, which I have become somewhat famous for. There is a mix of boos and cheers, but I don't really care. You see my job is that of an entertainer and as long as I get some kind of reaction out of them I know that I have done my job and done it well. For the first time I notice the tall entrapment of steel that looms before me, over the ring. I know my opponent has done this before, many times in fact. He is supposedly the master of this match. Am I scared you ask? Well I would be lying if I said I had no reservations. But if I am afraid to bleed, or get hurt I couldn't have come this far. In this business you have to be willing to put it all on the line if you expect to get anywhere. As one of the older, more seasoned guys in the back once told me "if you cant run with the big dogs, you might as well stay on the porch " and I tend to try to live by that. I stand on the steps leading into the cage now and do what some call a stretch or what some refer to as my "growl". The crowd responds with some major heat, as I slide through the ropes and the referee closes the door of the massive steel cage behind me. I stand there under the lights and think of the month of preparation that culminates tonight with this match. My opponent and I had been pushed into a main card feud and we were the feature bout tonight at the pay per view. I hear his music and the crowd's overwhelming response as he slowly and methodically makes his way down to the ring. He is always a main card attraction and a strong draw for crowds. There is hardly anyone in this arena, whether it is the fans or the guys in the back who doesn't have the utmost respect for this guy. He is a massive man and a seasoned veteran. I watched him long before I signed with the federation myself. He has had some of the most awesome matches of all time, and like I told him tonight before everything got underway, it's a true honor for me to be stepping between the ropes to grapple with him. He stands on the steps, much like I did, but instead of growling or trying to seem intimidating he lifts one long arm up, thrusting his fist in the air, and the crowd responds with more heat than I have ever heard. He takes off his glasses, bandanna and coat, and handing it to the ring girl he steps over the top rope, one massive leg at a time. He approaches me and we stand toe to toe. I hear the sickening thud of the steel door close and my stomach jumps into my throat. I know the hardest match of my life is about to begin when I hear my opponent say, "Come on Boy, I'll make you famous."
By Hardyzschic
I stand directly behind the curtains, trying to psyche myself up for the big match. As I hear my music start, the hairs on my arm stand on end. The big rush of adrenaline has begun. There is no tougher match they say, than the one that's called the Hell in the Cell. When Mr. McMahon called me into his office a month ago and told me he had been talking to the creative team and they had agreed that it was time to take my career to the next level I was more than flattered, but I felt like I was ready for the big push. I had worked hard to get the guys in offices to notice me, and I had this gut feeling that it was all about to pay off. When I first started with the federation I had been sold as a face, but as my career progressed I was slowly turning more and more into a heel. Then a production assistant taps me on the shoulder and motions that it is time, I take a big breath and push my way through the curtain. I am totally psyched now as well as totally in character. The crowd goes wild when I hit the ramp. Some hold signs and others make gestures, which I have become somewhat famous for. There is a mix of boos and cheers, but I don't really care. You see my job is that of an entertainer and as long as I get some kind of reaction out of them I know that I have done my job and done it well. For the first time I notice the tall entrapment of steel that looms before me, over the ring. I know my opponent has done this before, many times in fact. He is supposedly the master of this match. Am I scared you ask? Well I would be lying if I said I had no reservations. But if I am afraid to bleed, or get hurt I couldn't have come this far. In this business you have to be willing to put it all on the line if you expect to get anywhere. As one of the older, more seasoned guys in the back once told me "if you cant run with the big dogs, you might as well stay on the porch " and I tend to try to live by that. I stand on the steps leading into the cage now and do what some call a stretch or what some refer to as my "growl". The crowd responds with some major heat, as I slide through the ropes and the referee closes the door of the massive steel cage behind me. I stand there under the lights and think of the month of preparation that culminates tonight with this match. My opponent and I had been pushed into a main card feud and we were the feature bout tonight at the pay per view. I hear his music and the crowd's overwhelming response as he slowly and methodically makes his way down to the ring. He is always a main card attraction and a strong draw for crowds. There is hardly anyone in this arena, whether it is the fans or the guys in the back who doesn't have the utmost respect for this guy. He is a massive man and a seasoned veteran. I watched him long before I signed with the federation myself. He has had some of the most awesome matches of all time, and like I told him tonight before everything got underway, it's a true honor for me to be stepping between the ropes to grapple with him. He stands on the steps, much like I did, but instead of growling or trying to seem intimidating he lifts one long arm up, thrusting his fist in the air, and the crowd responds with more heat than I have ever heard. He takes off his glasses, bandanna and coat, and handing it to the ring girl he steps over the top rope, one massive leg at a time. He approaches me and we stand toe to toe. I hear the sickening thud of the steel door close and my stomach jumps into my throat. I know the hardest match of my life is about to begin when I hear my opponent say, "Come on Boy, I'll make you famous."