I DON'T OWN THE WWE

After Gregory left his house, he drove out of San Diego in his blue Volkswagon. He had one destination in mind: He was going to Los Angeles. No one, not even his parents would be able to find him in that big city. Once he made it to LA, he could get scouted by an agent and by the end of the year, he'd have a shot at going to Wrestle mania. He arrived in the city of angels and immediately purchased a small apartment. He had gone to his local bank and withdrew his entire life savings. Gregory wasn't like insanely rich or anything, but he had enough to survive on his own for at least a couple months. As he moved his stuff into the apartment, he noticed that it wasn't exactly a suite. However, it was enough to hold him. At least until he got enough cash to get a better place. After he got settled, Gregory needed to find a gym. If he was going to take this whole "Wrestling" thing seriously, he needed to get in shape. He looked through a phone book and he decided to give Fitness Universe a try. When he arrived, he saw that it was actually a pretty cool gym. It had everything a muscle builder could possibly want: benchpresses, treadmills, bikes, medicine balls, punching bags, it just went on and on. It looked like the perfect place to begin his training. First, Gregory ran a mile on the treadmill. He then did fifty push-ups and fifty sit-ups in a row. By the time he had completed fifty reps on the bar bell, he was tired as Hell. As he went to a vending machine to get a kiwi Strawberry Propel, he saw a man that would eventually change his life forever. The stranger had a table set up and he was clearly waiting for people to approach him. There was a sign on the table that said. WANT TO BE IN THE WWE? He had muscles, but he wasn't overly ripped. He had long flowing jet black hair that went down to his back and he had a piercing set of eyes. Gregory gathered his nerves and decided to walk up to the man. The stranger looked up at the young man before him.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Yeah, my name's Gregory, Gregory Issacs." Gregory said as he offered his hand.

"Tommy Van Daan." The man replied as he gingerly shook Gregory's hand.

"I saw the sign on your table."

"And..."

"And, i'd like to be a WWE superstar." Gregory insisted as Tommy began to look him over.

"Sorry, you're not what i'm looking for." Tommy said, effectively dismissing him. Gregory was stunned.

"What do you mean? I've watched WWE my whole life. I know all the moves, i've studied all the greats."

"What do you want? A gold star for doing some basic research. It takes a lot more than trivia to make it in this business."

"Please Mr. Van Daan, I know I don't look like much..." Gregory started to say.

"That is an understatement." Tommy interjected.

"But...if you give me a chance, I know I can go the distance, I just need you to give me a chance," he begged as Tommy sighed.

"Your name is Gregory right?" He asked as Gregory nodded. "Take my advice, go back to wherever you came from. I know the goods when I see the goods and let me tell you something: you are not the goods." Tommy stated as he began to pack up his stuff. Gregory was distraught. He was on the verge of tears and he didn't care.

"Please, it's my dream." Gregory pleaded.

"So, that's not my problem. I'm not Santa Claus. You're not the first person to live a life of unfulfilled dreams and you won't be the last." Tommy promised as he left the gym and a broken hearted Gregory in his wake.

NEXT TIME, CAN GREGORY CHANGE TOMMY'S MIND? REVIEWS NEEDED.