My name is Aaron. I am working on becoming what in my dreams. Sports- entertainer. I stepped into the building and through the arena curtains made my way to ringside, grabbed a chair, and slid in the ring I smashed the indie wrestlers in the head and proceeded to challenge them to a handicap match. The good point was...THEY were handicapped.I just threw in whatever moves I'd seen on T.V and did what my heart told me to do. Wrestled. I beat them for the three and got tossed outta the arena. Why,you ask? I didn't work there. I just decided I needed to wrestle. I managed to scrape together enough money for a train ticket to the closest wrestling facility I knew. I used the rest on food and a gym pass and after hard weeks of training I was literally eating, breathing, and living wrestling. I made the calls and after a long fought verbal battle managed to beat my opposition on the pone for my try-out. I got to the building and opened the doors to a gringy smell. The place was old and rusted down there was a used ring surprisingly not homemade but I was sure the thing would collapse if anyone even breathed on it.I made my way to the office door in the back of the cuilding and pushed it open to see a fat guy sitting in a chair smoking a cigar and peering through the smoke at me. "You must be Aaron?" "Yeah, I'm here to try out for the training program..." "Show me what you know." Plain and simple. I could do this. Piece of cake. My opponet was a rookie even for the Indies but he was at least trained. The thing is he was used to the ring whereas I had only stepped in it once. Immediatly as the match began and I was in that ring taking my first bump I knew something was wrong. The ring was old, for sure,but I didnt know how old until I got slammed. I swear, when they say 'ring RUST' they aint kidden. This thing was like concrete. I managed up from a barrage of slams and wanted to give the guy some of his own medicine. I slammed the person best I could with my knowledge. He just popped back up. I couldn't believe it. It was like he was bounicing on a matress. I knew I had to do something fast. I gave him a few right hands to start the staggers and gave him a belly to belly suplex. He stayed down long enough for me to climmp the turnbuckle. I flew off with a crossbody and there was a loud thud as we hit the mat. I whipped him to the buckles and heard a creaking noise from old aged metal as he came back. I thought I was winning but he turned it around like a chef flippin pancakes. He nailed me witha barrage of innovation so un-orthidox it makes RVD look like a Rookie. He could punch,kick,and slam all in one move. I hit that mat and stayed down for what seemed an eternity. I rolled out and clutched the apron for support and when I lifted the cloth covers to see the mat it was older than dirt itself. There's wasn't a speck of silver on the springs. I did, however, managed to take a good enough beating to get the contract.....go me....