Such Is Life
Part 14
Next morning Chris was awake before me. I woke up with the sun streaming through the window and, apart from the obvious panic in the midle of the night, I realised it had been the best night's sleep I'd had in 6 months! I stretched and caught sight of him pacing the floor, biting on his thumbnail and my heart went out to him. I wished I could take it all away, give him the damn job without the try-out, he was good enough, admittedly I hadn't actually seen him in a match, only in practise, but on the odd occasion I had been interested enough to watch a show I saw that he could have wiped the floor with half of the unfit old men that the WWF had to offer. I only hoped Eric Bischoff thought the same way.
I got off the bed without him even noticing, he was so caught up in his thoughts and I put my arms around him willing the nerves to jump into me instead of him, he didn't deserve to go through this. He jumped slightly and then leaned his head back on my shoulder.
"How long?"
He looked at his watch, "Half an hour so you better get dressed!"
"You want me there?" I said surprised and he turned around in my arms.
"Yes, I need you there, right there in the same room."
"Ok." I smiled, "If you're sure!"
"Positive, you're my lucky charm! Now go I don't want to be late!" he smiled and kissed me.
Lucky charm? I hadn't been exactly lucky for him thus far!
I got dressed into the same old clothes I had been wearing the day before and it made me wish I had washed everything during the night while I was washing the tights! I tied my hair up, at least that was clean, and I got it as tidy as I could without the use of a hairbrush. As we were leaving the room we both stopped and looked around.
"Man I wish we were staying here tonight!" Chris sighed.
"Yeah well it'll come! At least we had that night huh?"
"Yeah!" he smiled as we closed the door and went down into the lobby to hand over the key and go back to our usual way of life, sleeping in the car, although hopefully for the last night if everything went well.
Chris drove to the arena and we pulled up outside. He sat and stared at it, lost in his own world. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly and he turned and smiled at me.
"Here goes nothing then huh?"
"No, here goes everything! You're gonna do it I know you are!" I touched his cheek.
"What if I don't?"
"If you don't then we carry on as we were, we're alive and we're together and screw the rest of it I don't care!"
He laughed slightly and hung his head, "I'm gonna do this right?"
"Right!"
"Ok." He took a deep breath, "Ok." he said trying to convince himself. "Let's get this over with!"
We got out of the car, each step we took towards the doors felt like a step towards a new life, I hoped with all my heart that my feelings weren't leading me astray, I prayed he wouldn't fail, but not for my sake! He had everything pinned on this, I needed him to do it for himself, for his confidence, for his life. I couldn't imagine what it would do to him if they didn't give him a chance, what it would do to us if Chris thought he had failed me. He'd be devastated and I couldn't see him doing any other job! He wasn't a barman or a builder or a painter, he was a wrestler, he needed to be a wrestler. As we pushed open the door I said a silent prayer, I wanted it to work out, just for him.
Part 14
Next morning Chris was awake before me. I woke up with the sun streaming through the window and, apart from the obvious panic in the midle of the night, I realised it had been the best night's sleep I'd had in 6 months! I stretched and caught sight of him pacing the floor, biting on his thumbnail and my heart went out to him. I wished I could take it all away, give him the damn job without the try-out, he was good enough, admittedly I hadn't actually seen him in a match, only in practise, but on the odd occasion I had been interested enough to watch a show I saw that he could have wiped the floor with half of the unfit old men that the WWF had to offer. I only hoped Eric Bischoff thought the same way.
I got off the bed without him even noticing, he was so caught up in his thoughts and I put my arms around him willing the nerves to jump into me instead of him, he didn't deserve to go through this. He jumped slightly and then leaned his head back on my shoulder.
"How long?"
He looked at his watch, "Half an hour so you better get dressed!"
"You want me there?" I said surprised and he turned around in my arms.
"Yes, I need you there, right there in the same room."
"Ok." I smiled, "If you're sure!"
"Positive, you're my lucky charm! Now go I don't want to be late!" he smiled and kissed me.
Lucky charm? I hadn't been exactly lucky for him thus far!
I got dressed into the same old clothes I had been wearing the day before and it made me wish I had washed everything during the night while I was washing the tights! I tied my hair up, at least that was clean, and I got it as tidy as I could without the use of a hairbrush. As we were leaving the room we both stopped and looked around.
"Man I wish we were staying here tonight!" Chris sighed.
"Yeah well it'll come! At least we had that night huh?"
"Yeah!" he smiled as we closed the door and went down into the lobby to hand over the key and go back to our usual way of life, sleeping in the car, although hopefully for the last night if everything went well.
Chris drove to the arena and we pulled up outside. He sat and stared at it, lost in his own world. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly and he turned and smiled at me.
"Here goes nothing then huh?"
"No, here goes everything! You're gonna do it I know you are!" I touched his cheek.
"What if I don't?"
"If you don't then we carry on as we were, we're alive and we're together and screw the rest of it I don't care!"
He laughed slightly and hung his head, "I'm gonna do this right?"
"Right!"
"Ok." He took a deep breath, "Ok." he said trying to convince himself. "Let's get this over with!"
We got out of the car, each step we took towards the doors felt like a step towards a new life, I hoped with all my heart that my feelings weren't leading me astray, I prayed he wouldn't fail, but not for my sake! He had everything pinned on this, I needed him to do it for himself, for his confidence, for his life. I couldn't imagine what it would do to him if they didn't give him a chance, what it would do to us if Chris thought he had failed me. He'd be devastated and I couldn't see him doing any other job! He wasn't a barman or a builder or a painter, he was a wrestler, he needed to be a wrestler. As we pushed open the door I said a silent prayer, I wanted it to work out, just for him.