Down And Out Down Under Chapter Four: The Try-out.
Disclaimer: I won Neo, Jim, Bob, Stassie and all minor characters.
Neo woke up at 7am and opened the blinds.
"Another beautiful Melbourne morning" she thought to herself as she looked out at the gray sky.
After having a shower, she went down to the restaurant for breakfast.
"May I take your order?" Neo heard a woman's voice say as she was looking at the menu.
Neo looked up to see the same woman that was at the front desk the night before.
"Yes, I will have one pouched egg on dry toast and grapefruit please," Neo replied, handing over the menu.
"Would you like it charged to your room Ms. Sinclaire?" the woman asked when she brought the food back, trying to suck up.
"No," she answered sternly and dismissed the lady.
Neo sat eating, scanning the room hoping to see Chris again.
She gave up on breakfast, she was too nervous about her interview. So she paid for her meal, grabbed a bottle of water and went out to hail a taxi.
The taxi stopped outside a large building with a sign saying 'Jim's Gym, Home Of The Elite Wrestling Powerhouse.' She paid the cab driver and entered the building.
She turned the corner with the sign 'tryout through here, please have your forms ready'. She handed her papers to a lady behind a desk and lined up behind about twenty other people.
Neo felt kind of out of place from the other woman in the line. They were all in tight little numbers, knee high boots with their hair and make-up all done up like twenty-cent hookers. Neo was just in gym pants and top, sneakers and her hair tied up messily.
"Ms. Sinclaire, Ms. Jones. You are up, please tie up and do each move as the trainer tells you.
Neo stepped into the ring she had seen so many times on TV with a tall, leggy blonde and did the initial tie up.
"Ok," the trainer's voice bellowed, "I want to see a one-arm take down, first Ms. Sinclaire on Ms. Jones, then vice versa.
Neo performed the take down quite easily; she had done numerous times during her training.
They tied up again so the other woman, Ms. Jones, could perform it. But when she did she pulled Neo's arm incorrectly. Neo grunted through her teeth but didn't show the discomfort.
Neo continued the tryout while the other woman continued to do every move incorrectly, almost breaking Neo's limbs in the process.
Finally after what felt like hours for Neo but was only ten minutes they were both told to go to the interview area.
Neo walked into a small room that reminded her of a hospital waiting room. She sat down on a folding chair and waited for her name to be called out.
Neo looked up some time later to see that the previously full room was almost empty bar her.
Finally she was called into a small office. Behind the desk was a man in his fifties. He had a receding hairline and Neo could see the sweat through his out of date suit (Author's Note: Imagine Paul Heyman time four).
Neo sat down in front of the desk.
"Hello, I'm Jim, the owner of this gym and EWP," the man croaked.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Neo," she said confidently as she shook his hand.
She felt incredibly put off the man in front of her. The EWP televised show and house shows she had seen in her area, had never shown him and he was never heard. Honestly she was sickened by him, but she knew that if she got the job she would have to put up with him.
"Can you please state your whole name?" Jim asked.
"Neo Texas Sinclaire," Neo answered.
"Age and date of birth?"
"I'm nineteen, I was born May sixth, 1983."
"How long have you been wrestling for?"
"Well, I learnt the basic when I was sixteen and was in a local club for the next two years. All this information is in my forms," Neo stated sternly but politely.
"Yes, but I have to make sure that the information links up," he said with a smirk.
"Have you ever been in Elite Wrestling Powerhouse in anyway?"
"Well," Neo started, "Not directly. I have been a fan all my life and have been to many house shows and try not to miss the televised shows and Pay Per Views. I also had any offer by a former employee, Little Glads, to train with him."
"Ah yes I remember him, he was one of the first guys here when I first started and was also writing."
Jim spent the next few minutes looking at Neo's papers then looked up.
"What we are looking for in EWP is sex appeal, are you sure you can give that?"
"With ease," Neo said confidently, "I feel that my the fans want a more edgier look for the Woman's division. My style in wrestling is hardcore style and aerial, I spent two years doing high risk moves on mats harder than your table." Neo realized she had got completely off topic, "Oh yeah and my clothing appearance complements my wrestling style and adds to my edgy sex appeal."
"Well, your wrestling style is something my organisation needs but would you ever consider losing the red dread locks and/or getting breast implants?"
Neo looked down at her naturally sized breast. She was happy with them, they weren't huge but they weren't tiny either. It was at this point that she realised that there was another pair of eyes looking at her breast. These were the oozingly perverted set of Jim. Neo felt like slapping him in the face but held back.
"Well Jim," she said through her teeth, "I feel that if I did that I would be like everyone else in the woman's division, which would go against my style of edgy sex appeal and my moral."
"That is all I have to know right now from you," Jim said quickly, "why don't you go through to the ring area with the others. I should have a decision soon." Neo went through and waited.
About a few minutes later Jim came out his office.
"Unfortunately we only have two places open in our roster, one male and one female."
Jim announced the male entrant but Neo didn't really pay attention, she just wanted to see if she made it in. She didn't even really care anymore. Her childhood dreams and preconceived ideas about the EWP were destroyed by their supreme leader's actions. She could now see why Bob wanted to forget his days there.
"And the female entrant is Ms. Stassie Jones."
Neo looked up to see the woman she had done her ring tryout with.
"Wonder what she had to do get the job?" the woman next to Neo mumbled, mimicking oral sex with her fist, tongue and cheek.
Neo knew that Stassie had little if any ring experience, but she thought to herself "at least she fit Jim's credential, tall, blonde, with large fake breasts," she laughed.
Neo grabbed her bag and walked out, promising herself to have nothing to do with EWP ever again.
Disclaimer: I won Neo, Jim, Bob, Stassie and all minor characters.
Neo woke up at 7am and opened the blinds.
"Another beautiful Melbourne morning" she thought to herself as she looked out at the gray sky.
After having a shower, she went down to the restaurant for breakfast.
"May I take your order?" Neo heard a woman's voice say as she was looking at the menu.
Neo looked up to see the same woman that was at the front desk the night before.
"Yes, I will have one pouched egg on dry toast and grapefruit please," Neo replied, handing over the menu.
"Would you like it charged to your room Ms. Sinclaire?" the woman asked when she brought the food back, trying to suck up.
"No," she answered sternly and dismissed the lady.
Neo sat eating, scanning the room hoping to see Chris again.
She gave up on breakfast, she was too nervous about her interview. So she paid for her meal, grabbed a bottle of water and went out to hail a taxi.
The taxi stopped outside a large building with a sign saying 'Jim's Gym, Home Of The Elite Wrestling Powerhouse.' She paid the cab driver and entered the building.
She turned the corner with the sign 'tryout through here, please have your forms ready'. She handed her papers to a lady behind a desk and lined up behind about twenty other people.
Neo felt kind of out of place from the other woman in the line. They were all in tight little numbers, knee high boots with their hair and make-up all done up like twenty-cent hookers. Neo was just in gym pants and top, sneakers and her hair tied up messily.
"Ms. Sinclaire, Ms. Jones. You are up, please tie up and do each move as the trainer tells you.
Neo stepped into the ring she had seen so many times on TV with a tall, leggy blonde and did the initial tie up.
"Ok," the trainer's voice bellowed, "I want to see a one-arm take down, first Ms. Sinclaire on Ms. Jones, then vice versa.
Neo performed the take down quite easily; she had done numerous times during her training.
They tied up again so the other woman, Ms. Jones, could perform it. But when she did she pulled Neo's arm incorrectly. Neo grunted through her teeth but didn't show the discomfort.
Neo continued the tryout while the other woman continued to do every move incorrectly, almost breaking Neo's limbs in the process.
Finally after what felt like hours for Neo but was only ten minutes they were both told to go to the interview area.
Neo walked into a small room that reminded her of a hospital waiting room. She sat down on a folding chair and waited for her name to be called out.
Neo looked up some time later to see that the previously full room was almost empty bar her.
Finally she was called into a small office. Behind the desk was a man in his fifties. He had a receding hairline and Neo could see the sweat through his out of date suit (Author's Note: Imagine Paul Heyman time four).
Neo sat down in front of the desk.
"Hello, I'm Jim, the owner of this gym and EWP," the man croaked.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Neo," she said confidently as she shook his hand.
She felt incredibly put off the man in front of her. The EWP televised show and house shows she had seen in her area, had never shown him and he was never heard. Honestly she was sickened by him, but she knew that if she got the job she would have to put up with him.
"Can you please state your whole name?" Jim asked.
"Neo Texas Sinclaire," Neo answered.
"Age and date of birth?"
"I'm nineteen, I was born May sixth, 1983."
"How long have you been wrestling for?"
"Well, I learnt the basic when I was sixteen and was in a local club for the next two years. All this information is in my forms," Neo stated sternly but politely.
"Yes, but I have to make sure that the information links up," he said with a smirk.
"Have you ever been in Elite Wrestling Powerhouse in anyway?"
"Well," Neo started, "Not directly. I have been a fan all my life and have been to many house shows and try not to miss the televised shows and Pay Per Views. I also had any offer by a former employee, Little Glads, to train with him."
"Ah yes I remember him, he was one of the first guys here when I first started and was also writing."
Jim spent the next few minutes looking at Neo's papers then looked up.
"What we are looking for in EWP is sex appeal, are you sure you can give that?"
"With ease," Neo said confidently, "I feel that my the fans want a more edgier look for the Woman's division. My style in wrestling is hardcore style and aerial, I spent two years doing high risk moves on mats harder than your table." Neo realized she had got completely off topic, "Oh yeah and my clothing appearance complements my wrestling style and adds to my edgy sex appeal."
"Well, your wrestling style is something my organisation needs but would you ever consider losing the red dread locks and/or getting breast implants?"
Neo looked down at her naturally sized breast. She was happy with them, they weren't huge but they weren't tiny either. It was at this point that she realised that there was another pair of eyes looking at her breast. These were the oozingly perverted set of Jim. Neo felt like slapping him in the face but held back.
"Well Jim," she said through her teeth, "I feel that if I did that I would be like everyone else in the woman's division, which would go against my style of edgy sex appeal and my moral."
"That is all I have to know right now from you," Jim said quickly, "why don't you go through to the ring area with the others. I should have a decision soon." Neo went through and waited.
About a few minutes later Jim came out his office.
"Unfortunately we only have two places open in our roster, one male and one female."
Jim announced the male entrant but Neo didn't really pay attention, she just wanted to see if she made it in. She didn't even really care anymore. Her childhood dreams and preconceived ideas about the EWP were destroyed by their supreme leader's actions. She could now see why Bob wanted to forget his days there.
"And the female entrant is Ms. Stassie Jones."
Neo looked up to see the woman she had done her ring tryout with.
"Wonder what she had to do get the job?" the woman next to Neo mumbled, mimicking oral sex with her fist, tongue and cheek.
Neo knew that Stassie had little if any ring experience, but she thought to herself "at least she fit Jim's credential, tall, blonde, with large fake breasts," she laughed.
Neo grabbed her bag and walked out, promising herself to have nothing to do with EWP ever again.