Chapter 1: Help Not Wanted
15/5/2014 - Winter Park, Florida
"Raya, I've no clue what kind of strings you pulled to get me here, but it's so obvious they don't want me." The man saying these words was currently sitting on a bench outside Full Sail University. Holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, he took off his hat, slicked back his blond hair and put it back on. "No, I'm not being a drama queen. Do you know who they want me to fight? Bloody Brodus Clay. I don't care if he's got experience, that's not a lot of skills to work with."
He looked around the campus, there were some studens sitting not too far from him. As if just being there wasn't making him feel weird already. Almost had to fight the security guard to get in because they didn't believe someone so young came here. "I just don't see myself sticking around here. Yeah, yeah. I get it bu-".
The man decided to lay down on the bench as his friend on the other side went on a tangent. "No, I know that the people here are good. I've seen them working out. This isn't even comparable- Raya they are giving me five minutes with Brodus Clay to see if the crowd likes me. The only way it could get worse is if they paired me with Mason Ryan but thank God he's gone."
"Yeah, well ,just remember I'm only doing this because you want me to. I've got other gigs lined up! No, I won't tell you. Maybe you'll watch more indies if I don't."
-Later that day-
Robin tied laces in his boots and stood up. His red and blue kneepads and trunks, then picked up the blue elbow pads and put those on each arm, as well as some tape on the wrists. As he put on his white shirt with Sid Vicious' face, he heard the locker room door open.
"Hey, you're the new guy right? My name's Shaun." The guy said as Robin turned around. A brief look of surprise in his eyes, but quickly replaced with something you could only describe as fire. "You're Robin Fletcher ain't you? I've seen some of your stuff in the indies. Good shit."
"Thanks."
"So, the big leagues? You got here very early."
"Oh I wouldn't be getting to used to having me around if I were you."
"And why's that?"
"Well, they want me to fight Brodus as my first opponent, so I don't think they've got any high hopes for me."
"Yeah, that's rough. It's not like you're short on time, and look at the positives. WWE had jobbers that developed into main eventers, like Dolph Ziggler."
"One in a thousand." Robin took a deep breath. "I'll have this match and see what they want to do with the character. We'll go from there."
"That's probably for the best. Still, let me at least introduce you to some people."
"Sure, lead the way. I've already done my warmups anyway." Robin took his sunglasses and left the room along with Shaun.
"That guy is Shawn Spears, Matthew over there. Oh, and this guy here is-"
"El Generico." Robin recognized the redheaded man, which caused him to turn around, and immediately smile upon seeing him.
"Fletcher, you bastard. You're finally old enough to travel?"
"I take it you two know each other?"
"We had a match in Glasgow once." explained Rami.
"One of the best matches of my career so far." added Robin.
"It's gonna be good having you around here."
"We'll see. Hey, I'll go grab myself some water, do you have a cantine or some buffet around here?"
"Yeah, down that hallway. Can't miss it."
When Robin finally found it, he noticed three women standing in front of the fridge, without any needless sharades he walked up to them. "Ladies, would you mind moving elsewhere." He made a gesture by parting his hands in front of them.
The women listened and stepped away, but not before one of them made a remark. "I haven't seen you around here before."
"And you won't see me again after tonight." He answered while taking a bottle of water from the fridge
"Depressing much." Said another one.
"I prefer realistic." He turned around and leaned against the fridge. "I'm Robin Fletcher. You?"
"I'm Lexi." Said the shorter blonde.
"Mercedes." Said the one with dark skin.
"And I'm Ashley." The taller blonde introduced herself.
"So what's your deal?" Asked Ashley. "Why are you so pessimistic?"
"Triple H and William Regal want to test me tonight, but my opponent's Brodus Clay, so I don't see myself taking over the show. I don't really want to talk about it." Robin looked over Lexi's outfit. "What's up with the tutu?"
"That's my gimmick."
"I can't tell if you're a ballet dancer, cheerleader or a disney princess."
"That's the idea."
"Please rethink it."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know what I mean." Robin took a sip from the bottle. "You had another shitty gimmick here didn't you? A riverdancer?"
"Oh yeah." Answered Ashley. "But Becky's not here."
"Better for her. I'd roast her into oblivion."
"Fletcher, you're up!"
"And that's my cue. I'll see you lasses in a bit."
Robin jumped from one foot to another, waiting for his music to play so he could go out into the ring. Soon some generic hip hop beat played. "They don't really want to help me, do they?"
Robin walked out into the arena, to practically no reaction saved for maybe 5 people who actually watched indie scene.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this next bout is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Manchester, England, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds - Evan Robbins!"
He took off his shirt and hung it on the ring post, which earned a reaction when showing off his physique. Then grabbing on to the top rope and jumping over it, into the ring, and after that jumping on the turnbuckle and crossing his arms into an X at the wrists with his hands forming devil horns.
I could have been in Japan right now, you know. Working some house show with New Japan, maybe join the Bullet Club or fighting Austin Aries in TNA. Instead I'm here, about to fight the "Funkasaurus" from the planet "Funk". Why do I ever listen to Saraya?
Brodus' scream in the middle of the ring brought Evan's attention back to the match at hand. The Brit watched as his opponent took of his headband and chain before the official signaled for the match to begin.
Evan immediately went on the offensive with a series of low kicks to the right thigh of his opponent, running back and bouncing off the ropes into a front dropkick that made Brodus stumble.
Robbins bounced off the ropes again but before he could hit a move on Brodus, he was met with a headbutt to the chest, the impact making him do a back roll and getting back to his feet, only to be Irish whipped into the corner where Brodus rammed his whole body into the Englishman.
Evan slid down the turnbuckles, and ended up sitting on the canvas while leaning against the bottom row. Clay run up and turned around, trying to slam Robbins' chest with his backside.
Before he could connect though, the blond pushed himself forward and slid between his opponent's legs, baseball-style. Getting up, he rushed to the ropes and spring boards off the middle rope into a spin kick to Brodus' chest.
The Englishman pushed his stumbling opponent into the ropes and irish whipped him to the other side of the ring, following it up with a flying knee that was countered. Brodus caught him mid air but as he prepared for the power bomb, Evan grabbed his arm, pulled it between his legs and squeezed, starting a triangle choke hold.
Brodus powerbombed him, but Robbins held on, and there wasn't another one left in Clay's tank as he tapped out.
When Evan made his way back behind the curtains he was greeted by William Regal and Triple H, who led him away to discuss his future with WWE.
"I don't care if you call me a nonce or any other shite." Robin got out of the taxi cab and threw his bag over the shoulders. "Raya, they wanted to put me in all green on some Men in Tights bullshit."
He passed through the crowd, and got into a line. "No, actually. I won't be seeing you in London. I've other gigs lined up, remember? I'm off to the Big Apple... You'll see."