John Austin is as successful as a show hosted by Smoke.



There I stood, the rain crashed down from the cruellest laughing Gods of above. My suit was soaked all the way through and my tie was completely undone, I dropped to my knees outside of my car and looked up at my apartment. I knew I had to get out of here sooner rather than later. I packed my precious things in about 5 minutes but felt like an eternity...

I rushed to the outside and hopped straight back into the car and I drove. I just drove.

And that I did, I made a few stops for food and petrol and then I arrived at the Staples Centre, I pulled up in the car park and looked up at the towering stadium. I probably should have cleaned myself up before arriving here. Across the road Archie Lawson was outside signing autographs, which didn't seem like him at all.

I ignored it though, but what could he want with Monday Nights anyway? Doesn't he bat for the other side?

Anyway, I headed for the locker room immediately, I was in desperate need of a shower. As I entered the shower though, I fell to the ground. Ammon's face began to plague my mind. A couple of the local wrestlers who were fighting on the pre-show looked around, slightly confused but they didn't help me. Who was going to help the man in shackles? I think I may be the loneliest man on the planet right now.

I struggle to my feet, the thoughts still flowing through my mind like the water flowing down my body. I exited the shower, and stood naked, I stared at the two local wrestlers, who looked me up and down before exiting the locker room almost immediately. That cheered me up a bit, making people feel uncomfortable was always funny.

I opened my locker and put a towel on my forehead, I sat looking between my feet at the wet floor.

After I finished changing into a different suit a ball of rage filled inside of me and I slammed the locker and just leant against it for a moment, I was unsure what to do with myself at the minute...

I waited around for a bit, then it was interview time... Some local guy named Gareth was interviewing me, yeah I know, where the fuck are the real reporters? You tell me.

Anyway, I sat down, and crossed one leg over the over and looked at him. He gazed at my clean shaven face.

He was gay. Definitely gay.

He was taken aback by that. His eyes were wide open and he just looked at me, baffled, for a moment.

Then I strolled out of the shot, I may have just made things a lot worse by drawing attention to myself but who am I to think things through any more?