03-29-2015, 11:07 PM
25 years as an Undercover Agent for the FBI and CIA did not prepare me for this, 25 years of hard fought field work, and getting shot at, could not prepare me for this, and I still don't know why I signed up for this. But sign up I did, and I wanted to prove myself.
I did not come up against many wrestlers in the world of espionage, or counter espionage, they were too busy doing their own thing, going on tours overseas, and just getting from one event to the next.
The day I signed up for Wrestling classes, was the day I had had enough of being a spy, chasing bad guys, and putting my own life as well my family in constant jeopardy.
For 1 long year I sweated blood and tears in Wrestling School just to learn how to run around the ring, hit, and be hit. I would constantly go home every night to my wife and 3 kids literally unable to move because I was that sore.
I learned the ins and outs of wrestling, I learned the moves, I learned how to pin, submit, count out, attacking someone all the while being pinned, submitting, counted out, and being attacked myself.
And then when the time came that I had to make a decision on which Wrestling organization that I needed to make I was sitting at the table looking at the lists of Wrestling Companies that I could join, with my wife Tracey helping me decide.
"Do you have any preferences?" asked Tracey
I shook my head, "No, they all look the same."
"How about we decide by doing the pen drop, just drop the pen and where it makes a mark you'll join."
I was intrigued, "Okay."
Tracey passed me the pen, and I held it above the paper that had the list of all the wrestling organizations that I wanted to join and I dropped the pen. It hit the middle of the page, and Tracey looked at the name, and looked at me and smiled. I looked at the name.
"The XWF." replied Tracey
"Xtreme Wresling Federation, sounds rather xtreme." I said laughing
And so I did it, I wrote out the application form, and sent it away. That was like a month ago, and I was still waiting for an answer. I should have applied to a few others, as I hated waiting. Patience was not my strong point. And then while I was sitting back watching television with Tracey and my three kids, Danielle (16), Robert (13), and Stephanie (10), my cell phone rang. I grabbed it, and stood up, and opened it.
"Buster Mac speaking."
I heard a female voice on the other end. "Hi Mr. Mac, This is the Secretary for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, just ringing to let you know that your application has just been accepted for you to join."
Really?" I said fist pumping the air.
Tracey looked at me confused.
"Yes Mr Mac really, we want you to come in and sign the contract."
"How does tomorrow sound?" I asked with anticipation
"Tomorrow is perfect Mr. Mac. We'll look forward to seeing you."
"Thank you so much."
"No worries until tomorrow bye."
She hung up, and then I closed my phone. Tracey stood up.
"What was all that about?"
"I got in," I replied with a huge smile beaming across my face. "I got in to the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. I sign my contract tomorrow."
"Wow congratulations darling, good for you."
Tracey gave me a kiss, and then a hug. I went back to my seat and sat down. Tracey sat down, and we celebrated with my kids. I was over the moon.
The next couple of days I spent at XWF Headquarters, where I signed my contract, and also worked on a segment which would show at Wednesday Night Warfare during the first round of the Lethal Lottery. I wasn't involved because I was too late on the scene.
The topic of the Lethal Lottery involvement came up when I received a phone call from Ozymandias.
I was walking to my car after spending my second full day at XWF Headquarters when my cell phone rang. I took it out of my pocket, and answered it.
"Hello Buster Mac speaking?"
"Hi Buster how are you doing? This is Ozymandias, General Manager of Wednesday Night Warfare."
I stopped at my car. "Wow, Hi sir, what can I do for you?"
"We have two more spots left for the first round of the Lethal Lottery Tournament starting next week, and I was wondering if you would like to participate."
I opened the car door, and stopped dead. I was being offered my first professional wrestling match in a tournament that was going to be tough. I had to make the hard decision.
"I appreciate the offer Mr. Ozymandias, but seriously I'm not ready for that kind of event. I've spent a year learning how to wrestle, I think I'll wait until I get a chance at a normal Monday Night Madness card or Wednesday Night Warfare card."
"I understand that, thank you for at least giving it a wee bit of thought."
"Well thank you for even considering me for a spot in that tournament. Maybe next year."
"Your on. Have a good day."
I hung up, smiling. I got in to my car, and drove off.
The next couple of days I spent with my family, just making sure they were going to be okay for when I eventually left to be on the continuous road trip that is the wrestling business.
I then decided to go on one last fishing weekend before I would have to fully focus on my wrestling career by waiting for a Monday Night Madness show to begin that didn't have a tournament or anything like that. I would have to train until one became available.
So I spent the whole weekend doing what I felt was the most relaxing thing that I could keep me relaxed, and that was fishing. I went to my favorite fishing spot, where I just disappeared in to my own world.
I had just finished my weekend of fishing, and was preparing to leave the fishing spot that I had come to, when I saw a Black 2015 Land Rover Discovery with tinted windows pull up beside me. I knew this was going to turn out bad. I also knew that my gun was in my glove box, and it would be too late by the time I got to it.
The window to the drivers side wound down, and an arm popped out the window. I saw a tattoo on the skin. It was of a red dragon. I froze to the spot, because I had seen that before in my past.
"Buster Matthews we meet again."
That voice, I knew that voice. Once again from my past. I knew this really wasn't going to go down well.
I did not come up against many wrestlers in the world of espionage, or counter espionage, they were too busy doing their own thing, going on tours overseas, and just getting from one event to the next.
The day I signed up for Wrestling classes, was the day I had had enough of being a spy, chasing bad guys, and putting my own life as well my family in constant jeopardy.
For 1 long year I sweated blood and tears in Wrestling School just to learn how to run around the ring, hit, and be hit. I would constantly go home every night to my wife and 3 kids literally unable to move because I was that sore.
I learned the ins and outs of wrestling, I learned the moves, I learned how to pin, submit, count out, attacking someone all the while being pinned, submitting, counted out, and being attacked myself.
And then when the time came that I had to make a decision on which Wrestling organization that I needed to make I was sitting at the table looking at the lists of Wrestling Companies that I could join, with my wife Tracey helping me decide.
"Do you have any preferences?" asked Tracey
I shook my head, "No, they all look the same."
"How about we decide by doing the pen drop, just drop the pen and where it makes a mark you'll join."
I was intrigued, "Okay."
Tracey passed me the pen, and I held it above the paper that had the list of all the wrestling organizations that I wanted to join and I dropped the pen. It hit the middle of the page, and Tracey looked at the name, and looked at me and smiled. I looked at the name.
"The XWF." replied Tracey
"Xtreme Wresling Federation, sounds rather xtreme." I said laughing
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And so I did it, I wrote out the application form, and sent it away. That was like a month ago, and I was still waiting for an answer. I should have applied to a few others, as I hated waiting. Patience was not my strong point. And then while I was sitting back watching television with Tracey and my three kids, Danielle (16), Robert (13), and Stephanie (10), my cell phone rang. I grabbed it, and stood up, and opened it.
"Buster Mac speaking."
I heard a female voice on the other end. "Hi Mr. Mac, This is the Secretary for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, just ringing to let you know that your application has just been accepted for you to join."
Really?" I said fist pumping the air.
Tracey looked at me confused.
"Yes Mr Mac really, we want you to come in and sign the contract."
"How does tomorrow sound?" I asked with anticipation
"Tomorrow is perfect Mr. Mac. We'll look forward to seeing you."
"Thank you so much."
"No worries until tomorrow bye."
She hung up, and then I closed my phone. Tracey stood up.
"What was all that about?"
"I got in," I replied with a huge smile beaming across my face. "I got in to the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. I sign my contract tomorrow."
"Wow congratulations darling, good for you."
Tracey gave me a kiss, and then a hug. I went back to my seat and sat down. Tracey sat down, and we celebrated with my kids. I was over the moon.
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The next couple of days I spent at XWF Headquarters, where I signed my contract, and also worked on a segment which would show at Wednesday Night Warfare during the first round of the Lethal Lottery. I wasn't involved because I was too late on the scene.
The topic of the Lethal Lottery involvement came up when I received a phone call from Ozymandias.
I was walking to my car after spending my second full day at XWF Headquarters when my cell phone rang. I took it out of my pocket, and answered it.
"Hello Buster Mac speaking?"
"Hi Buster how are you doing? This is Ozymandias, General Manager of Wednesday Night Warfare."
I stopped at my car. "Wow, Hi sir, what can I do for you?"
"We have two more spots left for the first round of the Lethal Lottery Tournament starting next week, and I was wondering if you would like to participate."
I opened the car door, and stopped dead. I was being offered my first professional wrestling match in a tournament that was going to be tough. I had to make the hard decision.
"I appreciate the offer Mr. Ozymandias, but seriously I'm not ready for that kind of event. I've spent a year learning how to wrestle, I think I'll wait until I get a chance at a normal Monday Night Madness card or Wednesday Night Warfare card."
"I understand that, thank you for at least giving it a wee bit of thought."
"Well thank you for even considering me for a spot in that tournament. Maybe next year."
"Your on. Have a good day."
I hung up, smiling. I got in to my car, and drove off.
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The next couple of days I spent with my family, just making sure they were going to be okay for when I eventually left to be on the continuous road trip that is the wrestling business.
I then decided to go on one last fishing weekend before I would have to fully focus on my wrestling career by waiting for a Monday Night Madness show to begin that didn't have a tournament or anything like that. I would have to train until one became available.
So I spent the whole weekend doing what I felt was the most relaxing thing that I could keep me relaxed, and that was fishing. I went to my favorite fishing spot, where I just disappeared in to my own world.
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I had just finished my weekend of fishing, and was preparing to leave the fishing spot that I had come to, when I saw a Black 2015 Land Rover Discovery with tinted windows pull up beside me. I knew this was going to turn out bad. I also knew that my gun was in my glove box, and it would be too late by the time I got to it.
The window to the drivers side wound down, and an arm popped out the window. I saw a tattoo on the skin. It was of a red dragon. I froze to the spot, because I had seen that before in my past.
"Buster Matthews we meet again."
That voice, I knew that voice. Once again from my past. I knew this really wasn't going to go down well.
T.B.C