CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"Hit it," Randy Phoenix told the sound guy. 'Rise Like A Phoenix' by Conchita Wurst began to play into the arena. Randy took a quick look through the curtain. Some of the fans looked confused. He smiled. Their confusion would turn to shock in a second.
This was it. Randy Phoenix stepped through the curtain and out into the arena for the first time in over two years. Of course he'd been in front of bigger crowds before, but to him this felt like the most important crowd he'd ever been in front of. He stood there for a moment, letting the crowd take him in. He was expecting gasps of shock. He heard a few cheers, a few more boos. Some people asking their friends who he was. Surely he hadn't been gone that long? Okay, he hadn't been in a major promotion for a long time...but he'd still been around wrestling two years ago when he'd had his second heart attack. Surely there were some who remembered him?
He made his way to the ring. He waited for the song to finish then stood there, hoping the crowd would react more. One guy tried to start a "Randy Phoenix!" chant, which he appreciated. In fact he recognised the fan from the old days. He used to deal coke to Randy after shows. Good guy.
"Bet you never thought you'd see me back again! And with THAT theme music, huh!" He waited for a reaction. None came. He felt a slight pain in his chest. It was just mild panic, he told himself. Nothing to do with his heart. "Well I've come back here after two years of training, two years of getting back in prime physical shape to tell you all something...to make a sepcial announcmenet. I...am GAY!"
This time there were gasps. Well, a few. Others just stared at him, disinterested.
"I'm a homosexual and proud!" he said. "I've been in the closet so many years, lied about who I am...but no more, damn it, no more! I don't CARE what the boys in the back think of this! I don't care if they don't want to wrestle a homo! I have to be true to me! You all heard the song, didn't you? Conchita is a hero to me. SHE won Eurovision by living OPENLY as HERSELF! Now I am finally being MYSELF for you people! And how appropriate that the song says rise like the PHONEIX...because I AM THE PHOENIX! And I will be reborn...as the gay man you see before you!"
He waited for cheers. There were...some. Maybe. Some clapping. A few boos. One guy loudly started a "YOU'RE A HO-MO!" chant, but stopped embarrassed when no one else joined in. Randy just stood there. He wished he'd planned more to say. He'd expected the fans to carry it, to be honest. He dropped the microphone and went backstage.
He stared at himself in the mirror in the dressing room. He thought of doing a line of coke, knowing that it could kill him. He thought of it...until he saw the reflection of a young woman. She was a wrestler, getting ready for her match. And she was hot. Randy walked over to her.
"I was listening to your speech, that was really brave of you to come out!" she said. She looked so young. But she was the type Randy liked, wasn't she? It had been a while...but he'd never lose his touch. Surely.
"Oh, I'm not really gay!" he said, smoothly. "That's just a storyline."
"Oh...right," she said. She seemed disappointed. "It sounded heartfelt."
"Nah, I fucking love girls," said Randy, before realising he was coming on too strong. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay...but they get a lot of attention, you know? When they come out. It's kind of unfair? Do straight people get attention for being straight? NO! So I'm just using their tactics to get myself noticed. It'll be great."
"That sounds a bit sleazey," she said. Judgemental little bitch...
"You're in wrestling, babe, everything's sleazey," he said. "How long you been wrestling for anyway?"
"Six months," she said. "I've got to go get ready for my match now. Bye, Andy."
"It's Randy!" he said, as she went away. What was her problem?
"Still trying it on after all these years," came a voice. He turned to see Deadly Doris standing there. They went way back.
"You're still wrestling, Doris?" he said, with a grin. "Aren't you a bit old?"
"I'm five years younger than you," she pointed out. "And I'm just teaming with my daughter on this one show. But I guess you coulnd't stay away. How many heart attacks have you had now?"
"Just two!" said Randy. He'd always hated Doris. Even when they'd had that affair nineteen years ago.
"Do you even know who that girl was?"she asked him.
"Hey, she must be over eighteen if they're letting her wrestle, I know that much!" he said.
"She's my daughter. My eighteen year old daughter," said Doris. Then she gave Randy a long, pointed look.
"No!" he said, realising what she meant. "She can't be mine! You...you never told me! You just left me..."
"Because I caught you doing coke with two college girls," she said.
"But still...she's not mine...tell me she's not mine."
"No, she's not," said Doris, at last. "But if she had been, you never would have known about it. You weren't fit to be a father twenty years ago and now...what are you, Randy? It's phatetic seeing you back here. You're nearly fifty and you're pretending to be gay to get booked on shows? Why don't you get another job."
And she walked away before he could respond.
Randy stared into the mirror again. He thought about what he should have said to her. How he should have said that he really did try to quit wrestling, after the first heart attack and again after the second. He he felt worthless just sitting at home. How the only thing that made him feel alive was the roar of the crowd. How he wanted another run in the big leagues so he had to start here again, from the bottom. How he knew he'd never make it, that he might never even get back in the ring to do a match as his doctors had told him not to. How all he wanted was to do cocaine once again, to blot out all the pain. How angry he was all the time. How he wouldn't have been able to get an erection anyway even if by some miracle that eighteen year old who could have been his daughter wanted to go to bed with him. How he hated himself more than anything.
He just headbutted the mirror instead.
This was it. Randy Phoenix stepped through the curtain and out into the arena for the first time in over two years. Of course he'd been in front of bigger crowds before, but to him this felt like the most important crowd he'd ever been in front of. He stood there for a moment, letting the crowd take him in. He was expecting gasps of shock. He heard a few cheers, a few more boos. Some people asking their friends who he was. Surely he hadn't been gone that long? Okay, he hadn't been in a major promotion for a long time...but he'd still been around wrestling two years ago when he'd had his second heart attack. Surely there were some who remembered him?
He made his way to the ring. He waited for the song to finish then stood there, hoping the crowd would react more. One guy tried to start a "Randy Phoenix!" chant, which he appreciated. In fact he recognised the fan from the old days. He used to deal coke to Randy after shows. Good guy.
"Bet you never thought you'd see me back again! And with THAT theme music, huh!" He waited for a reaction. None came. He felt a slight pain in his chest. It was just mild panic, he told himself. Nothing to do with his heart. "Well I've come back here after two years of training, two years of getting back in prime physical shape to tell you all something...to make a sepcial announcmenet. I...am GAY!"
This time there were gasps. Well, a few. Others just stared at him, disinterested.
"I'm a homosexual and proud!" he said. "I've been in the closet so many years, lied about who I am...but no more, damn it, no more! I don't CARE what the boys in the back think of this! I don't care if they don't want to wrestle a homo! I have to be true to me! You all heard the song, didn't you? Conchita is a hero to me. SHE won Eurovision by living OPENLY as HERSELF! Now I am finally being MYSELF for you people! And how appropriate that the song says rise like the PHONEIX...because I AM THE PHOENIX! And I will be reborn...as the gay man you see before you!"
He waited for cheers. There were...some. Maybe. Some clapping. A few boos. One guy loudly started a "YOU'RE A HO-MO!" chant, but stopped embarrassed when no one else joined in. Randy just stood there. He wished he'd planned more to say. He'd expected the fans to carry it, to be honest. He dropped the microphone and went backstage.
He stared at himself in the mirror in the dressing room. He thought of doing a line of coke, knowing that it could kill him. He thought of it...until he saw the reflection of a young woman. She was a wrestler, getting ready for her match. And she was hot. Randy walked over to her.
"I was listening to your speech, that was really brave of you to come out!" she said. She looked so young. But she was the type Randy liked, wasn't she? It had been a while...but he'd never lose his touch. Surely.
"Oh, I'm not really gay!" he said, smoothly. "That's just a storyline."
"Oh...right," she said. She seemed disappointed. "It sounded heartfelt."
"Nah, I fucking love girls," said Randy, before realising he was coming on too strong. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay...but they get a lot of attention, you know? When they come out. It's kind of unfair? Do straight people get attention for being straight? NO! So I'm just using their tactics to get myself noticed. It'll be great."
"That sounds a bit sleazey," she said. Judgemental little bitch...
"You're in wrestling, babe, everything's sleazey," he said. "How long you been wrestling for anyway?"
"Six months," she said. "I've got to go get ready for my match now. Bye, Andy."
"It's Randy!" he said, as she went away. What was her problem?
"Still trying it on after all these years," came a voice. He turned to see Deadly Doris standing there. They went way back.
"You're still wrestling, Doris?" he said, with a grin. "Aren't you a bit old?"
"I'm five years younger than you," she pointed out. "And I'm just teaming with my daughter on this one show. But I guess you coulnd't stay away. How many heart attacks have you had now?"
"Just two!" said Randy. He'd always hated Doris. Even when they'd had that affair nineteen years ago.
"Do you even know who that girl was?"she asked him.
"Hey, she must be over eighteen if they're letting her wrestle, I know that much!" he said.
"She's my daughter. My eighteen year old daughter," said Doris. Then she gave Randy a long, pointed look.
"No!" he said, realising what she meant. "She can't be mine! You...you never told me! You just left me..."
"Because I caught you doing coke with two college girls," she said.
"But still...she's not mine...tell me she's not mine."
"No, she's not," said Doris, at last. "But if she had been, you never would have known about it. You weren't fit to be a father twenty years ago and now...what are you, Randy? It's phatetic seeing you back here. You're nearly fifty and you're pretending to be gay to get booked on shows? Why don't you get another job."
And she walked away before he could respond.
Randy stared into the mirror again. He thought about what he should have said to her. How he should have said that he really did try to quit wrestling, after the first heart attack and again after the second. He he felt worthless just sitting at home. How the only thing that made him feel alive was the roar of the crowd. How he wanted another run in the big leagues so he had to start here again, from the bottom. How he knew he'd never make it, that he might never even get back in the ring to do a match as his doctors had told him not to. How all he wanted was to do cocaine once again, to blot out all the pain. How angry he was all the time. How he wouldn't have been able to get an erection anyway even if by some miracle that eighteen year old who could have been his daughter wanted to go to bed with him. How he hated himself more than anything.
He just headbutted the mirror instead.
