Chapter 162 Wrestling, With A Crazy Fetish:>Ep29

• The three of us exited the supply closet and went separate ways. Once again, I was the first match on the live, televised program and I was determined tonight was going to go perfectly, in all the ways possible. Grizzly went to the ring first, again. Worked the crowed up, again. I came to the ring next, again. A referee came to the ring upon request, and we had our match. This time we had a full match from beginning to end. No interference with any angry fans. No fuck ups that landed either of us in the hospital for treatment. Even the original finish we planned weeks ago happened as well. I won the match and our story finally reached its proper ending.
• Backstage I was greeted by friends and coworkers. All of them gave their thoughts about the match. I was relieved not a single one of them had anything negative to say. Grizzly arrived backstage to receive the same treatment. When he spotted me, he rushed over and hugged me as tightly as possible. As predicted, he started to cry. Then I started too. Bob and "Jack". Fight Club.
• The Doc showed up and wanted to inspect me first and as quickly as possible. Aside from a few sore spots from the bumps I took, there was nothing to be alarmed about. Still cleared of my concussion, he sent me on my way. The first thing I wanted was a shower, then some food from catering. Carmen intercepted me after I finished eating and urged me to follow her some place in the arena. That place turned out to be the catwalks high above the arena floor.