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Date Posted: 11:40:19 01/14/03 Tue
Author: Trent Rudiger
Subject: You are Mistaken Meyer

* The hustle and bustle of the people preparing the arena can be heard from quite a distance. Grips, best boys, etc. are hurrying about trying to make sure that the arena will be ready for the CWF to make its appearance in Scotland. A few cars lace the outside parking lot indicating that many of the wrestlers and such have not arrived yet. Suddenly a rental car... err well, a rental truck makes its way to the arena. It is driving at a relaxed pace indicatiung that the driver is in no hurry. The truck slowly pulls up towards the entrance to the building and stops. The lone occupant gets out. It is none other than Trent Rudiger. He is dressed in his seemingly exact same street clothes as always. He slings his bag over his shoulder and makes his way to the arena. He has a look of confusion on his face as he stops one of the stage crew.*

Rudiger: Hey, you. Stage guy. Yo, grip.

Grip:(Thick Scottish accent)Yeah, what do you want?

Rudiger: I'm sorry. What? I didn't understand you.

Grip:(Same accent) I Said "What do you want?"

Rudiger: Uhhhh... I still can't understand your accent. I am really sorry.

Grip:(Surprisingly New York accent) Hey, it's okay buddy, I was just practicing for when I go out and try to pick up some red-headed Scottish lasses, you know what I mean.

Rudiger: Oh okay. Could you show me the way to the dressing room. I want to put my stuff down and then go walk around.

Grip: Sure, mack. Right this way.

*The grip starts to walk away and quickly motions for Trent to follow him. He leads him down a path of corridors and makes a turn here, a turn there, and finally reaches a door with a placard that says 'Dressing Room'.*

Grip: There ya go, mack.

Rudiger: Thanks a bunch.

Grip: So... you're one of them fancy wrasslers right?

Rudiger: Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Grip: No kidding. Aren't you a little scrawny to be a wrassler. You seem like you might weigh no more than 150 pounds, soaking wet.

Rudiger: Uhh.. no I am a little more than 150 pounds. Spike Dudley weighs 150, I weigh about 185.

Grip: Well, hey, sorry about that.

Rudiger: No problem. Everyone seems to think that my size makes a difference. While it does mean that I can't do Gorilla Press Slams and the such, I feel that it actually gives me speed and quickness which allows me to whoop some serious ass.

Grip: Hey, you gotta do whatcha gotta do, right buddy.

Rudiger: Damn right. I plan on kicking some ass here tonight.

Grip: What? Do ya have a match tonight or something?

Rudiger: Yeah. I get a chance to qualify for a new title that was recently created, and I get to go against a man similar in size to myself. Meyer Dillinger.

Grip: Wow. He sounds like a gangster or something. Meyer Dillinger.

Rudiger: Yeah, he seems to be under the impression that he can walk right over me. He thinks that he is going to end my career in one match. I respect the man for what he did at Rock Bottom, that was our last pay-per-view, he did what was best for Dillinger. Just like I am going to do the best I can for Trent Rudiger, tonight. Dillinger seems to think that he will beat me tonight. Dillinger is sorely mistaken, and his body will just plain be sore after tonight. He mentioned that if I show up tonight, which I will, that I will not leave the ring the same way when I came in. Meyer is right. He is absolutely right. I won't be the same when I leave the ring tonight. Because when I entered the ring I was just a guy on the CWF roster. When I leave I will be a qualifier for the P.R.O. championship.

Grip: You seem pretty sure of yourself. I gotta be gettin' back to work now. Good luck tonight.

Rudiger: Hey, thanks man. It was great talking to you. I hope you can watch tonight and see me qualify for the P.R.O. title. Thanks again for showing me the dressing room.

Grip: Hey, no problem. Have a great match.

*With that friendly good bye the neighborly grip leaves back down the maze of corridors that he led Trent through. Trent pushes the door to the dressing room open and makes his way inside. As the door closes, we can see Trent start to get his bag unpacked, to get ready for his match tonight on Glory, to get prepared to ascend to the ranks of the P.R.O. qualifiers.*

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