June 24, 2007
Salina parks her car in the driveway of her small apartment. She unlocks the front door and walks in. After relaxing awhile, drinking a coke, having a smoke she decides to turn on her computer. Deciding to look at some newsboards to find out what happened on the pay perview the night before.
She browses through her mail, and then checks a newsboard. She is taken a back by the headline in front of her. She can't beleive her eyes. The horrible news of Chris Beniot and his family. Tears burn her eyes as she reads the news.
***Later that evening***
Salina anxiously awaits the beginning of Raw. She watches as Vince McMahon talks inside of the ring inside an empty arena. She watches teary-eyed as several wrestlers speak of their friend.
Salina finally breaks down at the sight of her favorite wrestler, a man she has an immense respect for-Triple H. Otherwise known as Paul Levesque. For some reason Salina can't seem to take his show of emotion. She had seen several wrestlers try to compose themselves, but for her when Trips spoke she just couldn't take his sorrow.
"Why do they keep dying? Why do my boys gotta be taken from me so young. He was only a few years older than me." She sobs.
The next day Salina gets out of bed, and gets ready for work. With no choice than to go on with life. She arrives to her job, a plastics factory that to say doesn't pay well gives the place almost a kind of justice. She is greeted with sympathy from some of her co-workers who know her feelings about wrestling, even defending her sport to the ignorant.
***A few days later***
Salina flips through some channels on T.V. She passes by Nancy Grace and goes back, when she thinks she saw a picture of Chris Beniot. She tosses the remote down in disgust as she listens to this woman running down her sport, telling all out lies and making the suggestion that all wrestlers are violent drug addicted monsters.
Salina listens intently as Nancy Grace parades wrestler after wrester on her show. Wrestlers who haven't seen the inside of a locker room in some cases pretty close to a decade. Salina's favorite person to hate...Marc Mero. He talks as if he was just in the locker room yesterday.
"I know that some wrestlers do drugs, but damn! They all aren't." She mutters as if she can be heard by them.
Suddenly the topic is changed from pain killers to steriods. Salina's temper gets the best of her, her hands begin to shake. She can feel her blood pressure rise, she gets up and goes outside and lights a cigarette. Still angry, she paces back and forth on her small patio.
"I can't beleive this shit! The damned media! Why do they think they gotta do this to wrestling? I am sick and tired of being helpless as a fan, we buy the tickets, order the pay per views, buy the merchandise we support wrestling. But when it comes down to it, we can't defend it. There should be something us fans can do!" She stammers trying to reason with her frustration.
She walks back into the apartment and grins when she sees her computer.
"Oh I can do something, not like it will do any good but it's worth a try." She thinks aloud as she walks over and turns on her computer. She first checks the fan fiction boards, reads a few chapters posted there. She decides to write a few more chapters of her own story after watching the rest of Nancy Grace, noticing there is a part of the show where questions are answered by callers. Not being able to concentrate on her writing, she decides to read up on this so called investigation of the alleged double-murder suicide.
The next day Salina races home from work to read todays headlines. "Oh great, now they think he was injecting his kid with steriods." She mutters disgusted at the media again.
Finally the Nancy Grace begins talking about steriods in wrestling. Talking as if these men are force fed the growth hormone. Grace goes on to only talk about steriods in wrestling. Finally the number flashes on the screen, salina picks up the phone and dials. After a few rings it is answered by an automated messgae.
"Please hold for the next available operator." A droneful voice says.
After a few minutes a live person is talking. "Your name, town and question. Please be aware that this call is monitored."
"My name is Salina Reynolds, St. Helens, Oregon. My question is, why aren't other sports looked into for drug use, and why are professional wrestlers always portrayed as either drug addicted monsters or toothless hicks that have no education?" Salina coldly asks.
"Oh gawd! Not another one." The voice replies rudely.
"Yes, and if I have my way, more of us will be speaking out." Salina replies proudly.
"May we get your information incase the show would like to contact you?"
Salina goes on to give her home phone number, "You will have to call me after 3 pm pacific time as I am a real person who has to work for a living." She replies.
"Hold please for Ms. Grace."
Salina smiles as she tries to calm herself, to her defending her sport is most important. If she doesn't who will.
"Out to the lines, we have Salina all the way from Oregon. Welcome friend, what is your question?"
Salina pushes back her temper, trying to maintain her composure. "First off I am not your friend. My question is why aren't other sports looked into for drug use, and why does the media insist on portraying professional wrestlers drug addicted monsters and ignorant un educated hicks?" Salina calmly asks.
"Well, as I am told legitimate sports do regular drug testing. it is common knowledge that these people become wrestlers because they have no other options in life." Nacy replies, with a snotty tone to her voice.
"In defense of my favorite sport, WWE does drug testing. And pro wrestlers are not the violent drug addicted monsters that you and the rest of the media would liek the general public to believe." Salina replies. With that said the line goes dead, and then all she hears is dial tone in her ear. She hangs up her phone and smiles.
Chapter 2
***A few months later***
Salina wakes up to her phone ringing at 6 am. She rolls over and picks up the phone. "Soembody better be bleedin' this damned early." She grumbles into the phone.
"Miss Reynolds?"
"Yeah, who is this?"
"This is Sara, I work for the Nacy Grace show. We would like to book you on the show as a guest."
"A guest you will what, humiliate...try to make me look foolish because I am wrestlign fan?" She replies.
"No, Miss Reynolds. Nancy was impressed with your passion for professional wrestling."
"Well, sure. I would love the chance to defend my boys."
"We will be callign you in a few days with the details and we will pay for your travel and everything." Sara replies sweetly.
"I will be waiting, thank you for this opportunity." Salina says before hanging up.
She swings her legs over the bed and rubs her eyes. She stretches and then walks out of the room. She walsk into the kitchen and grabs a coke out of the fridge, then makes her way outside after putting on her jacket and grabs her cigarettes.
She exhales a cloud of smoke, "Well I guess I better fire up computer after work and research anythign they might ask. Don't wanna give them the chance to use me to farther drag wrestlings name through the mud." She mutters to herself.
***Two Days Later***
Salina sits at her comuter watchign videos of Nacy Grace talking with Marc Mero.
"They all do it. You can't get a job in the wrestlign business without the body." Mero says.
Salina watches the video her eyes narowing into small slits. She can literally feel her blood boil. She continues watching as Marc mero talks about his list.
"All of these people have died before age 45. My friends, I am tired of them dying so young."
"Mr. Mero have you witnessed this rampant drug use in the locker rooms?" Nacy asks.
"Yes, on several occasions." He replies.
Salina rolls her eyes, "When was the last time you saw the inside of a locker room, let alone been in a ring." She wonders aloud, then she laughs. "You would have never had a career if it wasn't for your ex-wife." She says as she continues to watch. "I have to turn this crap off, it is making me sick." She mumbles before closing the page turning off the video.
A few moments later her phone rings. "hello." She says flipping it open.
"Miss Reynolds?"
"Yes. Who is this." She asks not recognizing the voice.
"This is Sara, from the Nacy Grace show. We would like to have you on the show in two days."
"I will have to let my boss know, so I can get the time off."
"Do you think there will be a problem?"
"No, I have some vacation time I can use."
"Good, we will be overnighting the details to you."
"Alright then, I will see you in a few days." She says flipping her phone shut.
***The Next Day***
Salina walks into the plastics plant where she works. The smell of oil burning, acrylic and purge compound assaulting her senses. "God, I hate this place." She mutters clocking in.
She walks directly into the office and finds her supervisor.
"Hey, Salina. What's up?"
"I need to use a week of my vaction starting tomarrow."
"He looks over the scedule, "I don't see a problem. You could even start today if you want." He says.
"That is fine with me, I have to travel to the east coast. I am gonna be on that show, Nacy Grace."
"Really? What for?"
Salina grins, "To talk about wrestling." She replies proudly.
Her boss, Ed just rolls his eyes. "Doesn't surprise me in the least. Give em' hell, and I don't wanna see you here until next week." He says dismissing her.
Salina leaves the office and exits the plant after clocking back out. She gets into her 94' Honda and heads home.
Once home, she walks in and goes into her bedroom and starts packing for her trip.
"Finally the fans are gonna have a voice." She mumbles happily.
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