Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2018 2:08:45 GMT -5
9:34 AM
October 8th
Mama Bear’s house; Los Angeles, CA
Today is Melanie’s birthday.
Twenty-three years ago, she was born.
It goes by so fast.
It wasn’t that long ago when she was running around the house in her diaper with Kathy, the plastic baby doll she would play with, in her arms.
Now she’s on her way to London for the first time ever.
I’ve made it no secret that I don’t agree with what she chose to do with her life.
Dancing is much safer profession than wrestling.
In dancing, she won’t have to deal with bat-wielding psychopaths.
Or men that call themselves “The Lethal Weapon”
Or seven-foot giants – the dragon guy.
Mesh never shuts up about him.
She’s never been away from home on her birthday so it’s weird.
Mama Bear’s house; Los Angeles, CA
Today is Melanie’s birthday.
Twenty-three years ago, she was born.
It goes by so fast.
It wasn’t that long ago when she was running around the house in her diaper with Kathy, the plastic baby doll she would play with, in her arms.
Now she’s on her way to London for the first time ever.
I’ve made it no secret that I don’t agree with what she chose to do with her life.
Dancing is much safer profession than wrestling.
In dancing, she won’t have to deal with bat-wielding psychopaths.
Or men that call themselves “The Lethal Weapon”
Or seven-foot giants – the dragon guy.
Mesh never shuts up about him.
She’s never been away from home on her birthday so it’s weird.
Ever since she joined the WFWF, it seems like all Mel does nowadays is go on the road.
Deep down, she’s scared of traveling, I know she is but if I didn’t know her better I’d say she’s enjoying it because she never stops smiling.
I love her smile.
This is what she wants to do with her life and I’m not going to stop her.
Wrestling makes her happy.
That’s all I want for Melanie.
For her to be safe and happy.
I know this next match she’s in is important to her.
She talked about it constantly
I’m sure she’s probably livestreaming right about now, she’ll do that for an hour or two. As soon as Katherine gets off work, they’ll call each other.
Ever since she left, she's called me every night before going to bed.
I’ll be here…”defending the castle” while she wrestles.
No matter what happens, I’m so proud of you.
I love you.
Happy birthday, burra.
Deep down, she’s scared of traveling, I know she is but if I didn’t know her better I’d say she’s enjoying it because she never stops smiling.
I love her smile.
This is what she wants to do with her life and I’m not going to stop her.
Wrestling makes her happy.
That’s all I want for Melanie.
For her to be safe and happy.
I know this next match she’s in is important to her.
She talked about it constantly
I’m sure she’s probably livestreaming right about now, she’ll do that for an hour or two. As soon as Katherine gets off work, they’ll call each other.
Ever since she left, she's called me every night before going to bed.
I’ll be here…”defending the castle” while she wrestles.
No matter what happens, I’m so proud of you.
I love you.
Happy birthday, burra.
High Hopes.
“The difference between champions and everyone else is that champions are never afraid of losing, while everyone else is afraid of winning.” ― Jeffrey Fry
11:00 PM
October 13th
Outside the VIP Lounge; London, England
“Did you have a good time?”
“Are you kidding?! Of course, I did! I got to hang out with Frank Lynn!”
He scoffs at the compliment.
“I’m glad you did. Do me a favor though – don’t share that picture we took with anyone.”
“But why? It’s such a nice picture! You even made a face!”
“I wasn’t making a face…”
Mesh scrolls through her phone, looking the possible internet breaking picture and giggles. That doesn’t make Frank feel any more confident. She adjusts the Vanguard Championship on her shoulder.
“You look fine! Trust me, there are far worse selfies out there.”
“Just please. No sharing.”
“Come on!”
“Absolutely not.”
“Please?”
“No.”
She looks at Frank with her best puppy dog eyes but Frank is made of stone.
“Fineeee, I won’t post it.”
“Thank you.”
Both wrestlers stand apart from each other, awkwardly hogging a big hunk of gold on their shoulders.
“Remember what I told you.”
“You’ve told me a lot of things.”
“Thank you.”
Both wrestlers stand apart from each other, awkwardly hogging a big hunk of gold on their shoulders.
“Remember what I told you.”
“You’ve told me a lot of things.”
Mesh laughs.
“About standing up for yourself. Don’t let this big win get to your head.”
“I won’t.”
“The New Epoch used to be a group and look at what ego, greed, and championships did to them.”
“If you want to keep your success going, you have to develop a mean streak! I can’t stress this enough.”
“Don't take sh*t from anybody. Don't look weak."
“I know, I know.”
“You’ve overcome a lot but now; now is when things get tough and I want you to succeed.”
“I appreciate you looking out for me, even if you-know-who hates me.”
“You're right, she does... and I have no idea why. You'll have to deal with her,” he shrugs, “Consider it one of the challenges of being a champion. Just like your inevitable rematch with Shuggy, which could come sooner rather than later... like maybe in Seattle. Lila loves to strike when the iron is hot.”
“You really think she’d do that?”
“Sleater, by nature is mainly concerned with making money and keeping the Board of Directors happy,” he points towards the giant glass window overlooking the nearly empty Wembley Stadium. “She heard the reaction you two got. She’d be stupid if she didn’t.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“You bet. Listen, I have to get going now but you should celebrate your big night.”
“I’d rather shower first.”
Frank sniffs the air and smirks.
“Good idea.”
Mesh giggles.
“Thank you, Frank. For everything.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mesh goes in for a hug, the gold belt still slung over her shoulder. Frank just stand still in place as she wraps her free arm around the International Champion. Soft yet firm pats to Mesh’s back. Frank looks visually uncomfortable as she snuggles up against his chest.
“Take care of yourself…champ.”
“You too…champ!”
Frank chuckles, shaking his head as he turns and disappears, leaving Mesh alone to her thoughts. The adrenaline rush from winning her match is still lingering throughout her body, which only grows more intense after watching the chaotic main event with Brennan, Drakz and Kyzer in the fancy cushion seats with five-star service.
Mesh looks around the empty halls of Wembley Stadium and it’s quiet. It wasn’t loud or chaotic, just dead silence. The only sound heard are the scuffs from Mesh’s boots, making her way to her locker room to clean up. Her makeup is still smudged, and she’s drenched in sweat.
Gross.
She approaches the door to her locker room, her name written hastily in black sharpie. Inside, the cool air smacks her across the face harder than her new reality: she’s the first ever WFWF Vanguard Champion. She stares at the shiny belt, still not convinced that it’s hers and it’s just a very well-done rib.
She takes a seat on the wooden creaky bench, feeling slightly homesick, reminding her of her comfy bed.
Then, there’s a knock on the door.
“Hey there, champ!”
Lila Sleater, in her striped fancy business suit stands behind the door with a bottle of apple cider and two glasses. Despite her energy, she looks exhausted. She waits like a vampire, waiting to be asked inside.
“Hey, what are you doing here?
“I wanted to celebrate your big win. You certainly proved your worth tonight.”
That totally sounded like a backhanded compliment.
“The WFWF Marketing Department are already discussing potential Mesh merchandise like reverse zip-up hoodies, hats with cat ears and plastic light-up swords for the kids!”
“Oh! And colorful whale plushies!”
Whales. Seriously?
“And yes, the rumors are true – we are in the process of making the first ever WFWF video game!”
She looks over at Sleater with a devilish grin on her face.
“Really?”
“Yes, and we want you to be the cover star. We’re going to offer a special edition with Drakz on the cover but that’s only for the more dedicated fans.”
“Pretty much like every game that’s out today.”
“Of course! We gotta compete with them for those holiday sales. With you on the cover, we’re sure that kids everywhere will beg their parents for it.”
Sleater walks over to the small table in the corner of the room, setting the two glasses down. She watches the general manager attempt to be fun and playful as she twists the bottle cap off with her hands.
The cider is bubbly, the foam slowly rising to the top. With a devilish grin on her face, Sleater hands Mesh a glass.
Before she can say Ticonderoga, if she can say Ticonderoga – she has poured herself a glass.
“To Mesh, the new WFWF Vanguard Champion.”
Mesh shrugs as the two women down the drink in one gulp.
A dramatic sigh from Sleater.
“I know you don’t drink so I had my assistant, Shawn find the best bottle of apple cider he could.”
“I won’t.”
“The New Epoch used to be a group and look at what ego, greed, and championships did to them.”
“If you want to keep your success going, you have to develop a mean streak! I can’t stress this enough.”
“Don't take sh*t from anybody. Don't look weak."
“I know, I know.”
“You’ve overcome a lot but now; now is when things get tough and I want you to succeed.”
“I appreciate you looking out for me, even if you-know-who hates me.”
“You're right, she does... and I have no idea why. You'll have to deal with her,” he shrugs, “Consider it one of the challenges of being a champion. Just like your inevitable rematch with Shuggy, which could come sooner rather than later... like maybe in Seattle. Lila loves to strike when the iron is hot.”
“You really think she’d do that?”
“Sleater, by nature is mainly concerned with making money and keeping the Board of Directors happy,” he points towards the giant glass window overlooking the nearly empty Wembley Stadium. “She heard the reaction you two got. She’d be stupid if she didn’t.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“You bet. Listen, I have to get going now but you should celebrate your big night.”
“I’d rather shower first.”
Frank sniffs the air and smirks.
“Good idea.”
Mesh giggles.
“Thank you, Frank. For everything.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mesh goes in for a hug, the gold belt still slung over her shoulder. Frank just stand still in place as she wraps her free arm around the International Champion. Soft yet firm pats to Mesh’s back. Frank looks visually uncomfortable as she snuggles up against his chest.
“Take care of yourself…champ.”
“You too…champ!”
Frank chuckles, shaking his head as he turns and disappears, leaving Mesh alone to her thoughts. The adrenaline rush from winning her match is still lingering throughout her body, which only grows more intense after watching the chaotic main event with Brennan, Drakz and Kyzer in the fancy cushion seats with five-star service.
Mesh looks around the empty halls of Wembley Stadium and it’s quiet. It wasn’t loud or chaotic, just dead silence. The only sound heard are the scuffs from Mesh’s boots, making her way to her locker room to clean up. Her makeup is still smudged, and she’s drenched in sweat.
Gross.
She approaches the door to her locker room, her name written hastily in black sharpie. Inside, the cool air smacks her across the face harder than her new reality: she’s the first ever WFWF Vanguard Champion. She stares at the shiny belt, still not convinced that it’s hers and it’s just a very well-done rib.
She takes a seat on the wooden creaky bench, feeling slightly homesick, reminding her of her comfy bed.
Then, there’s a knock on the door.
“Hey there, champ!”
Lila Sleater, in her striped fancy business suit stands behind the door with a bottle of apple cider and two glasses. Despite her energy, she looks exhausted. She waits like a vampire, waiting to be asked inside.
“Hey, what are you doing here?
“I wanted to celebrate your big win. You certainly proved your worth tonight.”
That totally sounded like a backhanded compliment.
“The WFWF Marketing Department are already discussing potential Mesh merchandise like reverse zip-up hoodies, hats with cat ears and plastic light-up swords for the kids!”
“Oh! And colorful whale plushies!”
Whales. Seriously?
“And yes, the rumors are true – we are in the process of making the first ever WFWF video game!”
She looks over at Sleater with a devilish grin on her face.
“Really?”
“Yes, and we want you to be the cover star. We’re going to offer a special edition with Drakz on the cover but that’s only for the more dedicated fans.”
“Pretty much like every game that’s out today.”
“Of course! We gotta compete with them for those holiday sales. With you on the cover, we’re sure that kids everywhere will beg their parents for it.”
Sleater walks over to the small table in the corner of the room, setting the two glasses down. She watches the general manager attempt to be fun and playful as she twists the bottle cap off with her hands.
The cider is bubbly, the foam slowly rising to the top. With a devilish grin on her face, Sleater hands Mesh a glass.
Before she can say Ticonderoga, if she can say Ticonderoga – she has poured herself a glass.
“To Mesh, the new WFWF Vanguard Champion.”
Mesh shrugs as the two women down the drink in one gulp.
A dramatic sigh from Sleater.
“I know you don’t drink so I had my assistant, Shawn find the best bottle of apple cider he could.”
"I thought Shawn was talent relations?"
"He's my assistant too. Shawn is a man of many hats."
“Well, it’s good, thank you.”
“You're welcome! You want another?” Sleater asks, her hand already on the bottle.
“Yes, please.”
Mesh looks around the room as the whooshing sound of the cider pops in her ears.
“Did I ever apologize for the ‘easy way out’ comment?”
Not enough.
“You might’ve, I can’t really remember right now.”
“Well if that’s the case then I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
Mesh just sips away at the cider.
“It’s okay, you wouldn’t be the only one.”
Sleater drinks some cider…and then smiles.
“People certainly won’t be doubting you anymore – in fact, the hashtag #MeshvsShuggy was trending worldwide at number one!”
The general manager sits forward in her chair, getting close to Mesh.
“The fans loved your match so, I think it’s safe to say that at SNAFU, you are going to defend your new WFWF Vanguard Championship against Shuggy in the rematch!”
Frank Lynn is psychic.
“Really?”
“Yes! We’re very confident that you two will deliver...in the main event!”
“I appreciate it, Ms. Sleater.”
Mesh takes another sip of the cider until there’s another knock on the door.
“Look at you! The whole world wants to meet Mesh now.”
The obvious ass-kissing from Sleater is getting rather tiresome. The champion goes to get up from her chair, but the boss stops her, chugging her own drink before slamming the glass down.
“It’s probably the dirtsheets. I’ll tell them off for you.”
The kicking of Sleater’s heels is all that’s heard until she opens the door.
“Oh. What a surprise to see you here.”
Mesh tries to see who’s on the other side, but the door serves like a shield, protecting the identity of the person. Sleater must know them as the two casually converse.
“Yeah, she’s inside.”
The voice is deep but unintelligible.
“Did you want me to give them to her or -? Oh, okay then.”
More murmurs.
“Hey champ, you have a visitor.”
Sleater says as she peaks her head out from behind the door.
“Hi.”
“You're welcome! You want another?” Sleater asks, her hand already on the bottle.
“Yes, please.”
Mesh looks around the room as the whooshing sound of the cider pops in her ears.
“Did I ever apologize for the ‘easy way out’ comment?”
Not enough.
“You might’ve, I can’t really remember right now.”
“Well if that’s the case then I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
Mesh just sips away at the cider.
“It’s okay, you wouldn’t be the only one.”
Sleater drinks some cider…and then smiles.
“People certainly won’t be doubting you anymore – in fact, the hashtag #MeshvsShuggy was trending worldwide at number one!”
The general manager sits forward in her chair, getting close to Mesh.
“The fans loved your match so, I think it’s safe to say that at SNAFU, you are going to defend your new WFWF Vanguard Championship against Shuggy in the rematch!”
Frank Lynn is psychic.
“Really?”
“Yes! We’re very confident that you two will deliver...in the main event!”
“I appreciate it, Ms. Sleater.”
Mesh takes another sip of the cider until there’s another knock on the door.
“Look at you! The whole world wants to meet Mesh now.”
The obvious ass-kissing from Sleater is getting rather tiresome. The champion goes to get up from her chair, but the boss stops her, chugging her own drink before slamming the glass down.
“It’s probably the dirtsheets. I’ll tell them off for you.”
The kicking of Sleater’s heels is all that’s heard until she opens the door.
“Oh. What a surprise to see you here.”
Mesh tries to see who’s on the other side, but the door serves like a shield, protecting the identity of the person. Sleater must know them as the two casually converse.
“Yeah, she’s inside.”
The voice is deep but unintelligible.
“Did you want me to give them to her or -? Oh, okay then.”
More murmurs.
“Hey champ, you have a visitor.”
Sleater says as she peaks her head out from behind the door.
“Hi.”
The person behind the door is one Daniel Knight, still looking sharp as ever despite calling one of the best shows all year.
“Umm…hey.”
“I got you these.”
From behind, Knight pulls out a vase of flowers. All blue roses. She’s exhausted but that doesn’t her eyes from nearly bulging out of her skull.
“They’re so pretty,” Mesh says as Knight hands her the bouquet, “Aren’t all shops closed right now?”
“I know a guy.”
“I realize this is a little awkward right now, considering all the heat between us –“
“There never was any heat between us – it was all you, dude.”
“Yeah, I know. I just.. wanted to sincerely apologize for all the things I said about you, whether on commentary, on Twitter or some mark’s radio show.”
“Why the sudden change of heart?”
Knight clears his throat as Sleater, again with that grin watches on. He gives his boss a look.
“Oh, you want to talk to her in private?”
“I’d appreciate it.”
“Okay then, I have to go anyway. Time to start promoting the next show and all. Please, let me know if you need anything, champ.”
She pats Mesh on the shoulder, gives Knight a look and she’s gone, her heels clicking down the halls of Wembley Stadium.
“My baby sister, Danielle is a big wrestling fan – always has been –“
“Your sister’s name is Danielle?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Nothing, I just think that’s cute.”
“Yeah, as I was saying - I used to tease her all the time about watching oily shirtless men in tights grab each other.”
“Not what I expected from somebody that claims to love "real" pro wrestling so much.”
“I’m her older brother. My job is to antagonize her but it’s all in good fun.”
“I bet.”
“Anyway, she was a big fan of girls like Penny Shannon and Scarlett Quinn during the good ‘ole days of the WFWF…”
Mesh crosses her arms, expecting an insult.
“Then you came along and like a splash of color, you brightened the dark world of the WFWF, despite me not getting “it” at first.”
"Needless to say, she loves - no, adores you."
“To be quite honest, you remind me a lot of my sister– when life throws you guys lemons, you make lemonade. Not me, I tend to throw those lemons back.”
“Where are you going with this?”
“During your match, she texted me this”
A picture of Danielle with a big smile on her face, kandi bracelets and all – with her hands up in the air, celebrating with Mesh as she raises the Vanguard Championship above her head.
“I saw how happy you made her, and I guess…I’m just a big softie.”
“Our parents were never there for us, so I raised Danielle. Seeing her happy makes me happy and I just wanted to thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m just glad you finally came around. Wish I could say the same about others here…”
“Give it time, look what happened with me. Now, I don’t always admit when I’m wrong but after tonight, I certainly was.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it, looking forward to calling your first title defense. Take care of yourself.”
Mesh nods as Knight walks away but then he stops and faces her again.
“Oh yeah – and thanks for letting me keep my job,” he starts, “Shawn talked to me about how you were adamant that I keep my job. I really appreciate that.”
“I meant what I said. You really are one of the best commentators out there.”
“Thanks.”
Again, more awkwardness as both Knight and Mesh stand feet apart from each other. He examines his surroundings while she looks like she’s about to pass out.
“I got a flight to catch tomorrow morning so I’m going to go now but I just wanted to get that off my chest.”
“I appreciate it.”
Without saying a word, he walks away, waving goodbye as he makes his way to the door, leaving the champion alone in her room. She’s had enough ass-kissing for tonight. She locks the door to her locker room and jumps in the shower.
12:45 PM
November 1st
Mama Bear’s house; Los Angeles, CA
The door to Mesh’s bedroom slams shuts. Sounds of commotion is the soundtrack to the night, expletives in Spanish, glass shattering, sounds of footsteps going in and out of the house echo throughout the house. A visibly distraught Mesh huffs and puffs over to her bed and throws herself onto it, followed by a creak.
“I hate them.”
She sniffles.
Tears fall from her eyes, but she wipes them away, burying her face in a pillow.
“F*** you, b****! You’re aren’t a part of this family!”
“What is your problem?? This is why you shouldn’t drink!”
“You’re causing problems, b****!”
“What are you talking about??”
Mesh quivers at the sounds that are coming from the other side of her bedroom door. She knew that was going to happen, but her naivety prevented her from thinking realistically.
She closes her eyes, hoping that the yelling and the fighting will cease but it doesn’t. It only grows louder.
More glass shattering is heard, followed by more expletives in Spanish.
“Si alguna vez te vuelvo a ver, te voy a matar puta!”
“Wow, really?”
“GET THE F*** OUT OF MY HOUSE! NOW!”
The commotion heads to have headed outside as the front door slams shut.
Suddenly, her house is dead quiet although the shouting is still loud, albeit faint.
Then, there’s a knocking on Mesh’s door.
Before she can say anything, Kat walks in and immediately walks over and wraps her arms around her best friend.
“I’m sorry, dude.”
With Kat’s embrace, Mesh can’t control her emotions. She starts to cry.
“I hate them so much. They make me want to punch something.....f***!”
She lets out a high-pitched shriek that causes Kat to jump. Kimchi runs for the hills too, hiding under Mesh’s bed.
“Don’t do that,” Kat moves the hair away from Mesh’s face, doing her best to comfort her, “Don’t go to their level.”
“Now you know why we don’t associate with them.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty terrible people,” she gently pats Mesh’s back, “This party was supposed to be about you, yet all they did was go into business for themselves.”
She sniffles.
"Pretty much."
There's a silence between the two.
Kat notices the Vanguard Championship still wrapped around Mesh’s waist.
“F*** them, dude. You’re the WFWF Vanguard Champion, that’s all that matters. I’m so proud of you!”
She stays quiet.
“How are people treating you backstage now?”
“They’re so phony.”
“What did I tell you?”
“Ms. Sleater bought me some apple cider and was going on and on about Mesh merchandise and the video game.”
“Funny how she sees the value in you now, huh?”
Kat’s dry sarcasm strikes again.
“And Knight, the announcer that doesn’t like me…well, likes me now.”
“I’d keep on eye on him. The ones in suits are always the worst, they're usually the biggest ass-kissers.”
“I don't know, you don’t think he’s genuine?”
“Nope. That dude showed me his true colors on Twitter and that radio show.”
Mesh laughs.
“He told me about his sister that’s a huge fan too.”
“Ahh, the sympathy angle? Wow, he’s worse than I thought.”
“I don’t know right now.”
“Just watch your back, I don’t buy this sudden "change of heart". Don’t let anybody talk s*** about you!”
“Okay, Frank.”
“Is he looking out for you?”
“I wouldn't say he's looking out for me, per se but I trust him and his opinions and he's always giving me advice...kind alike you are right now.”
“That’s good.”
“I think you’d like him if you ever met him.”
“I don't plan on meeting him ever but I’m just glad you have someone there that gives a s***, you know?”
“Me too.”
The two friends laugh.
“You always manage to cheer me up.”
“I don’t like seeing you upset over dumb s***, that’s all.”
Then, her phone buzzes in her pocket.
It’s from an unknown number.
Then, her phone buzzes in her pocket.
It’s from an unknown number.
“Who’s it from?”
Mesh hesitates to answer. She can feel her heart start to beat really fast. Her intestines feel like they're tied in a knot. You ever get that scribbled feeling, deep down in your stomach? That's how Mesh feels right about now.
“Joy.”
“The homewrecker?"
“Yup.”
“Looks like everyone from your past is coming out of the woodwork, huh?”
“Pretty much.”
Hey guys, it’s Mesh!
I did it! I’m the WFWF Vanguard Knight!
I'm sooooo happy!
This right here…
Mesh points at the WFWF Vanguard title, shiny and all.
Symbolizes everything for me.
It proves that I belong here.
It proves that I’m tough.
It proves that I’m not a joke.
You get the idea...
It’s funny though.
Now that I’m a champion, a lot of people from my past have suddenly emerged.
Like my awful distant family that only care about themselves.
My drunk, loudmouth aunt that hates everyone but herself.
She actually got into a fight with my uncle's ex-wife at a party that Mama Bear and Kat threw for me on Halloween.
She broke some of my mom's things during the scuffle. Broke a vase and tried to stab my uncle's ex-wife.
Fun times.
She looks into the camera to signify the sarcasm.
My arrogant, doucebag uncle that thinks people really care about how much money he makes.
Newsflash, they don't.
He's one of those short guys that has to act all tough all the time so people think he's a badass.
Another newsflash, he isn't.
Then there's people like Joy.
The worst part about being a champion is that people like Joy feel the need to text you out of nowhere and decide that they want to be involved in your life, somehow.
The balls on her.
Well, ovaries but you get what you mean.
I’ve been contemplating on whether or not I should meet up with her.
Mama Bear and Kat both told me not to do it, but I don’t know, I guess some part of me wants closure.
From what? I don’t know.
I know what my dad and her were up to.
I know what she wanted my dad to do so my mom could never see me again.
Maybe I just want to vent and tell her how I feel about her in person.
Who knows, it might be good promo practice.
Mesh laughs.
You know, Frank and Kat were right.
I shouldn’t take any s*** from anybody because it makes me look weak.
I shouldn’t take any s*** from anybody because it makes me look weak.
After the show, Ms. Sleater celebrated with me in my locker room and went on and on about ‘Mesh merchandise’ this and ‘Mesh merchandise’ that.
I am hyped for the video game though. Let's hope it works at launch and isn't full of bugs and glitches.
To be honest with you all, I don’t trust her.
I have a feeling that as soon as I lose this championship, she’s going to move on to the next person.
I know this is a business but still, I’m a human being at the end of the night, not a cash cow.
She apologized for the “easy way out” comment but talk is cheap.
She’ll say anything to please me or anyone else in my position, for that matter.
Then there’s Daniel Knight who suddenly had a change of heart.
I don’t trust him either.
I’m naïve, sure but I’m not stupid.
I’m glad his sister is a fan of mine and all but….why now?
Does he want to use me, so he could brag to his rich buddies about being friends with Mesh, the WFWF Vanguard Champion?
I’ll be nice to him, but I’ll keep my eyes open.
I’m only doing it for Danielle.
It’s not her fault her brother can be a jerk.
I'm all paranoid now, thanks Frank and Kat!
At SNAFU, it’s my first title defense and I’m kinda nervous.
What if I lose?
Does that mean that I’m really a flash in the pan?
Does that mean winning the tournament was all fluke?
I’m sure guys like Slipp would just love to see me fail.
Maybe Sleater and Knight will show their true colors?
I won’t fail.
I can’t fail.
Our match in London was so good apparently that at SNAFU, I’m wrestling Shugs again.
My buddy.
One of the nicest people in the WFWF.
Shuggy really brought the best out of me and I think I brought out the best in him.
We’re in the main event!
It’s like a dream come true for me!
I can’t wait!
I haven’t heard from Shugs since the show in London, so I just hope he’s okay.
He’s probably training like crazy for this match.
I’m sure he wanted to win.
But I’m going to follow in the footsteps of Frank and be a fighting champion.
I’ll put my title on the line, regardless of who I face.
Whether it’s Shugs, Bat Boy – whoever.
The one advantage I have over him going into this match is that I’ve beaten him already.
The disadvantage is that he knows what to expect so he’s going to try new things.
Who knows what he's capable of?
I'm just really excited to wrestle Shugs again.
I have high hopes that I’ll make all of you proud as the Vanguard Knight.
My biggest fear is that I’ll trip and fall but I’m going to make sure that I grab the ball and run with it.
I'm going to knock it out of the park.
There's a sport reference that Smash will appreciate.
I'm going to be knocking everyone down in my path as champion.
Even Shuggy.
I’ve beat him once and I can do it again.
No, I will beat him again.
See you all in Seattle.
Byeeeeeeeee!
Mesh blows a kiss into the camera, ending the vlog.