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Brace for Impact

By: Silverback Christianpaw

My name is Zack, but I also go by the in-ring name Cross Wolfe. TNA Slammiversary last night was a great show, and it got me even more pumped up about my monitored exercises tomorrow in New York City and if I do well enough for TNA staff maybe I can get a tryout match. The next big show isn't until October so now is the perfect time for TNA Impact Wrestling to start booking some new talent for their television tapings.

I pulled my near gear out of the plastic bag; maroon and black tights from shoulder to toe complete with white wolf designs all down the sides and a silver wolf face design on the front cause wolves are awesome. I stuck my hand in the new mask to hollow it out. I looked deeply at it to make sure it covered everything; maroon and black all the way around just like my suit, wolf faces on each side to make kind of a three-headed dog type look and bright red mesh eyes. Yes, I wanted to be completely covered. It only added mystery to my character and this is a business where you needed to do everything to stand out. I was certainly not the biggest guy, but that's just fine for TNA because they had the X-Division which was devoted to smaller, more athletic guys like me. I thought it would been just a dream to be an X-Division Champion one day.

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I looked around at the empty arena that day inside the Manhattan Center. The next night was the first of the Impact Wrestling tapings. Thankfully I saw only three other guys there. I got the call from TNA President Dixie Carter to be there but she didn't specify on how many were going to be there. There was a tall blonde guy, probably about 6'4-6'5 who looked pretty jacked, and also a tag team of smaller guys like me but they had rainbows on their tights and written across the seat of their pants is "Rainbow Express" . . . I had no words.

"Been waiting for the opportunity ever since I finished wrestling school," the blonde said, "So you guys all better make me look good." I'm already feeling the love.

Ladies and Gentlemen . . . E . . . C . . . 3

All of a sudden music started blasting throughout the empty arena as the man, Ethan Carter the Third made his way down the ramp of the entrance way. It was just us four guys there, so I don't know why the hell he would need to blast his entrance music. He made his way over to us, he actually looked bigger in person than he did on TV. But on TV he was known as an arrogant asshole, but maybe that was just for the show, I thought. He might have been a nice guy in real life.

"Welcome to Impact Wrestling, home of champions like myself. If everything goes well here today and you stay on my good side then you'll get a tryout match tomorrow."

The other three guys I was training with were smiling, I was getting pumped up now.

"Gentlemen...wipe those smiles off your faces!" he suddenly scowled, "This is Impact Wrestling! Believe me, this is not going to be easy. You're going to have to sweat, you're going to have to cry, you're going to have to bleed to make it in this business. Only the best of the best, like myself, are here. My aunt Dixie only wants the best athletes in that ring. So you're going to have to be tough!"

So much for my 'nice in real life' theory and just when I thought it couldn't get worse,

"Mr. Carter," the blonde started, "you don't even need to worry about these other guys, if you need talent in your ring, sir, I am your man. I'm 6'5, 248 lbs of lean mean fighting machine. I look like a star, walk like a star, and act like a star."

Well no doubt the blonde guy was a good talker, but this was sickening. I just held my tongue as Ethan looked up and down at him and smiled, "Hmm, I like your attitude, you might make a good X-Division champion some day."

"Pffft, the X-Division Title? That's little boy gold, I want big boy gold, I want man gold! I'll be the next man to cash in the X-Division Title for a shot at that TNA World Heavyweight Championship."

I finally spoke up, "I think I'd make a great X-Division Champion." Everyone turned their heads to me like I just farted in church.

EC3 snickered, "Hehe, sure. I'm sure you'd make a great little X-Division champion one day," he said walking toward me, "We need those X-Division guys out there to excite the fans. After all, we need the them to really warm up the crowd so that the fans will get excited when the real wrestlers go out there."

"The 'real wrestlers'?" I said puzzled.

"Yes, you little spot monkeys can go out there and do your big stunts, Oooh ahhh, excite the crowd and then they'll be warmed up for guys like me who will be in the main event wrestling for the real gold, the TNA World Heavyweight Championship.

Before I knew it, he shoved me right down on my ass.

"Guh!" I quickly roll back and popped right back up onto my feet. "Hey!" I got right in his face, "What is your problem?!" I couldn't believe he did that. If his words didn't charge me up, that shove right on my ass certainly did.

He just smiled, "Well, right now I'd have to say_you_ are my problem. He decks me right in the face, I hit the ground hard. I hold my face in pain. Damn that really hurt.

"Grah! Guff! Mmmf mmmf grrr." I grunt as I felt Ethan hover over me and once again he got right in my face. "Congratulations kid, I'll give you you're tryout match tomorrow..._against me! And we'll see just how good you are!"_He got off me. I heard him after that, shout something along the lines of "Get to work boys" as he left. That punch walloped me pretty good. But I got it! Regardless, I got my tryout match, even if it's not the way I wanted. But fine! He wanted to see just how good I am? Id make sure to prove just how good I was when I pin him to the mat 1, 2, 3.

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Generic rock music started blasting through the arena. The fans in the packed Manhattan Center started making a little bit of noise but nothing crazy, no surprise because this was going to be my debut match. Unless if some of those people had seen some of my matches on YouTube they were not going to know who I was. But, that was a moo point that night. It was going to be a clean slate and what I'd done in the past no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered then was what I was doing going forward, and I wanted that TNA Impact Wrestling contract.

I walked out from behind the curtain and looked around, the first thing I hear is chants of, "Who Are You? Who Are You? Who Are You?" Once again, I was already feeling the love. New York City fans had been known to be a rowdy bunch so it was expected. But my goal was EC3, Ethan Carter the Third. I couldn't think about impressing the fans, I couldn't think about impressing Dixie Carter, my goal, my focus was EC3; no more, no less, and hopefully everything else would fall into place.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, coming down the ramp, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 202 lbs, this is Cross Wolfe!" Jeremy Borash, the ring announcer said into his microphone in the center of the ring.

I climbed into the 6-sided ring and ran across to jump onto the second rope to do a quick pose for pictures. Sadly instead of clicks from cameras all I got was a bombardment of more "Who Are You?" chants.

Ladies and Gentlemen . . . E . . . C . . . 3

"And from Boca Raton, Florida, weighing in at 225 lbs, Ethan Carter the Third, EC3!"

Ethan Carter walked out to the ring slowly to his music with the swagger, he walked backwards with his back to the fans before spinning around wearing a sly grin on his face. At this point, I could only remember how his sly grin changed to anger when he struck me in the face and made this challenge. The grin remained sown on his face as he entered the ring.

DING-DING-DING!

I moved my way around the ring, he couldn't help but move around the opposite direction. I knew I had the speed advantage being the smaller competitor. To use my speed, and use my fancy footwork when and if at all possible.

We locked up center of the ring, I got his arm under mine so we stay locked up. I quickly left my feet as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his head before sending down on his head and more importantly his neck in a quick roll. His shoulders were down on the mat as the referee got on his knees and pounded his hand on the mat for the count,

"1 . . .2 . . . 3!"

DING-DING-DING!

Ethan broke up the roll-up but it was too late as my generic rock track started up again and the fans in the Manhattan Center start suddenly went crazy in both laughter and shouting. I backed up to one of the corners and looked around. I won right? Did I win? The fans are going crazy. My rock music is playing. I honestly wasn't sure, I actually thought I only got a two-count. But no, I won the match! Ethan was already back on his feet yelling at the referee. The referee stuck to his case as he slapped his own hand three times, signifying that there was indeed a three-count.

The referee, annoyed by Carter's pleas stomped over to me and raised my hand in the air in victory. Ethan kept shouting,

"No! No! No! I did not lose! I did not lose! I wasn't ready!"

The referee said, "He got the win! You're shoulders were down on the mat!"

Ethan got louder, "I demand a re-match now! Right now!"

"No! You lost!"

"If you don't give me the match I'll get my aunt Dixie and she will have your job! You will be fired!"

"What???"

"I'll make sure my Aunt D fires you! Now ring the damn bell!"

I watched this unfold before my eyes. I watched the referee look down at the mat. Was I going to have to wrestle again? He finally looked up at me and said,

"Ok you're going to have a re-match."

I looked straight at Ethan before I said, "Fine! Bring it on! Chump!"

"Chump?! You're calling me a chump?!" He got right in my face until we were forehead to forehead. He was furious. I had absolutely no problem with another match, just to prove indisputably just how awesome I could be. I was more furious than him but by gawd I was ready for more.

"Yes! I'm calling you a chump!" Before I knew it the fists started flying. He was seriously pummeling me into a corner of the ring. It extended into stomps down into my mid-section before it grew even further into a foot clamped down on my throat.

"Choke! Choke!" Ethan scowled at me.

The referee stepped in and said, "Hey! Hey! Get out of the corner dammit! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . ."

Ethan got off me before the count of five that would have gotten him disqualified, and backed away from me. I took this opportunity to slide out of the ring to catch my breath and think of my next move. I took the quick breath but it got interrupted with a hard shot to the back from Ethan. He wasn't messing around now, he was going to catch me at every turn. I quickly turned and landed a kick to his stomach. It connected perfectly. I grabbed him by the wrist to and tried whip him into the steel guardrail that barricades the fans from the ring, but he reversed it, grabbed me by my wrist and I slam into the guardrail on my side.

BAM!

My side was stinging under my arm. He gripped the back of my tights and threw me back into the ring. I quickly tried to get up as he got back into the ring and managed to hit a low dropkick to his knee. He went down right on his face. I quickly capitalized by grabbing hold of his head and flipped myself over onto my back and feet so I could wrench his head and neck over his own body.

"Ahhhh!" Ethan reached out his hands as he tried to find any way out of the hold. The referee got in his face to check and see if he wanted to tap or give up. He reached his hand up to grab and pull mine away, when I felt my hand started to slip I quickly flipped back to a regular sitting position and grabbed one of his arms and tucked it in between my legs to apply a crossface hold.

Ethan managed to get his knees under him as he tried to roll on top of me, my shoulders were down on the mat, the referee counted,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." I quickly turned over and back into the crossface. Ethan again tried to roll out of it, this time the other way but I rolled all the way back down to a sitting position and I kept the crossface synched in. However, him being a much taller wrestler, got his foot on the bottom rope.

The referee told me to release the hold. I got off of him and quickly sprint back up to my feet to deliver a couple stomps to his back. He grabbed the rope and pulled himself out. He turned and looked at me, pointing to his own head.

"See? You'll never outsmart me! Hahaha!" Ethan said as he turned his back to me to placate himself to the crowd . . . big mistake.

I ran to one side of the ring, bounced myself off the ropes, dashed across the ring and leaped to the top rope. Ethan turned himself around just in time as I hit a summersault off the top rope and crash landed right on top of him.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" The crowd all said in unison followed by a harmonious chant of, "Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" Also got a bunch of cheers and applause from the crowd for that move. Now I got them going!

"Yeah!" I shouted raising my hands to the crowd once I got up. But now was my chance to hit my finishing move for the win. I quickly grabbed him by his blue trunks and tossed him back in the ring. He got himself up but I met him with a big bodyslam down on the mat. Then jumped up and hit a legdrop across his throat.

"Come on!" I shouted once more to the crowd. Some of the fans in the Manhattan Center were actually starting to get on my side and were cheering for me! It was unbelievable!

I plant myself in one corner, grabbing the ropes, getting ready to hit my big finisher, a running dropkick I like to call the Crossfire. Ethan grabbed onto the ropes, trying to pull himself up. That summersualt plancha hit him perfectly. Now I must zone in for the kill! He pulled himself back up to his feet, face glazed over as he gingerly turned himself around.

"Hyyyyyah!" I ran across the ring and jumped up into a major dropkick that connected right in his face with perfect precision.

"Ohhhhhhh!" the fans said as Ethan fell facedown on the mat. I get on top and hooked the leg for the pin. The referee counted,

"1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"

DING-DING-DING!

My music started playing once again. Most of the fans were actually clapping and cheering for me this time. Not everybody, but certainly a lot more than the first match. I beat EC3 not just once, but twice! Now TNA Impact Wrestling would have to give me a contract.

I climbed out of the ring with my hands in the air, the referee even followed me out and raised my hand in victory. I looked around at the crowd, a lot of them were cheering and clapping for me, still! I turned around and made my way up the ramp. I just relaxed and let my ears listen as the rock music played and the fans were cheered for me where a few minutes ago they had chanted "Who Are You" well--

FWAP!

"Ohhhhhh!" I heard the crowd say as I felt a shooting pain in my back.

"Ahh!" I arched my back in pain. Turned around to see Ethan with a steel chair in his hand.

FWAP!

It smacked right across my head and I fell back on the ramp, adding insult to injury I hit my head on the steel ramp. "Uhhhh," was all I could muster as I felt pain just encompass around me. My head was ringing instantly.

"I'm going to beat him before this night is over..." was all I could hear. I suddenly felt someone dragging me by my arm. I tried to turn over to get back on all fours but kept slipping as I got dragged. Everything seemed to nearly go black. After that it felt like someone was in my room shouting while I was still asleep. Only this time there is a lot of shouting, in the Manhattan Center.

". . . Count it! Count it!"

"No! . . ."

". . . beating him, restart the match . . ."

I felt a hand slam down on the mat, "1 . . . 2 . . ." I thrust my arm up! I started hearing the cheering again. I felt something get off my body. Few seconds later something covered my body again and I heard the smacks on the mat again, "1 . . . 2 . . ." I thrust my arm up even harder and turned over to my side. I opened my eyes to see myself still in the ring. Wasn't this match already over? Did I dream it all or something? I was very out of it.

My vision started to clear as I reached out and grabbed the ring ropes and tried to pull myself up again. I hunched myself on the top rope to pull myself up. Looked around to still see the crowd going nuts. I turned around and saw Ethan coming toward me with a clothesline. He hit it, and kncoked me down again. Not the hardest I've ever felt, actually it felt pretty weak. Clearly he was not focused on what he was doing.

He covered me for the pin, the referee counted,

"1 . . .2 . . ." I hooked his arm with mine and got his other arm with my leg as I quickly turned over, putting his shoulders down on the mat,

"1 . . .2 . . . 3!"

Once again my rock music started playing and the fans by this time exploded out of their seats in both cheers and laughter yet again. I finally had enough of my wits together to get myself out of the ring. Ethan was screaming and pulling his own hair out in frustration. I quickly made my way up the ramp to make sure that there wasn't going to be yet another match. The referee followed me to raise my hand in victory once again.

Ethan was screaming. He got caught. I beat him not once, not twice, but three times! If that didn't get me a TNA Impact Wrestling Contract, I didn't know what will.