This is a tribute to the under appreciated low card superstars, especially the ones who were released today.
The wrestler waits backstage for the show to start. He’s excited, for he will be wrestling a match on WWE Superstars. This is best opportunity he has had in weeks, to finally show his worth to the management.
Yet, in the back of the wrestler’s mind, he knows that this match won’t change anything. He’s a veteran, but he has never gotten that one big shot at the big time. He has toiled in the low-card for years now, and he knows he will never get out of the hole.
It’s showtime. The crowd pops a little, acknowledging the veteran status of this superstar. Yet the crowd doesn't really care. This is just the warm-up to the main show of Monday Night Raw. No one is emotionally invested in these Superstars, let alone this match.
The next superstar receives a much bigger pop. The opponent is young, charismatic and very over with the crowd. He is a favorite of the Internet fans, who are certainly making themselves vocal in the crowd tonight.
His opponent enters the ring and plays to the crowd with his antics. Yet the veteran is thinking of the coming match. He is scheduled to lose to this up and coming wrestler. He’s fine with this role, yet he feels jealous of his opponent. His opponent has every part of his sure to be great career ahead of him. All the while, the wrestler doesn’t even know if management will keep him on the roster next year.
The match begins. His opponent is certainly talented, and knows his way around the ring. Blows are traded, and it ends up with his opponent getting the advantage, much to the delight of the crowd. The veteran wrestler quickly changes the tide, putting himself in a good position to win.
The crowd is chanting for his opponent to get out of the submission grip. As he’s been trained to do, the wrestler slowly loosens his grip, while putting on an expression of surprise.
His opponent finally counters out of the grip and lands some punches on the wrestler. The wrestler retreats to the corner, protecting his face while he waits for the scheduled break in punches. It comes and he launches a counter-offensive. The crowd does not react well to this.
Suddenly, his opponent launches a well placed kick to the face. The crowd erupts as the wrestler falls to the ground. The kick was supposed to happen, but the pain in his jaw doesn’t hurt any less. The opponent goes for a pin, but the wrestler kicks out. He slowly stands up, only to be hit from behind by his opponents finishing move.
The match is over. His opponent celebrates, while the wrestler is slowly forgotten as he rolls out of the ring. There were no botches and no mishaps, yet the wrestler feels empty. This same scenario had played out many times throughout the wrestler’s career. Another night, another loss. Another night, another notch slipped into obscurity.
He heads backstage, his head still hurting for the combined effects of the kick and the finishing move. He quickly grabs an ice-pack from a trainer and sits down in the locker room.
He notices a variety of other wrestlers walking around backstage. There’s the mega superstars, getting ready for the main show. A couple of other veteran jobbers in which he has shared many great moments despite their situations.
He notices one woman in particular. She has almost the same situation as he, but had a little more success. She was a former champion in a rival company, yet has never had very much success in this company. She is still in her prime, and he hates to see her talents being wasted.
He pulls out his phone and sees he has a message from WWE management, giving him the instruction to call them back as soon as possible. His heart sinks, as he knows what the call is about. He knew it was inevitable, but he still cannot stop staring at the message, hoping it’s contents might change.
He doesn’t want to air his personal laundry around backstage, so he doesn’t immediately call. He gets the say-so that he isn’t needed for the rest of the show and that he can go on home. As he’s walking out, he sees that same diva staring at her phone, tears rolling down her cheeks.
He knows the reason why. She is in the same boat as him. It’s hard for himself not to cry as he knows his time with the company he loves is growing short. Yet, he wants to be the epitome of manliness, so he changes into street clothes and walks out of the arena with his head held high.
He gets into his car and dials the number. His suspicions are confirmed as the management representative let’s him know that he is being released from the company. If he weren’t feeling so bad for himself, he would’ve laughed at the representative telling him they wish him well in his future endeavors.
He knows they don’t. If they cared about him, they would’ve extended his contract and kept him on the show. He had outlived his usefulness to the company, and now he is no longer needed.
He feels, if possible, even more empty now. He had given his entire life training, working out and practicing vocal exercises in order for the shot in that company. He knows he should feel grateful that he lasted 10 years in the company. He never reached his goal of even a mid-card championship, but at least he had a job.
But now it’s over. He is left jobless, with no outlet to show his talents. He knows there are other companies he could work for, but he feels an odd sense of loyalty to the company he was just fired from. He knows he will never work for another company, and he comes to terms with the fact that he will probably never wrestle again.
Dedicated to Melina, Vladimir Kozlov, David Hart Smith and Chris Masters, who were all released today. Thank you for your service to entertaining us through the years.