The Meeting

by Athena

Well I now you have not heard from me for a few weeks – there were some personal circumstances that prevented 

me from ranting at you all.  I figure you have all had enough of a break from me, so here I am in your face again!

Last Sunday was the “Unforgiven” PPV, much hyped (as usual) with little intent on delivering on that hype.  

That is nothing new for me.  I do always purchase the PPV’s, because in my warped little mind, if I DON’T then I will probably 

miss the “granddaddy” of them all, and that would completely piss me off!  Well there were a few things about that weekend that

 made it one of the most enjoyable and memorable in my life – and it had little or nothing to do with wrestling.

That weekend I traveled to Charlotte to meet up with some very dear and sweet friends that I had met online and 

we were going to the PPV live.  As the time drew closer and closer for us to all travel there, I discovered that I was much 

more interested in seeing all of my friends than I was in seeing any wrestling event.  I was a ‘good girl’ and had my husband

 come along with me as a chaperone, because I knew he was concerned about me traveling so far (900 miles) to meet up with

 people I had been forming relationships with over the internet.

Anyway, as soon as I FINALLY found some of our group (another long story *G*), it was as if we had always known each other. 

 I might be mouthy here, but in person I am pretty quiet until I feel comfortable with someone.  You don’t believe me?

 Well too bad, you’ll have to trust me on that one.  We ate dinner, and headed for the Hotel Lounge where I met up with the ladies and we 

waited to see who would be checking into the hotel……..

Oh I didn’t TELL you???  We were staying at one of the hotels that the wrestlers use when they are in the area…..

First, as I was checking in, I saw Mark Henry from behind – he is built like brick shithouse but as gentle as a lamb 

(sorry Mark – hope I am not blowing your reputation!).  At one point it was after midnight and a young girl had 

stopped him in the lobby to ask for an autograph.  He consented gladly, but asked her “babydoll how old are you?”. 

 She answered that she was 12.  He came back with, “I will be happy to sign for you, but why aren’t you in bed??” 

 I thought that was very sweet.  In fact we saw the Rock, Paul Wight and of course Faarooq and Bradshaw, and every one of them 

was polite and friendly.  The only time I saw any of them get testy, was when the guys from the sports memorabilia shops were tailing 

them and demanding that these guys sign autograph after autograph.  I did not ask for one myself just for the simple

 fact that I felt bad for the guys being hammered like this.  I did take pictures however and I am waiting for the film to come back.

Maybe you all think I am completely stupid to blow a chance of a lifetime by NOT asking for an autograph, 

and some days I agree with you.  Most of the girls I was with DID ask and received them and I have no problem 

whatsoever with that.  I am just the type who would prefer to get the picture and I am sensitive to other’s feelings

 (now stop laughing or ELSE!), so I just did not feel comfortable doing that.  It also could be the fact that I literally slammed into

 Paul Wight as I was turning away from the hotel lobby desk...he is one BIG MAN!

Well anyway, the point of this rant is to tell you that in spite of getting to see some of the guys close up and going to 

the PPV live, my fondest memories are with my friends who I consider my sisters.  They made the trip worthwhile for me and

 we are already planning next year’s trip – but to get together for “us” – no wrestling events.  That way, if we go through 

some sort of withdrawal we can always pop in a tape and curse and throw things, but we have more time with each other.  

If ever you know that you have a particular connection or fondness for someone, make sure you tell them as soon as you can 

– because you have no idea if you will ever be able to express your love or friendship to that person again in this life.  

Right Morgie???

This column is dedicated to the loving memory of my sister, friend and teacher Morgan, who passed from this life on September 15, 1999.

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