PEOPLE U/M: Zarek Lyle, Frankie Stallion
RECORD: 00/00/00
OOC: New character and new rp style. This is the first time I have ever written in first person. I normally write in third person. I have no idea where I was going with the ending, so I ended up with that. I don't have a banner or anything yet, so I'm just going to use the crappy looking title thingy for the time being.

A bird fluttered overhead, unsure of where he was going. It was a song bird, the one you always saw in movies singing this beautiful song but you've never actaully heard them in real life. It was blue, like the ones in Snow White that helped her 'whistle while she worked'. Except this one didn't feel like singing, it just kept sqwaking, like it was in pain or something. As I walked towards the arena, the blue song bird kept whailing, as if it was yelling at me not to go in or something. I walked on, ignoring the annoying little bird as it kept yelling at me to stop, but no way was I going to miss this chance, this chance to see the tCw live. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and a stupid bird with false warnings wasn't going to ruin it for me.

I was here alone, because it wasn't that big of a deal to my parents to let me disappear randomly. Probably because they weren't my real parents, but my foster parents. Besides, it was only a few blocks away from our appartment and it wasn't like it was a big event or anything. The wrestling corporation known as tCw was a small indy fed that opporated out of something that looked like a circus tent, but bigger. So not many people came to these things, although they were televised.

He wasn't that big in person. Frankie Stallion, that is. On the television, he always seemed to be one of the tallest men in the world. But looking at him now, he didn't seem very tall. Compared to my birth father he was actually pretty short. That was my first let down of the day. My idol, who seemed larger than life to me, was actually pretty short. It didn't matter that much I guess. Yes, it did suprise me, but he was still the same man who had single-handedly became the tCw world champion, when he had no allies and his opponent had many. I looked at him for a bit, unable to say anything, just look with thoughts racing through my head.

He had black curly hair, and I could see he had a lot of chest hair from his low shirt. He was very muscular, I'll give him that. He had the tCw world championship slung over his right shoulder as always, and my gaze landed upon it. The carefully crafted designs, and the perfect inscription of his name on the bottom. I decided, that one day I would have one like that, but better. My gaze moved over and his eyes caught mine, he was the first to speak.

"Ciao bambino, what's your name?"

That's the first thing Frankie Stallion ever said to me, even to this day, those words ring in my head like words taken straight from the bible. It was a glorious moment. Myself, a young child, was being asked a question by the tCw world champion. Was this for real? There was nobody around to pinch me. But I didn't really care if it was real or not, cause it was awesome.

"Zarek, sir. I mean, my name is Zarek, Mr. World Champion, Frankie Stallion"

He looked at me with an odd gaze for a second. I knew why, it was because of my name. Zarek. Not a very common name, yes. A greek combination of Zack and Darrick it always sounded like to me. I do believe it was the name of some greek god or something along those lines. But I found it no reason for him to give me such a look.

"It's greek"

I said following shortly after seeing his look. His odd gaze quickly went away after hearing these words. Another let down of the day. It seemed as if my hero was somewhat of a racist of some sort. It could be possible that if I said it was German or Dutch, he would have shoved me away. Either that, or he wasn't to bright. I was very confused by his actions.

"So Zarek, what brings you backstage? Don't you know that the mid-card division is about to start showing?"

"Yes, sir. But I mainly came tonight just to see you. That's mainly why I am backstage"

I thought about how he could respond to this. At the tender age of twelve, I was always unsure of how people would react to the truth. Maybe if I had said I was getting a drink of water or something, then I wouldn't seem to obsessed or anything. It's not like I had posters of him on my wall or anything. Okay, I lied. But he doesn't know that...

"I even have posters of you on my wall"

I crap, why the hell did I just say that? Oh well, to late to take it back now. All I could do at this point, was wait for his response. Would it be good? Would it be bad? Would he think I am his number one fan? Would he think that I am completely obsessed maniac?

"Wow, impressive. I am flattered. You came all this way just to see me?"

A sigh of relief quietly came from my mouth.

"Of course, you are my favorite wrestler of all time"

A smile crossed his face, like he had accomplished something. Wow, maybe this wasn't going to be a let down after all.

"Let me ask you something Adonis, would you like to be the head of my childrens fan club?"

I froze on the spot. Never in my mind would I think I would be asked this question. In the wrestling corporation, tCw, every wrestler had a fan club, wether it be big or small, EVERY wrestler had one. For every fan club there was an adult and a childrens division. There was a staff appointed for every fan club, and if you were on this staff you were highly envied. I wasn't really a staff, just a position that let people know that you were one of the BIG fans. The BIG fans always got the special treatments, such as hand written letter from the superstars, signed cards and posters, so on and so forwarth. Being the head of Frankie Stallions club, would be an honor.

"Wow, Im not sure what to say. But yes, most definitely!"

What a cheesy response. I really didn't know what to say, and I guess that's what came out.

"Also, I'd like you to hang on to this for me for awhile. We all know I won't be loosing it anytime soon"

As he took the tCw world championship off of his shoulder I could only imagine what he was going to do next. He placed it on my right shoulder and smiled down upon me. I almost died right then and there. It was leighter in weight than I had expected, and less shiny as well. Well, they say you gain ten pounds on camera, and it is possible that the championship belt hasn't had it's daily shinning. I was probably smilling from head to toe but I didn't have a mirror so I wasn't exactly sure. I had completely decided that this day wasn't going to be a complete let down.

"Now go outside to your seat and I'll see you after my match, okay?"

I knodded and obediatly turned around and started walking to my seat. Then suddenly, a shinny camera lense caught my eye. The camera man looked at me and then took the camera off of me. Had I just been filmed? Were they filiming the conversation I just had with Frankie Stallion as a promo or something? Before I could ask this to the camera man, someone behind me answered my question.

"Wait until the kid's gone...fade out...and cut! Good work Frankie, good work! Now you can convert to a face to the eye of the people. This is the best idea ever, I almost believed that bullshit"

I turned around to see a man patting Frankie on the back and laughing with him. It wasn't long before I realized it was me that they were laughing at. Not realizing exactly why they laughing at me, I walked up to Frankie Stallion and this man next to him.

"I thought I told you to go back to your seat, kid"

Was the second way he started off a conversation with me. I liked the first way much better.

"I was, b-b-b-but I heard what were you talking about with that man?"

"Don't worry about it kid, now go back to your seat before I beat your ass!"

The man took something from his back and placed it on his shoulder. It was the tCw world championship, and Frankie began laughing again. I didn't understand what was going on.

"I thought this was the belt"

"Yeah right. Like I would give a kid the tCw world championship belt? Ha! You must be stupid! It was a completely fake, everything I just said to you was fake! Now get the hell out of here!"

Crushed. Exactly what I was at this point. I took the fake tCw championship, which I now looked at as a cheap replica, with me and left. I didn't go back to my seat in the arena, because it didn't seem right anymore. Why would I go cheer for a complete fake, who lied to kids just to get people to like him. He was no longer an idol in my eyes, but a pathetic excuse for a wrestler. Tears never fit me, so they didn't this time either. Anger was all that entered my physche.

As I walked away from the arena, I saw the blue song bird again, but this time it wasn't making any noise. It looked as if it was sleeping quite soundly. It was quiet and lifeless, mainly because life had left it. This sort of pain is what the bird might've been trying to warn me about. The bird lay there, wings open and eyes closed. I kinda felt sorry for it, death came so sudden. Sort of like my newfound truth about Frankie Stallion. I had a new view upon the wrestling world, and the only word that came to my mind was: fake. I laid the replica belt beside the bird and wished it good luck in the afterlife.

That was the day that everything changed. At the age of seven, I knew what I wanted to do. I knew that it was time for a new beginning, although I had obviously had a very short first one. The wrestling world needed a wake up call, and that's what I was going to do. The wake up call to the wrestling world. The problems suddenly came to mind, and how they could all be fixed. So somehow, I was going to fix them. I would make my way into the wrestling world, and I finally understood what was the songbird was doing. The death of the soundly song bird symbolized the death of my old life, and the beginning of my new one.