Chad Jacobs was a generally average 21 year old man. He held a regular 9-5 office job, which he was fairly happy at. He stood roughly 5'10", and weighed 170 lbs. He had an active social life, having a fairly large group of both men and women that he called friends.
Chad had many passions in life, from video games to actual sporting events, and this also was not odd. However, he had a true love of pro wrestling, which he kept rather secret, as many of his friends of both genders tended to mock him for it.
It was something that truly set him apart from most of his group; every Monday night, he would avoid going out, simply to stay home and watch the WWE's Raw program, to stay abreast of the storylines.
He'd spend much of his spare time at home scouring the internet for rumours about the wrestlers and the behind the scenes goings on, eager to learn more about the world he'd come to treasure for years. He'd always hoped to get a job with them, though he knew that wasn't really in the cards, as he was neither large enough, or generally athletic enough to perform at the level of a professional wrestler. Still, he'd prayed that somehow he might get involved, even on the independent scene in some capacity, and one day make it to the big time.
About four PM one Friday afternoon, as many of the office coworkers were preparing to leave, a lanky intern approached him.
"Hey, Chad?" he said. The young man was around six feet tall, but couldn't have weighed more than 120 lbs. He wore thick glasses, and what appeared to be a retainer, further cementing the "nerd" image.
"Yeah, what do you want,...uh...John, is it?" Chad asked, slightly embarrassed to not know the kid's name. It wasn't Chad's fault, really; the summertime always led to a string of kids doing unpaid internships or practically unpaid ones. It was hard for him to keep track.
"Jack, actually," the intern corrected. "I heard you were into wrestling and I wanted to ask you-"
"Listen, kid," snapped Chad, interrupting the startled intern, "No! I don't fucking think it's real! Yes, I love wrestling, and YES, people give me shit about it! But don't fucking think for ONE second I'm going to let YOU do it!"
"Actually...I..." stammered Jack, "I wanted to let you know about this independent fed that's...having this show tonight...and I just thought you might wanna...go."
Chris immediately felt like shit. "Geez, man, I'm sorry. I 'm used to people fucking with me about it. Which fed is it?"
Jack handed him a flyer, featuring a howling wolf's head with the letters "LWF" superimposed over it, with the slogan "The New Breed of Professional Wrestling".
Chris shook his head, "Nope, can't say I've ever heard of these guys."
"Neither had I," replied Jack, "But there's a lot of buzz going around about this fed. They're supposed to be unbelievable live. They're gonna be out at the fairgrounds tonight, with free admission, no less. You think you wanna go?"
Chris thought for a moment, and then decided he would. "Sure Jack, I guess I'll meet you up there." Chris realized it would be nice to actually be around someone who appreciated wrestling as much as he did.
"Don't forget, gates open at 7pm," Jack said, walking off.
Chris picked up his phone, calling a friend to cancel his normal pool game that night, making up an excuse about not feeling well. "I hope this is worth it," Chris muttered to himself.
"So, what's up?" Chris asked.