Chris and Jack pondered for a moment where to go, but then mutually decided to try and get good seats, since it was all general admission. They were pleasantly surprised to get in the front row, and with their backs to the sun. These were prime seats.
Jack and Chris made small talk for awhile, dishing up gossip and dirt about people that they worked with, and clients that they hated. Chris was happy to actually have met Jack, because he certainly wouldn't have even thought of talking to him otherwise. Jack kept to himself during the workday, never really interacting.
After awhile, the seats around them began to fill up with fans, many of whom were female, and rather scantily clad. "Wow," Chris said to Jack, "I can't remember the last time I saw this many chicks at a wrestling show, let alone some indy fed."
Jack smiled, "Yeah, and most of them are cute too! Most of the time they're fat or dykes, or both!" The audience turned out to be about 60% male and 40% female, but most of the females were quite attractive. Chris began to notice that of the fans wearing wrestling shirts and carrying signs, they were one of three types.
What appeared to be the favorite of the men was one of a muscular large guy, with the words "Leader of the Pack" underneath his snarling visage.
For the girls, it was a babydoll shirt, with a redheaded bombshell of a woman on the front, and the words "You say bitch like it's a bad thing!" on the back.
The third was one that simply had a wolf's head logo, and red "H.E.A.T."
"You know anything about the factions and whatnot in this fed?" Chris asked Jack.
Jack shook his head, "Not much...I can tell you that the leader of the pack is this guy umm...i think his name's Gary Wolf, or something like that. He's their men's champ. I don't know the chick or the HEAT shirt though. I'd be willing to bet that the chick is the Women's champion. They've got a surprisingly good female division; I saw a couple of the matches online. The only thing is uhh..." he lowers his voice, "It kinda seemed like they'd rather be fucking than fighting. The chicks do a lot of really...err...unique moves that involve the other girl's crotch getting rubbed. I mean, it might be a coincidence, but it's kinda weird. The only one I really know in the division is a chick that calls herself 'La Pantera'...she's HOT!"
You are pleasantly surprised when the seats next to you are filled by a group of REALLY hot chicks, all wearing H.E.A.T. shirts. The one nearest you has long black hair, and green eyes, full lips, and multiply pierced ears. She's wearing the babydoll shirt, and a leather miniskirt, with combat boots and fishnet stockings. "Hi," she says, looking you and Jack up and down, "First show, huh?"
"Yeah," you reply.
"Me and my girls go anywhere the fed does a show. We've been following it a LONG time," she says, emphasizing the "long".
"So, are you gonna clue me in on what's going on..like who I should root for, and who's the heel and such?" you ask, trying to make friends with your neighbor for the evening.
She smiles at you, "No problem...though you'll probably figure out who your favorites are on your own."
"So, what does H.E.A.T. stand for?" you ask.
"Horror-Erotic Athletic Team," she replies, a sparkle in her eye.
"Did you just say 'horror-erotic'?" you ask, sure you've misheard.
"Yep," she replies again with a smile.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you ask, now thoroughly confused.
"You'll just have to see it to believe it," she says, smirking, "I know I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."
"Uhh...alright," you say, wondering exactly what the HELL you're in for tonight.