Ok, I am hot, sticky and cannot stand the heat… I know I already blogged about this. I just wanted to be clear on the fact that I DON’T LIKE HEAT! -.-
Moving on.
Inspiration has me rather puzzled, just for the pure heck of it, I went back to what started my writing craze. Believe it or not, my writing started with fan fiction of WWE wrestlers… yes, you read right. Men in tight spandex, oiled bodies and bruised from random chair shots inspired me to write!
It started in high school when I found myself drawn to a particular character, Kane. A tall man, who wore a strange red and black outfit and a mask to match, he was my first muse. I began to create stories about him, and wrote myself into them. I was a teenager looking for some sort of meaning, and found myself oddly relating to Kane since he was a misunderstood person. (When really, he just liked to hurt people. I try to look at the other side of things)
It was him and then more of the WWE’s odd characters that began to spring forth my imagination. My stories grew stranger and more bizarre. I still write them to this day. I took the entire concept of Harry Potter and turned it in a Wrestler’s version of the infamous tale of the boy wizard. You just add a lot more swearing, fighting and a game they invented called Nargal (aka a bra and panties are raid after they learn to teleport)
It was the start of an interesting creative process, and it certainly wasn’t the last. I tested some of my vampire concept in fan fiction and found them well received. In fact, I took a few of my vampires and had them in Hunter Potter after once more, I wrote myself in and was given the power to bring whoever I wrote to life until the book closed. Believe it or not, I got a little ballsy.
I would attend autograph sessions and see what would happen if I were to give the wrestler a story. Would it make it back stage? Would they even bother to read it? I didn’t hold out much hope on the idea, and my first guine pig was none other than a young wrestler by the name of Randy Orton. I had ‘heard’ things about him and that he was rude to fans. Just make note people, don’t ever judge someone by what another person says. Sometimes that person is just bitter, or upset with how their encounter went.
Ok? Ok.
Back to the story.
I gave him my first Hunter Potter story, completed with a photo shopped picture of the ‘star’ Hunter Potter (who was Triple H, bing or goggle him if you want to see what he looks like) Orton looked to the picture and laughed and announced “Oh man, I’ll be sure Hunter reads this!”
I took that comment with a grain of salt, then again. There was a chance. I didn’t put my name on it. Well a few days later, I was chatting with a friend of mine from Winnipeg, she told me about some friends of hers who made it back stage at the WWE. One of her friends was asked to join the WWE, but he refused (partly because he was seven feet, six inches tall)
Anyway, the story goes that Vince McMahon, Shane McMahon, Kane and the Undertaker were trying to convince him to sign on, yet when he polity refused, they understood.
Triple H then walked in.
According to my friend’s friend, he was confused as Shane asked him what was wrong, the first sentence out of his mouth was “What the hell is everyone calling me Hunter Potter?”
At first, I didn’t believe it. But then again, I was so excited to hear that be told to me! I did have my doubts, but it certainly gave my writing ego a boost.
So a few months later, I decided to see for myself.
I went to Toronto for the Blade Trinity premire. Triple H had a part in it so he was going to be there in person. I was at the front of the crowd, clear as day. When Vince McMahon, his wife Linda McMahon, Stephanie and Triple H began to pose for media shots. They went to each side, first the right and worked their way to the left. When it came to me (I was on the left) I opened to the cover of the next Hunter Potter tale. Hunter Potter and the Elimination chamber of secrets.
I could see Triple H squit his eyes to see, next thing I know. He was laughing and rolling his eyes at me. Stephanie McMahon went over laughing aloud as Vince and Linda chuckled. Stephanie came running in her high heels, she was signing random autographs, when she slowly made her way over to me. I opened to the cover once again as she looked to me with a smile and back at the cover. I said “It’s yours” she smiled, thanked me and walked off with it!
I must admit, I am even shocked they liked the story! I could tell you every wrestler who has taken a Hunter Potter story.
Hunter Potter and the Prisoner of Madison Square- John Cena.
Half of the Gauntlet of fire went to Shane McMahon (who was rather pleased to be getting a story)
The full version went o John Cena at a personal meet and greet.
The Order of the ministry went to John Morrison and Melina. (Morrison was cute he looked at the picture and smiled until he flipped through the pages and realized aloud ‘Oh! It’s a story!’ when my back turned he leaned into Melina and announced ‘I have to read this now’)
The second last one The half bloodied Prince went to Chris Jericho just as he was about to return to the WWE. He was sweet to say “Since you read my story, I’ll be sure to read yours” he was signing his autobiography A Lion’s Tale at Chapters. I remember telling him “I hope so, some of the best lines come from you!” He was Ron Wesley in the story.
And last but not least, the final story went to Jeff Hardy. I felt bad since he was a last minute replacement for Batista. His plane came through a snowstorm and he was dead tired. All the women were claiming that Jeff wasn’t smiling to the kids or anything. It made them rather upset since we were waiting over six hours for autographs.
So when it came to my turn, I went up and gave him the final story. Suddenly a glimmer came over Jeff. A half smile and then a full smile, then he burst into fits of chuckles! Yes, I made him laugh just by the image alone I put on the cover of the story!
Since then, I grew rather perplexed as to what to give the superstars next. I met Ted DiBiase Jr. Recently; he got a small anthology of stories to make him laugh. I am certain there are some in there that would give him a chuckle (imagine of Kane and Rey Mysterio switched bodies. Kane’s in a little man’s body while Rey is a giant. Chaos ensues!)
Well, I have gone back to my roots recently in fan fiction. Just to take a break from my vampires. Who knows, what else will come out of me!
Until next time.
Stay thirsty.
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