My last post where I was coldly talking about my foster families got me thinking that I should try to have more of a relationship with Doug the Disco Biscuit. Since he saved my life.
I gave him a call to thank him. I’m not sure who it was more awkward for. We struggled through maybe fifteen minutes of small talk and that was it. A few hours later he called back and said that he had work for me if I could get to Tallahassee. The only caveat being that I wouldn’t thank him. Haha, kidding not kidding.
I wasn’t calling him to get work. I don’t know if he thought I was or if he just did it anyway. I don’t know what to think about it, but somehow it hurt my feelings. Just a little. I was still glad he did it.
In Tallahassee, I met Doug’s buddy Kim Valant. I thought he said Valiant, and since he said he was a 3rd generation promoter, I asked if he was related to Jimmy Valiant. He is not. He ranted for a while about that. It’s a thing for him. I told him that I was very sorry I didn’t know more about wrestling from 20 years before I was born. He looked at me for a minute and then laughed his ass off. It wasn’t that funny.
He actually said “I like you kid, you got moxie” which is not something you hear outside of a movie. Sometimes it seems like he’s doing a character. I think that’s just him. He owns a wrestling school and a couple small businesses around town. He said that he owned a co-op which makes no sense, isn’t the idea that no one owns a co-op? Or that everyone does?
I assumed he was going to get me some matches but even though he says he’s a promoter, he’s not running shows. He offered for me to teach at his school. I told him I barely know what I’m doing and even if I did, I have terrible people skills. He didn’t seem concerned. He told me to collect checks, run them through conditioning, and then show them how to take bumps. 99% of people quit after that. Anyone who doesn’t, his nephew will train.
I agreed. What choice did I have?
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