So. After the event, my friend's friend's brother, who is a major Smark, found out where the wrestlers were staying, and how to get in touch with them. So we went over to the Sheridan behind Metrotech (an area in Brooklyn) and we waited.
Man, I am sorry: I'm fucking saying it. 90% of the wrestlers were fucking assholes. Stardust wouldn't even wave to us, and almost no one actually said hi or even acknowledged the dozens of fans there. The exceptions were Byron Saxton (who is huge as fuck) and Alicia Fox.
The one person I completely give credit to for ignoring us is Taker. Taker was legitimtaely hurt. He was visibly limping and looked like death warmed over. He was not in good shape. I can confirm that he was legit injured in the match with Brock, which makes me wonder if they had plans for a "round three" that was scrapped due to Taker's health.
OH AND FUCKING SCOTT HALL. Razor mother fucking Ramon gave me a fist bump. And we saw them going into a bar (yep Hall is off the wagon lol). X-Pac was right there, too, and he looked...ridiculously unhealthy. Truly.
So, we went into the bar, and guess who was there?
Guess. Who. Was. Fucking. There?
RIC GOD DAMN FLAIR WITH PAT PATTERSON.
Proof? Right the fuck here, son:
I offered to buy him a drink, but he demurred. We later spoke with him for a little bit, but he wasn't really friendly. I'd love to have a natch story, but the most I got out of him was a pat on the back, and a few farewells from me.
You know who was hella cool, though? Mo. Mo was amazing. My friend bought him drinks, and he was banging this old broad all night afterwards. lol. Mo was legitimately great.
I also saw a couple of other guys. Noble was choking this old chick chick and fingering her mouth on a table (I kid you not) and Big E walked past us with his huge man titties. Sheamus was drinking at the bar, but wouldn't say hi to anyone.
HOnestly, the only nice folks? Were the NXT ones.
Then my dreams almost, ALMOST, ALMOST came true. I saw Paige leaving the hotel to go to a club or a bar or something. She didn't stop for pictures for me! But she flashed me a thumb's up in her car, and I felt that was kinda legit, even if my goal in life was to bang Paige, Becky, or Charlotte. That was my intention coming out afterwards: I was going to try my damndest, to get in one of their pants. Sadly, Becky was nowhere to be found, but I have a feeling she'd have been friendlier, and have totally at least done some shots with us.
Afterwards, I met some weird chicks at another bar with my friend and a friend from my grad school, and we stayed out till 5 am raising hell. Good times. A computer did not take our jobs, daddy.
