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Shootcamp WrestlingSCW FrontlineJuly 26, 2010Earlier TodayThe lights flicker on and the footsteps reverberate back off the paintless, concrete walls. If it wasn’t for Percy Irving Marcus-Prime’s garish purple outfit the room would be completely devoid of colour. Percy Irving Marcus-Prime: “Well…it’s…it’s.” He stands next to Ambrose Walton and Adrian Jones, who are also struggling to find the right adjective. Percy Irving Marcus-Prime: “It’s a bit of a [bleep]hole.” The floor is the same hard, cold concrete as the walls. The ring in the centre of the room looks like it’ll serve it’s purpose well enough but it isn’t the most hospitable of venues. Ambrose Walton: “It’s all we could afford.” Adrian Jones: “How could the SWA not float some money down to help us out? SCI is going to South Africa!” Folded steel chairs are positioned all around the ring. The officials fight through them to an open clearing leading to a set of double doors, which is in place of any discernable rampway. Ambrose Walton: “SCI aren’t facing legal problems. Until then I don’t want to pressure the SWA Committee anymore. They’ve already removed us from booking privileges temporarily.” Adrian Jones: “Who’s booking the next show?” Percy Irving Marcus-Prime: “You don’t want to know.” The three push through to what could loosely be described as ‘backstage’. A row of lockers run down the wall, covered with graffiti and stickers, the remnants of the venues previous existence as an old school sports hall. Adrian opens one of them, the inside of the door covered in pictures of a young Emilio Estevez. Percy Irving Marcus-Prime: “Exactly how long has it been since this building was used?” Walton shrugs and ducks his head into one of the changing-rooms which run opposite the lockers. Ambrose Walton: “I don’t know how they’re going to take changing in these rooms. They’re filthy. Only the one on the end seems big enough. We might have to end up setting up a mobile building outside for extra space.” Adrian Jones: “How about offices?” Ambrose Walton: “They’re downstairs. If you can call them offices.” Adrian Jones: “It’s not the Wells Fargo.” Ambrose Walton: “It’s not, but it’ll have to make do. With tonight’s booker, who knows what’ll it look like come the end of the show…”
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