Scrappy's Private Encounter (Part 1)
A fan sent me this...
The details of just HOW this incredible encounter happened are lost in the mists of Time, as my encounter with Scrappy, the underground wrestling sensation, was maybe a decade ago...
But I do remember that he was driving near enough to Dayton Ohio to be willing to drop by the luxurious house in which I was staying while working there.
I was frankly skeptical that our rendezvous would even happen- I mean, what are the chances that a stunning and quite famous (in certain circles) young athlete and wrestling champion would agree to meeting a middle-aged fan, even one as respectful and admiring as I was - and AM??!
But in our phone chat, he was charming and I was on my very BEST behavior, reassuring him that he could trust me, that I was kind and gentle and would honor his limits - and that all I really hoped for was to spend an hour or so in his company. Just gazing into his eyes, seeing his smile and hearing his voice would've sufficed.
But much to my amazement, he DID arrive - pulled up in a non-descript compact car around noon as I recall, on a bright sunny day- my one day off that week. I was prepared to make him an extremely healthy lunch...but as he climbed out of the car in t-shirt and jeans that " left nothing to the imagination", he was finishing up a power bar. I think I gasped as he stretched, arching his back, flexing his biceps - his abs rippled under his shirt- and then touched his toes and did a spiral twist to release his lower back. He must have known I was watching him from the picture window.
As he strode toward the door of my ultra-modern dwelling, my mind created a slow-motion movie of his approach, because I didn't want to miss anything about how an athlete of his calibre of strength and fitness presented himself. His perfect proportions and taught muscularity were on display, even fully-clothed.
I opened the door just as his hand reached the knob- I wanted to see the look on his face...surprise or not...when he saw me : in my 60's, 5'10, 177 lbs, wavy silver hair and blue eyes, in jeans and a denim workshirt, freshly washed and pressed. If he was disappointed, he was too kind to show it. I know I lit up - I felt the flush of heartpounding excitement as we shook hands...as firmly as I could, without challenging him to an arm-wrestling match. I never wanted to let go.
His smile dazzled me. His eyes shone with vitality and intelligence. His voice was warm and rich, silky - and his manner was polite yet informal. I offered him a seat in the elegant living room and - some water? He was thirsty, so I retrieved the cold beverage while suggesting that if he was hungry, I had lunch at the ready. He demurred, since he was on a timetable - I don't recall his destination, but he wanted to check in there by dinner time. I secretly wished I could tempt him with dinner at a nice local restaurant, but I didn't want to seem pushy or aggressive in any way.
We made small talk for several minutes, and I enjoyed watching him relax in the comfy armchair. He commented on the architecture of the house - which was very impressive- and the elegant furnishings...wood paneling, leather chairs, chandeliers, modern paintings and sculpture. I thought " He belongs in rooms like this", his refinements were remarkable, so well-spoken and effortlessly charming. And I drank in the way his body moved, posed, flowed, even casually seated in the living room.
Did the clock chime? Somehow, we both acknowledged that he was on a schedule and couldn't stay too long. Our introduction was so relaxed though, not rushed at all - he was incredibly gracious. I hoped he didn't feel like he was talking to his high school principal! I'm a theater artist, singer-actor and director, and that seemed to genuinely interest him. He certainly could have an acting career - his work in the ring and on the mat had convinced me of that. How I wished I had a professional collaboration to offer him, so we could work together and get better acquainted in the process. But my respect for him was too great to fabricate such a situation. And he couldn't stay too long...
There was a gentle lull in the conversation, and we were looking into each other's eyes, unflinchingly, for longer and longer moments as we talked, his smile lingered...my heart was pounding and I was trying to seem relaxed. Even now, as I recall it, my pulse quickens. He rose from the chair, not abruptly, but with decisiveness, and tugged on his skin-tight jeans and t-shirt to be sure there were no wrinkles? I think it was to tantalize me with his triceps, his pecs, his glutes...his clothes seemed "sprayed on", especially as he stretched again. He looked at me as if to ask, "where's the bedroom?", a sweet, sly glance, and I found myself massaging his traps - without asking permission. Incredibly, he didn't flinch, but leaned into my hands and sighed. I am a trained Reiki master/masseur, so I was thinking that this was a gesture of welcome, of kindness, even affection, and apparently he got that message since he smiled, released his neck, bowed his head, and I rubbed his delts, triceps...until he turned, smiling, and suggested that I show him the bedroom, where we could continue.
Should I continue??