(S6) - Weekend PT 2 - Locker Room

[nunccoepi]

So, I find out that I've been picked up by the Tijuana Luchadores Thursday afternoon and I'm asked how quickly I can get down there--we have a game in three hours. I knew I wouldn't be on the roster yet, but newb that I am and wanting to make a good first impression (and without much to hold me back at home) I agreed to hop on the first flight out of Detroit. I actually landed in San Diego (which was a total surprise since I was expecting some kind of tropical rainforest or something), and Jaskins811 drove me to the facility just in time for the game. It was an eye-opening experience for me to say the least, but I'm afraid the worst was yet to come. As we headed towards the locker room after our disappointing loss to the Marshals I made like a Mexican bullet for the bathroom (not sure if it was the nervous shits or a parasite I had picked up when we stopped for fast food), but next thing you know, I come out of the bathroom to find--no one...I must have spent hours roaming throughout the facility, fumbling through my hola como estases, looking for my teammates, but it wasn't until I heard the boos of the crowd and I made my way back underneath the lights that I realized this was not, in fact, some elaborate rookie prank--our game had to be re-simmed and no one had thought to come and get me. I suppose there have been worse first impressions...but I've yet to hear them. #VamosLucha

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