How Lowri ended up in FGA (part 1)
Mar 1, 2017 13:00:32 GMT -5
Post by David on Mar 1, 2017 13:00:32 GMT -5
On Friday 9th September 2016, five days after making her pro debut at a show in London staged by the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation, Lowri Moss is seen inside Tesco Extra, in the Gabalfa district of her adopted hometown of Cardiff. Together with one of her housemates, Adam Williams, Lowri is stood in the supermarket's [alcoholic] drinks aisle, looking at crates of beer.
Adam: ‘I don’t know whether to get Foster’s or Carlsberg.’
Lowri: ‘Which would you prefer?’
Adam: ‘Well, Stella would be my choice, but not everyone that’s going to be there tomorrow likes it as much as I do.’
Adam looks to Lowri for help.
Adam: ‘Have you got any preference?’
She responds with a shrug.
Lowri: ‘I don’t know. Whatever’s going to get me drunk the quickest, I guess.’
Adam: ‘Out of the two, that would be Carlsberg.’
As Adam continues to ponder which beer he should purchase, another shopper can be seen making his way along the aisle: pushing a shopping trolley, and heading in Lowri and Adam’s direction, is former British wrestler - and resident of Cardiff - Simon Jones. Simon recognises Lowri from having watched her debut match, and he slows his pace, coming to a stop a few yards from where Lowri and Adam are stood, but out of their line of sight.
Simon: ‘Excuse me?’
Lowri and Adam both turn to look at Simon. Having been a wrestling fan since a young age, Lowri instantly knows who it is that is addressing them, and is too awestruck to say anything; Adam, on the other hand, has no idea who Simon is.
Adam: ‘Yes?’
Simon ignores Adam, and looks to Lowri.
Simon: ‘Is your name Lowri Moss?’
Still somewhat stunned, it takes Lowri a couple of seconds to manage a verbal response, as she nods.
Lowri: ‘Yes.’
Simon steps towards Lowri, and extends his hand.
Simon: ‘Hi. I’m S…’
Lowri interrupts Simon.
Lowri: ‘You don’t need to introduce yourself to me - I’m well aware of who you are.’
She then shakes his hand.
Lowri: ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you.’
Simon: ‘Likewise.’
Lowri smiles nervously; Simon smiles back, trying to put her at ease. She gestures towards Adam.
Lowri: ‘This is Adam - he’s one of my housemates.’
She then looks to Adam.
Lowri: ‘This is Simon Jones - he’s an ex-wrestler, who was a multi-time world heavyweight champion during his career.’
Adam raises an eyebrow.
Adam: ‘Oh really? How many times were you a world champion?’
Simon: ‘Between two and four - it depends who you ask.’
Simon holds out his hand to Adam, who shakes it.
Simon: ‘Nice to meet you.’
Adam: ‘And you.’
Simon looks the 6’4” tall Adam up and down.
Simon: ‘You’re not a wrestler as well then, like Lowri here? You certainly look like you could be a wrestler.’
Adam: ‘No, my job is far less exciting.’
Simon gives a wry smile. A momentary lull in the conversation then follows, until Simon speaks.
Simon: ‘So, are you two stocking up for a party, or something?’
Adam: ‘Us and our other two housemates are having a few friends round tomorrow evening. It’s nothing big, though.’
Lowri: ‘Yeah, but someone can’t decide which lager to buy - he can’t choose between Carlsberg and Foster’s.’
Lowri gives Adam a playful dig in the ribs, and Simon laughs with them, before casting a glance at his partially filled shopping trolley.
Simon: ‘I’m just here because my wife has entrusted me with the responsibility of doing our Friday big shop.’
Lowri makes a quip.
Lowri: ‘That’s an important responsibility.’
Simon replies in a similar tone.
Simon: ‘It is, but I think I’m on top of it.’
Adam glances between Lowri and Simon.
Adam: ‘I think I’m going to go and have a look for food for tomorrow.’
Lowri: ‘Okay.’
While Lowri frowns slightly, Simon smiles politely.
Simon: ‘Well, it was nice meeting you, Adam.’
Adam: ‘Thanks, you too.’
Adam then wanders off, leaving Lowri to speak to Simon on her own, knowing that she will be eager to talk to him about wrestling - and no sooner has Adam disappeared from view, than Lowri asks Simon a question.
Lowri: ‘So I have to say, finding out that you know my name is a pleasant surprise, but...how is it that you know who I am?’
Simon: ‘I saw the match that you were involved in last weekend, that’s how; well done on your win, by the way.’
Lowri: ‘Thank you.’
Lowri smiles appreciatively.
Lowri: ‘Were you there at the show?’
There is a shake of the head from Simon.
Simon: ‘No, I watched the show online.’
Lowri: ‘Do you watch all of the UKWF’s shows?’
Simon: ‘I try to, if I can find the time - a friend of mine made a guest appearance on one of their first shows, back in April, and so I’ve maintained an interest in them since then. I...errr...’
Simon pauses briefly, before continuing.
Simon: ‘I like to keep an eye out for young, upcoming British wrestlers. And having lived here in Cardiff for a number of years now, I have a particular soft spot for promising Welsh wrestlers, such as you and your tag team partner.’
He then rubs his chin.
Simon: ‘Are the two of you going to be a permanent team?’
An uncertain Lowri shrugs.
Lowri: ‘I’m not entirely sure, but I guess so. I mean, we won last Sunday, and we’re going to be teaming again in another match next weekend, so yeah, it looks like it.’
She smiles sheepishly.
Lowri: ‘May I ask what you thought of the match last Sunday?’
Simon takes a moment to consider his answer, before he replies.
Simon: ‘Bearing in mind that it was your first match as a team, as well as being your first match ever, I would say that it went about as well as it possibly could have. There’s obviously still plenty of things for you to work on, and improve upon, but it was a positive start.’
Lowri nods her head in agreement.
Lowri: ‘I hadn’t anticipated being put in a tag team, but I’m just glad to have been given an opportunity to prove myself, whatever the circumstances.’
Simon: ‘Did you already know Neal before you joined the UKWF?’
“Neal” is Neal Durden, Lowri’s then tag team partner.
Lowri: ‘No, the first time that we came into contact with one another was less than three weeks ago.’
Simon: ‘Really? I wouldn’t have guessed that from seeing the way that the two of you worked together as a team - like how he threw one of your opponents up into the air with a flapjack, and then you executed a superkick to win the match; I suppose you must just have had instant chemistry.’
Lowri: ‘Yeah, I suppose so. We both want to make this team work, so hopefully there’s a lot more to come from us.’
Simon: ‘Well, you look to have the makings of a good team, so I think you could well have a successful future together.’
Simon then asks Lowri another question.
Simon: ‘Given that you only wrestled the first match of your career five days ago, would I be right to assume that you have another job, so as to be able to support yourself?’’
Lowri: ‘You are indeed correct: I have a job working in a bank on Queen Street.’
Queen Street is the main road in the centre of Cardiff.
Lowri: ‘I'm on a rolling contract, rather than being a permanent member of staff, and I look forward to the time when I’ll be able to hand in my notice. However, until I start making enough money from wrestling for me to be able to afford to give up my day job, I’m stuck working there.’
Simon: ‘I see. Do you have any ambition at all to wrestle in the US?’
Lowri nods.
Lowri: ‘Absolutely. It’s great to have the chance to wrestle in places around London, and I hope that at some point I’ll get to wrestle elsewhere in the UK as well - in particular, I would love to be part of a match on a show in South Wales…’
Simon chimes in.
Simon: ‘Of course.’
Lowri continues, her train of thought not having been broken by Simon's remark.
Lowri: ‘...but, if I’m really going to make a name for myself, then I know that the US is the place to be.’
Simon: ‘Well, as you’re probably aware, most of my own career was spent wrestling in the US, and although it’s been almost seven months since I competed in my final match, I reckon I could get you a tryout in Sin City, if you’re interested.’
Lowri: ‘Yes, I would definitely be interested in that - very much so.’
Simon: ‘Alright, great. If you give me your phone number, I’ll give you mine, and then I’ll get in touch with the powers that be over there, to see if I can pull some strings and get you a match.’
Lowri: ‘Okay, thanks.’
Lowri and Simon take out their respective mobile phones, and exchange numbers.
Simon: ‘Right, I probably ought to finish off my shopping and get home, before my wife starts to wonder where I am.’
Lowri: ‘And I should probably go and find Adam - I don’t want him to think that I’ve abandoned him.’
Simon chuckles.
Lowri: ‘I would like to ask you one more thing though.’
Simon: ‘What’s that?’
Lowri: ‘I was wondering, would it be possible for me to meet up with you at some point, to pick your brain about wrestling?’
It is now Simon’s turn to nod his head.
Simon: ‘Yeah, of course; you’ve got my number now, so give me a text to let me know when would be good for you, and we can try to arrange something in an evening, or at a weekend.’
Lowri: ‘Okay, will do.’
Simon glances at his shopping trolley, before looking back to Lowri.
Simon: ‘Alright, well, it was good to meet you, Lowri. And tell Adam that he should buy Foster’s, rather than Carlsberg.’
Simon’s advice causes Lowri to laugh.
Lowri: ‘Thanks, Simon - I will. And it was good to meet you, too.’
Lowri and Simon say their farewells to one another, and they then go their separate ways, bringing their chance encounter to an end.
Adam: ‘I don’t know whether to get Foster’s or Carlsberg.’
Lowri: ‘Which would you prefer?’
Adam: ‘Well, Stella would be my choice, but not everyone that’s going to be there tomorrow likes it as much as I do.’
Adam looks to Lowri for help.
Adam: ‘Have you got any preference?’
She responds with a shrug.
Lowri: ‘I don’t know. Whatever’s going to get me drunk the quickest, I guess.’
Adam: ‘Out of the two, that would be Carlsberg.’
As Adam continues to ponder which beer he should purchase, another shopper can be seen making his way along the aisle: pushing a shopping trolley, and heading in Lowri and Adam’s direction, is former British wrestler - and resident of Cardiff - Simon Jones. Simon recognises Lowri from having watched her debut match, and he slows his pace, coming to a stop a few yards from where Lowri and Adam are stood, but out of their line of sight.
Simon: ‘Excuse me?’
Lowri and Adam both turn to look at Simon. Having been a wrestling fan since a young age, Lowri instantly knows who it is that is addressing them, and is too awestruck to say anything; Adam, on the other hand, has no idea who Simon is.
Adam: ‘Yes?’
Simon ignores Adam, and looks to Lowri.
Simon: ‘Is your name Lowri Moss?’
Still somewhat stunned, it takes Lowri a couple of seconds to manage a verbal response, as she nods.
Lowri: ‘Yes.’
Simon steps towards Lowri, and extends his hand.
Simon: ‘Hi. I’m S…’
Lowri interrupts Simon.
Lowri: ‘You don’t need to introduce yourself to me - I’m well aware of who you are.’
She then shakes his hand.
Lowri: ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you.’
Simon: ‘Likewise.’
Lowri smiles nervously; Simon smiles back, trying to put her at ease. She gestures towards Adam.
Lowri: ‘This is Adam - he’s one of my housemates.’
She then looks to Adam.
Lowri: ‘This is Simon Jones - he’s an ex-wrestler, who was a multi-time world heavyweight champion during his career.’
Adam raises an eyebrow.
Adam: ‘Oh really? How many times were you a world champion?’
Simon: ‘Between two and four - it depends who you ask.’
Simon holds out his hand to Adam, who shakes it.
Simon: ‘Nice to meet you.’
Adam: ‘And you.’
Simon looks the 6’4” tall Adam up and down.
Simon: ‘You’re not a wrestler as well then, like Lowri here? You certainly look like you could be a wrestler.’
Adam: ‘No, my job is far less exciting.’
Simon gives a wry smile. A momentary lull in the conversation then follows, until Simon speaks.
Simon: ‘So, are you two stocking up for a party, or something?’
Adam: ‘Us and our other two housemates are having a few friends round tomorrow evening. It’s nothing big, though.’
Lowri: ‘Yeah, but someone can’t decide which lager to buy - he can’t choose between Carlsberg and Foster’s.’
Lowri gives Adam a playful dig in the ribs, and Simon laughs with them, before casting a glance at his partially filled shopping trolley.
Simon: ‘I’m just here because my wife has entrusted me with the responsibility of doing our Friday big shop.’
Lowri makes a quip.
Lowri: ‘That’s an important responsibility.’
Simon replies in a similar tone.
Simon: ‘It is, but I think I’m on top of it.’
Adam glances between Lowri and Simon.
Adam: ‘I think I’m going to go and have a look for food for tomorrow.’
Lowri: ‘Okay.’
While Lowri frowns slightly, Simon smiles politely.
Simon: ‘Well, it was nice meeting you, Adam.’
Adam: ‘Thanks, you too.’
Adam then wanders off, leaving Lowri to speak to Simon on her own, knowing that she will be eager to talk to him about wrestling - and no sooner has Adam disappeared from view, than Lowri asks Simon a question.
Lowri: ‘So I have to say, finding out that you know my name is a pleasant surprise, but...how is it that you know who I am?’
Simon: ‘I saw the match that you were involved in last weekend, that’s how; well done on your win, by the way.’
Lowri: ‘Thank you.’
Lowri smiles appreciatively.
Lowri: ‘Were you there at the show?’
There is a shake of the head from Simon.
Simon: ‘No, I watched the show online.’
Lowri: ‘Do you watch all of the UKWF’s shows?’
Simon: ‘I try to, if I can find the time - a friend of mine made a guest appearance on one of their first shows, back in April, and so I’ve maintained an interest in them since then. I...errr...’
Simon pauses briefly, before continuing.
Simon: ‘I like to keep an eye out for young, upcoming British wrestlers. And having lived here in Cardiff for a number of years now, I have a particular soft spot for promising Welsh wrestlers, such as you and your tag team partner.’
He then rubs his chin.
Simon: ‘Are the two of you going to be a permanent team?’
An uncertain Lowri shrugs.
Lowri: ‘I’m not entirely sure, but I guess so. I mean, we won last Sunday, and we’re going to be teaming again in another match next weekend, so yeah, it looks like it.’
She smiles sheepishly.
Lowri: ‘May I ask what you thought of the match last Sunday?’
Simon takes a moment to consider his answer, before he replies.
Simon: ‘Bearing in mind that it was your first match as a team, as well as being your first match ever, I would say that it went about as well as it possibly could have. There’s obviously still plenty of things for you to work on, and improve upon, but it was a positive start.’
Lowri nods her head in agreement.
Lowri: ‘I hadn’t anticipated being put in a tag team, but I’m just glad to have been given an opportunity to prove myself, whatever the circumstances.’
Simon: ‘Did you already know Neal before you joined the UKWF?’
“Neal” is Neal Durden, Lowri’s then tag team partner.
Lowri: ‘No, the first time that we came into contact with one another was less than three weeks ago.’
Simon: ‘Really? I wouldn’t have guessed that from seeing the way that the two of you worked together as a team - like how he threw one of your opponents up into the air with a flapjack, and then you executed a superkick to win the match; I suppose you must just have had instant chemistry.’
Lowri: ‘Yeah, I suppose so. We both want to make this team work, so hopefully there’s a lot more to come from us.’
Simon: ‘Well, you look to have the makings of a good team, so I think you could well have a successful future together.’
Simon then asks Lowri another question.
Simon: ‘Given that you only wrestled the first match of your career five days ago, would I be right to assume that you have another job, so as to be able to support yourself?’’
Lowri: ‘You are indeed correct: I have a job working in a bank on Queen Street.’
Queen Street is the main road in the centre of Cardiff.
Lowri: ‘I'm on a rolling contract, rather than being a permanent member of staff, and I look forward to the time when I’ll be able to hand in my notice. However, until I start making enough money from wrestling for me to be able to afford to give up my day job, I’m stuck working there.’
Simon: ‘I see. Do you have any ambition at all to wrestle in the US?’
Lowri nods.
Lowri: ‘Absolutely. It’s great to have the chance to wrestle in places around London, and I hope that at some point I’ll get to wrestle elsewhere in the UK as well - in particular, I would love to be part of a match on a show in South Wales…’
Simon chimes in.
Simon: ‘Of course.’
Lowri continues, her train of thought not having been broken by Simon's remark.
Lowri: ‘...but, if I’m really going to make a name for myself, then I know that the US is the place to be.’
Simon: ‘Well, as you’re probably aware, most of my own career was spent wrestling in the US, and although it’s been almost seven months since I competed in my final match, I reckon I could get you a tryout in Sin City, if you’re interested.’
Lowri: ‘Yes, I would definitely be interested in that - very much so.’
Simon: ‘Alright, great. If you give me your phone number, I’ll give you mine, and then I’ll get in touch with the powers that be over there, to see if I can pull some strings and get you a match.’
Lowri: ‘Okay, thanks.’
Lowri and Simon take out their respective mobile phones, and exchange numbers.
Simon: ‘Right, I probably ought to finish off my shopping and get home, before my wife starts to wonder where I am.’
Lowri: ‘And I should probably go and find Adam - I don’t want him to think that I’ve abandoned him.’
Simon chuckles.
Lowri: ‘I would like to ask you one more thing though.’
Simon: ‘What’s that?’
Lowri: ‘I was wondering, would it be possible for me to meet up with you at some point, to pick your brain about wrestling?’
It is now Simon’s turn to nod his head.
Simon: ‘Yeah, of course; you’ve got my number now, so give me a text to let me know when would be good for you, and we can try to arrange something in an evening, or at a weekend.’
Lowri: ‘Okay, will do.’
Simon glances at his shopping trolley, before looking back to Lowri.
Simon: ‘Alright, well, it was good to meet you, Lowri. And tell Adam that he should buy Foster’s, rather than Carlsberg.’
Simon’s advice causes Lowri to laugh.
Lowri: ‘Thanks, Simon - I will. And it was good to meet you, too.’
Lowri and Simon say their farewells to one another, and they then go their separate ways, bringing their chance encounter to an end.
