It was April, 2009. I was excited. It had been two years ~ almost to the day ~ since I had last seen Colt Cabana, and I had my Fuji Film disposables ready. He had just come back from a tour of WWE's Mental System, and he was about to face one of my childhood favorites, Jerry Lynn.
Now before I left the house, I read my horoscope from Yahoo!. It read something akin to this:
"Don't make waves today, Scorpio. Tow the line and keep your head low."
So off I went to ROH. I was determined to get more than a few good shots, so I pleased and thank you'd my way through the crowd.
Right near the ramp were four guys, three of them really tall. The whole show long, they had no problems with me getting my entrance shots. "Let the little lady through, she wants her pic of Kevin Steen." they didn't really care.
... Until Colt's music hit.
The crowd was deafening and there were streamers everywhere. I tried to make it through the crowd, but was being hurled back by the large men in front, who were now reduced to screaming girls. "COLT CABANAAAAAAAAA!!!!" "OMG OMG COLT!!" Picture a sea of Brodus Clay, suddenly screaming and jumping up and down like girls at a boy band concert.
It didn't look like I would get a good enough shot. And I remembered my horoscope.
"Don't make waves. Tow the line."
And that's when it hit me.
Colt Cabana is in the ring.
Colt makes a statement. He does what he feels should be done. He's not ordinary. Colt never tows the line.
... So why should I?
With all the gusto of a Mentos chomper, I did something that I'm not 100% proud of. Something I never did before and have never done since, and I usually advice people against it.
I walked over to the two men that hurled me backwards, took a chair, popped it open, climbed up onto one guy's shoulders, climbed to a second guy's shoulder, and took out my camera.
Now guy number two is moving back and forth, trying to get me off of him. He's threatening to hurl me back a second time. The first guy is amazed at my balance, and the third guy is yelling that a wrestling arena is no place for a "Little Lady".
"HOLD STILL DAMMIT! I want to get a good shot of Colt!"
Colt spots me in the crowd and waves.
That's when the fourth man SLAPS the second. "You stop that this instant!! The Little Lady knows COLT!! You stop that right now and let her take her damn picture. You let her take the picture!! Colt is watching US!!"
I'll tell you what. If I had listened to that horoscope, I never would have gotten such a great photo.
Colt's always reminded me to do my best. And he's always been a great model too!