300 Words Creative for 01/28/18

I stood there almost frozen, the only movement coming from the trembling energy coursing through my veins. My hands were cold and slightly clammy, like when you go running in the cool winter's air. I could see the clock counting down, marking when I was suppose to go through the curtain and into my destiny. Two minutes and forty nine seconds is what it read. Two minutes until I took the steps into my dreams. Two minutes until I realized my childhood dream of debuting in the WWE. And not just any regular debut mind you. I was about to make my debut in one of the most time honored events in all of professional wrestling, the Royal Rumble match.
Now if you don't know what the Royal Rumble match is I'll certainly be glad to tell you. The Royal Rumble match is where thirty superstars enter one after the other at ninety second intervals. In order to be eliminated from the match you have to be thrown over the top rope and both of your feet have to hit the floor. The last superstar standing goes on to challenge the world champion of their choice at the biggest professional wrestling pay per view in the world, WrestleMania.
What made this impending debut even sweeter was the fact that not only was I finally in the company I grew up wanting to work with, but I was told by the big boss himself, Vince McMahon, that I was going to be winning this year's Royal Rumble match. In his words, they want to capitalize off of the grand hype that's been buzzing online since the news of my signing and he couldn't think of a better way than to have me go over in one of the biggest matches of the year.
My heart beating in my throat, I glanced back up to the clock. Seventeen second seconds. Oh my God, seventeen seconds until everything inside of my head is a reality. The clock seemed to slowly trickle the last moments of my fate. Ten, nine, eight, seven. My family and closest friends were out in the front row, and they have no idea that I'm set to win this huge match. Six, five four. This is it, everything I've been dreaming and working my entire life for is culminating right here, right now. Three, two, one. There buzzer rings loud and proud. My well know theme music my band and I recorded, the one I've used these past three years while making a name for myself, hits the stadiums loudspeakers. The crowd absolutely explodes now that they realize I am coming out at entrant number thirty. I give my cheeks a few slaps to sober me into this reality. Alright Xavier, it's time to go make history.