The Silver bullet special is right on time!

[wulferikson]

It is early on a dreary friday morning in Horley as Wulf Erikson leaves the Gatwick airport terminal - he grins ironically as it really begins to bucket down and he calmly pops his umbrella and slings his bag over his shoulder.

[Wulf Erikson]: "These red-eye flights..I tell you, they're going to end up being the death of me. But I wouldn't trade the opportunities that they lead to for the world.."

Wulf begins to approach the parking lot with his umbrella hardly protecting him from a downpour that seems to attack the young Aussie from side-on.

[Wulf Erikson]: "This weather..man..it makes you question how the UK guys do it! Always cold, always bitter, it just never stops being miserable. But hey, I appreciate your ingenuity because you seem able to get up and get out of bed and put on some of the best professional wrestling clinics for the fans that the world has ever seen. And as you may have guessed by now - that's why Wulf Erikson is here. It sure as hell ain't for this.."

Wulf starts to run as a shank of bright blue lightning penetrates the sky and it really starts to bucket down as the resounding, booming thunder briefly follows suit.

[Wulf Erikson - as he gets to the gate into the parking lot] "Man that was close by!  Hey, I'm so glad I've already hired a car while I'm here instead of relying on dodgy British taxi drivers and 'da tube' of all things!"

Wulf reaches in his bag for the key, approaching a late model black European hatchback of a brand that Wulf can't even pronounce..

[Wulf Erikson - as he dumps his soggy bag and his sodden umbrella on the back sead] "Whew, now this is swanky!  I hope there isn't some dodgy British hotel with dodgy British staff awaiting me..I just couldn't deal with that right now.."

Wulf gets in and starts the car, grinning as he finds the purr of the vehicle to his satisfaction.

[Wulf Erikson]: "Jetlag is a bitch..right now, I need to find this hellhole, check in and just like sleep for a bazillion hours..so I'm gonna be signing off now, folks..take care, and remember, you can come and see me at the upcoming dates I have organised in the UK, and also hit me up @thewulferikson on Twitter anytime - I follow back unless you're dumb.  And also, you could be awesome and like send me cookies and money and stuff..because poor indy wrestlers need stuff.."

Wulf points to a mailing address at the bottom of the screen and gives a pleading grin as the camera fades out.

[wulferikson]

Wulf Erikson's Travelling video journal Part II: Radisson Blu hotel

Wulf Erikson finishes the dreary, miserable procession from the airport down to his lodgings at the Radisson Blu fairly uneventfully. Well, as uneventfully as you can make it in this crazy part of the world.  The weather had suddenly cleared up quite considerably, although Wulf was still soaked through from the downpour earlier.  Wulf parks the car in the allocated parking arena and he pulls out his camera as he looks around approvingly at the impressive structure..he can't help himself, he takes a picture.


 

[Wulf Erikson]: "Just look at this place! I'm stoked with it guys, really.  You have done a bang up job with this arrangement. Just wow. They say that it's not what you know rather it's who you know, but I call bullshit on that!  I say it's not who you know, it's how you know 'em.."

Wulf checks in at the hotel reception desk and grabs his access pass for his room.

His jaw drops as he passes through the exercise area..

[Wulf Erikson]: "Get the hell outta here.."



[Wulf Erikson - whistling in an 'I'm impressed!' manner]: "I'm glad I'm not paying for this..and I bet that the UKWF is as well.  It's amazing what happens when a certain agency is so invested in you that they pay through their proverbial buttholes just to see what you can do in a place that isn't traditionally your comfort zone..this is it..I'm currently enjoying the perks of these opportunities as we speak. God damn..am I enjoying these benefits.."

Wulf continues to whistle happily as he climbs a small set of stairs and he is at his suite. That impressed whistle becomes even more impressed...and high pitched.



[Wulf Erikson]: "Yo! I'm staying...here!  I'm actually staying in this suite when I am working in the UK, guys! Yeah..you jelly..that's why you should be making your way into the offices of that talent agency and impressing them..then before you know it, you'll be right here with me making the most of your fresh as a daisy UKWF contract. The future is bright for me..but right now..it's time to pass out, then it's time to live it up.."

Wulf collapses on the luxurious bed with his gear bag and a contented smile crosses his face.

[Wulf Erikson]: "I'll see ya when you get here, folks. And for my United Kingdom fans - you better drag your asses down to UKWF and watch me go toe to toe with the UKWF talent, there is a good chance you will meet me in person! I'll sign stuff! And be sure to chat with me on the Twitter @thewulferikson! Remember, don't be dumb - I'll probably follow ya back! And be super awesome and send me cookies and money and hugs and money and stuff..because Wulf Erikson needs cookies and hugs and money and money and stuff.."

Wulf winks and gives the camera a peace sign as it fades out..