Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 17:33:17 GMT -5
Location
EHWF Main operating building
Time
7.26am
A black Skoda Citigo pulls up abruptly in the parking lot that compliments the main operating building of EHWF. The left hand door opens and a man in a plain black suit, accompanied with a black tie, white shirt and a confident smile, steps out. Short black hair sits on top of the head of an obviously important individual.
"Exuse me." Says the stranger, pointing towards an elderly security officer. "Is this the main office building, I've got a meeting here at seven thirty."
"Yes, sir." replies the humble man guarding the car park. "This is the place, do you have a pass?"
"No."
"Well." says the frail security guard stubbornly. "I cant let you in then, sorry."
"If i'm not in that building by half past.." Continues the unknown chap. "You can explain why."
"I'm too old for this." weeps the withering old professional whilst pointing to the side door. "You can go through but if I was younger son, i'd have something to say."
The suited and booted character smirks and does his best to hold back a chuckle before walking swiftly towards the side door mentioned. Upon opening the door and entering the building, he is greeted by a second security guard.
"Do you have a pass, sir." asks the guard firmly.
By this time, it is seven thirty seven. The character is obviously really irritated by his lateness and snaps, grabbing the guard and throwing him into the wall.
"there's my fucking pass."
The stressed individual storms down the hallway and pushes open the first door on the left. A middle aged, grey haired man sits behind a table, in a brown suit. He notices the new presence in the room and nods to the current person sat opposite to him, effectively telling him to leave. Which he does. The nine minutes late man sits down hurriedly.
"I'm the representative for Extreme Hardcore Wrestling. John's the name." smiles the man behind the desk. "Don't worry about being late."
"Nice to meet you John." nods the still un identified 6'0 figure. "I wasn't worried but impressions are like gold dust in these places."
John passes a piece of detailed white paper across the table. The recipient studies it carefully, groaning a few times before starting to sign in several places.
"No biting." grumbles the character. "What sort of bullshit rule is that, fuck it, i'm in."
EHWF's representative, John, stands up, offering his hand across the oakwood desk. After a brief hand shake, John shows the door to his present company.
Aggressive, rude, strange.. Just three words that describe the character in question as he leaves the building for his Skoda Citigo.
Fin
EHWF Main operating building
Time
7.26am
A black Skoda Citigo pulls up abruptly in the parking lot that compliments the main operating building of EHWF. The left hand door opens and a man in a plain black suit, accompanied with a black tie, white shirt and a confident smile, steps out. Short black hair sits on top of the head of an obviously important individual.
"Exuse me." Says the stranger, pointing towards an elderly security officer. "Is this the main office building, I've got a meeting here at seven thirty."
"Yes, sir." replies the humble man guarding the car park. "This is the place, do you have a pass?"
"No."
"Well." says the frail security guard stubbornly. "I cant let you in then, sorry."
"If i'm not in that building by half past.." Continues the unknown chap. "You can explain why."
"I'm too old for this." weeps the withering old professional whilst pointing to the side door. "You can go through but if I was younger son, i'd have something to say."
The suited and booted character smirks and does his best to hold back a chuckle before walking swiftly towards the side door mentioned. Upon opening the door and entering the building, he is greeted by a second security guard.
"Do you have a pass, sir." asks the guard firmly.
By this time, it is seven thirty seven. The character is obviously really irritated by his lateness and snaps, grabbing the guard and throwing him into the wall.
"there's my fucking pass."
The stressed individual storms down the hallway and pushes open the first door on the left. A middle aged, grey haired man sits behind a table, in a brown suit. He notices the new presence in the room and nods to the current person sat opposite to him, effectively telling him to leave. Which he does. The nine minutes late man sits down hurriedly.
"I'm the representative for Extreme Hardcore Wrestling. John's the name." smiles the man behind the desk. "Don't worry about being late."
"Nice to meet you John." nods the still un identified 6'0 figure. "I wasn't worried but impressions are like gold dust in these places."
John passes a piece of detailed white paper across the table. The recipient studies it carefully, groaning a few times before starting to sign in several places.
"No biting." grumbles the character. "What sort of bullshit rule is that, fuck it, i'm in."
EHWF's representative, John, stands up, offering his hand across the oakwood desk. After a brief hand shake, John shows the door to his present company.
Aggressive, rude, strange.. Just three words that describe the character in question as he leaves the building for his Skoda Citigo.
Fin