Post by drewstevenson on Jun 17, 2011 16:23:41 GMT -5
“Do you smell that?”
An unknown bald headed man sporting a very fancy Gray suit stood in the hall of the arena, sniffing the air. Next to him, a shorter, blonde headed man looked confused, but sniffed around as well – what were they looking for? The blonde headed man stopped sniffing the air, shaking his head he looked at the bald headed man who was obviously the wrestler due to his much larger physique. Still looking extremely confused; he spoke out asking the unknown bald headed man a question.
“What are we looking or should I say trying to smell Mr. Stevenson?”
Smiling, Mr. Stevenson as he is now known as looks at his good friend, and manager in Mark Robertson. Wasting no time, his deep toned voice is heard throughout the hall.
“Mediocrity!”
Pausing, a smile stretches along the face of Mark – both men smiling, now on the same wave length.
“You see Mark; this place has the motto of “home of champions” and I use that term VERY loosely. I researched this promotion before deciding to sign that dotted line and Mark – we are going to be a champion in NO TIME, well; that is unless I am punished for being too opinionated. But even then, you can just smell the mediocrity running through these halls; it is stinking up my suit.”
Straightening his suit jacket, he has this look on his face like he just smelled a fart.
“Thankfully for them Mark, we have arrived on the scene and can take this place from zero to something. I mean, when I looked? This company wasn’t even on the map, but after we get that sweet, sweet television air-time? This company will finally be worth a damn. But hey, let’s keep scouting – maybe we’ll find some ACTUAL talent but sadly, I doubt it!”
Not looking too impressed, both men walked off in search of scouting the talent.
Fade.
An unknown bald headed man sporting a very fancy Gray suit stood in the hall of the arena, sniffing the air. Next to him, a shorter, blonde headed man looked confused, but sniffed around as well – what were they looking for? The blonde headed man stopped sniffing the air, shaking his head he looked at the bald headed man who was obviously the wrestler due to his much larger physique. Still looking extremely confused; he spoke out asking the unknown bald headed man a question.
“What are we looking or should I say trying to smell Mr. Stevenson?”
Smiling, Mr. Stevenson as he is now known as looks at his good friend, and manager in Mark Robertson. Wasting no time, his deep toned voice is heard throughout the hall.
“Mediocrity!”
Pausing, a smile stretches along the face of Mark – both men smiling, now on the same wave length.
“You see Mark; this place has the motto of “home of champions” and I use that term VERY loosely. I researched this promotion before deciding to sign that dotted line and Mark – we are going to be a champion in NO TIME, well; that is unless I am punished for being too opinionated. But even then, you can just smell the mediocrity running through these halls; it is stinking up my suit.”
Straightening his suit jacket, he has this look on his face like he just smelled a fart.
“Thankfully for them Mark, we have arrived on the scene and can take this place from zero to something. I mean, when I looked? This company wasn’t even on the map, but after we get that sweet, sweet television air-time? This company will finally be worth a damn. But hey, let’s keep scouting – maybe we’ll find some ACTUAL talent but sadly, I doubt it!”
Not looking too impressed, both men walked off in search of scouting the talent.
Fade.