Post by Tommy Sirius on Jan 18, 2010 23:20:23 GMT -5
"Well..it's no UVCW.." spoke a man, standing infront of the now swinging double doors of the REW arena. His hair was bright gray and cut close to his scalp and his face was adorned in scars of many sized and depths.
Beside him stood a much younger, and incredibly beautifull woman. Her hair was a deep dark red, pull back tight in a pony tail and a pair of glasses with black rim sitting atop the bridge of her nose.
"It's....really not much at all." she said, a snarl over her face.
"Well...it isn't now. It just needs my touch." the man spoke.
"No...it needs mine...if it has yours everyone will think we're in the sixth ring of hell. This place needs a good financial backing, a Xanders backing." she countered.
"Haha, in due time my love. First thing's first...I need to reaquant with a friend." he said, taking the woman by hand and beginning to make his way forward.
But before he could take to many steps, he haults and the young man running in near full sprint his way.
"Drea.....err..Tommy Sirius!?" the young guy gasped out, bending down as he came to a hault trying to catch his breath.
"The one and only...and who might you be?" Sirius asked, a humored grin on his face.
"My...name is Steven...I'm one of the road agents for REW." he said, straightening up and holding a hand out, out of respect.
Sirius nodded, shaking the young mans hand. "I can assure you, my license is no longer suspended and all the contracts are signed and worked out." Sirius said, guessing at the reason of the young Stevens presence.
"Oh...I'm not in charge of the contracts or any of those things. I'm here to make sure you sign in for the show for tommorow night." Steven corrects, holding a clip-board with a few pieces of paper clip securly to it.
Slightly confused, Sirius takes the clipboard and looks over it before looking back up at the young Road Agent. "The show? Allready?"
"Yes yes, Kyzer announced it not to long ago. You have a match with Blake Worship, who by the way is the reigning two time wrestler of the year, for the number one contendership to the REW Intercontinental Title." Steven explains, fumbling through his pockets for a pen.
And as one alits from his pocket, a smile grows over the face of Sirius. No...not for the chance for a title, not even for the fact of the rush of having a match in REW....
"Blake Worship you say?" Sirius questions arrogantly as he reaches for the pen.
"Yes sir." Steven awnsers, quickly diverting his attention to the young woman at Sirius's side, who return a glance of utter distaste.
"Good, the two of us have a bit of a past. Would be a great opponent for me to knock a bit of ring rust off with." Sirius said, signing the sheet of paper and handing it back to him.
"Ok...thank you. Your locker room resides on the second floor where most of them are. Room two thirty. The concession area is on the first floor down the east wing, the medical down the west. The offices are on the third floor, you can't miss them and the production crew resides in the back parking lot of the arena in the trailers." Steven says, turning with a nod to take his leave.
"Wait..." Sirius quickly alerts, placing a hand on Stevens shoulder.
"Yes?" he asks.
"Which locker room belongs to Aaron Holiday?" Sirius asks with a grin.
"Oh he's room two fifty three, though right now he is in a meeting with someone." Steven awnsers.
"Thank you." Sirius says with a nod, quickly making his way past the young man and towards the elevator.
"Really...we just got off the plane not to long ago. Do we really have to go see him now?" the young woman questions.
"Yes...we do...well I do. Look Ash...I know you tired, so why don't you head on to the locker room and i'll go talk with Aaron." he said, stepping into the opening elevator.
"Okay...good. I need to take a hot bath anyways...I feel dirty just walking into this trashy place." she says.
"Well..make sure you lock the door...you never know what kind of sex-fiendish jobbers lurk this place." Sirius warns, reaching forward to hit a button on the elevator....
TBC?
Beside him stood a much younger, and incredibly beautifull woman. Her hair was a deep dark red, pull back tight in a pony tail and a pair of glasses with black rim sitting atop the bridge of her nose.
"It's....really not much at all." she said, a snarl over her face.
"Well...it isn't now. It just needs my touch." the man spoke.
"No...it needs mine...if it has yours everyone will think we're in the sixth ring of hell. This place needs a good financial backing, a Xanders backing." she countered.
"Haha, in due time my love. First thing's first...I need to reaquant with a friend." he said, taking the woman by hand and beginning to make his way forward.
But before he could take to many steps, he haults and the young man running in near full sprint his way.
"Drea.....err..Tommy Sirius!?" the young guy gasped out, bending down as he came to a hault trying to catch his breath.
"The one and only...and who might you be?" Sirius asked, a humored grin on his face.
"My...name is Steven...I'm one of the road agents for REW." he said, straightening up and holding a hand out, out of respect.
Sirius nodded, shaking the young mans hand. "I can assure you, my license is no longer suspended and all the contracts are signed and worked out." Sirius said, guessing at the reason of the young Stevens presence.
"Oh...I'm not in charge of the contracts or any of those things. I'm here to make sure you sign in for the show for tommorow night." Steven corrects, holding a clip-board with a few pieces of paper clip securly to it.
Slightly confused, Sirius takes the clipboard and looks over it before looking back up at the young Road Agent. "The show? Allready?"
"Yes yes, Kyzer announced it not to long ago. You have a match with Blake Worship, who by the way is the reigning two time wrestler of the year, for the number one contendership to the REW Intercontinental Title." Steven explains, fumbling through his pockets for a pen.
And as one alits from his pocket, a smile grows over the face of Sirius. No...not for the chance for a title, not even for the fact of the rush of having a match in REW....
"Blake Worship you say?" Sirius questions arrogantly as he reaches for the pen.
"Yes sir." Steven awnsers, quickly diverting his attention to the young woman at Sirius's side, who return a glance of utter distaste.
"Good, the two of us have a bit of a past. Would be a great opponent for me to knock a bit of ring rust off with." Sirius said, signing the sheet of paper and handing it back to him.
"Ok...thank you. Your locker room resides on the second floor where most of them are. Room two thirty. The concession area is on the first floor down the east wing, the medical down the west. The offices are on the third floor, you can't miss them and the production crew resides in the back parking lot of the arena in the trailers." Steven says, turning with a nod to take his leave.
"Wait..." Sirius quickly alerts, placing a hand on Stevens shoulder.
"Yes?" he asks.
"Which locker room belongs to Aaron Holiday?" Sirius asks with a grin.
"Oh he's room two fifty three, though right now he is in a meeting with someone." Steven awnsers.
"Thank you." Sirius says with a nod, quickly making his way past the young man and towards the elevator.
"Really...we just got off the plane not to long ago. Do we really have to go see him now?" the young woman questions.
"Yes...we do...well I do. Look Ash...I know you tired, so why don't you head on to the locker room and i'll go talk with Aaron." he said, stepping into the opening elevator.
"Okay...good. I need to take a hot bath anyways...I feel dirty just walking into this trashy place." she says.
"Well..make sure you lock the door...you never know what kind of sex-fiendish jobbers lurk this place." Sirius warns, reaching forward to hit a button on the elevator....
TBC?