Post by Angel Rodriguez on Oct 30, 2010 11:21:21 GMT -5
The plane sets down as the final leg of it's journey draws to a close, the long run from Miami to the Real Extreme Wrestling Starmaker Arena nearly over for one passenger. As the pilot of the Miami Airlines jet earns his money by virtue of a smooth landing, the airport security at that gate become aware and stop their talking to start a vigil at the potential terrorist site. They watch the passengers step carefully off the plane and their vigilance is unfounded, the only people going past, the older generation and the very young generation, who surely couldn't pose a threat. However, all are alerted when a colourful black man comes into view. The head of gate 19 security comes over to the man and takes a look at his rainbow glasses, yellow T-Shirt and green trousers, immediately identifying the man as a potential trouble-maker.
Hello there, sir. Can you come with me?
The head of security holds out a hand, beckoning the colourful man to follow him to the metal detector a few feet away from them, causing the black man to raise an eyebrow and lower his rainbow shades a little, showing the whites of his eyes.
Oh, come on, man. It's all good.
I'm afraid we have to double-check, sir. Would you step through the metal detector, sir?
But no-one else had to. Are you discriminating against me? Just because I'm black and I dress better?
The head of security, a white, podgy man, narrows his eyes and looks the black man up and down, the accumulation of other guards behind him,forcing the colourful passenger to raise his arms in a peaceful nature.
OK, if that's what you want.
The head of security sighs in releif, knowing that if a man is willing to go through a metal detector, more often than not, he's clean. The black man walks to the metal detector, drops his bags and takes off his watch and jewellry, before stepping through, forcing no sound from the detector and showing that he's no threat to national security.
You happy now, man?
Yes, sir, I am. Sorry for the misunderstanding. Have a nice day, sir.
The black man puts his watch and jewellry back on before nodding at the head of security, who turns to observe the next wave of passengers, who have been halted by the detecting. The next port of call was the baggage claim, and he briskly made his way there, not wanting to be delayed any longer than he had to be. As the baggage goes around the conveyor belt, he spots the tag he's put on his wheelie bag and he picks it up, getting glances from other unhurried passengers, due to his attire. The man doesn't notice, and instead walks away from the baggage claim, pulling out his passport from his pocket and wheeling the bag over to the passport control booth. He luckily gets no queue and so strolls over to the lady in the booth, handing over his passport, which the attendant leafs through. She takes a quick look at him and immediately asks his details.
Full Name?
Titus Edward Thompson.
Date of birth?
15th May 1980.
Business or pleasure, sir?
Business...And maybe a bit of pleasure, if you know what I mean?
The lady gives Titus an evil look, and he correctly decides to move on, getting his passport back and wheeling his bag past the passport control, heading for the tube station that leads from the airport to the town centre. Still achieving the most attention from the entire airport, Titus finds the tube and waits until the next train comes along, quietly standing next to a group of youths, who sN***erto themselves and walk away, laughing at Thompson behind his back. The train eventually comes to call, and as he crowd file past, he sees a young black woman striding towards him, obviously going for the same train ride as him. Two T gets onto the train and sits next to the doorway, desperate to be the first person that this beautiful woman sees. And his plan comes to fruition as the woman sees him and smiles, Titus smiling back, the woman seeing a vacant chair near him and resting her legs there. Titus immediately reacts like any man would and he turns to face this woman, holding back the urge to say 'Marry me' or start staring. Instead, he reaches out a hand for the woman to shake, which she does.
Hi, I'm Titus. Do you live here, or are you new just like me?
I'm new here. Just came from Boston. It's Tulip, by the way.
Tulip. Beautiful name.
Really? I don't like it. It's too different too all the other names.
I think it really suits you. I mean, I'm not calling you different, but...
Tulip lets out a soft laugh, and Thompson smiles, thnakful that the joke worked, already planning what to say next, his old job having given him lots of practice.
So, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a town like this?
Well, it's complicated. I like to call myself an entertainer.
Two T smiles, knowing exactly what she means. The slight sense of fun coming into her words, and the sparkle in her eyes telling Titus that she's either a stripper or a prostitute, probably a stripper. Tulip didn't seem desperate for sex enough to be on the streets.
What do you do, Titus?
I'm actually a wrestler. I'm here to work for a new company.
Really? You seem...Too nice to be a wrestler.
I have that effect on people.
So...What's wrestling like? I don't really know much about it?
It's all good. But I really don't want to bore you with it.
The train comes to a stop in an almost ironic way, and the two look into each other's eyes, both standing at the smae time, with Tulip leaving the train first, Titus following quickly behind. Tulip turns to face Thompson one last time.
Well, thanks for the easiest train ride I've ever had. It's been fun. No doubt I'll see you again, with you being a famous wrestler.
Oh, don't worry. You'll know where I am. And you never know, I might find you first.
Tulip smiles, and waves goodbye, turning on her heel and leaving the station, looking back just the once to see Titus Thompson looking at the path she leaves, before dissappearing into the deep, dark world. Titus looks longinfully at her, knowing that his wrestling career might never come to fruition, and Tulip might never see him again, and he silently vows to beome a star, however he can.
It's all good. It's all good.
Hello there, sir. Can you come with me?
The head of security holds out a hand, beckoning the colourful man to follow him to the metal detector a few feet away from them, causing the black man to raise an eyebrow and lower his rainbow shades a little, showing the whites of his eyes.
Oh, come on, man. It's all good.
I'm afraid we have to double-check, sir. Would you step through the metal detector, sir?
But no-one else had to. Are you discriminating against me? Just because I'm black and I dress better?
The head of security, a white, podgy man, narrows his eyes and looks the black man up and down, the accumulation of other guards behind him,forcing the colourful passenger to raise his arms in a peaceful nature.
OK, if that's what you want.
The head of security sighs in releif, knowing that if a man is willing to go through a metal detector, more often than not, he's clean. The black man walks to the metal detector, drops his bags and takes off his watch and jewellry, before stepping through, forcing no sound from the detector and showing that he's no threat to national security.
You happy now, man?
Yes, sir, I am. Sorry for the misunderstanding. Have a nice day, sir.
The black man puts his watch and jewellry back on before nodding at the head of security, who turns to observe the next wave of passengers, who have been halted by the detecting. The next port of call was the baggage claim, and he briskly made his way there, not wanting to be delayed any longer than he had to be. As the baggage goes around the conveyor belt, he spots the tag he's put on his wheelie bag and he picks it up, getting glances from other unhurried passengers, due to his attire. The man doesn't notice, and instead walks away from the baggage claim, pulling out his passport from his pocket and wheeling the bag over to the passport control booth. He luckily gets no queue and so strolls over to the lady in the booth, handing over his passport, which the attendant leafs through. She takes a quick look at him and immediately asks his details.
Full Name?
Titus Edward Thompson.
Date of birth?
15th May 1980.
Business or pleasure, sir?
Business...And maybe a bit of pleasure, if you know what I mean?
The lady gives Titus an evil look, and he correctly decides to move on, getting his passport back and wheeling his bag past the passport control, heading for the tube station that leads from the airport to the town centre. Still achieving the most attention from the entire airport, Titus finds the tube and waits until the next train comes along, quietly standing next to a group of youths, who sN***erto themselves and walk away, laughing at Thompson behind his back. The train eventually comes to call, and as he crowd file past, he sees a young black woman striding towards him, obviously going for the same train ride as him. Two T gets onto the train and sits next to the doorway, desperate to be the first person that this beautiful woman sees. And his plan comes to fruition as the woman sees him and smiles, Titus smiling back, the woman seeing a vacant chair near him and resting her legs there. Titus immediately reacts like any man would and he turns to face this woman, holding back the urge to say 'Marry me' or start staring. Instead, he reaches out a hand for the woman to shake, which she does.
Hi, I'm Titus. Do you live here, or are you new just like me?
I'm new here. Just came from Boston. It's Tulip, by the way.
Tulip. Beautiful name.
Really? I don't like it. It's too different too all the other names.
I think it really suits you. I mean, I'm not calling you different, but...
Tulip lets out a soft laugh, and Thompson smiles, thnakful that the joke worked, already planning what to say next, his old job having given him lots of practice.
So, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a town like this?
Well, it's complicated. I like to call myself an entertainer.
Two T smiles, knowing exactly what she means. The slight sense of fun coming into her words, and the sparkle in her eyes telling Titus that she's either a stripper or a prostitute, probably a stripper. Tulip didn't seem desperate for sex enough to be on the streets.
What do you do, Titus?
I'm actually a wrestler. I'm here to work for a new company.
Really? You seem...Too nice to be a wrestler.
I have that effect on people.
So...What's wrestling like? I don't really know much about it?
It's all good. But I really don't want to bore you with it.
The train comes to a stop in an almost ironic way, and the two look into each other's eyes, both standing at the smae time, with Tulip leaving the train first, Titus following quickly behind. Tulip turns to face Thompson one last time.
Well, thanks for the easiest train ride I've ever had. It's been fun. No doubt I'll see you again, with you being a famous wrestler.
Oh, don't worry. You'll know where I am. And you never know, I might find you first.
Tulip smiles, and waves goodbye, turning on her heel and leaving the station, looking back just the once to see Titus Thompson looking at the path she leaves, before dissappearing into the deep, dark world. Titus looks longinfully at her, knowing that his wrestling career might never come to fruition, and Tulip might never see him again, and he silently vows to beome a star, however he can.
It's all good. It's all good.
