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Post by madmanmowgle on Feb 25, 2014 12:41:27 GMT -4
A silver 2006 Honda Civic enters the garage, it drives about for a while before stopping in a parking space.
A figure get's out of the car, he is wearing a full brim hat a black cape and a sport bag over his shoulder. He stops and looks up, he is wearing a white half mask.
The stranger leaves the garage and heads towards the Generation eXcess building.
The front door of Generation eXcess arena opens and the stranger walks in.
Stranger: So this is GX, look’s a lot cleaner then my last fed
The Stanger looks about some more.
Stranger: Hell they even have a shop here and a casino.
A GX staff member walks over to the stranger.
Staff: Welcome to Generation eXess, how may I help you
The Stranger looks down at the staff member, who takes a step back
Stranger: I am Mad Man Mowgle, and I am here to fight
Staff: You are the new guy, let me show you to the reception
Mad Man Mowgle picks up his bag and follows the staff member to the reception desk. The receptionist looks up at Mad Man Mowgle.
Staff: This gentleman is the new wrestler
Mad Man Mowgle: There is nothing gentle about me
Receptionist: Welcome Mr Mowgle
Mad Man Mowgle: Don’t call me Mr … Mowgle, Mad Man Mowgle even MMM is fine but never Mr.
Receptionist: My apologies, I just need you to sign in to tell us that you have arrived, so we can start sorting matches for you and star paying you.
Mad Man Mowgle starts to read the paper work and sign it. He looks up and sees a man walk by with long black hair, with black trousers and top.
Mad Man Mowgle: Who was that?
Receptionist: That was Black Spirit, one of our top wrestlers
Mad Man Mowgle: Meh
Receptionist: Do you have any questions?
Mad Man Mowgle: Yeah, do you have a basement?
Receptionist: we do but it is only for the maintenance staff, why?
Mad Man Mowgle: Well I don’t share well with others so if I have to share a locker room with other people things might happen, I make enemies quickly, and I like my own space.
Receptionist: You will need to talk with the GM, whose office is just how the hall that way. Anything else I can help you with.
Mad Man Mowgle: Yeah, where is the nearest pizza joint and do they deliver?
Receptionist: I believe there is one in town but not sure if they deliver?
Mad Man Mowgle picks up his bag and heads towards the GM’s office.
Mad Man Mowgle: Let’s see what sort of person this GM is, and how easy it will be to make his life hell.
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