Post by Vulgar on Feb 21, 2016 21:42:37 GMT -5
We see Fred Foswell... he's exploring an almost empty wing of the nSm facilities. Walking around a lockerroom, he idly taps the locker walls. He hears something over down in the hallway and goes to look who's coming. Foswell sees a well-dressed man standing around; the guy notices and addresses Fred.
" Oh, hi. Aren't you a wrestler?"
" Yes, I am. I'm Fredrick Foswell. I haven't faught here yet, but I'm supposed to compete in the Transcontinental Tournament."
" What are you doing in here, anyway? Not to many other people are in the building now."
" Well, I wasn't doing anything, and I just decided to drive up and look around this place before I have to use the facilities."
" Hey, I'm a journalist. I was supposed to have an interview with one of the head honchos here, but they just called me up to tell me they bailed. May I have an interview with you instead? My name's Bort Crutches."
" Sure. What do you want to know?"
" To start with, why did you join with the nSm?"
" Well, I'm actually a boxer to start with. I liked the mixed matches that people like puroresu wrestler Antonio Inoki and Chuck Wepner did. I wanted to start pro-wrestling with the gimmick of me being a boxer."
" Ok. Are you planning to do shoot or worked matches?"
" It doesn't matter to me. Both, probably."
" Do you think you can survive in this business for long while. If so, how?"
" Yes. I think I can hit hard enough. I'm smart, tactical. I know how to do business."
" Well, I only have time for one question. Do you think you will become the champion?"
" We'll just have to wait and see."
" Ok. Thanks."
" No problem."
" I'm glad I got something. Want a cigarette?"
" No. I think I have to go too. Take it easy."
Both depart in separete directions. Foswell gets in his economic car. Just when he was about to put the key in, someone came up to his car with a lead pipe. The person smashes off his side view mirror and begins eating it. He chomps on it several times. Foswell kicks open his door and backhands the man.
" I'm gonna slap you silly, bitch!' Foswell says.
The man drops the pipe and the mirror and takes off. Fred barrels down after him and chucks the pipe. The pipe hits the guy in the head. It was at that moment that Foswell noticed that the person was he journalist, Bort Crutches. Crutches has already darted and disappeared behind the building.
Foswell walks back down to his car. He picks up the broken mirror to see that it has HUGE bite marks in it.
" Damn"
" Oh, hi. Aren't you a wrestler?"
" Yes, I am. I'm Fredrick Foswell. I haven't faught here yet, but I'm supposed to compete in the Transcontinental Tournament."
" What are you doing in here, anyway? Not to many other people are in the building now."
" Well, I wasn't doing anything, and I just decided to drive up and look around this place before I have to use the facilities."
" Hey, I'm a journalist. I was supposed to have an interview with one of the head honchos here, but they just called me up to tell me they bailed. May I have an interview with you instead? My name's Bort Crutches."
" Sure. What do you want to know?"
" To start with, why did you join with the nSm?"
" Well, I'm actually a boxer to start with. I liked the mixed matches that people like puroresu wrestler Antonio Inoki and Chuck Wepner did. I wanted to start pro-wrestling with the gimmick of me being a boxer."
" Ok. Are you planning to do shoot or worked matches?"
" It doesn't matter to me. Both, probably."
" Do you think you can survive in this business for long while. If so, how?"
" Yes. I think I can hit hard enough. I'm smart, tactical. I know how to do business."
" Well, I only have time for one question. Do you think you will become the champion?"
" We'll just have to wait and see."
" Ok. Thanks."
" No problem."
" I'm glad I got something. Want a cigarette?"
" No. I think I have to go too. Take it easy."
Both depart in separete directions. Foswell gets in his economic car. Just when he was about to put the key in, someone came up to his car with a lead pipe. The person smashes off his side view mirror and begins eating it. He chomps on it several times. Foswell kicks open his door and backhands the man.
" I'm gonna slap you silly, bitch!' Foswell says.
The man drops the pipe and the mirror and takes off. Fred barrels down after him and chucks the pipe. The pipe hits the guy in the head. It was at that moment that Foswell noticed that the person was he journalist, Bort Crutches. Crutches has already darted and disappeared behind the building.
Foswell walks back down to his car. He picks up the broken mirror to see that it has HUGE bite marks in it.
" Damn"
The End.
