Post by Misterioso on Apr 27, 2009 20:47:54 GMT -5
* Outside the momentarily vacated locker room, the man pauses and feels inside his coat pocket. The envelope, like the many times before, is still situated within. He breathes a sigh of relief. Pausing to check for any witnesses to his foray, he quietly opens the door. With nothing more than a subtle creak the door opens, and light from the hallway cascades into the darkened interior. Swiftly and silently, the man enters the room shutting the door behind. Fumbling in the darkness the man finds his flashlight. With a press of the button a beam of light shoots from the flashlight and his search is underway. *
Man: Now, where is his locker?
* Gingerly the man makes his way to the nearest row of lockers. He shines the light along the row and then checks each locker’s name plate. *
Man: No…nope…not this one…or this one.
* Frustrated, the man steps to the next row of lockers and repeats his search. *
Man: No…grrr…nope…ahh! Here it is.
* The flashlight’s beam brightens up a simplistic name plate which simply reads: Misterioso. As the man inspects the locker, he notices the simple contents of Misterioso’s locker; a plain black suitcase, a similarly simple black gym bag, and some clothes. He opens his coat and reaches into the pocket. Pulling the sealed white envelope out, he places it atop the suitcase. *
Man: Don’t care what this is about, but I did my job and now I should get paid.
* Displacing some of his earlier concern for silence, the man walks quickly to the door. As he opens the door, he shuts the flashlight off. The man steps outside and shuts the door. *
***Later***
* The locker room door is opened quickly and a hand fumbles for the light switch. Instantaneously, the room is bathed in false fluorescent light. A man, in the midst of a conversation, starts to step inside. Only the voice of his conversation partner is heard.*
Voice (Spanglish accent): Chu work good my friend. Dee fans, they like chu. Big time. I gotch cho money here. Business is pleasure witch chu. Misterioso big hit witch them. Call me anytime.
Misterioso: Thanks.
* With a shut of the door, Misterioso is alone. Glistening with post match sweat he is clad in his gear. Much like most of his possessions his attire is simple. He wears black boots, black pants, black finger-less gloves, and a black mask. With a fist full of money, he starts to walk towards his locker. *
Misterioso: Man, I don’t know about that guy.
* He drops the money on top of his gym bag and begins to pull off his gloves. *
Misterioso: Time for a shower. I hope they have some hot water this time or…hey. What is this?
* Dropping his gloves next to the money, he picks up the envelope left atop his suitcase. *
Misterioso: Hmm… no name or anything.
* Holding the envelope, Misterioso looks around the deserted locker room. With a shrug he places a finger inside the sealed envelope. He slides his finger opening it. Pulling out a folded letter, he discards the useless envelope. Opening the letter, he begins to read. As he reads the letter he grows more and more surprised. *
Misterioso: How? I guess I have only one choice.
* Dropping the letter, Misterioso begins to undress. The letter falls to the ground… *
The Letter: Dear, dear “Misterioso”. It is with shame and disbelief that I find you here in Mexico. You had talent, drive, charisma, and determination but perhaps all of those things were misjudged and misguided much like your success in the United States. I believe that those traits are inside of you but I know there is absolutely no way that those characteristics will thrive where you are now. Thus, you have but one choice; return to the U.S. Professional wrestling can still be your life here, if you find the right promotion. A certain promotion named Classic Wrestling Revival, run by a certain person known as Drew Carrig, and featuring certain wrestlers as TJ Raven, Travis Smith, and Matt Thornhill among others. Yes, quite an interesting scenario to say the least. Perhaps you will be at the Buffalo Convention Center May 16th. It may benefit you. Prove me right “Misterioso”. Or, live your life in Mexico and realize what a complete and utter failure you are and always will be.
Man: Now, where is his locker?
* Gingerly the man makes his way to the nearest row of lockers. He shines the light along the row and then checks each locker’s name plate. *
Man: No…nope…not this one…or this one.
* Frustrated, the man steps to the next row of lockers and repeats his search. *
Man: No…grrr…nope…ahh! Here it is.
* The flashlight’s beam brightens up a simplistic name plate which simply reads: Misterioso. As the man inspects the locker, he notices the simple contents of Misterioso’s locker; a plain black suitcase, a similarly simple black gym bag, and some clothes. He opens his coat and reaches into the pocket. Pulling the sealed white envelope out, he places it atop the suitcase. *
Man: Don’t care what this is about, but I did my job and now I should get paid.
* Displacing some of his earlier concern for silence, the man walks quickly to the door. As he opens the door, he shuts the flashlight off. The man steps outside and shuts the door. *
***Later***
* The locker room door is opened quickly and a hand fumbles for the light switch. Instantaneously, the room is bathed in false fluorescent light. A man, in the midst of a conversation, starts to step inside. Only the voice of his conversation partner is heard.*
Voice (Spanglish accent): Chu work good my friend. Dee fans, they like chu. Big time. I gotch cho money here. Business is pleasure witch chu. Misterioso big hit witch them. Call me anytime.
Misterioso: Thanks.
* With a shut of the door, Misterioso is alone. Glistening with post match sweat he is clad in his gear. Much like most of his possessions his attire is simple. He wears black boots, black pants, black finger-less gloves, and a black mask. With a fist full of money, he starts to walk towards his locker. *
Misterioso: Man, I don’t know about that guy.
* He drops the money on top of his gym bag and begins to pull off his gloves. *
Misterioso: Time for a shower. I hope they have some hot water this time or…hey. What is this?
* Dropping his gloves next to the money, he picks up the envelope left atop his suitcase. *
Misterioso: Hmm… no name or anything.
* Holding the envelope, Misterioso looks around the deserted locker room. With a shrug he places a finger inside the sealed envelope. He slides his finger opening it. Pulling out a folded letter, he discards the useless envelope. Opening the letter, he begins to read. As he reads the letter he grows more and more surprised. *
Misterioso: How? I guess I have only one choice.
* Dropping the letter, Misterioso begins to undress. The letter falls to the ground… *
The Letter: Dear, dear “Misterioso”. It is with shame and disbelief that I find you here in Mexico. You had talent, drive, charisma, and determination but perhaps all of those things were misjudged and misguided much like your success in the United States. I believe that those traits are inside of you but I know there is absolutely no way that those characteristics will thrive where you are now. Thus, you have but one choice; return to the U.S. Professional wrestling can still be your life here, if you find the right promotion. A certain promotion named Classic Wrestling Revival, run by a certain person known as Drew Carrig, and featuring certain wrestlers as TJ Raven, Travis Smith, and Matt Thornhill among others. Yes, quite an interesting scenario to say the least. Perhaps you will be at the Buffalo Convention Center May 16th. It may benefit you. Prove me right “Misterioso”. Or, live your life in Mexico and realize what a complete and utter failure you are and always will be.