Post by Arik Arrogance on Jun 14, 2007 20:33:38 GMT -5
*Ah, a beautiful sunny day in Greenwich, Conneticut. The sun shines down upon a glistening inground pool, looking crisp and blue. The camera pans over to two men basking in the sun; Arik Arrogance and his compadre Mean Marky. Arik is wearing a pair of red Oakley shades and a red bathing suit with a hawaiian pattern. Next to him is Marky, stretched out with his hands behind his head, apparently napping. He is wearing a black bathing suit and sunscreen on his nose. Arik sits up a bit and looks around. He turns over towards Marky and speaks...*
Arik: Yo... Marky... Hey, wake up!
*Marky snorts as he comes out of his nap. He looks around a bit disoriented, and realizes that he was asleep. He heaves a sigh, realizing that he has come out of his fantasy world.*
Marky: Tch... Man, why you gotta wake me up? I was chillen wit some fine hunnies at the Playboy Mansion!
Arik: Dude, what day is it?
*Marky shrugs his shoulders. Arik looks over at his Blackberry sitting on a table beside him. He picks it up and looks at it... It's Thursday. Arik's "vacation" from GCW has allowed him an extra two weeks off, and he has been loafing around doing nothing since then. Suddenly he gets an e-mail on his Blackberry. He opens it up and it's from the e-mail address "WillyEllis7@gmail.com".*
Arik: It's the boss...
Marky: Willy? That prick? What does he want?
*Arik opens up the e-mail. He lifts up his shades and squints as he reads the text on the e-mail. It reads...*
Dear Arik,
I'm sure that you are aware that your suspension is now over, and you have been booked on the card for "Open the Gate" on June 24th. You'll be facing against Caleb Lanseng. Good luck.
- William Ellis
*Arik scowls and scratches his head.*
Arik: Caleb Lanseng? Is that the guy that I interfered for?
Marky: Nah, that was Lance something... Caleb must be a new guy.
Arik: Hmm, maybe there's something about him on the GCW page.
*Arik opens up the internet browser and types in the GCW website URL. He selects the GCW Roster and scans for the name Caleb Lanseng. He finds it and selects it.*
Arik: Caleb Lanseng... Six one, two twenty six pounds... High flier... Blah blah blah... Wait a second...
- However, during a big event in the fed, he suffered a severe arm injury, putting him on the shelf for months.
- He wrestled there for a while, but soon suffered another inury, this time to his right knee.
Arik: Hah... Looks like we've got a few places to work with this goon, huh Marky...? ...Marky?
*Marky has drifted off back to sleep, snoring quite audibly. Arik shrugs his shoulders and places his shades back over his eyes.*
Arik: My thoughts exactly, buddy.
*Arik lounges back and places his hands behind his head before drifting off to sleep as well. The scene fades out to black.*
Arik: Yo... Marky... Hey, wake up!
*Marky snorts as he comes out of his nap. He looks around a bit disoriented, and realizes that he was asleep. He heaves a sigh, realizing that he has come out of his fantasy world.*
Marky: Tch... Man, why you gotta wake me up? I was chillen wit some fine hunnies at the Playboy Mansion!
Arik: Dude, what day is it?
*Marky shrugs his shoulders. Arik looks over at his Blackberry sitting on a table beside him. He picks it up and looks at it... It's Thursday. Arik's "vacation" from GCW has allowed him an extra two weeks off, and he has been loafing around doing nothing since then. Suddenly he gets an e-mail on his Blackberry. He opens it up and it's from the e-mail address "WillyEllis7@gmail.com".*
Arik: It's the boss...
Marky: Willy? That prick? What does he want?
*Arik opens up the e-mail. He lifts up his shades and squints as he reads the text on the e-mail. It reads...*
Dear Arik,
I'm sure that you are aware that your suspension is now over, and you have been booked on the card for "Open the Gate" on June 24th. You'll be facing against Caleb Lanseng. Good luck.
- William Ellis
*Arik scowls and scratches his head.*
Arik: Caleb Lanseng? Is that the guy that I interfered for?
Marky: Nah, that was Lance something... Caleb must be a new guy.
Arik: Hmm, maybe there's something about him on the GCW page.
*Arik opens up the internet browser and types in the GCW website URL. He selects the GCW Roster and scans for the name Caleb Lanseng. He finds it and selects it.*
Arik: Caleb Lanseng... Six one, two twenty six pounds... High flier... Blah blah blah... Wait a second...
- However, during a big event in the fed, he suffered a severe arm injury, putting him on the shelf for months.
- He wrestled there for a while, but soon suffered another inury, this time to his right knee.
Arik: Hah... Looks like we've got a few places to work with this goon, huh Marky...? ...Marky?
*Marky has drifted off back to sleep, snoring quite audibly. Arik shrugs his shoulders and places his shades back over his eyes.*
Arik: My thoughts exactly, buddy.
*Arik lounges back and places his hands behind his head before drifting off to sleep as well. The scene fades out to black.*