Post by Hazeone-Supreme on Apr 4, 2011 0:54:41 GMT -5
The camera fades in to the parking lot of the AWF arena. A car pulls up to the entrance blasting some GWAR from the speakers. Part of the window rolls down to exhale a cloud of smoke. As the car comes to a halt, the engine shuts off but the music keeps going. One of the stage hands heads over to the drivers side and knocks on the window.
"Excuse me sir, you cannot park here. This area is for talent only."
The window rolls down and shows the top part of a head: Ponytail with sunglasses.
"Yea, I am part of the talent actually."
The stage hand looks around the car and snickers.
"Funny, you don't look like the talent. Are you sure you are in the right spot?"
At that moment, the music stops and the door opens. A man steps out wearing a zipper sweater, jeans and a set of black gloves. He turns to look at the man and takes off his glasses. It is visible that his eyes are blood red. He begins.
"You know bro? It's funny you should ask me that. Last time I was in a situation like this, some random guy told me I was in the wrong spot. Took one look at me and said I didn't have what it took to be there. So, I took it with stride. Still being a new guy, fresh off the boat so to speak I came to accept that. Fast forward and there I was: Holding the X-Violence champion ship. Fast forward again: Holding the United States Champion ship, both titles on more than one occasion. Fast forward yet again: Holding the World Heavyweight Championship."
The man then puts his hand on the mans shoulder.
"Now this brings me to here: In the AWF parking lot. Brand new to the company and I get the same response."
The worker looks at the man as if he is expected to be hit. The man starts laughing.
"Don't worry bro, I'm not gonna hit you, not my style. I'm just gonna take my stuff in and look for who's in charge in this place and get situated."
The man goes to the trunk of the car and takes out a bag and an iPod, puts one ear in, turns on the music, puts the bag over his shoulders and begins to walk inside. The worker calls to him.
"Where did you work before?"
Not missing a step to the door he responds.
"OCW"
As he keeps walking the worker calls him again.
"Wait! I didn't even catch your name."
The man stops, puts on his sunglasses, turns his head and gives a smirk.
"Call me Haze."
He turns back, put in the other ear and enters the AWF arena.
"Excuse me sir, you cannot park here. This area is for talent only."
The window rolls down and shows the top part of a head: Ponytail with sunglasses.
"Yea, I am part of the talent actually."
The stage hand looks around the car and snickers.
"Funny, you don't look like the talent. Are you sure you are in the right spot?"
At that moment, the music stops and the door opens. A man steps out wearing a zipper sweater, jeans and a set of black gloves. He turns to look at the man and takes off his glasses. It is visible that his eyes are blood red. He begins.
"You know bro? It's funny you should ask me that. Last time I was in a situation like this, some random guy told me I was in the wrong spot. Took one look at me and said I didn't have what it took to be there. So, I took it with stride. Still being a new guy, fresh off the boat so to speak I came to accept that. Fast forward and there I was: Holding the X-Violence champion ship. Fast forward again: Holding the United States Champion ship, both titles on more than one occasion. Fast forward yet again: Holding the World Heavyweight Championship."
The man then puts his hand on the mans shoulder.
"Now this brings me to here: In the AWF parking lot. Brand new to the company and I get the same response."
The worker looks at the man as if he is expected to be hit. The man starts laughing.
"Don't worry bro, I'm not gonna hit you, not my style. I'm just gonna take my stuff in and look for who's in charge in this place and get situated."
The man goes to the trunk of the car and takes out a bag and an iPod, puts one ear in, turns on the music, puts the bag over his shoulders and begins to walk inside. The worker calls to him.
"Where did you work before?"
Not missing a step to the door he responds.
"OCW"
As he keeps walking the worker calls him again.
"Wait! I didn't even catch your name."
The man stops, puts on his sunglasses, turns his head and gives a smirk.
"Call me Haze."
He turns back, put in the other ear and enters the AWF arena.
