Post by Thomas Walker on Jul 27, 2010 11:50:40 GMT -5
Parked outside a desolate gas station one of GHW's newest talents lies atop a rusted '91 Chevrolet Caprice rental car. Relaxing his head of blonde hair back on his intertwined hands he stares at the cloudy grey sky through a set of black shades, all-the-while sucking smoke through a hand rolled cigarette. His ears prick up and his cheek muscles twitch as he hears the garage door swing open.
Thomas:"They didn't have any pepsi, got the next best thing."
James:"What?"
Thomas:"RC."
His contorted face does enough to show his disgruntlement, he sits up but doesn't offer a reply, instead simply taking his Cola and a packet of generic chips from his brothers hands before rolling off the bonnet and getting in the passenger side of the car. Waiting for his brother to join him the Huntsville born Fighty fighty person pops the can and starts eating. Having stretched, the younger brother finally gets in the car alongside his sibling and starts the engine.
Thomas:"Well here we go brother."
Sharing a short look, they each open their Royal Crown bottles at the same time and take a reserved sip and with the same synchronisity shown previously they each crane their necks and spit the hogwash out the window, followed by the containers themselves. Speeding out of the dusty sideroad and onto the highway Tommy suddenly bursts into song:
Thomas:"On the road again, goin' places that I've never been...."
Both:"Ha ha ha ha!"
Controlling the wheel in his left hand, Thomas incessantly fiddles with a worn road map trying to get his head around the layout of which. His eyes quickly dart between his guide and the road ahead though any danger this may cause is dramatically reduce by the fact he has slowed down to a snails pace.
Thomas:"I can't make any sense of this thing...Oh wait...Nope nothing...Here, take this..."
James:"Zzzzzzzz."
Thomas:"JAMES!"
Jutting out of his sleep state, James yanks the road map from his brothers hand and throws it out the car. Pointing to a dog walker twenty feet up the road James exhaustedly splutters:
James:"Just pull over and ask that guy."
Thomas:"We don't need to ask anyone; I know exactly where we're going I uh just don't know exactly where we are."
James:"Pull over!"
Muttering under his breath, Tommy reluctantly pulls over, rolls down the driver side window and beckons the sixty plus man to the roadside.
Thomas:"Excuse me friend, you couldn't tell us where GHW is being held this week could you?"
Scoffing at the crudely dressed Fighty fighty persons, the man simply nods in the direction of the Nationwide Arena across the street decorated in dozens of Glory & Honour Wrestling banners and magnetically drawing in flocks of fans. Pulling into a nearby carpark the two men clamber out the car and grab their bags, both dressed in the effects of their journey they gingerly walk towards the building. The sun in their faces, their destiny lying just ahead, neither utter a word; No words need be said.
End Of Thread
Notes: I know this seems a little aimless or perhaps without purpose but I felt it important to do 'something' before my first match. Consider this "coming to GHW" one of three for now, there may be more or less but thats the figure we're shooting for.[/color]
Thomas:"They didn't have any pepsi, got the next best thing."
James:"What?"
Thomas:"RC."
His contorted face does enough to show his disgruntlement, he sits up but doesn't offer a reply, instead simply taking his Cola and a packet of generic chips from his brothers hands before rolling off the bonnet and getting in the passenger side of the car. Waiting for his brother to join him the Huntsville born Fighty fighty person pops the can and starts eating. Having stretched, the younger brother finally gets in the car alongside his sibling and starts the engine.
Thomas:"Well here we go brother."
Sharing a short look, they each open their Royal Crown bottles at the same time and take a reserved sip and with the same synchronisity shown previously they each crane their necks and spit the hogwash out the window, followed by the containers themselves. Speeding out of the dusty sideroad and onto the highway Tommy suddenly bursts into song:
Thomas:"On the road again, goin' places that I've never been...."
Both:"Ha ha ha ha!"
*Seven hours later*
Controlling the wheel in his left hand, Thomas incessantly fiddles with a worn road map trying to get his head around the layout of which. His eyes quickly dart between his guide and the road ahead though any danger this may cause is dramatically reduce by the fact he has slowed down to a snails pace.
Thomas:"I can't make any sense of this thing...Oh wait...Nope nothing...Here, take this..."
James:"Zzzzzzzz."
Thomas:"JAMES!"
Jutting out of his sleep state, James yanks the road map from his brothers hand and throws it out the car. Pointing to a dog walker twenty feet up the road James exhaustedly splutters:
James:"Just pull over and ask that guy."
Thomas:"We don't need to ask anyone; I know exactly where we're going I uh just don't know exactly where we are."
James:"Pull over!"
Muttering under his breath, Tommy reluctantly pulls over, rolls down the driver side window and beckons the sixty plus man to the roadside.
Thomas:"Excuse me friend, you couldn't tell us where GHW is being held this week could you?"
Scoffing at the crudely dressed Fighty fighty persons, the man simply nods in the direction of the Nationwide Arena across the street decorated in dozens of Glory & Honour Wrestling banners and magnetically drawing in flocks of fans. Pulling into a nearby carpark the two men clamber out the car and grab their bags, both dressed in the effects of their journey they gingerly walk towards the building. The sun in their faces, their destiny lying just ahead, neither utter a word; No words need be said.
End Of Thread
Notes: I know this seems a little aimless or perhaps without purpose but I felt it important to do 'something' before my first match. Consider this "coming to GHW" one of three for now, there may be more or less but thats the figure we're shooting for.[/color]