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Post by Scotty Dreamer on Sept 17, 2007 1:03:00 GMT -5
The scene outside of the bar is near dusk, a light wind blowing around the old building that is lit up by a vibrant halogen sign. The roar of a turbocharged engine can be heard on the street as a light passes over the bar, showing the grass blow freely next to the blacktop. The light can be seen coming from a gun metal and raven black Yamaha YZF-R1 motorcycle pulling in. The motorcycle looks pretty much stock except for a titanium upgrade to the frame and exhaust and a set of saddlebags that wrap around the back wheel well of the bike. The driver slowly pulls the bike to a clear parking space and drops the kickstand with ease before shutting the bike down. He leans the motorcycle on the kickstand and pulls the key from the ignition on the front. The light clicks off as the key is removed, and the rider pulls his leg gingerly over the top, as if favoring it somehow. The man is wearing a black and gun metal colored helmet to match the bike, a leather jacket and leather chaps over a pair of dark blue jeans. He slowly unzips the jackets before taking the chaps off and revealing that over the favored knee is a sturdy black brace. He folds the chaps up slowly and unhooks one of the saddle bags and places them in, now feeling the brisk air through the denim of his jeans. Before he turns to the door, the man takes off his helmet to reveal his rough and handsome features. His short brown hair is spiking up a little naturally from the helmet he was wearing and he is showing a little bit of stubble from not shaving for a day or two. He places the helmet on the bike and ties it down to the gas tank with a bungee cord before unlatching the seat and collecting a manila folder from the compartment underneath. He then pulls out a cell phone from his pocket and clicks a few buttons before holding it up to his ear.
"Hello..... yeah I'm at the bar..... I gt some results and papers to show you..... I'll go ahead and order some drinks for us...... alright, see you in a few." The man hangs up the phone after the short conversation and turns to the door of the bar. He walks up and pushes the door open, feeling the heat from inside flow over his body as he steps inside to see few patrons and the usual bartender. The man behind the counter shrugs to tell him to sit anywhere, which leads to him picking a nice booth away from most of the people. He lays down the folder and then slides into the booth slowly, so as not to exert his knee any. The bartender makes his way over to the table and wipes it off quickly before looking at the man with a small shaking of his head and a smile. "Well well well, Scotty Dreamer, I ain't seen you in god knows how long. I heard about the attack you had, how are you feeling? Aww, you probably dont want to discuss it with me, you look fine to me, what can I get you?" Scotty smiles back and shakes his head as well, thinking of what he wants to drink. He raps the table with the tips of his fingers a few time before looking at the man.
"Well, my knee is doing great, still hurts every now and then and gets tender, but you can't keep an Irishman down right? I have a guest coming as well, so how about two ginger ales, I'm not really up for any alcohol tonight." Scotty says with a smile as he looks at the clock on the wall and waits for his guest to arrive. The bartender shakes his head again as if amazed at the young athlete. While Scotty waits for both the drinks and his associate, he pulls the folder over and looks down at it with a slight sigh. The sigh is more out of relief than sadness, but it is clear that his brain is working overtime on all of his recent thoughts since the attack he received. The man rubs his knee a little with his hand, a small twinge of pain shooting through it as he looks at the clock and then the door. Scotty shakes his head and leans back, his eyes closed in thought as he waits.
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Post by Zantazm on Sept 18, 2007 23:53:24 GMT -5
Zantazm arrives and enters the quaint establishment. He looks towards the bar for the man he is meeting but does not see him. Instead, he is reached with a glance from the bartender who nods in the direction of Scotty. Zantazm turns to see Scotty sitting in a semi-hidden booth. Zantazm nods back in gratitude to the barkeep and makes his way to the table.
"Hello there, Scotty."
Zantazm reaches his hand out, and the two shake hands as Zantazm takes a seat across from Scotty.
"I got you a gingerale, enjoy."
"Thanks, so what's new? You wanted to show me some papers from your knee injury. How's that feeling?"
Scotty jumps up from his seat and does a squat to show that the knee is fully flexible and strong.
"It's great, boss, it isn't 100% yet, but I can almost do everything from before. I'm happy with the way it's healing."
"Great to hear. With your new promotion to the Lieutenant Division, you'll get a lot of chances to prove its steadiness. It only gets harder and harder as you move up the ladder in GHW. The Lieutenant Division has got some awesome talents right now."
Scotty takes a sip of his drink and nods in agreement.
"You're right, it's a whole new playing field, but I'm excited about it, and I'm going to make some waves. I've got so much that I want to accomplish, and I can't wait to start feuding."
Zantazm grins and then takes a chug from his gingerale.
"So what is it that you'd like to talk about?"
TBC by SCOTTY
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Post by Scotty Dreamer on Sept 28, 2007 5:44:15 GMT -5
Scotty shakes his head with a light laughter. The young Irishman holds up a finger to the waitress walking by and nods to her, signaling a refill. Scotty then quickly finishes his drink and sets the empty glass at the end of the table. He then pulls the folder he had brought with him over and opens it. Out of the folder he pulls a few papers with multiple illegible signatures on them and passes them over to Zantazm. "These here are all of my release forms. As you can see I am passed on Monday Night Combat and Friday Night Mayhem but they want me to stay off of a third show for now, just to see how the stress of two effects me. Of course you know I've been doing good and that will be a part of my next appointment. This is just the legal factors mostly for KingBear and Mr. Bozz that I will discuss with them later on. Plus as you see there is a medication list and the ones in red as shown here...." Scotty picks a pen out of the folder and points to a few various red entries on the page they are surveying now. "These are the medications that I have refused to take due to them either being a form of steroid which I refuse to ever take or having some form of narcotic addiction that could effect me later on. The rest, which I know are very few are either a prescribed pain pill, one is a muscle relaxer and of course I got a note on the knee brace I am sporting right now. All together this is just making sure with our doctor's and the ones I have seen that everyone knows what medications I am on in case of a test or whatever." The waitress walks back up to the table, sitting down two more ginger ales. Scotty smiles at her with his usual roguishness, causing her to blush lightly. Zantazm in turn nods to her with a smile, showing his gratitude on fine service. Zantazm then looks over the papers carefully, taking in the information he feels needed.
"This is all very well organized. I am happy that you've made my job of filing all of this that much easier. I am proud that you've taken all the steps to coming back to GHW as soon as possible the way you have. I shall make sure everything is documented tomorrow and can't wait to hear the results of your next appointment." Zantazm says, pausing for a few moments to finish the rest of his first ginger ale. Scotty sits and listens with a smile on his face, taking a drink of his ginger ale as well. "The Lieutenant Division is a strong one, no doubt about it, and with you back it's only stronger. You had a great run in the Hardcore Division and I've heard and seen many good things since you started. But like GHW, it seems that what I'm hearing and seeing have changed. At first you were, no offense, known as a punk who had potential and a mouth that wouldn't stop. Now you seem more relaxed and focused, like you've only grown not only in skill but also maturity. With all the changes in GHW, considering the monthly aspects I throw in, the retirement of KingBear coming up and all that happens, you may find a lot of good coming from this maturing process. I do have to ask though, what has sparked this in you?" Zantazm says before taking another drink of his ginger ale. Scotty runs his hand through his short chestnut brown hair before resting his elbow on the table and looking down as though deep in thought. Zantazm watches as the man thinks on the question, not sure of what to expect. Scotty raises his head, his eyes meeting with his boss's and shaking his head lightly.
"You know, you are the first person to ask me that. Not even Dave and Ricky seemed to care. Ito mentioned it once, but made it more of a comment before CKY nearly killed him just trying to get a beer out of the fridge. But you were the first to ask. Well, my answer is somewhat simple in a lot of ways. I just lived through an injury that has ended the careers of many many great Fighty fighty persons in the past. A knee injury isn't something I can just shrug off as you know. So while laying in that hospital bed, all I had to do was think and it lead me to where I am now. I have realised that I'm 22 years old, I have been through college, graduated high school with flying colors and then went on to get the greatest job ever.... Why would I want to go and ruin that just to keep from growing up? I know that every single time I step into that ring that I know at least one person is cheering me on, and whether it be just that one person or millions upon millions in the arena and at home that I have to and want to give the fans my everything." Scotty stops for a second, taking a drink of his ginger ale and forcing himself to keep a professional look on this meeting as best he can. He looks at Zantazm and shrugs, catching the man off guard a bit. "And plus.... I am living a dream I had when I was a kid. I am doing something that I consider to be so much fun that I wouldn't give it up for a nine to five any day. I have a dream to do as much as possible before I can't do it anymore. Like one day being able to tell my kids or grandkids that I was 'A GHW Superstar' or 'Sponsored By Zantazm' or hell, maybe one day if I can get through the next few years of college well... 'A GHW General Manager' but of course that won't happen for a long time. But in short, to answer your question.... I think I've been maturing out of the realization of exactly what all I have going for me. That explain it?" Scotty leans back in the seat, picking his glass up and taking a good, healthy drink from it and letting Zantazm take in all he said. The two men sit quietly, the light sound of the small crowd in the bar being heard inaudibly and the sound of a jukebox playing a random 'Fuel' song that Scotty doesn't take the time to think about can be heard decently well.
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Post by Zantazm on Oct 1, 2007 0:48:01 GMT -5
Zantazm pushes aside his empty gingerale and then lifts the new one the bartender brought over. He takes a sip and then sets the glass down. Zantazm briefly looks over the papers Scotty gave him earlier and then hands them back over with a nod.
"Looks good, Scotty. I'm glad to see that you've matured a bit since debuting in GHW, and that you've been sparked to do good things. Planning a successful future is a tough thing to do with all the roadblocks along the way, but seeing how well you bounced back from this knee injury, things are looking up."
Zantazm puts his hand around his gingerale glass, but does not lift it.
"I couldn't help notice that you mentioned having the aspiration of maybe one day being "Sponsored by Zantazm." This actually could become a reality sooner rather than later. Everyone knows that I have a certain big match set up for Gods v. Heretics that involves Matt and I choosing a representative to square off for each of us. It's also well known that a lot of money will be up for grabs. Besides what you've already said, what makes you, Scotty Dreamer, an attractive and intelligent choice for me?"
Scotty tenses up a little at the seriousness of Zantazm's tone. He nervously takes another sip of his gingerale, and then begins to think of a good answer for the boss.
"But before you say anything, you don't need to list your accomplishments or give me a resume. I'm looking for someone who has an x-factor that no one else has. Every GHW Superstar has their own talent and skills, but I'm curious as to what Scotty Dreamer brings to the table."
Zantazm takes a chug from his glass and then puts it back on the coaster. He then folds his arms and waits patiently for a reply. Scotty, meanwhile, cracks one of his knuckles, and then adjusts his posture in his seat before replying.
TBC by SCOTTY
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Post by Scotty Dreamer on Oct 1, 2007 6:22:31 GMT -5
After a second, Scotty places his arms on the table. He laces his fingers together and leans forward a bit, apparently nervous about the question. He bites his lip lightly as he looks at the table, then looks up at Zantazm who has lost most of his friendly features and now looked like Scotty's boss more than a friend. The younger man laughs lightly, barely audible but known by the contraction of muscles seen in his chest. He shakes his head lightly then takes a drink of his ginger ale, relaxing as the cold liquid touches his lips. He sets the glass down calmly and looks at his boss again, his features also more serious. "What is my X-Factor huh? I have been asked that same question by a lot of people.... Teachers, Trainers and Former Employers.... I have realised though that I have always been able to give the same answer time and time again." Zantazm looks on, now seeming intrigued by the young man across from him. Scotty sits up and takes a deep breath, his nerves seeming to calm again as he looks at the man across from him. "Sir, my answer is rather simple. The thing that I believe will set me apart from every other man on the roster isn't my skill in the ring. It's not my former accomplishments and it's not what I have done in the past here in gods And Heretics." Scotty pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to figure a way to say what he wants without faltering the message. Zantazm rubs his chin lightly before refolding his arms and listening.
"I am a graduate of The California College Of The Arts, I have successfully competed in over a dozen Independent Wrestling Federations. I came to GHW and have made a name for myself as both a Fighty fighty person and Showman. Now, those aren't a reason to consider me, but every one was done because of this reason. I may not win every match and I may never hold another Championship Belt, but one thing I will always have is what some men never seem to be able to show to the world....." Zantazm looks on, listening to what the man has to say but keeps himself from showing any emotion towards what Scotty has said. Scotty smiles a bit, taking another drink of ginger ale before continuing. Before he can continue though, a waitress sets down the bill for them and walks off. Before Zantazm can react, Scotty has already laid his hand on the peice of paper and pulled it over to himself. Zantazm goes to say something but is silenced by Scotty shaking his head. Scotty then moves the bill under his folder and looks back over at Zant. "Now, I'll take care of the check, I invited you. But back on topic, I see a lot of men come and go in this career. I've faced the best and I've faced the rest. But there is one reason I believe that I am sitting where I am today and they aren't. As I've been told outside of the building on a number of occasions, I portray that I have the heart and tenacity to aim for a high goal and do everything I can to reach that goal. I know it's probably been said a million times before...." Scotty cracks the rest of his knuckles at once. Zantazm looks at him with a curious look, seeing his smile drop and his expression overall drops a bit. Scotty takes another drink of his ginger ale, then watches as Zantazm follows suit. The Irishman leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and sighing lightly.
"What I am trying to say is, I've spent my life doing everything I can to better myself. I've lost matches and turned around to win my next one.... I've lost chances and turned to get it back again.... No matter what happens in life, you have to get up and try again right? So my 'X-Factor' as you put it.... is my tenacity and my heart. For God, For Ireland, For Slam Jam Nation, it's like a motto that I started when I became friends with Dave Carter. But I bet that I'm considered as droning on now, so I am pretty sure I'm done. I most likely missed something, but all I want to say is that I am willing to do what it takes to get this chance." Scotty leans back in the seat, picking up his glass on the way back and taking a nice long drink of the ginger ale. He shakes his head lightly and smiles his usual roguish grin. He expression seems to revert back to how he was earlier, more confident and less serious than he just was. The young man sits the glass back down and takes a short yet deep breath and then exhales it just as quickly, the air condensing at his teeth and making a light winded sound. He looks towards his boss, who has a curious look on his face at the sudden revert in attitude and composure. "The whole idea of being sponsored by you isn't for money or a chance to get more title shots sir. I am a very respectful person by nature and upbringing. You know that I respect you and Mr. Oliveira completely, not just because you are the General Managers I've worked under, but because you two are the real deal in this company. Both of you take charge of every situation you are in whether it be booking matches or competing in them. One day I hope to obtain that level of respectability for myself, not only by giving everything I have in the ring, but also giving all I can with everything else this company has to offer. Take it to heart that I am not here to showboat my accomplishments and try and win you over with anything, I am here to try and earn your respect and nothing more. So all I ask is that you keep me in mind when it comes to choosing your representative, and in return I'll do everything in my power to earn that right, in and out of the ring." Scotty smiles and nods to show that he has finished what he has to say. The waitress walks by, but stops at the table when she feels Scotty tap her shoulder. He pulls out his wallet and pulls out a twenty dollar bill and hands it to the girl with the check. She looks at him and he winks at her. She blushes lightly and bites her lip before walking away. Scotty smiles and watches her walk away, but not in a way he would have before.
"She is quite the beauty, too bad I'm always on the road with this job." Scotty says out of no where, causing Zantazm to double take to see the waitress again, who he now notices to be a rather pretty young woman with shoulder length light brown hair. Zantazm shakes his head at the blatant topic change. "You adhere to your age well then, but yes she is rather attractive. But from what I hear, when did you start thinking about traveling when it came to women? Of course I only hear rumors, but it seems that you and Mr. Rodriguez seem to enjoy a short get together with a woman over a long lasting relationship. Zantazm says coolly and is answered with a laugh by the Irishman. Scotty shakes his head lightly and rubs the back of his neck lightly with one of his hands. He looks at Zantazm and shakes his head lightly. "I used to, but a girl like that deserves more than a guy that is going to use her for a night and then leave town the next day. I guess it's something I got to realizing lately. Relationships have some faults, but just like everyone on the planet, who wouldn't mind finding that one single person that can make your life complete?" Scotty says with his grin growing lightly. Zantazm looks at the man with almost a new appreciation, hearing him talk highly of something most people take for granted. The younger man relaxes into the cushion of the seat more, letting the muscles in his shoulder and back relax as well. Zantazm on the other hand takes another drink of his ginger ale and takes another look at the young woman. "She seems like a girl any man would be proud to call their significant other. It's almost scary hearing someone from this profession talk so openly about the aspects of finding someone to spend their life with. It seems like some of them don't even think it's worth it. It's good to know there are still some old fashioned kind of guys around. Maybe you should take her out to dinner before you leave, at least show her a pleasant time before you have to move on." Before Zantazm can even finish, Scotty has already noticed her walking back to check on them, a smile on his face when he sees his change in her hand. The two men look at each other and then her before relaxing back into conversation for a little while. In the process of the next few minutes, the girl writes her phone number down and walks away happily, no money leaves anyones hands, and both Scotty and Zant leave an extra five dollar bill a piece on the table which Scotty hides under a menu he had stolen from a table behind them.
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Post by Zantazm on Oct 3, 2007 0:38:56 GMT -5
Zantazm grins as Scotty sheepishly puts the phone number in the pocket of his jeans. The two walk away from the table towards the door.
"Great work back there, Scotty. After everything I've seen and heard tonight, I will definitely put you on my prospect list for the $1000 Bet Match at Gods v. Heretics. You have the potential, and that's what I'm looking for with my pick."
Scotty smiles at the thought of the opportunity to represent Zantazm on the grandest stage in GHW.
"Thanks, boss. It means a lot to hear you say that. I will be eagerly awaiting your announcement for the match."
Zantazm and Scotty Dreamer exit the bar. They shake hands and exchange parting pleasantries as they go their separate ways in the parking lot.
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