Post by Sam Keane on Jan 26, 2011 16:23:51 GMT -5
The newly signed youngster arrives in his assigned locker room. A tremendous feeling of pride runs through the young man’s body, evident by the silly smile plastered all over his face. His demeanour is reminiscent of a child on Christmas morning. He looks around in disbelieve that Smarky had seen fit to not only back the young man with a two year contract but rewarded him with his own locker room. Sam paces over to his locker and immediately opens it hanging up his hoody on the peg revealing a GHW DOD t shirt. Keane picks up his kick bag and places it on the shelf of the locker before retrieving his wrist tape from inside the bag.
Sam “I can’t believe I have my own locker room, not to self, DONT SCREW THIS UP.”
He returns to the middle of the ring and sits on the solitary chair, a battered steel fold up, that has clearly seen better days. The same could be said for the room Sam finds himself in as to many of the other members of the roster it was nothing more than an old janitorial closet. The faint scent of ammonia hanging in the air proved that statement held merit; this however was no problem for Sam. Where others seen the negative, Sam only seen the positives and the potential. For him it was a physical representation of all his hard work, a reward for all that sweat and blood he put into impressing on the independent scene. Sam finally manages to open the tape and immediately begins taping his wrist when he is disturbed by a knock on the door. His head immediately raises, his eyes lock on the battered frame as he responds.
Sam” Come on in, it’s open.”
Tbc anyone. (Positive or negative feel free to be creative, just wanted to get some rping with sam.)
Sam “I can’t believe I have my own locker room, not to self, DONT SCREW THIS UP.”
He returns to the middle of the ring and sits on the solitary chair, a battered steel fold up, that has clearly seen better days. The same could be said for the room Sam finds himself in as to many of the other members of the roster it was nothing more than an old janitorial closet. The faint scent of ammonia hanging in the air proved that statement held merit; this however was no problem for Sam. Where others seen the negative, Sam only seen the positives and the potential. For him it was a physical representation of all his hard work, a reward for all that sweat and blood he put into impressing on the independent scene. Sam finally manages to open the tape and immediately begins taping his wrist when he is disturbed by a knock on the door. His head immediately raises, his eyes lock on the battered frame as he responds.
Sam” Come on in, it’s open.”
Tbc anyone. (Positive or negative feel free to be creative, just wanted to get some rping with sam.)
