Back in the saddle(TBC: Anyone)

[thumbtackjack]

Having a day before his debut with the promotion, a new signee who was dressed in dark blue jeans which were slightly faded at the knees, and dressed in a muscle shirt that had a certain graphic on it. In the back it said "Before" and it was a picture of Jack, much younger and with his face covered in blood after losing one of the many hardcore matches he used to favor. The front of the shirt read "After" and had a picture of the very same man in a suit, with what seemed to be a college diploma and the other hand giving a thumbs up with the caption "Knowledge is power!".

The headset he wore so he didn't have to touch the filth of the standard microphone was in place, and was actually playing the music of "The Doors" the song was "Love her Madly", of course doing what any other individual would do, the man was doing the shoulders as he walked. If you didn't know, the shoulders is a dance where you just wildly swing your shoulders from side to side instead of actually busting out some hardcore mamajamage moves.

The shoulders would continue, walking down the long corridor which was filled with staff members, Fighty fighty persons, fans that ahd managed to break in, and of course catering. Excited to be back in the wrestling business, this man who took his character all too seriously would soon be disturbed by none other than...

TBC: Anyone! <3

[Wyziner]

He is disturbed by a commotion involving an impeccably well-dressed man, who is locked in an all-out shouting match with several security guards and wrestling officials. He is tall and grim looking, his sunken eyes darken a sallow face that overflows with stubble; the crown of his head is topped with matted greasy hair, which is slicked back behind his ears. He had been smoking a hand rolled cigarette under a sign that clearly designated the area as non-smoking. The guards insist that he should step outside, he insist that they should fuck off. The flight to Boston from Vegas had been long and unnecessarily bothersome, and after arriving he wasn’t much for making concessions for over-sensitive people who couldn’t appreciate quality tobacco. However after the guardsmen threatened getting the police involved, Bryan Wyziner relents. He snuffs the cigarette, and makes his way toward the nearest corridor, which coincidentally is were Jack is standing.

It was these kind of things that upset him; non-smoking areas, and having his stride interrupted by the rabble, however he could tell that this man was different, not like your everyday run of the mill Joe. He was no spectator, not a member of the ring crew; he had an old familiar haze over his eyes. It was that numb glare of a man that had experienced pain, so much pain that something in his mind had broken and made him numb to more pain. Strong jaw, squared shoulders, one could tell easily that he was a competitor.

This further bothered Wyziner, for the man in front of him had some worth, but he wore the apparel of a Jack Nobody, and as far as Wyziner was concerned, carried himself with about the same amount of swagger as a wet chicken. A man, a real man, should play his role well, and above all things he should dress as though he deserves to be successful. Thumbtack in his Graphic tee-shirt and department store jeans was just begging to be the focal point of Wyziner’s rage.

“What the fuck are you looking at, better yet, why are you here?”

Wyziner asks, but before Jack has a time to answer or even process what’s happening Wyziner interjects.

“You must really think you’re something right, standing in my fucking way. With your community college degree, and your JVC headset; what gives you the right to stand in my walking space. Don’t answers that…just move your ass before you and I have a serious fucking problem.”

TBC: Jack