Post by Desperado on Mar 11, 2007 10:39:56 GMT -5
An old rusty Fiesta parks outside Chris Walker's apartment and horns to get Chris out quick as if they were getting late. It is still dark outside and you would think everyone would be asleep at this time.
But not Chris. Chris opens the door within seconds of the horn as he was in wait for this, counting every passing second.
He had a bag in his right hand which most probably was carrying his wrestling gear as he was dressed in a black shirt and trousers.
Chris sits in the car and sets off for the try-outs.
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On arriving at the car park, they park at a corner of the parking lot. There do not seem to be as many cars yet but there still are a hell of a lot for 6 a.m. in the morning. Mikey and Chris both walk towards the backstage entrance to the GHW arena, however a security guard approaches them.
Guard: "Are you for try-outs? Cause if you are, ... they're being held in the ring. But first you must report to the conference room straight ahead where your details will be taken, from there you will go to the changing rooms which are to the left of the conference room. Once changed, report back to the conference room were you will await your try-out in a queue."
The guard looks towards Chris, "You should be fine to go, but your Friend here might be a little old. I'm sorry but I cannot allow him to enter."
Mikey immediately protests, "No, you got it all wrong, I ain't here to wrestle, ... I'm his manager, I do all the paper work and ..."
He is cut off by the Guard, "I understand what you say but I cannot allow you enter, besides I reckon he is should be able to manage himself in there, looks clever enough to me."
Chris has a word to Mikey on their own, ... Mikey doesn't look very pleased but agrees and waves Chris goodbye before heading of to his car.
Mikey: "Give us a ring when they're over, I'll pick you up."
Chris: "Don't worry, ... I will."
With that Mikey drives off as Chris is escorted inside the building.
Chris walks through to the conference room to find many young athletes already there. There were people from different cities and countries. Chris kept himself to himself and filled in an application form and handed it to one the staff members. He then was then given a number.
[glow=red,2,300]38[/glow]
Chris saw the counter scroll past 12 and realised how long he will have to wait.
But not Chris. Chris opens the door within seconds of the horn as he was in wait for this, counting every passing second.
He had a bag in his right hand which most probably was carrying his wrestling gear as he was dressed in a black shirt and trousers.
Chris sits in the car and sets off for the try-outs.
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On arriving at the car park, they park at a corner of the parking lot. There do not seem to be as many cars yet but there still are a hell of a lot for 6 a.m. in the morning. Mikey and Chris both walk towards the backstage entrance to the GHW arena, however a security guard approaches them.
Guard: "Are you for try-outs? Cause if you are, ... they're being held in the ring. But first you must report to the conference room straight ahead where your details will be taken, from there you will go to the changing rooms which are to the left of the conference room. Once changed, report back to the conference room were you will await your try-out in a queue."
The guard looks towards Chris, "You should be fine to go, but your Friend here might be a little old. I'm sorry but I cannot allow him to enter."
Mikey immediately protests, "No, you got it all wrong, I ain't here to wrestle, ... I'm his manager, I do all the paper work and ..."
He is cut off by the Guard, "I understand what you say but I cannot allow you enter, besides I reckon he is should be able to manage himself in there, looks clever enough to me."
Chris has a word to Mikey on their own, ... Mikey doesn't look very pleased but agrees and waves Chris goodbye before heading of to his car.
Mikey: "Give us a ring when they're over, I'll pick you up."
Chris: "Don't worry, ... I will."
With that Mikey drives off as Chris is escorted inside the building.
Chris walks through to the conference room to find many young athletes already there. There were people from different cities and countries. Chris kept himself to himself and filled in an application form and handed it to one the staff members. He then was then given a number.
[glow=red,2,300]38[/glow]
Chris saw the counter scroll past 12 and realised how long he will have to wait.
