Post by The Masked Superstar on Jul 7, 2022 12:32:29 GMT -5
MORNING
A man gets let into the WFWF offices by Security.
Hey Matt, How’s your morning?
Ehhh… It could be better, but you know gotta keep truckin’ along.
Specially with the tour comin’ up and all..
Well I’ll let you get to work, take it easy.
Matt nods to the security guard and goes and sits behind the front desk. Matt puts a name plate on the desk that reads. “Matthew, Concierge”
The security guard opens the doors as the time hits 8:00 A.M.
An old man walks into the building, and hobbles over to the front desk and lays a folded piece of paper on the desk. Matt looks at the old man with a strange face.
How may I help you today sir?
I have a letter for the people in charge.
Okay… I’ll personally get this up to them for you.. I just gotta handle my morning duties.
The old man nods, and walks out of the door.
Matt chuckles to himself, and decides to throw the piece of paper in the trash.
NIGHT
Matt is gathering his things to go home, but stops and decides to grab the piece of paper out of the trashcan. Matt looks around before placing the paper into his backpack.
Matt gets into his Toyota Carolla and drives home, but when he arrives at his driveway. He decides to have a cigarette and read the letter the old man wrote.
The Letter:
The more I wrestle the more I disappoint myself. I’m finding myself time and time again, constantly and steadily disappointed. I’m disappointed in my last match, and in this letter I’ll explain to you why and few more gripes to get off my chest.
My match with Mesh was a grueling, but in the end unfair contest. The referee incharge of that match has brought much disgrace to his family and his profession. The pinfall count was very fast, and anyone who knows their craft would call that fast. She put me through hell, but not enough to keep me down for the one..two…three.
Something else is in play. The fact the higher ups at this company don’t understand me or my lifestyle, and it confuses them how I can put myself in this much pain for a company. It confuses them to the point of trying to make me look weak and keep me stuck in the opening matches.
They also want me to look stupid too, putting me against KARATE STEVE for this next show. KARATE STEVE!? (BLOOD STAIN)..aims to have won over one hundred streetfights. ONE HUNDRED STREETFIGHTS… I’m not even gonna touch that one.
Any man who brags about their strength and toughness and doesn’t show it, should not be believed. So with that said, this match with KARATE STEVE will be a series of tests. (BLOOD STAIN)
TEST 1: Did WFWF pity me with this match, or are they just trying to make me look stupid?
TEST 2: Is KARATE STEVE as tough as he claims to be?
TEST 3: How much pain will a person go through to win a match?
TEST 4: Am I gonna do this to myself for much longer?
(A P WRITTEN IN BLOOD)
End of The Letter.
Matt flicks his cigarette out of the window, and rushes into the house.
Matt rushes for his landline, and picks it up and dials a number.
Hello… My name is Matthew and I work for the wrestling company known as the WFWF as a consierge and I’d like to report a suspicious letter that was delivered to…
Headlights are seen shining through the curtain as a car pulls up into Matt’s driveway.
Uh.. I would like.. uh… to report a supsicious letter that…
A knock his heard at the front door.
Uh.. give me a second.. someone is at my door…
….
The End.