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Franklin Fresh · **05-04-2013, 11:19 PM**

[With his knuckles mere inches away from rapping upon the door, Franklin Fresh pauses for a moment. His nerves and excitement ever since he was contacted by the XWF have been in overdrive. It seemed like only yesterday he was contacted by a representative of ‘Wednesday Night Warfare’ general manager Wallace Witasick. Actually it was yesterday. The man had sounded enthusiastic when he had called Franklin and arranged for him to come to the XWF headquarters and discuss his first match at the upcoming show.

Franklin continues to stare at the door in front of him. He finally takes a deep breath and is about to knock, when the door suddenly opens up revealing a large imposing man in front of him. Though physically intimidating, his eyes were soft and warm and he greeted Franklin with the same enthusiasm he had on the phone the night previously.]

“Mr Foster! Just in time. Please come on through and take a seat, I will be with you in a moment.”

[Franklin walks into the minimalistic, smart office and takes a seat on a stiff leather seat in front of the desk, taking in the wide array of XWF merchandise dotted around the room. As he promised, the fellow returned quickly and sat in his desk chair in front of Franklin. After studying each other in silence for a moment, Franklin holds out his sweaty palm and shakes the man by the hand.]

Franklin – “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person Mr Royce.”

Royce – “The pleasure is mine Mr Foster. Now then, let’s get straight down to it now shall we? Last night on the phone we discussed an opening in a forthcoming show for you to have your first match with us at XWF. As a representative of Mr Witasick, I am pleased to confirm your spot in the opening match at ‘Wednesday night Warfare’. This is the show you have been assigned to. Mr Witasick thinks you have a lot of potential and could go far on the brand. “

Franklin – “That’s awesome! I promise I won’t let him down. I was actually hoping to be on the Warfare brand as I think ‘Monday madness’ and ‘Shove it Saturday’ might be a little out of my league at this point in my career.”

Royce – “Well I hope you don’t expect Warfare to be a picnic Kiddo, There’s an incredible amount of talent on our brand too. I have heard your opponent is quite the high flyer, and has a huge arsenal of aerial manoeuvres judging from what I have seen in her tape…”

Franklin – “Wait a second… Did you just say… HER?!”

Royce – “Oh yes, didn’t I say? Your first match will be with a woman, live on Warfare! Isn’t that great? The fans will love it! Two new comers… One is a flying female, the other a mat technical male. The ratings will be great. I would love to credit myself with the idea but it was in fact general manager Mr Witasick who came up with it. That is why he is general manager I guess!”

[Franklin looked visibly upset. He tried to smile back at the man in front of him but couldn’t. He realized he would have to start at the bottom and work his way up, but to be fighting a woman instead of a man… He felt like a joke. He found himself out of his seat now and pacing around Mr Royce’s office shaking his head, his blonde locks swinging as he does so. Mr Royce sat back in his chair and stared at the young wannabe superstar, with a confused look on his face.]

Royce – “Is there a problem Franklin?”

Franklin – “I just… Don’t understand. I’m sure she is a talented wrestler but it just doesn’t seem right somehow fighting a woman for my first professional match.”

Royce – “Mr Foster. Do you know where you are?”

Franklin – “What do you mean?”

Royce – “This is the XWF! This is the greatest professional wrestling promotion in the world. It is innovative and exciting and keeps the world entertained because it offers things that no other company can. This is the match you have been assigned, by the general manager himself! And he usually doesn’t bother with young wrestlers who have zero experience in this world of ours. Clearly he thought you could handle it. Was he wrong? If so, maybe the XWF is not the place for you at all.”

[Again, Franklin begins pacing around the room. He was always told by Butch that in the world of wrestling, always expect the unexpected. He could not have expected this. He had filled his head the previous night with the idea that he would have a chance to take on some of the wrestlers he saw in the tape, such as Michael Taylor or Jason E. Smith. What would he do when he was stood opposite this female competitor on the night? What if he just froze… too scared to actually perform any holds on her in case he hurt her? What if she beat him? His first professional match and he were then beat by a woman? His career would be over before it even began. At last he sat back down in his seat, his mind clogged with so many thoughts about this revelation. Mr Royce, the representative of general manager Wallace Witasick, continued to gaze at Franklin in silence, perhaps wondering if the kid has been a big waste of time.]

Franklin – “What’s her name?”

Royce – “Kristen Silver. She seems a bit full of herself if you ask me, though like you she seems to have a lot of potential. I heard that apparently throughout her training, she was constantly knocking out her opponents with a trademark super kick she does. One guy needed to get his jaw wired. Daddy issues I bet…”

Franklin- “The fact remains Mr Royce, that I am very uncomfortable about this... But I am so lucky to be given an opportunity to work here that I can’t just walk away. XWF is the best place to be. So yes I accept that match at the upcoming Warfare taping, and if she is as dangerous as you say she is, I suppose I won’t feel too badly about taking her on and eventually defeating her. A win is a win right?”

Royce – “Spoken like a true XWF superstar! That is what I like to hear! Well there’s a file there on the desk for you with all the details about the show and so forth, you take that with you and I look forward to seeing what you are capable of. Who knows, maybe you might catch the attention of the U.S Champion Sebastian Duke and soon be main eventing the show itself!”

Franklin – “Stranger things have happened I suppose.”

[The two men shake hands as Franklin picks up the heavy file and makes his way towards the door. His thoughts of his upcoming match continue to play havoc with his mind as Mr Royce pats him warmly on the back. If this is what he has to deal with in his first match, who knows what awaits him further down the line at the XWF…]

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