07-15-2014, 03:15 PM
OOC: Scene opens up to Danny Scott enjoying a double cheeseburger combo from McDonald's. He sits at a table, waiting for a special guest to arrive.
God this burger is fucking awful. *spits in disgust* Why the fucking hell did he want to meet me at this shithole. I swear to fucking god if he doesn't come in the next fucking minute, I will shove..... *a strange man with dark-tinted shades and a shirt that says "Fuck America!' walks in the front door. Danny whispers to himself, There's that bastard. *the man scans the room before spotting Scott sitting at a table alone.* *he approaches Scott, pulls out a seat and sits down* Hello again, Daniel. I told you not to call me by my full name, you dickhead! Easy,easy, god I forgot how much of a prick you are. *Scott gets out of his seat, makes a fist, but then sits back down*Why the fuck are you here again?You forgot, didn't you?Well obviously since I'm asking you, you fucking dick.I'm here because.....*the man takes of his shades*Because, I got you a job in the wrestling business.*Scott drops his french fry on the ground*You're kidding me.Nope, 100% serious. I swear to god if you are I will punch your dick so far......Dude chill, I'm serious.Wow, I can't believe it. How did you manage to do that?I have my ways. You're such a prick dude.*Scott punches him in the shoulder*Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment. What promotion?One of the best in the business.Tell me, you fucking dick sandwich!The XWF.What the fuck does that stand for?X-Treme Wrestling Federation, you dumbass.I've never heard of it.I can assure you it's really good. What makes you say that?I watched a few of their tapes. It seems everybody there is an experienced pro. Well if everybody there is an experienced pro, why the fuck did you sign me up?Everybody's gotta start somewhere, broI guess you're right.Yeah I gotta go catch a flight.Where to?That's not important, dude. What's important is your new career as a wrestler. *Scott and the man fist bump, and the man starts heading towards the exit*Good luck, you're gonna need it.*Scott waves as the man leaves McDonald's.*Scott whispers to himself, Thanks, Malcolm
The camera fades to black.
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