The scene opened up quietly and normally enough. We see that we are inside of the XWF Locker Room, where we find John Brooks sitting there. Brooks had been quiet ever since his signing with the XWF. Some would even say that he was being lazy. Maybe. Or maybe not. Noone knows for sure, but what we do know is that Mister Brooks has a slight spark of potential. It's there. He just hasn't nurtured it. He sat there for the longest time, eyes downcast as he drinks his water. Just regular water from the cooler. He seems to be in deep thought, as he looks around at the many posters on the wall. Sid Feder. Azrael Erebus. Sebastian Duke. That COULD be him. But he had been lazy.

He had to wonder if any of the more experienced XWFers wpuld come to his aid and offer advice. Or would they simply ridicule him?

*Gator puts a dollar in John Brooks cup*

"Get a job you damn hippy!"

*Gator puts a poster of himself next to the others on the wall and leaves the room*

Give up. I'm going to shut this federation down. You won't last long enough to collect a pay check. Get a hair cut, and stop looking like a girl. .

"Typical..."He says toward Gator. "...behaviour from a man too afraid to show his face. But nonetheless, I respect the fact that you're a champion."

Is Gator even listening?

He looks toward Pest. "You seem to have a dick on your head, mate. Mist be a change from takin' in ya gabber an' bum."

How cute. You ask for help, then attempt to vilify the man who paints the road map for you? Because you've failed at wrestling, and came to a horrible fed that will soon shut its doors you've decided to lash out like a naughty babe needing punished? Fret not, Jonathon, I will deal with you in time. For now, it would suit us all if you would just hush your infant mouth, lest someone wire it shut for you.

(09-01-2014, 03:05 PM)John Brooks Said: The scene opened up quietly and normally enough. We see that we are inside of the XWF Locker Room, where we find John Brooks sitting there. Brooks had been quiet ever since his signing with the XWF. Some would even say that he was being lazy. Maybe. Or maybe not. Noone knows for sure, but what we do know is that Mister Brooks has a slight spark of potential. It's there. He just hasn't nurtured it. He sat there for the longest time, eyes downcast as he drinks his water. Just regular water from the cooler. He seems to be in deep thought, as he looks around at the many posters on the wall. Sid Feder. Azrael Erebus. Sebastian Duke. That COULD be him. But he had been lazy.

He had to wonder if any of the more experienced XWFers wpuld come to his aid and offer advice. Or would they simply ridicule him?

Doctor Louis D'Ville is seen walking behind him. The Doctor stops when he notices Brooks sitting alone and walks over to him. The Doctor spits and puffs out smoke as he speaks...


Doctor D'Ville- Hello there!

The Doctor pulls a card from inside his coat pocket. He extends his hand and tips his hat.

Doctor D'Ville- My name is Doctor Louis D'Ville and it looks like you could use a friend. Please, take my card.