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| Dax Staley | Jan 14 2018, 12:21 AM Post #1 |
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{+}Slices of light cut through the blinds of an apartment room. The room smells of stale cigarettes and booze. There’s a light sound of cars passing by but a rather loud alarm clock strikes the room. {+} Ugh. {+}A hand reaches out onto the nightstand from underneath a blanket and smacks the clock. The hand keeps missing and the clock keeps beeping. The hand turns into an arm then into the upper body of a shirtless male as he pulls the covers off and sits up. He rubs his temples and then rips the clock from the stand, tossing it to the nearest wall. Dax Staley had a long, but prosperous, night. He runs his fingers through the strands of hair in front of his face, grabs a bottle of whiskey; maybe it’s scotch, from the floor and takes a swig. Looking over his shoulder, a mop of blonde hair covers the face of a sleeping beauty. Getting up, Dax walks out of the room and into the kitchen. He adjusts his shorts and walks out of the room. The apartment is small, nothing fantastic. Living OK in NYC costs a pretty big apple so he settled with a studio that still costs close to a pretty big apple. He stops in the kitchen and looks at the clock reading 8:00 a.m. Even if everything around him isn’t up too ideal, he takes all of his independent wrestling bookings seriously, which in turn makes him trying to keep a somewhat early workout schedule. Quicker he gets that done, quicker he can get back to the debauchery. After taking a bite from a cold slice of pizza left on the counter, he goes back to the bedroom where his night queen remains sound asleep. He tries to piece it together but this isn’t new. He grabs a shirt from the floor but it’s too tight to put on. It’s hers. He throws it back down and just pulls a tank top from his dresser drawer. The girl wakes up.{+} Night Queen: Hey. {+}She’s a raccoon. Her eyeliner smeared across her eyes. She smiles at him. One of her bottom teeth is missing. Dax is seeing her features adjust in the light. He’s also starting to think it’s time to move on from Chibby’s.{+} Dax: You’re up. Sleep ok? Night Queen: Mmm…yes, I did. Come back to bed. Dax: Great. (smiling) You have to go. Night Queen: Wha? You’re kidding, right? Dax: C’mon. Get your stuff. I’ll call you a cab. Night Queen: Uhm…wow…fine. {+}Visibly frustrated, the Night Queen shoves the covers off and gets up. She’s fairly chubby, has a Marilyn Monroe tattoo on her thigh, and wearing red bra and panties. Dax keeps his smile fresh as he punches in information for a local cab through an app. The two don’t say much as Dax escorts her out. He tries to make small talk but she probably isn’t going to be calling back. Dax sits down at his kitchen table, ready to have a sweet bowl of a hopeful hangover remedy of Sugar Smacks, until his phone rings with an unknown number.{+} Dax: Yeah? (places phone on table, opening the speaker) Phone: Hello! May I please speak with Mr. Staley? Dax: Mhm. Speaking. Phone: Hi! This is the secretary of Jonathan Evergreen from Global Championship Wrestling! How are you today? Dax: Global Championship? I’m not sure I follow. Secretary: Our records indicate you sent an application for our company last night. We have reviewed it this morning and would like to welcome you to come join our team! We were very impressed despite some grammatical errors! {+}This spunky secretary is sort of making this breakfast, and conversation, hard to deal with. Global Championship Wrestling. Dax is part shocked and part unsure if it’s a prank from some local boys he works. GCW has a checkered history and he never thought he’d find his way there. He quickly opens up his e-mail to check his “Sent” mail. There he finds an application sent to GCW Careers from last night with his name spelt wrong and a passage ending with…a link to a YouTube video. He chuckles.{+} Dax: Ah, yeah, yeah. That’s right! And uhm, thanks for the call. What do we do from here? Secretary: Well, are you available to come for a physical and a try-out? Dax: Uh, yeah, sure. When? Secretary: We’d be looking to bring you in as soon as possible, Mr. Staley. Dax: Dax. Dax is fine. Secretary: As soon as possible, Dax! Dax: Let me pull myself together. I’ll be there today. Long Island, correct? Secretary: That’s right! Great! I’ll let Mr. Evergreen know! We will send all the information to the e-mail you provided! Welcome! Dax: Yeah, heh, thanks. {+}He hangs up the call. Did he really send a drunken/hazed job application to one of the biggest wrestling companies in the industry? Did they actually just call him? His phone pings and sure enough an e-mail with the information for GCW comes through. Dax places the cereal bowl into the sink and goes to the bathroom. He stares into the mirror.{+} Dax (to the mirror/himself): Great. I have to go. Get my stuff and call a cab. -END- Edited by Dax Staley, Jan 14 2018, 12:23 AM.
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