Post by Rachel on May 9, 2007 20:14:07 GMT -5
The parking garage of the TD Waterhouse, located in Orlando, Florida, is dimly lit and quiet. A slight breeze blows across the cement construction, sending a few misplaced brown leaves fluttering across the ground. They slowly drift to the pavement as the breeze dies down. Outside a desperately needed rain is falling, leaving Florida residents hopeful for the lift of the current state-wide burn ban.
A silver 2009 Camaro Concept comes gliding into the parking garage. The windshield wipers are waving furiously. They slow and then shut off completely. The car skirts into a space and the engine dies. The silver paint is dotted with specks of water, gleaming in the low lighting.
The driver's side door swings open and out steps Rachel. She is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, flip flops and a black tee shirt that says 'You Stay Classy, San Diego'. She pulls her title belt out, slings it over her shoulder and shuts the car door.
Rachel moves towards a large, steel door and twists the handle. She enters the building and finds herslef in a long hallway, leading all different ways. She stays the course, moving forward toward her destination of choice. On the doors she passes there are names stenciled across: Szaban, The Answer, The Meds, Thor, Corporal Punishment and many more. At the very end of the hallway is a door marked 'Makaveli'.
Rachel grabs the knob, practically swinging the door off of its hinges and storms in. She lets the door slam shut behind her. Makaveli's head snaps up from his desk, at first a look of shock corsses his face, followed by anger. Before he can say a word, Rachel starts in...
What the hell is going on around here? Last week, I am put in a match with a rookie and two morons that I've already humiliated. What a bunch of bullshit, Mak! This week you've got me fighting a cripple. I demand that this match be cancelled immediately. This is ridiculous. Have you seen this guy? Have you taken a look at his latest T.V. appearance? Corporal is falling down like a lame horse. I don't deserve to climb into the ring with a piece of human garbage like that, Mak. I am the XVI Xtreme Champion. I've won every match that I've ever been put in...This is...this is...an outrage! I did not join this company to play around in a bunch of shenanigans like this...Now, what are you going to do about this?
Rachel slams both hands down on the desk and leans forward, a fierce look on her face. The look of a spoiled child not getting what she wants. She awaits Makaveli's reply.
A silver 2009 Camaro Concept comes gliding into the parking garage. The windshield wipers are waving furiously. They slow and then shut off completely. The car skirts into a space and the engine dies. The silver paint is dotted with specks of water, gleaming in the low lighting.
The driver's side door swings open and out steps Rachel. She is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, flip flops and a black tee shirt that says 'You Stay Classy, San Diego'. She pulls her title belt out, slings it over her shoulder and shuts the car door.
Rachel moves towards a large, steel door and twists the handle. She enters the building and finds herslef in a long hallway, leading all different ways. She stays the course, moving forward toward her destination of choice. On the doors she passes there are names stenciled across: Szaban, The Answer, The Meds, Thor, Corporal Punishment and many more. At the very end of the hallway is a door marked 'Makaveli'.
Rachel grabs the knob, practically swinging the door off of its hinges and storms in. She lets the door slam shut behind her. Makaveli's head snaps up from his desk, at first a look of shock corsses his face, followed by anger. Before he can say a word, Rachel starts in...
What the hell is going on around here? Last week, I am put in a match with a rookie and two morons that I've already humiliated. What a bunch of bullshit, Mak! This week you've got me fighting a cripple. I demand that this match be cancelled immediately. This is ridiculous. Have you seen this guy? Have you taken a look at his latest T.V. appearance? Corporal is falling down like a lame horse. I don't deserve to climb into the ring with a piece of human garbage like that, Mak. I am the XVI Xtreme Champion. I've won every match that I've ever been put in...This is...this is...an outrage! I did not join this company to play around in a bunch of shenanigans like this...Now, what are you going to do about this?
Rachel slams both hands down on the desk and leans forward, a fierce look on her face. The look of a spoiled child not getting what she wants. She awaits Makaveli's reply.
