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| The Arrival of Robert Black; It's Strife alright - Robert Black RP. | |
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| Strife | Jul 18 2007, 06:05 PM Post #1 |
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It was a comfortable ride, to say the least – but Robert Black always liked planes. As a matter of fact, he loves just about everything he does. Success just seemed to follow him through his life and it shows no sign of stopping, especially now. Robert Black was sitting in first class sipping his coffee and reading a newspaper, his morning ritual. He was scheduled to arrive within a few hours in San Jose, California where FIW was holding their weekly show – ReVolt. He was pumped as hell. And this would seem normal for him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was more pumped than usual. Wrestling as a passion and this time, he was in the big time. No more small time promotions for him, he had just signed on to his dream home. Full Intensity Wrestling to him was a godsend; but not in the sense that he needed one. It was more like fulfilling a life long dream and while on the plane he tried to keep his composure the best he could, dressed in a nice white suit so he could show up at the arena proper before changing into his ring attire, lacing his boots and stepping into the “squared circle” against his first opponent. He was giddy like a kid on his first day of school. This was a whole new thing to him – not wrestling of course, but being in a major promotion where he could prove his skills to millions of fans. But in the end, he smirked in his thoughts. It wasn’t the number that mattered it was the reaction they gave. A hundred can sound like a million if they like what you’re doing. Robert Black flipped another page on his newspaper and took another sip of coffee moving from the editorials to the sports section. Everything seemed to move in slow motion during the flight, including his ability to read his morning paper. His thoughts kept interrupting him in the middle of his reading and he ended up reading things over and over but his thoughts overcame. Once during this sitting, he even set the newspaper down to just sit and dwell of a moment before he could clear his mind and resume his readings. [align=center]…Some time later…[/align] The flight went past much quicker when Robert could just settle down on his readings. When he finished, he simply moved on to one of many wrestling magazines, and then another, and another, until they finally called for landing. After landing, baggage pickup, and a short walk out to a San Jose cab, he piled his things into the back seat before climbing in himself. Robert Black: San Jose Arena, please. The cabbie nodded and made sure all the doors were shut before he started the meter and drove off toward the hotel. Robert checked his gear again to make sure it was all there. He didn’t want to miss anything-- this was his big night. The drive didn’t take long, which was good because Robert Black was absolutely booming with energy. He wanted in that ring; he wanted to fight his first match at FIW. Cameras greeted him at the front gate like they did everyone else. Fans from his earlier wrestling career recognized him and screamed as he paid the taxi, slung his bags over his shoulders and walked into the arena. The rest were silent, looking him over, waiting to see who he was and what kind of an impact he would have on FIW. The cameras didn’t follow him inside however which was a good thing. He needed to get ready for his match if he could find his locker room… Attendant: Robert Black? Robert turned because somehow the attendant had come from behind him. It wasn’t something to dwell on but it was curious. Robert Black: Yeah? His voice, though he was nothing but a little nervous came off very intense but that was normal for him anyway. He was a big guy, could he help it? The attendant was un-phased, which was good. Attendant: I’m here to make sure you’re welcomed properly and all set up for your first match so welcome to FIW. Is there anything I can help with? Robert liked how the young kid really wanted to help. And it was a good thing he came along; he was honestly lost. Robert Black: Thanks. Do you know where the locker rooms are? Attendant: Everywhere honestly. But yours in particular… He had been holding a clipboard the whole time but Robert had just failed to notice until now. He watched as the attendant flipped a couple of pages back and read down a list until he came to his name. Attendant: Ah. Here it is. You’re down this hall a little ways… He pointed in front of him which made Robert look forward for a moment… Attendant: …you’ll see a sign that says “housings three”, take a left… …he let his arm down and explained while Robert turned back to him. Attendant: And yours should be the first door on the right. Your name will be on a nameplate on the front. Is that all you needed? He was eager to help but Robert had to turn him down. Robert Black: That’s all I needed. Thanks. He adjusted his bags around his shoulder and headed off in the directions given to him until he actually reached the door to his locker room. He couldn’t believe he was actually here. It was amazing to him. The door was unlocked, so he simply opened the door, turned on the light and went right on in. It wasn’t anything special so he would have to add something to make it truly his, but it was all he needed. There was a chair, a TV, a table, a TV stand, a dresser, a bathroom, a map of the arena on the wall, and plenty of room. That’s all he needed honestly. Without further hesitation he threw both of his bags onto the nearby table and pulled out a pair of wrestling boots and an extra shirt for after the match. He took off his jacket shirt and shoes and sat down in the chair to lace up his boots. He thought as he did it which made him mess up a couple of times and he had to go back and redo it because of how deep his thoughts were. He was already a little humbled by the quiet of his locker room. He was about to go out and fight, and all he could do now was wait. Once he got his boots laced, he simply looked up and waited for his call… |
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