Post by coolguylol on Jul 26, 2007 13:06:58 GMT -5
What do I do?
A light flickers on, the whole background is black. The only source of light is from the back. Another light flicks on this one clearer. It is a small room, only two tables. Magazines are scattered throughout the whole room. A chair is sitting in the back blocking the entrance to the door. A pen and a piece of paper is on the floor, the paper is a letter. Then a man emerges from the darkness, this is Thug. Thug bends over picking up the paper, it reads.
Thug this is Stephanie. I decided to write to you, I see you’re facing Reckless. Good luck I really wish you could come back home. See you soon.
Stephanie
Thug looks back at the letter putting it back on the desk, he walks to the chair. Grabbing it, pushing it back to the desk. He opens the door, leading into a small living room. Complete with a TV and two small couches. The TV is on showing a commercial advertising WFWF Merchandise. The t-shirts are in different colors, with a logo in the middle.
Thug opens his closet door, revealing a whole wardrobe of different shirts to wear. On the floor are three pairs of shoes. He looks through the clothes, finally finding a dark grey shirt. On the sleeves are ‘WFWF’ in grey. He puts it on over the white tank top on. He looks around focusing on the couch. A notebook is laying their, Thug walks to it. He opens up the notebook, reading some of the pages.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Well today I am preparing for my match with Reckless. My time to shine, I will be training the hardest this week. Even though I will beat his ass. That weakling doesn’t stand a chance against a pro like me. I am going to embarrass him in front of millions.
Thug flips the pages back some more finding another entry.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I was informed today by Yukio I’m facing Reckless. Who is he? I guess I better do some researching. I’m being booked like crazy, the crowd really loves me. They just come to see me, I’m the main attraction. I did some researching on this ‘Reckless’. Nobody likes him apparently. Stories are scattered all over the internet about how fans hate him. Doesn’t matter to me though.
Thug smiles handing down the notebook, he finds a magazine lying on the floor. He notices the headline ‘RECKLESS IN WFWF, THE NEW CHAMPION?’
Thug looks at the magazine with disgust, he picks it up. Thug tears the pages of the cover in half, then putting them in a ball. He threw it at a trashcan, as it makes it. Thug then grabs the notebook and a pen, as he starts writing.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Stupid ass Reckless is on the cover of everything in WFWF. I’m facing a piece of crap. Like I said before, his ass is mine. That bitch will never try to fight me again. Bitch and crap fit him perfectly. A
ing crapty ass bitch. Reminder: At 12:00 tomorrow fly down to Puerto Rico.
Thug (who will kick Reckless’s ass) out.
Thug puts down the notebook, as he sees a yellow sticky pad note on the coffee table. It reads.
BUY PLANE TICKET TO WFWF EVENT *DONE*
Thug then looks at the tickets to the left of the coffee table. There is only one ticket, private first class. A smaller notebook is seen right by the airplane tickets. Thug picks up the book, as inside the first page is a picture of the WFWF Felo De Se logo. He flips the page again, but his phone rings. He picks it up, as the caller ID says: Flamez. Thug picks it up greeting him nicely.
Thug: Hello Flamez.
Flamez: Hey dude. How’s it going?
Thug: Not too bad, you leaving for Brazil tomorrow?
Flamez: Yeah man, I got a private jet!
Thug: Same for me.
Flamez: When I get their I’m going to visit a friend I used to know.
Thug: Yeah. I’ll probably head down to a gym.
Flamez: Well I guess I better go. See ya.
The Next Day:
Thug is sitting on a small bed; the alarm clock on the left is beeping. The time is 10:01. Thug steps up opening a door into the bathroom.
He walks out with a towel around his waist, he grabs the hair dryer.
Thug steps out of the room, looking nice today. His luggage is sitting on the floor beside the couch; he quickly packs everything inside it. The time is shown going faster; the minutes are passing by so quickly.
A limo is passing cars trying to get to the airport as quickly as he can. Thug is sitting inside the limo reading a News Magazine. He puts it down back in his briefcase.
Thug is stepping inside the jet finally, sitting inside. A small coffee table, drinks are sitting atop of it. The seats are pure soft, relaxing Thug. He sits down as the man shuts the door; the plane heads off into the blue sky.
Thug’s journal is shown, as a new post is in it already.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
I’m on the plane to Brazil. It’s gonna be a long flight. I’ll write some more later.
Thug reaches in one of the briefcases, pulling out a laptop. The laptop brand new is in great condition. He opens it up turning on the AIM program, his friend Flamez is online.
Thug: Hey man!
Flamez: On the jet, I suppose?
Thug: Yeah.
Flamez: Yeah. I am just sitting here.
Thug: See you’re in the Felo De Se Card
Flamez: Yeah, your facing Reckless.
Thug: I’m gonna beat his ass, then beat his ass some more
Flamez: Food is done, see you later.
Thug then turns the laptop off, shutting it down. He then looks at his journal with a smile on his face. The sky is shown, the plane is flying off in the distance.
