Post by royalcrumpet on Feb 28, 2021 6:16:50 GMT -5
A man in a cheap suit is seated behind the desk in his small office workspace, searching through some of his files before finally producing a document, holding it up in front of him as a sly smirk appears on his face.
“See, I told you that I could get you back to work again right away. Didn't I? Now get a load of this.”
A nameplate can be spotted on his messy desk identifying that man as being none other than Vincent Snyder, the agent, talent scout and professional wrestling manager, currently in a meeting with his newest client.
“That my friend is a contract, courtesy of a promotion called New Championship Wrestling, you’ve heard of it?”
He placed the contract down on the desk. The man seated on the opposite side of him appeared to be nodding his head as he picked it up and inspected it, his face blurred out to conceal his identity, but it might be safe to assume this was the mysterious competitor known by the ring name Nemesis.
“Outstanding, so all that's left to do now is to put your signature on the dotted line and it's a done deal. You will become an official member of the nCw roster. They'll have you in action on the very next show. Putting yourself in the position to earn a nice fat paycheck, the first of many.”
Being handed a pen Nemesis wastes no time at all in putting his name to paper, sliding the contract back across the desk and into the waiting hands of his manager.
“And of course it goes without saying that the prize money will be even more substantial should you find yourself in the habit of emerging victorious in these outings. Which is why I will be doing my very best as your manager to help to prepare you for this endeavor.”
Snyder looks over the contract quickly, making sure it was signed properly before setting it aside and turning his full attention back to Nemesis.
“So starting immediately we get you into a full on training camp, I've already found a gym in the area and assembled a small crew of locals for you to work out with. A resource I want you to take full advantage of as we count down the days to your debut in this new promotion. We don't want you suffering from any ring rust when all the bright lights are on and it’s time to shine.”
As Nemesis stands up Snyder pulls a notepad from out of his jacket pocket and quickly jots down an address, tearing the page off and handing it to him.
“In the meantime I shall begin to do meticulous research on the competition, scouting footage of all your future opponents and formulating complex strategies with which to overcome their strengths and defeat them. Together we will take this place by storm. Now come on, let's get this show on the road, shall we?"
Nemesis nods his as Snyder comes and walks him to the door, giving him an enthusiastic pat on the back.
“Go get started with your camp, train hard and prepare yourself. When I see you next I will know all the details for your debut match, and be able to give you some useful information on the poor soul who will become our first target.”
With a proud grin Vincent Snyder watches his client leave the office, shutting the door behind him before he returns to his desk, putting his feet up and relaxing with his hands rested behind his head.
“See, I told you that I could get you back to work again right away. Didn't I? Now get a load of this.”
A nameplate can be spotted on his messy desk identifying that man as being none other than Vincent Snyder, the agent, talent scout and professional wrestling manager, currently in a meeting with his newest client.
“That my friend is a contract, courtesy of a promotion called New Championship Wrestling, you’ve heard of it?”
He placed the contract down on the desk. The man seated on the opposite side of him appeared to be nodding his head as he picked it up and inspected it, his face blurred out to conceal his identity, but it might be safe to assume this was the mysterious competitor known by the ring name Nemesis.
“Outstanding, so all that's left to do now is to put your signature on the dotted line and it's a done deal. You will become an official member of the nCw roster. They'll have you in action on the very next show. Putting yourself in the position to earn a nice fat paycheck, the first of many.”
Being handed a pen Nemesis wastes no time at all in putting his name to paper, sliding the contract back across the desk and into the waiting hands of his manager.
“And of course it goes without saying that the prize money will be even more substantial should you find yourself in the habit of emerging victorious in these outings. Which is why I will be doing my very best as your manager to help to prepare you for this endeavor.”
Snyder looks over the contract quickly, making sure it was signed properly before setting it aside and turning his full attention back to Nemesis.
“So starting immediately we get you into a full on training camp, I've already found a gym in the area and assembled a small crew of locals for you to work out with. A resource I want you to take full advantage of as we count down the days to your debut in this new promotion. We don't want you suffering from any ring rust when all the bright lights are on and it’s time to shine.”
As Nemesis stands up Snyder pulls a notepad from out of his jacket pocket and quickly jots down an address, tearing the page off and handing it to him.
“In the meantime I shall begin to do meticulous research on the competition, scouting footage of all your future opponents and formulating complex strategies with which to overcome their strengths and defeat them. Together we will take this place by storm. Now come on, let's get this show on the road, shall we?"
Nemesis nods his as Snyder comes and walks him to the door, giving him an enthusiastic pat on the back.
“Go get started with your camp, train hard and prepare yourself. When I see you next I will know all the details for your debut match, and be able to give you some useful information on the poor soul who will become our first target.”
With a proud grin Vincent Snyder watches his client leave the office, shutting the door behind him before he returns to his desk, putting his feet up and relaxing with his hands rested behind his head.