Nuke261
Rogue Warrior
Twister
He really wasn't sure what to expect. The problem was he really didn't care. It was a job, that was the bottom line. He kept thinking that way. He had his doubts that this would pay off. The German guy he talked to spoke like a salesmen. A really good salesman. He actually reminded David of a more upscale version of his promoter.
"Guess I dress like this is a job interview." He showered and then got his nice dress clothes out of the back of his closet. The ones he had worn to the opening of cool bars and movie premiers. "yeah, that was a quick 15 minutes of fame." Shiny lack dress shoes, black pants that looked like silk and a silk-looking dark green, long sleeve, button-up shirt. He checked his reflection in the mirror. "Oh yeah! I am definitely hot. Janet might have to fight the Russian chick to get close to me." He laughed out loud at his own joke. He studied his reflection while standing there.
At six foot tall, his large frame filled the entire mirror. He had kept in shape in the Triskillion slammer. He had always been athletic, so that was just natural. He had cut had let his hair grow out from the buzz cut he wore as the Cannon. It was still brown and short but sort of spikey and bushy, like something Brad Pitt would wear. He stuck his sunglasses in his shirt pocket. It was dark out but if he had learned anything as a wrestler, it was that image was everything.
He walked over and looked over the two duffel bags he had packed and sitting on the bed. The one held his work out clothes and his outfit he wore as the Cannon. The other held the costume he wore as Whirlwind. "What was I thinking with that dumb helmet!" He closed both bags and threw them over his shoulder. He wanted to get going. He liked to make a flashy entrance but, the truth was that he couldn't afford to be too cocky. Whatever this gig turned out to be, he really needed it. Anything to help get his name in the spotlight and the Wasp on his arm. "Better to get there early and scope out the others anyway, yeah."
He really wasn't sure what to expect. The problem was he really didn't care. It was a job, that was the bottom line. He kept thinking that way. He had his doubts that this would pay off. The German guy he talked to spoke like a salesmen. A really good salesman. He actually reminded David of a more upscale version of his promoter.
"Guess I dress like this is a job interview." He showered and then got his nice dress clothes out of the back of his closet. The ones he had worn to the opening of cool bars and movie premiers. "yeah, that was a quick 15 minutes of fame." Shiny lack dress shoes, black pants that looked like silk and a silk-looking dark green, long sleeve, button-up shirt. He checked his reflection in the mirror. "Oh yeah! I am definitely hot. Janet might have to fight the Russian chick to get close to me." He laughed out loud at his own joke. He studied his reflection while standing there.
At six foot tall, his large frame filled the entire mirror. He had kept in shape in the Triskillion slammer. He had always been athletic, so that was just natural. He had cut had let his hair grow out from the buzz cut he wore as the Cannon. It was still brown and short but sort of spikey and bushy, like something Brad Pitt would wear. He stuck his sunglasses in his shirt pocket. It was dark out but if he had learned anything as a wrestler, it was that image was everything.
He walked over and looked over the two duffel bags he had packed and sitting on the bed. The one held his work out clothes and his outfit he wore as the Cannon. The other held the costume he wore as Whirlwind. "What was I thinking with that dumb helmet!" He closed both bags and threw them over his shoulder. He wanted to get going. He liked to make a flashy entrance but, the truth was that he couldn't afford to be too cocky. Whatever this gig turned out to be, he really needed it. Anything to help get his name in the spotlight and the Wasp on his arm. "Better to get there early and scope out the others anyway, yeah."