Post by The Stooges on Jun 11, 2016 20:10:50 GMT -6
*Ding*
The elevator doors slid open at the lobby level of the Ritz-Carlton. Adjusting his sky blue Versace silk necktie, Joshua Samson, Esq. steps out looking like newly minted money in an Armani black suit with Burberry leather dress shoes on. He lift his left arm up exposing a Baume et Mercier Capeland Chronograph Automatic men's watch. Glancing down at it to check the time, the Executive Representative nods before pushing his hands into his pants pockets, strolling toward the hotel lounge.
"Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh!"
With a camera slung around his neck, a rather plump young Caucasian man in his early twenties dressed in an off the rack blue polyester suit stood in awe as Samson walked by.
Young Man: Joshua Samson! Joshua Samson!
Paying the obvious fan no attention, the mouthpiece of Takeover continues walking. The young man trots up next to Samson, matching the now quicken pace.
Young Man: I'm sorry to bother you, Mister Samson. But I'm a HUGE fan.
Samson doesn't break his stride nor look at the young man.
Samson: No autographs, kid. Maybe next time.
Young Man: Well I don't want an autograph, sir. I have my own wrestling podcast and I would love to get an interview with one of the greatest color commentators in wrestling history.
Compliments. Compliments were surely one way to get to a man as vain as Joshua Samson had become. Stopping mid-stride, Samson finally gives the young man a once over.
Samson: That is one ugly ass suit, kid.
Young Man: Err…
Samson: What's your name, kid?
Young Man: Oh…my name's Jason…
Suddenly there is a loud metallic collision near the entrance of the hotel as two bellhops have crashed into each other with luggage carts drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
The GZW2K1 Stooge shakes his head giving his attention back to Jason.
Samson: Jason…what? Nevermind.
Jason: Well as I was saying, I operate a wrestling podcast out of my garage and wondered if you could give me an chance to have you on it to discuss Pure Amusement Wrestling, Takeover, GZW2K1, and anything else you would like to talk about.
In a somewhat irritated fashion, Joshua peers down at his high fashioned watch, making sure that the young man could catch a glimpse.
Samson: Give me your phone, Jason.
Jason: Huh? My phone?
Samson: Give. Me. Your. Phone. Jason.
With much hesitation Jason reaches into his suit jacket pocket and produces his cellphone. Samson snatches the phone and inspects it.
Samson: This is a cheap ass phone, kid.
Jason: Err…
Samson: Shaddup!
Joshua thumbs on Jason's phone for a few seconds before tossing the phone back to him. Jason fumbles with he catch but does manage to successfully catch it.
Samson: I locked my number in, kid. Give me a call in a couple of days.
Without waiting for a reply from Jason, Joshua turns and makes his way toward the lounge. Jason looks down at his phone and then back up at the moving Samson.
Jason: Holy shit!
Joshua Samson, ESQ.
Jason
The elevator doors slid open at the lobby level of the Ritz-Carlton. Adjusting his sky blue Versace silk necktie, Joshua Samson, Esq. steps out looking like newly minted money in an Armani black suit with Burberry leather dress shoes on. He lift his left arm up exposing a Baume et Mercier Capeland Chronograph Automatic men's watch. Glancing down at it to check the time, the Executive Representative nods before pushing his hands into his pants pockets, strolling toward the hotel lounge.
"Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh!"
With a camera slung around his neck, a rather plump young Caucasian man in his early twenties dressed in an off the rack blue polyester suit stood in awe as Samson walked by.
Young Man: Joshua Samson! Joshua Samson!
Paying the obvious fan no attention, the mouthpiece of Takeover continues walking. The young man trots up next to Samson, matching the now quicken pace.
Young Man: I'm sorry to bother you, Mister Samson. But I'm a HUGE fan.
Samson doesn't break his stride nor look at the young man.
Samson: No autographs, kid. Maybe next time.
Young Man: Well I don't want an autograph, sir. I have my own wrestling podcast and I would love to get an interview with one of the greatest color commentators in wrestling history.
Compliments. Compliments were surely one way to get to a man as vain as Joshua Samson had become. Stopping mid-stride, Samson finally gives the young man a once over.
Samson: That is one ugly ass suit, kid.
Young Man: Err…
Samson: What's your name, kid?
Young Man: Oh…my name's Jason…
Suddenly there is a loud metallic collision near the entrance of the hotel as two bellhops have crashed into each other with luggage carts drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
The GZW2K1 Stooge shakes his head giving his attention back to Jason.
Samson: Jason…what? Nevermind.
Jason: Well as I was saying, I operate a wrestling podcast out of my garage and wondered if you could give me an chance to have you on it to discuss Pure Amusement Wrestling, Takeover, GZW2K1, and anything else you would like to talk about.
In a somewhat irritated fashion, Joshua peers down at his high fashioned watch, making sure that the young man could catch a glimpse.
Samson: Give me your phone, Jason.
Jason: Huh? My phone?
Samson: Give. Me. Your. Phone. Jason.
With much hesitation Jason reaches into his suit jacket pocket and produces his cellphone. Samson snatches the phone and inspects it.
Samson: This is a cheap ass phone, kid.
Jason: Err…
Samson: Shaddup!
Joshua thumbs on Jason's phone for a few seconds before tossing the phone back to him. Jason fumbles with he catch but does manage to successfully catch it.
Samson: I locked my number in, kid. Give me a call in a couple of days.
Without waiting for a reply from Jason, Joshua turns and makes his way toward the lounge. Jason looks down at his phone and then back up at the moving Samson.
Jason: Holy shit!
Joshua Samson, ESQ.
Jason
