Guest OKCoyote Report post Posted December 13, 2005 Just days before the Christmas pay per view event is scheduled to take place in the Middle East, the SWF holds a house show in blustery Cleveland, Ohio. The site is the Quicken Loans Arena, known as the "Q," or more affectionately to the fans as the "Gund Arena" as it was known when it housed the Smarks Junior League headquarters for so long. The rental car pulls up to the arena's parking lot and a young man steps out, heading for the building. He is clad in jeans and a buttoned up jean jacket. He has light skin and his short brown hair is defiantly spiked. He doesn't appear fazed by the cold weather at all. The young man is greeted at the entrance by a taller gentleman in his late thirties, with darker skin and thinning blond hair. The older man nods and smiles to the newcomer as he approaches. "Kevin Coyote?" The newest member of the Smarks Wrestling Federation nods back, but doesn't smile. "Yeah, that's me. Who are you?" "The name's Longdogger Pete," the older man replies. "I'm the play by play announcer for SWF programming. It's a pleasure to meet you." "Yeah, whatever, dog. Are you the clown I'm supposed to wrestle tonight?" "Me? Oh, no, I'm just here as an agent tonight," replies Pete. "You'll be facing Ced Ordonez tonight. Consider it a tune up match for the pay per view." "Ordonez, huh? Didn't you used to wrestle too?" asks Coyote. "As a matter of fact, I did," Pete answers back, looking a little nostalgic for a moment. "I had some success in the SWF a couple of years ago before I--" "Yeah, yeah, sure you did, dog," says Coyote sarcastically. "Look, no offense, but I didn't see your name on any Hall of Fame lists before I came here. And I didn't see this 'Ced Ordonez' guy either -- that's why I'm going to own his ass in the ring tonight." A look of familiarity comes across Coyote for a moment, and his brow furrows. "Hey, wait a second. Aren't you the--" Coyote's question is interrupted by a loud, shrill beeping noise. Coyote hesitates a moment before pulling a small object out of his jacket pocket -- a mobile phone. "Excuse me, dog," Coyote says apologetically, "but I gotta take this." He walks away, leaving a bewildered Longdogger Pete behind. * * * * * "Hey, baby," Coyote says to his companion on the telephone as he strolls through the backstage corridors of the Quicken Loans Arena. "What's up?" "...Oh, I just got here, baby. They want me to wrestle tonight, to make sure I'm up to snuff for the pay per view. Can you believe they're sending me all the way to freaking Mig City for my first televised match?" "...No, I don't know the guy. Some loser named Ordonez. I think he's a glorified referee, or an agent or something. What kind of challenge is that?" "...I miss you too, girl. Look, watch the pay per view on Sunday and you'll get to see plenty of me. I'll be the one kicking the carcass out of Ref Boy in the first match of the night." "...Well I'll SEND you the damn forty bucks then! Is it really that big of a deal?" "...You got it, baby. I'll give you a warm welcome when I get back in the country. Cheer for me, will ya?" "...OK, gotta go now. I have a match to prepare for and the scouts are waiting." "...Back atcha, girl. Nite." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
devo 0 Report post Posted December 13, 2005 Cool. I really like your enthusiasm, and am definitely looking forward to reading your match. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Secret Agent 0 Report post Posted December 13, 2005 Ditto, and I wish you much luck on a sucessful journey through the SWF. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted December 13, 2005 He is clad in jeans and a buttoned up jean jacket. He has light skin and his short brown hair is defiantly spiked. He doesn't appear fazed by the cold weather at all. I also love the Canadian Tuxedo. Best of luck! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
