I'm sitting here, listening to the radio inside of the office of my new manager. She is sitting down at her desk, her head slightly bobbing at the sound of the music. I sit there. I'm not a big fan of RnB, so it doesn't appeal much to me. I'm more of a punk rocker, as most wrestlers are. I patiently sit there, awaiting for her to speak up. Eventually she picks up a sheet of paper and reads it allowed:
"Okay. First off, you've had an invite to join Dustin Walters in a stable which comes from outside of the USA."
I laugh aloud.
"Pass. I'm not Anti-American."
"I don't think it's an Anti..."
"Trust me."
She shrugs and continues reading off the slips of paper.
"And you've been offered a sponsorship deal."
FUCK! The one time I get a sponsorship deal, is when I want to lay low and try not to be famous.
"FUCK! The one time I get a sponsorship deal, is when I want to lay low and try not to be famous."
She shrugs.
"Well, it's not a big company, so I doubt you would do any extra TV work. You won't really be seen, all the requirements says here is that you need to have the company name on at least one item of clothing, and you get $100 per wrestling appearance."
My eyes widen slightly. I think to myself "Fantastic! Extra money for wearing the name of a company on my socks!".
"Great! What's the company?"
".co.nz?"
"It's a company based in New Zealand. It's quite big in New Zealand, but all of it's customers are by word of mouth. No TV ads."
"Yeah, sure. I'm up for that."
She smiles and jots something down on the piece of paper. She looks at Yoshi and smiles.
"I'll get that sorted soon."
I nod approvingly.
"How is your training going for the match against Dustin Walters?"
I sigh.
"Truthfully? I haven't done much training. But I am walking in there pretty confidently. I mean, I'm not a crap wrestler. I used to be, but no more. I've been working hard, and I think I'm ready to walk in there, and walk out the winner."
This time, it is Hope's turn to sigh.
"Yoshi. You need to train!"
"Fine. I'll do some press ups before the match or something..."