Mr. Freekaee's RAW debut
A new wrestler named Mr. Freekaee (said free-kay) has just joined RAW. Can he gain the trust of his fellow wrestlers and fight his way to the top or will his career go down in flames? This is my very first story so please review!
One afternoon in Los Angeles, CA, a man walked out of a hotel. He was dressed smartly, wearing a black suit and a red tie. He was seen getting into the front seat of a very flash, black Lamborghini. He was later seen entering the stadium where the latest RAW episode was being filmed in a few hours. He walked through what seemed like endless halls, ignoring curious glances from wrestlers and behind-the-scenes crew members. Then he saw the man he was looking for. Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
"McMahon", he said in an almost-threatening voice. Mr. McMahon spun around. "Ahh, David Wheeler, pleased to meet you, I'm", Mr. McMahon was cut-off by the slightly-annoyed man. "I know who you are", he snapped, "and my name is NOT David Wheeler, its Mr. Freekaee".
"Ahh, yes, okay, well why don't you just go on down the corridor and". "Who am I facing tonight? John Cena? Triple H? How about the Great Khali?" "Whoah, slow down there Freaky!" Mr. McMahon said quickly. "It's Freekaee", Mr. Freekaee glared down at Mr. McMahon. "Sorry, ah, Freekaee, but I you can't just waltz in here and decied when your next match is, I mean we", Mr McMahon was liking this Mr. Freekaee less and less. "I DON'T WALTZ!" Mr Freekaee poked Mr McMahon hard in the chest. "Okay, okay!" Mr McMahon said baking off a bit. "So who am I facing tonight?"
Mr. McMahon guided the angry Mr. Freekaee down to the ring. All the lgihting and technical equipment was fetting set up. Johnathan Coachman was standing in the middle of the ring. "Coach, we have a new wrestler", Mr.McMahon gave a fake-smile, "I'll need you to do an assesment on him okay?" Before Coach could object Mr. McMahon left. "Uh, okay", was all the Coach could say.
Mr. Freekaee was given a tracksuit to wear and taken to a room that was currently being used as a gym. Wrestlers were in there working out on exercise machines. John Cena and Shawn Michaels were wrestling eachother on the mats. Mr. Freekaee was then made to run two miles. He was being timed. At the end he was puffing but only slightly. "Wow, you must be really fit!" Coach exclaimed. "What's my time, shorty?" Mr. Freekaee asked in a gruff voice. "hey, I'm not short!" Coach whined. Mr. Freekaee growled. "Uh, never mind that. Your time is...seventeen minutes and thirty-seven seconds. That is excellent! Now I'm going to get you to do a few tests, you know, just to make sure you aren't doing drugs or steriods or anything. Everyone has to take it. Then I'm going to get you to wrestle me, you can show me your moves. Then you can go up against someone okay?" Mr. Freekaee sighed an nodded.
When everything was finished Coach sent the papers to Mr. McMahon. Mr. Freekaee was happily chatting to Torrie Wilson when he was interupted. "Well done Freekaee, you start on Monday", Mr McMahon said shaking his hand. "Congratulations Mr. Freekaee", Torrie smiled brushing past him lightly.
"See you on Monday!" Jeff Hardy waved as he and Matt hardy walked past.
"Yeah", Mr Freekaee smiled, "see you on Monday..."