Hey guys, ZoNe13 here. Sorry I haven't uploaded any new chapters lately. I had some computer trouble, but I fixed it, and here I am. Anyway, let's get down to business.
Philip walked into the WWE Performance Center and gazed as there were numerous wrestling rings around the main floor of the center. It seemed to him that there were more people coming than just him, and the many rings proved it. He looked around and saw nobody, so he dropped his bag on the floor next to some weights and sat on the bench, waiting for someone to greet him.
'Triple H wouldn't be standing at the doors for no reason. There has to be someone else here...right?'
Suddenly a guy wearing a black WWE Performance Center shirt, track shorts, and sneakers walked out of an office on the far left side of the Center. He looked more like a discount Moby Dick to Philip, with light skin, a somewhat bald head, and stubble on his face. He walked toward Philip and simultaneously sized him up in his mind, taking note of the CM Punk handwraps.
"So you must be Philip Carver, right?" The guy said.
"That's me." Philip replied.
"I'm Bill DeMott." He said, extending his hand. Philip shook it and looked into his eyes. He could sense that bringing down the fresh meat's self-confidence level was his speciality and his pleasure. "There's supposed to be one other guy coming here, but since he hasn't showed up yet, I'll have you wait here for about fifteen minutes. If he doesn't show up by then, he's out and you're in. Okay?"
"Alright." Philip said. Bill then walked toward his office again to handle business, which gave Philip time to check his phone for any new messages. There was one new message from his cousin, which said 'Hey cousin, I just reached Montana. Looks like a rural area from what I can tell. I'll keep you posted. Later.'
Suddenly the doors of fate opened again and from them came a funny-looking guy. He had black hair in a buzzcut, a military outfit, tan skin, and a tattoo on his arm that said 'In Death I Trust'. The two newbies looked at each other with fierce intensity.
'This guy is like a total jarhead. That's my name for him now: Jarhead.'
Bill walked in again and smiled. "Finally, you're here. My name's Bill DeMott."
Jarhead smiled and said, "I'm Blake Weston."
"Nice to meet you. Both of you, come here." Bill motioned for Philip to follow him to the closest ring, and then told them the rundown.
"Alright you guys, usually I have more people than this, but since there's only two people here, I'll explain the rules. You two are going to be in a two-out-of-three sparring match with each other. I expect you to do your best, because if you don't, you're out. Got that?"
Jarhead and Philip both nodded and entered the ring. The bell rang, and the first battle began. Jarhead began by trying to charge at Philip, which only earned him a reversal and a run-in with the turnbuckle. Philip then followed up with a clothesline to the neck, a toss to the other side of the ring, and a leg drop. Jarhead then got back up and swung three times at Philip, which connected. Jarhead then ran to the ropes, pushed off, and narrowly missed a lariat. Phillip countered with a knee to the gut and a Stone Cold Stunner to Jarhead. Philip then dragged Jarhead to the middle of the ring, covered him, and Bill gave the 1,2,3. The bell rang and Bill called them out of the ring for a break.
"Good job, guys. I could've sworn you two were feuding with each other for a while. Philip, that Stone Cold Stunner was excellent. I couldn't have done better myself. The reversal, conversely, was somewhat ill-timed. Blake, the punches were good, but the follow-up needs tuning. Work on that in the next match." Bill stated.
Both nodded and stretched. Jarhead looked at Philip and wondered how he knew how to pull off the Stone Cold Stunner without thinking about it. Philip simply thought about whether Jarhead was WWE material, but that wasn't his decision to make. Bill then told them that the second match would begin now, and they both went back into the ring. The bell rang and the second match began.
The two tied up and Philip pushed Jarhead off of him. Philip then Irish Whipped Jarhead into the ropes, Jarhead rebounded, and Philip subsequently gave him a nasty lariat. Jarhead was stunned, so Philip then picked him up and threw him into the corner, turned him around, gut-punched him three times, and performed a running bulldog on Jarhead. Jarhead got up slowly, and out of nowhere, Philip picked up Jarhead and performed an F-5 to Jarhead. Philip then pinned him for the win.