The place was nice. There was a "Tough Enough III" banners till up. A
metallic white Infiniti Qx4 pulled up, and it's occupants piled out. Kid
Razor was the first, jumping out of the car, his body surging with energy.
Although warned of a sugar low, he had eaten as much candy as he could for
breakfast and lunch, so he would be "hyper". He had already been hyper, but
now he was just plain crazy type hyper, jumping around and singing songs.
Lalla Wylde was next, and she was pretty laid back. She looked calm and
collective, but her eyes gave away how excited she was to finally be there.
Next out was Scott, who himself was a little nervous. He had never been one
to do anything like this in public, but now he felt a little better. His
blond braids had been let down, and he ran his hand through them
constantly. Last was Gwen, who had volunteered to valet for everyone if
they fought. She wore her customary black eyeliner, and her black hair was
tied back into a ponytail.
The normally bustling gym was silent. Jim "J.R." Ross was there on a scheduled talent meet. Hopefully, he would find someone worth bringing back with him to Detroit, where the WWE was heading next. He looked a little impatient, but was never the less eager to see what the US could provide. He called up the first person, a girl who looked like a Lita-wannabe, and asked the female wrestler they had brought with, Ivory, to engage her. The girl charged Ivory, and went for a clothesline. Ivory easily avoided it and locked on an armbar. The girl tapped out. J.R. sighed. It would be a looong day.
The motorcycle roared into the parking lot, and slid to a stop, the brakes screeching in protest. A brunette stepped off and pulled off her helmet. She took off her jacket and walked into Trax West. Blaze was in no mood for losing. And that meant she wouldn't.
J.R. had just about seen enough. Every time, he called up someone he thought looked good. And every time, either Ivory or Al Snow dominated them. He called up one more kid, a guy who had blond hair tied up in a ponytail and athletic pants. He pulled off his shirt and faced Al Snow. He held out his hand. Snow looked to shake it, but then the kid Dropkicked Snow to the mat. Snow got up, agitated. The kid just smirked at him. Snow charged the kid with a clothesline, but the kid hit a Scissor Sweep before he could. Then he locked on a headlock. Snow got up and grabbed the ropes, but the kid just gripped his head harder, ran at the turnbuckle, and hit a modified Dudley Dawg. Snow lay on the mat, not moving. The kid went for the pin. 1.2.But Snow lifted his shoulder in time. The kid jumped back and looked like he was getting ready for something. Snow slowly got up, and when he did, the kid Superkicked him. Spit and blood flew out of Al Snow's mouth as he fell to the mat. He went for the pin. 1! 2! 3!! The kid raised his arms in victory, as some Fit Finley, a Road Agent, checked on Snow.
J.R. approached the kid. "That was a good match, son. You showed real dominance." The kid looked over. "Yeah? I can do much better then that." J.R. recognized it as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Cockiness. The killer of legends. J.R. smiled. "I'm sure you can, son. Which is why your going back with me.to Detroit." The kid suddenly stopped smiling. "Are you freakin' serious?!" J.R. nodded his head. The kid started laughing and jumping up and down. "Yes! Yes! I'm going to the WWE!" J.R. asked his name. "Kid 'Rock n' Roll' Razor, sir." J.R. then turned to the crowd. "That's all, folks. Go home, try again soon."
In the crowd, Lalla Wylde suddenly frowned. "No! I wanna try!" Scott looked furious, and quickly ran in the ring and stared at J.R. Jim looked up and saw him standing there. "What?" "You will let everyone here try out. Like you said." J.R. shook his head. "I've found what I'm looking for. It's over." Scott grabbed J.R. by his collar, prompting gasps from the crowd. Fit Finley looked over and entered the ring. Scott stared at Jim. "Listen, asshole, I won't take this. My friends want a shot, and so do I. And so do all of them. Give it to them." Ross looked furious, but never the less nodded. "Fine. You first."
Scott nodded. "Fine. Bring it."
About two hours later, J.R. left with Lalla Wylde, Scott Gabriel, Kid Razor, Blaze Inferno, and Gwendolyn.
The normally bustling gym was silent. Jim "J.R." Ross was there on a scheduled talent meet. Hopefully, he would find someone worth bringing back with him to Detroit, where the WWE was heading next. He looked a little impatient, but was never the less eager to see what the US could provide. He called up the first person, a girl who looked like a Lita-wannabe, and asked the female wrestler they had brought with, Ivory, to engage her. The girl charged Ivory, and went for a clothesline. Ivory easily avoided it and locked on an armbar. The girl tapped out. J.R. sighed. It would be a looong day.
The motorcycle roared into the parking lot, and slid to a stop, the brakes screeching in protest. A brunette stepped off and pulled off her helmet. She took off her jacket and walked into Trax West. Blaze was in no mood for losing. And that meant she wouldn't.
J.R. had just about seen enough. Every time, he called up someone he thought looked good. And every time, either Ivory or Al Snow dominated them. He called up one more kid, a guy who had blond hair tied up in a ponytail and athletic pants. He pulled off his shirt and faced Al Snow. He held out his hand. Snow looked to shake it, but then the kid Dropkicked Snow to the mat. Snow got up, agitated. The kid just smirked at him. Snow charged the kid with a clothesline, but the kid hit a Scissor Sweep before he could. Then he locked on a headlock. Snow got up and grabbed the ropes, but the kid just gripped his head harder, ran at the turnbuckle, and hit a modified Dudley Dawg. Snow lay on the mat, not moving. The kid went for the pin. 1.2.But Snow lifted his shoulder in time. The kid jumped back and looked like he was getting ready for something. Snow slowly got up, and when he did, the kid Superkicked him. Spit and blood flew out of Al Snow's mouth as he fell to the mat. He went for the pin. 1! 2! 3!! The kid raised his arms in victory, as some Fit Finley, a Road Agent, checked on Snow.
J.R. approached the kid. "That was a good match, son. You showed real dominance." The kid looked over. "Yeah? I can do much better then that." J.R. recognized it as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Cockiness. The killer of legends. J.R. smiled. "I'm sure you can, son. Which is why your going back with me.to Detroit." The kid suddenly stopped smiling. "Are you freakin' serious?!" J.R. nodded his head. The kid started laughing and jumping up and down. "Yes! Yes! I'm going to the WWE!" J.R. asked his name. "Kid 'Rock n' Roll' Razor, sir." J.R. then turned to the crowd. "That's all, folks. Go home, try again soon."
In the crowd, Lalla Wylde suddenly frowned. "No! I wanna try!" Scott looked furious, and quickly ran in the ring and stared at J.R. Jim looked up and saw him standing there. "What?" "You will let everyone here try out. Like you said." J.R. shook his head. "I've found what I'm looking for. It's over." Scott grabbed J.R. by his collar, prompting gasps from the crowd. Fit Finley looked over and entered the ring. Scott stared at Jim. "Listen, asshole, I won't take this. My friends want a shot, and so do I. And so do all of them. Give it to them." Ross looked furious, but never the less nodded. "Fine. You first."
Scott nodded. "Fine. Bring it."
About two hours later, J.R. left with Lalla Wylde, Scott Gabriel, Kid Razor, Blaze Inferno, and Gwendolyn.