Entering the Arena

[Daddy Mack]

Earl walks up to the back door of the arena wearing ratty black slacks, a dull checkered flannel, and barely there tennis shoes. His beard a bit ratty like the fro and Earl approaching the guard who asks.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Earl!"

The guard questioning the name asks.

"What do you want?"

"Inside!"

"What for?"

"To wrassle!"

The guard chuckling a little and Earl scrunching his brow now asks.

"Whass so funny muthafucka?"

Earl a little irate and the guard waving his hands in peace says.

"Nothing, sorry, but I never heard of you."

"Nigga, call Frankie, he hired me!"

The guard taken aback ducks inside the door for a few minutes obviously making that call while Earl pulls a pint of whiskey in a plastic bottle with no label from his back pocket uncapping it to take a swallow, then another and caps it. Earl sliding the bottle in his back pocket now slides his hands in his pants pockets looking around while he waits. Finally the door opens with the guard stepping back out and to the side motioning Earl through.

"Sorry about that sir, just head on in and straight across the dock is a hall to the locker rooms. You can change-, um, never mind!"

The guard realizing Earl travels very light and away he goes inside the arena looking all around yelling.

"Hey bro, I'm here. Where are ya?"

He heads on down the hall passing some rooms looking in any with the door open, but doesn't see anything interesting. Earl finally spots someone from the back greeting them.

"Yo nigga! I'm Earl! You are you?"

Greg Boone turns around to look over Earl with an eyebrow cocked, then just looks almost humorous.

"Earl huh! Your the new guy right, got the dark match on WAR against Cool Jay Lou. Your a hobo huh!?!"

Earl smiling now asks.

"Ya seen my brutha?"

Greg confused asks.

"What's his name?"

"I don't know, but I found an ad for this SEF event called Royal Rumble and his face was on it with many others. I know his face, it was him."

"Ya got the ad? Maybe I can tell ya his name."

"Naw, I hung on to it for a while, but I travel a lot. So hey, you said I got this match on WAR right?"

Greg nodding yea says.

"Yes, its against Cool Jay Lou, a laid back highflyer who is coming off a big loss as he and his partner lost the Tag Titles. Think that will be to your advantage or perhaps it may make it harder seeing as how Jay may want a win to make up for last week?"

"I'm hungry! Where's the cafeteria? Do I get free food? Frankie said something about SEF providing food to everyone."

Greg disappointed just says.

"Yea, keep heading down the hall until ya reach the stairs and head up to the second floor where we got  couple tables spread out. Enjoy and maybe we can catch up later for an interview about your match."

Earl already heading down the hall mutters.

"Yea, yea, see ya Ted. Tell Jay I said hi and ask him if he seen my brutha."

And away he walks leaving Greg a bit dumbfounded.