Freakke
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Post by Freakke on Sept 7, 2009 17:28:22 GMT -6
A gym near Ravenwood Pennsylvania normally doesn't have too many people in it at once. Today isn't any different. Only two people are there to excersize. One is just a high school kid who just looks to be shaping up for football. The other is a man of average height with an athlete's build. His lanky black hair constantly gets in his face but he doesn't mind. If you looked at the sign in sheets, the man has been there for hours. His name is Charlie Smiles.
After every hour, he would stop and get a drink. The bag he brought with him was marked with nCw logo. Around four o'clock, he came in for one such break and ended up looking inside the bag for his water. He pulled out the Battlegrounds card with the bottle and stared at it for a long moment. It wasn't a glamorous, main event, but he was new to the promotion. He sighed and put the water and the card down. After wiping off most of the sweat and using the restrooms, he went back to his excersizes.
At nine thirty, Charlie finally grabbed his bag and threw on his jacket. He walked home and looked at his wall. Titles and match highlights from his entire career. Most of the as a wily and unpredictable clown. Looking at his reflection through one of the pictures of himself, he saw the obvious differences. He decided then he needed sleep and yawned.
He cleaned out a little space for his next great PPV first, though.
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