Not quite a sacrifice just yet.
Oct 4, 2016 3:14:01 GMT
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Post by Richard Scaufield on Oct 4, 2016 3:14:01 GMT
Getting up early in the morning was something that Richard has always hated to do. Ever since he was a young adult, he has always preferred to live the nightlife as he always put it. Having went to bed very early this morning, approximately 6:30, things were going to be very hard for him, at least until he gets his act together and learns that the life of a professional wrestler isn't one to be taken lightly.
BZZZZ… BZZZZ… BZZZZ…
As his cellphone buzzes repeatedly on his nightstand, it wakes him up as Richard stirs in his bed and fumbles to grab his phone. As he finally grabs it, he places it to his ear while pressing the green answer button with his thumb. Speaking very groggily, it's definitely apparent that he's not awake just yet.
Richard: H… H… Hello?
Not even moving an inch, Richard was kind of listening to whoever was on the other end of the phone but really; he was beginning to fall back asleep as he's definitely not used to this early-morning stuff.
Voice: Mr. Scaufield, are you even listening? MR. SCAUFIELD?!
Quickly waking up after being screamed at, he sits up slowly while wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth.
Richard: Yes… Yes… I’m listening. Wait a minute, who is this and what do you want?
Taken back by the unknown voice on the other end of the phone, he scrunches his brow and waits for them to speak.
Voice: What do you mean who am I? Did you already forget? This is Alexandra, your personal trainer. You were supposed to be down here an hour ago or did you already forget?
Pulling the iPhone away from his ear so that he could check the time, he realizes that yes, he should have been at the gym an hour ago. Mouthing “FUCK” quietly, he quickly jumps up out of bed and begins to throw on some clothes.
Richard: No, of course not! I uh… Had a few errands that I needed to run and unfortunately, it took much more time than I was anticipating. I will be there very shortly, just stay there and have everything ready; I’m on my way right now.
Quickly hanging up without even saying goodbye or allowing her the opportunity to, he darts out of his bedroom and quickly out of the house where he climbs into his Pink Corvette that his father bought him and speeds out of the driveway heading to his first training session.
Sometime later…
Pulling into the parking lot of the gym, he quickly shuts the engine off, pulls the keys out of the ignition and jumps over the door since the top is down on this beautiful day. Walking non-chalantly towards the double doors, he is met by a large, buff woman the very moment he steps into the gym.
Alexandra: Wow… You're much smaller than I anticipated. So YOU want to become a professional wrestler?
Looking him up and down as if he can't do this, this puts an arrogant smirk on Richard’s face as he places his hands on his hips and gives Alexandra some sass in return.
Richard: Excuse you? Honey, I may not be the biggest dog in the yard but if there's anything that I’ve learned from the wrestling business it's not how big you are but how talented you are and honey? I am FIERCE and I am a perfectionist so why don't you drop the size crap and let's get down to work.
Showing a lot of passion, this causes Alexandra to nod her head rather impressed. After using a lot of hand gestures to get his point across, this could be the start of a very beautiful friendship but in the meantime: it's time to get down to work and when Richard is motivated? There's no stopping him.
BZZZZ… BZZZZ… BZZZZ…
As his cellphone buzzes repeatedly on his nightstand, it wakes him up as Richard stirs in his bed and fumbles to grab his phone. As he finally grabs it, he places it to his ear while pressing the green answer button with his thumb. Speaking very groggily, it's definitely apparent that he's not awake just yet.
Richard: H… H… Hello?
Not even moving an inch, Richard was kind of listening to whoever was on the other end of the phone but really; he was beginning to fall back asleep as he's definitely not used to this early-morning stuff.
Voice: Mr. Scaufield, are you even listening? MR. SCAUFIELD?!
Quickly waking up after being screamed at, he sits up slowly while wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth.
Richard: Yes… Yes… I’m listening. Wait a minute, who is this and what do you want?
Taken back by the unknown voice on the other end of the phone, he scrunches his brow and waits for them to speak.
Voice: What do you mean who am I? Did you already forget? This is Alexandra, your personal trainer. You were supposed to be down here an hour ago or did you already forget?
Pulling the iPhone away from his ear so that he could check the time, he realizes that yes, he should have been at the gym an hour ago. Mouthing “FUCK” quietly, he quickly jumps up out of bed and begins to throw on some clothes.
Richard: No, of course not! I uh… Had a few errands that I needed to run and unfortunately, it took much more time than I was anticipating. I will be there very shortly, just stay there and have everything ready; I’m on my way right now.
Quickly hanging up without even saying goodbye or allowing her the opportunity to, he darts out of his bedroom and quickly out of the house where he climbs into his Pink Corvette that his father bought him and speeds out of the driveway heading to his first training session.
Sometime later…
Pulling into the parking lot of the gym, he quickly shuts the engine off, pulls the keys out of the ignition and jumps over the door since the top is down on this beautiful day. Walking non-chalantly towards the double doors, he is met by a large, buff woman the very moment he steps into the gym.
Alexandra: Wow… You're much smaller than I anticipated. So YOU want to become a professional wrestler?
Looking him up and down as if he can't do this, this puts an arrogant smirk on Richard’s face as he places his hands on his hips and gives Alexandra some sass in return.
Richard: Excuse you? Honey, I may not be the biggest dog in the yard but if there's anything that I’ve learned from the wrestling business it's not how big you are but how talented you are and honey? I am FIERCE and I am a perfectionist so why don't you drop the size crap and let's get down to work.
Showing a lot of passion, this causes Alexandra to nod her head rather impressed. After using a lot of hand gestures to get his point across, this could be the start of a very beautiful friendship but in the meantime: it's time to get down to work and when Richard is motivated? There's no stopping him.
