Post by Wasp on Jun 30, 2012 9:01:59 GMT -5
The Wasp's gym wasn't a public membership type of gym, no in fact very few people had stepped into it since he had bought it. Friends and family, the odd coworker, but nothing more than that. The phone number for the place was unlisted, and so when the phone rang, the noise scared the hell out of him. Very few people knew the number, and Wasp couldn't figure out who the hell would be calling him at the gym. He had recently gotten a cellphone, and so people always called it.
After the initial confusion, he realized that the phone was still ringing and so he made his way over, stepping over dummies, training equipment and other things on his way towards his office in the back of the gym. The sound of the phone ringing here was so out of place, and he figured it must be a wrong number call. He quickly made it to the phone and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Jule! My good friend. Long time no talk!” a voice responded on the other end, a voice which Wasp would never forget for the rest of his life.
“Mr. Fujachi?! Is that you?! How the hell have you been old man? I haven't talked to you since I quit wrestling!” Wasp exclaimed excitedly. Mr. Fujachi was in his opinion, the best and most underestimated manager on the planet. Had it not been for the old Asian man and his extremely tough routines, Wasp would have been lucky to win any matches at his old federation.
“Yes yes. Lucky for you, no one know how to wrestle anymore! Everyone who try to hire me, they suck! Sucky suck big time! You Jule, you no suck. I see on the television you wrestling again. I also see you get your ass kick BIG TIME last week! Do you remember nothing I tell you?” Mr. Fujachi replied and even though he could not see the man, the Wasp did not need to see his old manager to know that he was smiling from ear to ear. It was rather unnerving, being smiled at while you were being insulted, but it was something, he hated to admit, that he missed.
“So you know I am in a triple threat tag match this week then? Me and my friend High Tide, and a solid wrestler by the name of Andy D against three new guys from some federation... AWA or something of the sort...” he started but was interrupted by his old manager.
“You are new there too, no?”
“Well yes, I am. However, I'm not coming into PCW trying to take over the world like the three stooges are,” Wasp replied quickly. It was true of course; he did not feel that he could walk into PCW and just do what he wanted. Things worked a certain way, and then when he figured out how things worked, then he could see about making a bit more noise. However, for now he would be happy just to win a match.
“New guy defending his new place! I like! I like so much I come down and watch you in the ring for your match! If you do good, maybe I can be your manager like old times? What you say?” the old man said between coughs.
Wasp was stunned by this news. Mr. Fujachi, managing him again? How could he decline?! He hadn't lived up to his full potential in the past, and he desperately wanted to show the man that he could compete, that he could win, and most importantly, that he could make the man proud.
“Of course! You are the best there is! I'm going to put on the best damn match you've ever seen out of me, even if it means I have to knock all three men around myself!” he replied excitedly, feeling a shift in momentum.
“Of course I best manager! Well your friend has good manager too. She a hot bitch,” Mr. Fujachi stated and Wasp coughed loudly in surprise.
“Hot bitch?” Wasp asked, more surprised by the fact the old man had swore (something he had never heard the man do before) than by the fact that he thought Chelsea was attractive. That was an obvious statement.
“That's what all you kids say now a days, no?”
“Just do me a favor. Never, EVER call her a hot bitch to her face...” Wasp pleaded. Knowing Chelsea, being called a hot bitch would likely cause her to go into a rage, and he wouldn't know who to put his money on.
“Okay, okay, Jule-san. I understand. Good luck at your match, I'll be watching,” and with that the line went dead.