Continual Plunge

[Hawkeye]

Several weeks after the bar incident a very scruffy unwashed man walks into the offices that are EVPW, his jacket is dirty, wrinkled, stained, and smells of urine mixed with god only knows what. The secretary behind the desk pops her head up as she looks around, her nose wrinkles as she gets a whiff of the horrid smell, unaware that the man walking towards the desk she sits is the one. The disheveled man with unkempt white hair, the blue streaks that normally accompany it long been gone, the full grown beard on his face makes it hard to even tell that this man was the once the legendary Hawkeye. He walks up as the secretary makes eye contact with the man and a forced smiles comes across her face, as she tries not to lose her breakfast over the stench that permeates the air.

Excuse me, but could you direct me to a Mr. Kingbear or Vladimir T Strife? It is important that I talk with either of them.

The secretary points down the left hall while giving directions, Hawkeye thanks her and begins to make his way down the hall towards Kingbear's office as the secretary is seen reaching into her lower drawer and pulling out a can of Fabreeze which she begins to spray all around in order to get rid of the stench and smell. Hawkeye stops at Kingbear's door, knocking once he opens and peers inside and see's that it is empty and hasn't been used in quiet a while. Closing the door, he walks down the hall till he arrives at the door of Vladimir, the plaque says Retired God King. Hawkeye knocks and opens the door, the lights are on and he steps inside, not seeing anyone he walks up to the desk and goes behind it, he opens the bottom drawer, finding the stash of whiskey that Vlad keeps, smiling to himself he takes it out, removes the lid and begins to drink from the bottle, the wet, potent, liquid hits his throat and causes him to smile as he walks out of the office closing the door behind him. He walks down the hall to the next door this one says Devin Bozz GM of EVPW, knocking several times, before opening the door and walking in Devin Bozz who appears to be on a phone call and is unaware till the stench begins to fill his nostrils.

So Devin Bozz your back as the GM I see. Do you happen to know where Vlad and KB are? or are you in charge of signing talent? I would like to sign a contract with you guys.

Hawkeye having drained the bottle begins to sway as he waits a bit impatiently tapping his foot, before putting the bottle down and reaching into his coat and pulling out a metal flash, a smile comes across his face as he pops the top and takes a swig.

tbc by Devin

[Vladimir Strife]

As Devin bids farewell and places the receiver back onto the hook, he turns around and glares at the lush of a legend. He shakes his head and looks over the paperwork on his desk, considering the words in his head.

"Look, Hawk, buddy... you've done a lot of great things for us.. really, you have. What the fuck are you thinking though? I mean, I'm supposed to put asses in seats, not makes seats smell like ass.."

Hawkeye stumbles back a step as though the quip had stricken him across the face, looking over the general manager with wide and crazed eyes that settle upon his flask.

"Besides, I can't put you into a ring like this.. IF you even managed to land a move, you could seriously hurt someone. Hell, you could break your neck bouncing around in there the way you do."

Devin taps his fingers across the desk and nods toward the door, reminding the star of the way to the exit as he takes a form from the top of the stack and looks it over.

tbcb Hawkeye

[Hawkeye]

Hawkeye stands there for several moments, the fact lost by the comments from Devin on the former superstar. Hawkeye takes another swig from the flask ,the rush of the liquid calms his nerves and gives him a shiver.

You and I both know that my name will fill seats for any arena that we go to so that is not an issue. Two I haven't lost a single step and could still run circles around the star's on this roster. Just cause I may not have wrestled for a bit, doesn't mean I would break my neck, hell I think that is the only part of my body that hasn't been broken, damaged but not broken.

Devin continues to look over the papers ignoring everything that Hawkeye has said. Hawkeye not getting a response stumbles and sway's toward's Devin's desk, the smell begins to waft into the nostrils of Devin, causing him to wrinkle his nose, the stench and aroma of urine, alcohol and lack of a bath, cause Devin to almost throw up inside his mouth. He looks up and see's Hawkeye standing at his desk the smell has Devin putting his paperwork down and pushing himself back from his desk towards the window which he opens.

Come on man, I need something to help me focus...I mean you don't know what it's like to have everything taken from you. You do not know the things I have lost, the pain I have suffered. I need something, hell if not as a wrestler, how bout a stagehand? Or or a roadie? Or even a pyrotechnics guy...Where is Vlad? I am sure if he was here he would see things my way. He would help a brotha out, but in all seriousness Devin come on though, let me wrestle, let me feel the rush of the dance in the ring. If you won't sign off on me wrestling why not call Vlad in here, I lost his number and he wasn't in his office.

Hawkeye leans over the desk, his sweaty hands touching the desk and papers, leaving wet spots of his hand's, as he pushes up and almost falls onto his ass. Again he stands there waiting for Devin.

tbc