Post by lashyd on Sept 19, 2019 14:09:56 GMT -8
"Like Tapioca and Diamonds!"
By @donohuelash
Character development piece starring Lash Donohue, Tapioca Joe and some rather irked reception folk.
Part I: "What's THAT doing there?!"
Lash Donohue was many, many things. A lot of his traits are what some may regard as negative. However, it couldn't be taken away from Lash that he had been training pretty damn hard lately. He had been travelling to places he had never been. He was gaining valuable experience that he sorely needed. Lash had been getting noticed for both good and bad reasons. The point is, he was getting noticed!
An image of Lash striking his trademark pose and also a somewhat smarmy grin comes up..
Lash, to anybody taking a cursory glance, looks to be a trouble making, foul mouthed and over-confident rookie.
A montage opens up of Lash stealing, playing pranks on unsuspecting colleagues and sneaking around, but also cuts to Lash doing chin-ups on a pipe which runs the length of the ceiling in his basement 'gym'. He stops, and then with a look of determining crossing his face, Lash treats the pipe like a monkey bar. Upon reaching the other side of the basement, Lash continues his 'regime' one handed!
Lash Donohue: "One... two... argh..three.."
The scene fades back to Lash going about his day..
Lash Donohue is insanely dedicated to his craft, and this has made many people sit up and take notice. It shows how determined Lash actually is to make it to where the top of the animal kingdom where the kings and queens of the ring runs amok among themselves, weeding out all pretenders in their path.
Lash (voice-over as Lash takes some vitamins and grabs some juice): "Some may say that I'm getting ahead of myself in a big way, but screw them. I'm headed for the top of this industry! One day, mark my words. I will take my rightful place as the undisputed king of the proverbial jungle. Believe me you, Lash is a one way or another kinda guy!!"
Of course, Lash is referring to Iconic Pro, the very "jungle" where these animals run free. As he quietly sipped his juice, Lash turned on his laptop and scanned through his emails..
Lash Donohue: "Junk. That's what spam folders are for, Google! Sheesh. Junk. Porn. Don't know what that's doing in there! Junk. No, I don't want to donate. Junk. J...wait, what's this?"
He clicked the link with enthusiasm and Lash's eyes certainly bugged out. IPW's head of talent relations had written to Lash requesting for him to first of all reply to the email with his details along with a folio of promotional photos. Secondly, and most amazingly, they wanted Lash to come down to IPW Headquarters for a meeting, with a view to negotiating a try out!
Lash: "Are you...is this a freakin prank or something?!"
Lash couldn't believe it. Although he had been deemed fit to wrestle, he was still trying his best to gain more experience with Squires Academy before even thinking of taking a step like this. His whole life, he wanted nothing more. This had to be some kind of cruel prank!
Lash: "N..no! That's the IPW official letterhead, though!"
Lash read the email over and over again. This was seemingly very real, and he decided that what the hey, he will respond positively and he will start packing for the road, just in case. Wow. If this DID indeed turn out to be real, Lash was out the door the second he closed that confirmation email.
Part II: "Turbo charged nerves!"
To his own amazement, Lash Donohue was indeed out the door. He was indeed behind the wheel of his surprisingly clean 'experimental' classic, knuckles white as he gripped the wheel.
Lash Donohue: "Tapioca Joe, Joshua Samson, Esq! These names are in my life. But how?!"
Lash's demeanor grew ever more intense and unwittingly drove just that little bit faster as the lime green 1979 Corvette L-82 turbo with the t-top drew within a half hour of being parked in the IPW lot..
Lash: "Argh. Seriously. Calm down, Lash. It may not be anything. Your meeting might bomb and your tryout may suck because you're n.."
Lash stopped himself then and there! He wasn't going to let the crippling self-doubt infiltrate his being. The remedy? Cranking Motorhead just that little bit louder, shifting gear and planting his foot just a little bit deeper and keeping his eyes on the freakin' prize!!
Part III: "Stack of freakin' tapes!"
Apart from a match between two unknown local wrestlers blaring on the big screen, it's all quiet in the office of world-famous retired wrestler and now critically acclaimed agent, Tapioca Joe.
Joe: "I'm going to put this on mute, the crowd is silent anyway.."
As he does so, he seems to relax a little and he appreciates the quiet as he pores over a mountain of paperwork and a stack of DVDs on his desk.
Joe (glancing at the flat screen): "Not like that! Damn, kid you'll really hurt a guy!"
Joe visibly cringes as the larger wrestler on the screen drops the smaller masked wrestler awkwardly for a scoop slam..
Joe: "I don't know about this one, Samson. I just don't know."
The phone rings, and Joe cocks an eyebrow and answers immediately..
Reception: "Joe? There's a Lash Donohue here to see you. Should I send him in?"
Joe grins and nods. The crowd sure wasn't dead in what Joe has seen of THIS youngster!
Joe: "Ah heck no, I need to get out. Gonna give him a tour while I grill him! Send him to the dining hall and tell catering to have coffee on hand, I will be there in five."
Reception: "Fine, Joe!"
There's a click of phones hanging up and the scene flicks back to Lash pacing back and forth in the rather expensive reception foyer of IPW towers. The reception staff turn their noses up as they hear the chains wrapped around his boots rattling with every move he makes. It's rather grating, because Lash won't stop moving!
Receptionist: "Mr. Donohue, Tapioca Joe has requested that you meet him in the dining hall. It's at the end of the hall to your immediate left, PLEASE go and rattle around in there!"
Lash gives the girls an apologetic grin, nods, takes a deep breath and walked rapidly towards IPW's also expansive dining hall!
Part IV: "The thin ice upon which thou tread."
Lash really had nothing to worry about. The coffee is perfect, these facilities are world class, and Tapioca Joe is probably the nicest man he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. He knew right from the handshake!
Joe: "We love our facilities here, Lash. It's so good to see the involuntary grin on the faces of our wrestlers when they realise that we DO invest in the truly state of the art.."
Lash nodded enthusiastically. Both retired veteran and upstart rookie alike take a moment to appreciate the coffee and the incredible IPW gym.
Joe: "But enough about us, Lash. We're here today to talk about YOU."
Lash was about to reply with something self-deprecating, but Joe smiled and waved him off.
Joe: "I see a lot of wrestlers, Lash. Hundreds. Maybe thousands. So, so many people send their stuff to me in the hopes of obtaining what you have rightfully obtained. My attention!"
Joe musses Lash's somewhat greasy hair and then pulls a face. Undeterred, he chuckles and wipes his hand on his shirt..
Joe: "I see your Twitter feed always lit up. That's a serious plus. You obviously work hard and have a good attitude towards your development, another serious plus. But..elephant in the room."
It's Lash's turn to raise an eyebrow.
Joe: "See, it takes a LOT to stand out amongst the immense crowd here, Lash. While I will watch each and every tape that lands on my desk, only about ten percent land in my maybe pile. You stand RIGHT out!"
Huh???
Joe: "Hijacking that guy's daycare center advertisement to discuss breastfeeding? Priceless. Hanging out with the kids and letting them 'beat you up', that shows that you have heart. And that backstage skit at that smaller local show with the popcorn and chili dogs? You were just hilarious in the crowd all night. I saw it all. I will go as far as to say you made it better!"
Lash: "Really? Thank you, sir. But you must know. While I can talk a lil, and I can handle myself ok - I am still a stu.."
Lash takes a wistful sip of his coffee as Joe cuts him off!
Joe: "A stud on the microphone? Agreed! In ring skill can be taught, what YOU have? Not so much! This is why Iconic Pro would be delighted to offer you a try out on one of our upcoming events, Lash. I know that our fans have a really good chance of warming to you!"
Lash did a double take. He wanted to say something, but his usually silver tongue just wouldn't budge!
Joe: "Speechless, eh, kid? That's a first! Aww come on do I have to put a microphone in front of you do I??"
Lash still couldn't find any words. Merely a shocked, bug eye stare. Joe laughs heartily, producing a simple short term contract from his briefcase..
Joe: "How about a pen?"
Lash simply nodded, still wide-eyed.
Joe chuckled and turned around as the still silent Lash Donohue used his back to lean on.
Joe: "Don't sweat it, Donohue. A charismatic youngin like you has the world at his feet. It's all up to you from here on, kid. Make me proud I did this!"
Lash: "Thanks, Tap. You bet your ass I will.."
Still kind of shocked, Lash sips his coffee as Joe laughs and the veteran continues showing Lash around. Lash, although he appears calm, has so much to think about that his head just may explode!
By @donohuelash
Character development piece starring Lash Donohue, Tapioca Joe and some rather irked reception folk.
Part I: "What's THAT doing there?!"
Lash Donohue was many, many things. A lot of his traits are what some may regard as negative. However, it couldn't be taken away from Lash that he had been training pretty damn hard lately. He had been travelling to places he had never been. He was gaining valuable experience that he sorely needed. Lash had been getting noticed for both good and bad reasons. The point is, he was getting noticed!
An image of Lash striking his trademark pose and also a somewhat smarmy grin comes up..
Lash, to anybody taking a cursory glance, looks to be a trouble making, foul mouthed and over-confident rookie.
A montage opens up of Lash stealing, playing pranks on unsuspecting colleagues and sneaking around, but also cuts to Lash doing chin-ups on a pipe which runs the length of the ceiling in his basement 'gym'. He stops, and then with a look of determining crossing his face, Lash treats the pipe like a monkey bar. Upon reaching the other side of the basement, Lash continues his 'regime' one handed!
Lash Donohue: "One... two... argh..three.."
The scene fades back to Lash going about his day..
Lash Donohue is insanely dedicated to his craft, and this has made many people sit up and take notice. It shows how determined Lash actually is to make it to where the top of the animal kingdom where the kings and queens of the ring runs amok among themselves, weeding out all pretenders in their path.
Lash (voice-over as Lash takes some vitamins and grabs some juice): "Some may say that I'm getting ahead of myself in a big way, but screw them. I'm headed for the top of this industry! One day, mark my words. I will take my rightful place as the undisputed king of the proverbial jungle. Believe me you, Lash is a one way or another kinda guy!!"
Of course, Lash is referring to Iconic Pro, the very "jungle" where these animals run free. As he quietly sipped his juice, Lash turned on his laptop and scanned through his emails..
Lash Donohue: "Junk. That's what spam folders are for, Google! Sheesh. Junk. Porn. Don't know what that's doing in there! Junk. No, I don't want to donate. Junk. J...wait, what's this?"
He clicked the link with enthusiasm and Lash's eyes certainly bugged out. IPW's head of talent relations had written to Lash requesting for him to first of all reply to the email with his details along with a folio of promotional photos. Secondly, and most amazingly, they wanted Lash to come down to IPW Headquarters for a meeting, with a view to negotiating a try out!
Lash: "Are you...is this a freakin prank or something?!"
Lash couldn't believe it. Although he had been deemed fit to wrestle, he was still trying his best to gain more experience with Squires Academy before even thinking of taking a step like this. His whole life, he wanted nothing more. This had to be some kind of cruel prank!
Lash: "N..no! That's the IPW official letterhead, though!"
Lash read the email over and over again. This was seemingly very real, and he decided that what the hey, he will respond positively and he will start packing for the road, just in case. Wow. If this DID indeed turn out to be real, Lash was out the door the second he closed that confirmation email.
Part II: "Turbo charged nerves!"
To his own amazement, Lash Donohue was indeed out the door. He was indeed behind the wheel of his surprisingly clean 'experimental' classic, knuckles white as he gripped the wheel.
Lash Donohue: "Tapioca Joe, Joshua Samson, Esq! These names are in my life. But how?!"
Lash's demeanor grew ever more intense and unwittingly drove just that little bit faster as the lime green 1979 Corvette L-82 turbo with the t-top drew within a half hour of being parked in the IPW lot..
Lash: "Argh. Seriously. Calm down, Lash. It may not be anything. Your meeting might bomb and your tryout may suck because you're n.."
Lash stopped himself then and there! He wasn't going to let the crippling self-doubt infiltrate his being. The remedy? Cranking Motorhead just that little bit louder, shifting gear and planting his foot just a little bit deeper and keeping his eyes on the freakin' prize!!
Part III: "Stack of freakin' tapes!"
Apart from a match between two unknown local wrestlers blaring on the big screen, it's all quiet in the office of world-famous retired wrestler and now critically acclaimed agent, Tapioca Joe.
Joe: "I'm going to put this on mute, the crowd is silent anyway.."
As he does so, he seems to relax a little and he appreciates the quiet as he pores over a mountain of paperwork and a stack of DVDs on his desk.
Joe (glancing at the flat screen): "Not like that! Damn, kid you'll really hurt a guy!"
Joe visibly cringes as the larger wrestler on the screen drops the smaller masked wrestler awkwardly for a scoop slam..
Joe: "I don't know about this one, Samson. I just don't know."
The phone rings, and Joe cocks an eyebrow and answers immediately..
Reception: "Joe? There's a Lash Donohue here to see you. Should I send him in?"
Joe grins and nods. The crowd sure wasn't dead in what Joe has seen of THIS youngster!
Joe: "Ah heck no, I need to get out. Gonna give him a tour while I grill him! Send him to the dining hall and tell catering to have coffee on hand, I will be there in five."
Reception: "Fine, Joe!"
There's a click of phones hanging up and the scene flicks back to Lash pacing back and forth in the rather expensive reception foyer of IPW towers. The reception staff turn their noses up as they hear the chains wrapped around his boots rattling with every move he makes. It's rather grating, because Lash won't stop moving!
Receptionist: "Mr. Donohue, Tapioca Joe has requested that you meet him in the dining hall. It's at the end of the hall to your immediate left, PLEASE go and rattle around in there!"
Lash gives the girls an apologetic grin, nods, takes a deep breath and walked rapidly towards IPW's also expansive dining hall!
Part IV: "The thin ice upon which thou tread."
Lash really had nothing to worry about. The coffee is perfect, these facilities are world class, and Tapioca Joe is probably the nicest man he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. He knew right from the handshake!
Joe: "We love our facilities here, Lash. It's so good to see the involuntary grin on the faces of our wrestlers when they realise that we DO invest in the truly state of the art.."
Lash nodded enthusiastically. Both retired veteran and upstart rookie alike take a moment to appreciate the coffee and the incredible IPW gym.
Joe: "But enough about us, Lash. We're here today to talk about YOU."
Lash was about to reply with something self-deprecating, but Joe smiled and waved him off.
Joe: "I see a lot of wrestlers, Lash. Hundreds. Maybe thousands. So, so many people send their stuff to me in the hopes of obtaining what you have rightfully obtained. My attention!"
Joe musses Lash's somewhat greasy hair and then pulls a face. Undeterred, he chuckles and wipes his hand on his shirt..
Joe: "I see your Twitter feed always lit up. That's a serious plus. You obviously work hard and have a good attitude towards your development, another serious plus. But..elephant in the room."
It's Lash's turn to raise an eyebrow.
Joe: "See, it takes a LOT to stand out amongst the immense crowd here, Lash. While I will watch each and every tape that lands on my desk, only about ten percent land in my maybe pile. You stand RIGHT out!"
Huh???
Joe: "Hijacking that guy's daycare center advertisement to discuss breastfeeding? Priceless. Hanging out with the kids and letting them 'beat you up', that shows that you have heart. And that backstage skit at that smaller local show with the popcorn and chili dogs? You were just hilarious in the crowd all night. I saw it all. I will go as far as to say you made it better!"
Lash: "Really? Thank you, sir. But you must know. While I can talk a lil, and I can handle myself ok - I am still a stu.."
Lash takes a wistful sip of his coffee as Joe cuts him off!
Joe: "A stud on the microphone? Agreed! In ring skill can be taught, what YOU have? Not so much! This is why Iconic Pro would be delighted to offer you a try out on one of our upcoming events, Lash. I know that our fans have a really good chance of warming to you!"
Lash did a double take. He wanted to say something, but his usually silver tongue just wouldn't budge!
Joe: "Speechless, eh, kid? That's a first! Aww come on do I have to put a microphone in front of you do I??"
Lash still couldn't find any words. Merely a shocked, bug eye stare. Joe laughs heartily, producing a simple short term contract from his briefcase..
Joe: "How about a pen?"
Lash simply nodded, still wide-eyed.
Joe chuckled and turned around as the still silent Lash Donohue used his back to lean on.
Joe: "Don't sweat it, Donohue. A charismatic youngin like you has the world at his feet. It's all up to you from here on, kid. Make me proud I did this!"
Lash: "Thanks, Tap. You bet your ass I will.."
Still kind of shocked, Lash sips his coffee as Joe laughs and the veteran continues showing Lash around. Lash, although he appears calm, has so much to think about that his head just may explode!
