Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 12:45:48 GMT
Passenger on a private jet accompanied by his personal assistant, travelling out of L.A to Tijuana, Mexico, attending the upcoming Pollomania event. Hayden Sensation is dressed exquisitely, playing the new Metal Gear Solid as his PA, Emily, finishes running through his busy schedule for once they have crossed the border and touched down at Tijuana International Airport.
"So as long as everything moves exactly according to plan, I shall be taking in the show then fleeing this filthy crime ridden cesspit, making it back with enough time to make a fashionably late appearance at whatever party in Hollywood. All the while keeping myself at safe distance from the dirty native inhabitants and a number of potential dangers, ranging from hookers with knives to my family having to pay ransom money to some cartel in order to ever see my pretty face again. Fantastic, anything else?"
He turns to Emily who is seated at a nearby table, eyes focused on her laptop.
"Nothing important, Mr Sensation. Although you might want to know that Pollomania have reported yet another new addition to the roster, Mascara Del Baile."
She twists the screen around, showing a video she found on YouTube of the new wrestler in action. Hayden glances over for a moment, screwing his face up as he brushes it off to go back to his game.
"Who cares, another loser in a mask and a non English name I'm expected to be bothered taking the time out of my busy day to learn the correct pronunciation of. Which isn't fair. Also, I haven't even got my foot in the door now suddenly my signing is yesterdays news. Double unfair. Already I hate this guy, but not nearly as much as the last one you were showing me... You know, the one with the face."
Having finished a mission he paused the game, turning his attention back to Emily.
"I believe you mean Toast."
She turns the screen back to her employer, showing a picture of the odd looking man to which Hayden shudders at the sight of, looking completely repulsed.
"Sick. Yeah that's the one. I can't believe a thing like that could actually exist. Must have been like, the ugliest baby ever. How could I forget that name. Especially since I take such exception to this gross Neanderthal and his gruesome features. Competing with me like all the others for the viewers attention, trying to steal my buzz to promote his bizarre infatuation."
He stopped for a moment, thinking about it and wondering what's so great about toast. Not being able to think of anything.
"I suppose growing up looking like that does funny things to the brain and probably warped his mind or something. Because toast sucks. Who has toast as a first choice for breakfast? I think it's probably what they might get served in prison or detention camps or something. But even in that case I think it would still be extremely disappointing. Only losers eat toast."