Leading Off - A Socks Fetters RP (1.1)
Aug 7, 2015 1:14:10 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2015 1:14:10 GMT
Moments after his signing with Pollomania~!, Socks Fetters strolled in through the front door of the closest Pollo Bucket. (Socks wanted to make sure to get his roster discount: $3 off the Mega Bucket.) Upon entering, Socks noticed that there was a) a line that was fairly long and b) no one turned around to acknowledge that he had just entered. It should've been obvious, his mask was even baseball themed! Alas.
"Ahem."
Socks cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. It didn't work.
"AHEM!"
A few people in line turned to where Socks was 'clearing his throat'. He took that moment to strike a fancy-pants pose, a big smile on his face underneath the painted on black mustache of his mask.
"Yes, it is I. The great Socks Fetters!"
Everyone turned back around. Everyone except for a kid and his dad who stood in front of Socks. Upon seeing this, Socks' eyes lit. This was his chance to leave an impression on the youth of today. This was his chance to sign an autograph for the kid so that he could cherish it forever (or, sell it on eBay once Socks got famous so he could buy some cheap Made In China toy. You know, whatever.) Socks glanced at the kid, who was looking up at him with big eyes. Clearly he had never seen a professional wrestler of Socks' caliber before.
"Hey there. What's your name?"
"BILLY!"
The kid's voice jumped up in excitement. It was a tad... Girly. Socks feared for this kid in his high school years, because Fetters knew he would end up in a locker somewhere, or, with his head down a toilet getting a swirly.
"Would you like an autograph from a famous wrestler, Billy?"
"BOY, WOULD I?!"
Socks looked around and found a crumpled napkin on the floor that might've been used. Socks looked around for a moment, then spotted a customer using a pen to sign fortheir credit card. He slinked to the beginning of the line where the customer was, and yanked it from their hand. There, across the Pollomania~! logo, Socks wrote a note and his name for Billy and handed it back to him.
"Hold on to that, Billy. It'll be worth something when I win the Scramble!"
---
Later, Billy's mom was washing his clothes. She emptied the pockets to make sure that there was nothing in them, and curiously enough, she found a used Pollomania~! napkin with something wrote on it. She took it under the light to make it out. In perfect legible writing, there was a small note:
"Ahem."
Socks cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. It didn't work.
"AHEM!"
A few people in line turned to where Socks was 'clearing his throat'. He took that moment to strike a fancy-pants pose, a big smile on his face underneath the painted on black mustache of his mask.
"Yes, it is I. The great Socks Fetters!"
Everyone turned back around. Everyone except for a kid and his dad who stood in front of Socks. Upon seeing this, Socks' eyes lit. This was his chance to leave an impression on the youth of today. This was his chance to sign an autograph for the kid so that he could cherish it forever (or, sell it on eBay once Socks got famous so he could buy some cheap Made In China toy. You know, whatever.) Socks glanced at the kid, who was looking up at him with big eyes. Clearly he had never seen a professional wrestler of Socks' caliber before.
"Hey there. What's your name?"
"BILLY!"
The kid's voice jumped up in excitement. It was a tad... Girly. Socks feared for this kid in his high school years, because Fetters knew he would end up in a locker somewhere, or, with his head down a toilet getting a swirly.
"Would you like an autograph from a famous wrestler, Billy?"
"BOY, WOULD I?!"
Socks looked around and found a crumpled napkin on the floor that might've been used. Socks looked around for a moment, then spotted a customer using a pen to sign fortheir credit card. He slinked to the beginning of the line where the customer was, and yanked it from their hand. There, across the Pollomania~! logo, Socks wrote a note and his name for Billy and handed it back to him.
"Hold on to that, Billy. It'll be worth something when I win the Scramble!"
---
Later, Billy's mom was washing his clothes. She emptied the pockets to make sure that there was nothing in them, and curiously enough, she found a used Pollomania~! napkin with something wrote on it. She took it under the light to make it out. In perfect legible writing, there was a small note:
Billy, your mom is greasier than this chicken but she was still worth the price of admission. I don't know if Jessica Buck can even say that. At least I didn't have to draw an O-Face on a Post-It note for her.
Your pal,
Socks Fetters.