Big Roguey Posted March 22, 2017 Share Posted March 22, 2017 The Best Day of Phonse Lockett’s Young Life So Far… The sun was shining in Monroe, Louisiana. Children were playing outside, adults were at work and the permanently stuck in between Phonse Lockett - yes, that’s his real name - was doing what he normally did in these quiet summer days. http://i.imgur.com/6DZE8Qn.jpg TELL ME WHY AIN’T NOTHING BUT A HEARTACHE TELL ME WHY AIN’T NOTHING BUT A MISTAKE TELL WHY I NEVER WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY I WAAAAAAAAAANT IT THAAAAAAAT WAY This stellar, future award winning performance was sadly cut short by a phone call received by Phoense. http://ragegenerator.com/images/ragebuilder-faces/Some-Time-Later-2/04%20-%203%20hours3.jpg Phoense stepped out of the cab and stared the old, slightly decaying theatre down. Dressed in his best suit and with his hair at its improbable best, nothing could stop Phoense. Knocking on the door with his signature knock that totally isn’t the starting beat to that one New Kids on The Block song everyone knows, Phonse waited. And waited. And waited. Phoense waited until a limousine pulled up behind him and the horn blared. http://i.imgur.com/cqOczHZ.jpg “Hi son, didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I’m Harry Chadwick, owner of this place. I believe you’re here for the job advertised?” “Uh, shyeah” Harry Chadwick began to regret his decision. “Well then, we best get acquainted. Tell me, how much do you know about professional wrestling?” Phonse lit up like a Christmas tree. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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