May 5th 2011
*Johnny Young is seen walking up to a large receptionist desk. Despite being inside, he is wearing his sunglasses.*
Receptionist: Yes sir, can I help you?
Johnny Young: I’m Johnny Young.
Receptionist: Yes, of course, Mr. Young, can I help you?
JY: I’m here to see Mr. Sunderland.
Receptionist: Did you have an appointment? I don’t see anything...
JY: Just tell him I’m here. I’m ‘The Star Player’. I don’t need an appointment.
Receptionist: I’m sorry, but Mr. Sunderland is out of town at the moment. He’ll be back on Monday. Would you like me to take a message?
*Johnny takes off his sunglasses and smiles.*
JY: Sure. Tell him that I saw Ash talking about wanting to lead a team in some kind of a tournament. You tell Mr. Sunderland that I want to captain one of those teams. I mean, I’m sure that putting me in charge of a team was the idea from the start but I just want to make it clear that I am all for it. Team Young is ready and willing!
*The receptionist is writing down the message.*
Receptionist: Ready... willing. Ok, I got it and I’ll make sure he gets it. Anything else I can help you with.
*Johnny puts his hand to his chin and rubs it in deep thought.*
JY: No, I guess that will, oh! Actually, yes! There is something else. I need you to book myself and Mark Blood to a rematch for the next event. You see, that idiot ref thought I was giving up when Blood had me in the STF but I was actually laughing. My hand tapped the mat accidentally! What a moron. Like I’d ever give up to a loser like Mark Blood. When we get into the ring next time, he’s going to be a world of hurt. You can count on that. I’m going to fix this mess!
Receptionist: I can’t do that!
JY: What do you mean? Don’t you book trips and things for Mr. Sunderland and Mr. Charles? So do it. Book a match!
Receptionist: Mr. Young, I do not book matches! If you want a match against Mark Blood, I suggest you go talk to the booking committee. They are just down the hall.
JY: Fine. Fine. I’ll do it myself. Useless. I don’t know how you have a job.
*Johnny Young walks out the door in disgust. A moment later, NRWL Hall of Famer Mike Blood comes out from a conference room.*
Mike Blood: Hi Linda, we’re just wrapping up our meeting. We have a list of potential inductees, can you send them to Mr. Sunderland and Mr. Charles to get their opinions? We’re hoping to come to a final decision soon.
Linda: Sure thing, Mr. Blood. I’ll take care of it immediately.
MB: Thanks. Hey, was someone just out here?
Linda: Yeah, Johnny Young was here. He came in asking to be team captain of an upcoming team tournament and then asked me to book him a rematch against your son! Like I could do that!
MB: What? Uhh, ok. Whatever. You know, he’s a really gifted wrestler but sometimes I think he’s taken too many piledrivers to the head.
*Linda and Mike Blood both look at the door that Johnny Young walked out of and shake their heads.*
