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Sketch
Guest
It was a rainy day in Charlotte, North Carolina as the camera's slowly moved towards a figure opening a mailbox, from the distance the figure was still a blurr, but as we got closer you could see a white t-shirt with slain rappers 2PAC Shakur, Notorious B.I.G, and BIG L airbrushed on the front and on the reverside the words "KEEP THE PEACE" with the rappers death dates written directly underneath in a glossy font, a pair of gray Vibe sweatshorts, and some black Adidas sandles.
Sketch opened his mailbox, and took a look inside pulling a couple of envelopes from the box and shutting the small door back shut thumbing through the letters he found one marked GXW Talent Committee. Without notice he ripped the letter open and read the contents.
"Dear Applicant, that would be me..." Sketch said, "You have been selected to participate in Global Xtreme Wrestling," Sketch paused a moment and tried to remember if he had ever filled out an
application for employment.
"GXW? F--K is that?" Sketch smirked folding up the letter and placing in the pocket of his pants and walked into the house. He took a seat on the leather recliner that sat directly infront of his television
set and picked up the remote that laid on the coffee table and flipped through the channels and stopped.
"Boogie FUGGIN' Smallz," he mumbled to himself as he nearly broke the remote in half squeezing it inhalf as he starred at the GXW commercial that aired, "Now I remember," he grinned slightly releasing the remote from his grasp allowing it to hit the ground and on impact the batteries fell out.
"SH!T," he said, "I've got you now, Boogie," Sketch grinned as the cameras cut away from him and the we fade away to a GXW logo with SKETCHES name replacing the letters GXW...
Sketch opened his mailbox, and took a look inside pulling a couple of envelopes from the box and shutting the small door back shut thumbing through the letters he found one marked GXW Talent Committee. Without notice he ripped the letter open and read the contents.
"Dear Applicant, that would be me..." Sketch said, "You have been selected to participate in Global Xtreme Wrestling," Sketch paused a moment and tried to remember if he had ever filled out an
application for employment.
"GXW? F--K is that?" Sketch smirked folding up the letter and placing in the pocket of his pants and walked into the house. He took a seat on the leather recliner that sat directly infront of his television
set and picked up the remote that laid on the coffee table and flipped through the channels and stopped.
"Boogie FUGGIN' Smallz," he mumbled to himself as he nearly broke the remote in half squeezing it inhalf as he starred at the GXW commercial that aired, "Now I remember," he grinned slightly releasing the remote from his grasp allowing it to hit the ground and on impact the batteries fell out.
"SH!T," he said, "I've got you now, Boogie," Sketch grinned as the cameras cut away from him and the we fade away to a GXW logo with SKETCHES name replacing the letters GXW...