The WHOA! Man Cometh

[Modo WHOA! [REBEL]]

It had been a long time since Modo WHOA! had come anywhere near returning 'home', and being a Florida native this is probably the closest he would ever come. Ever since he started working the independent circuit back in mid two-thousand-and-five, Modo has mainly worked around the North East and once or twice in California. But he had never garnered any real media attention or a large fan base - which can be contributed to his erratic behaviour and shying away from the public. He's been working to conquer those problems though, I swear. Group therapy, psychiatrists, the lot. People aren't that willing to open up in front of someone who won't remove their mask though, so group therapy wasn't great. But he's trying, damnit.

And obviously it's working! That, or REBEL Pro are extremely desperate for wrestlers and are willing to let anyone wrestle for them in the beginning. Sure a lot of the workers have come across from their Edmonton sister, NAPW, but some of these workers are new. Outsiders. Possibly, unproven entities - if you want to get wordy. Of course, when a couple o the workers are self-proclaimed "spot monkeys" there really will be "no bullshit".

It's a brand new environment for Modo WHOA!. A fresh start in which his brazen recklessness might go unnoticed. Where he can improve himself. Raise the bar as you might say. That being said, the upcoming scene may shock you ... Or at least cause you to lose all of your faith in this man, "The WHOA! Man", Modo WHOA!


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[The scene opens in Boston, Massachusetts where Modo WHOA! is currently working for another independent promotion. Of course his travels with that promotion will also take him to Pittsburgh and Barrie, Ontario, Canada, but he remains confident that the travelling will be fun]

[Anyhow, at the moment, Modo WHOA! has just arrived at the building where said promotion is running only their second show. He's got a box containing a Super Nintendo Entertainment System, some Leonard Cohen vinyls (not 'I'm Your Man' he's removed that one so he can listen to 'Tower Of Song' later), an African fertility statue and a car license plate under arm. And breathe. And the acceptance letter from REBEL pro in his left hand. I would assume he's smiling right now, but I can't tell due to the mask. He puts the letter in with the rest of the items in the cardboard box as he continues walking down the white corridor]

[Dressed with a black 'Sugarcult' tee on top of his skeleton like ring attire, Modo struts down the corridor when he comes across a member of the backstage staff. Jason, a rotund man in his mid thirties with a receding hair line and a pony tail]

Modo WHOA!:
I've got a problem, kind sir.

Jason:
What is it, Modo?

Modo WHOA!:
I've just been invited to work for a second promotion. One down in North Carolina.

Jason:
Oh, congratulations.

[Pause]

Modo WHOA!:
Oh, um, thank you. And, sir, if you could pass this information on to the other non-believers, I'd much appreciate it.

Jason:
Sure. Hey, I hope this works out for you. I enjoyed your match against El Hijo Escondido last week. It'll be good experience for you to get out there and work for a couple of promotions.

Modo WHOA!:
Thanks, you've been very supportive.

Jason:
No problem.

[And with that Jason walks away, leaving Modo WHOA! alone with his box]

Modo WHOA!:
Damn. Why do people have to be so damn nice around here?

[And with that, the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]