Post by High Flying Hardcore on Sept 13, 2013 12:01:57 GMT -5
A black, luxury tour bus was driving on the inside lane of the high way. Jon Daly and HFH were sitting at opposite ends. Daly was searching Suicide Fate, using the bus Wi-Fi but wasn’t having much luck as there wasn’t much on the world wide web about him. HFH was down at the front of the bus, looking out of the front window, bored. He saw a sign that read ‘High Way Station ahead- 1 mile’ and a KFC logo at the bottom of the sign.
“Pull into the sevice station up ahead” He said in his broad scots accent “I fancy a KFC… And am bored oot ma skull.” He then shouted back at Daly “You wanting anything from KFC, fatman?!”
“I’m okay, sir” He said back with a chuckle.
As they pulled into the service station, there wasn’t much. Five or six cars were parked around, there was a few pumps with petrol and there in the corner, was the KFC. Jon Daly left the bus to stretch his legs as did the driver. HFH entered KFC to see a near empty building. There was a family at one table and that was it. He walked up to the man dressed in KFC clothes behind who stood behind the counter.
“Can I get a large popcorn chicken meal and a bargain bucket, please”
The KFC worker shouted out the order for his colleges to follow up. As he stood at the counter, waiting on his food, the father from the family walked up to HFH and shook his hand very hard.
“Forgive me if I’m wrong” He said in a Californian accent. “But are you not the wrestling star, High Flying Hardcore?”
HFH could tell he was a big fan from the eager hand shake and n he also noticed that the man was wearing HFH’s second ever shirt with the multi-coloured letters and then saw than on the ‘F’ on the shirt, it was personally signed. Of course, he couldn’t remember signing it but he could tell it was real.
“I am indeed” Replied HFH with a smile “You a fan”
“One of your biggest. I, I can’t even believe it’s you”
“Yeah, man. I’m just a normal guy buying a normal KFC. I’m probably just like you.. I mean, I just bought some popcorn chicken just to throw at big Jon!”
“That’s cool, man. I read the other day there that you’re gonna be facing Suicide Fate and Kareem Al Bashir. What d’ya think about that?” the fan asked politely
“Oh, I’m not too worried. Kareem’s the guy I’m more concerned about. I’m pretty sure I’ll win but you never know when you’re against someone as sneaky as Kareem. Let’s look at it this way… I am going to win, it’s just a matter of if I use a super kick, a piledriver, or a swantom” HFH said with a grin.
“Cool, dude. It was nice meeting you.”
“Yeah, and you too… I never caught your name?” HFH said added quickly
“Brian the man said as he walked away, trying not to mark out.”
As KFC gave HFH his dinner, he walked out smmileing, knowing that, that conversation had made that man’s day and possibly his week. He loved his job, nut talking about Kareem, made him realise how much he hated him.
“Pull into the sevice station up ahead” He said in his broad scots accent “I fancy a KFC… And am bored oot ma skull.” He then shouted back at Daly “You wanting anything from KFC, fatman?!”
“I’m okay, sir” He said back with a chuckle.
As they pulled into the service station, there wasn’t much. Five or six cars were parked around, there was a few pumps with petrol and there in the corner, was the KFC. Jon Daly left the bus to stretch his legs as did the driver. HFH entered KFC to see a near empty building. There was a family at one table and that was it. He walked up to the man dressed in KFC clothes behind who stood behind the counter.
“Can I get a large popcorn chicken meal and a bargain bucket, please”
The KFC worker shouted out the order for his colleges to follow up. As he stood at the counter, waiting on his food, the father from the family walked up to HFH and shook his hand very hard.
“Forgive me if I’m wrong” He said in a Californian accent. “But are you not the wrestling star, High Flying Hardcore?”
HFH could tell he was a big fan from the eager hand shake and n he also noticed that the man was wearing HFH’s second ever shirt with the multi-coloured letters and then saw than on the ‘F’ on the shirt, it was personally signed. Of course, he couldn’t remember signing it but he could tell it was real.
“I am indeed” Replied HFH with a smile “You a fan”
“One of your biggest. I, I can’t even believe it’s you”
“Yeah, man. I’m just a normal guy buying a normal KFC. I’m probably just like you.. I mean, I just bought some popcorn chicken just to throw at big Jon!”
“That’s cool, man. I read the other day there that you’re gonna be facing Suicide Fate and Kareem Al Bashir. What d’ya think about that?” the fan asked politely
“Oh, I’m not too worried. Kareem’s the guy I’m more concerned about. I’m pretty sure I’ll win but you never know when you’re against someone as sneaky as Kareem. Let’s look at it this way… I am going to win, it’s just a matter of if I use a super kick, a piledriver, or a swantom” HFH said with a grin.
“Cool, dude. It was nice meeting you.”
“Yeah, and you too… I never caught your name?” HFH said added quickly
“Brian the man said as he walked away, trying not to mark out.”
As KFC gave HFH his dinner, he walked out smmileing, knowing that, that conversation had made that man’s day and possibly his week. He loved his job, nut talking about Kareem, made him realise how much he hated him.
