Post by Tatum Coe on Jan 20, 2015 0:54:09 GMT -5
|A crowd of photographers are standing around a red carpet event for a lavish fashion show taking place at a trendy location. Tatum Coe, dressed in a designer suit and wearing a signature, thousand dollar pair of shades, is surrounded by reporters, answering questions. His spiked, black hair is perfectly groomed, giving him that irresistable image he’s become known the world over. OCW reporter, Jones, fights through a sea of reporters, trying to get to Coe. We can over hear Coe answering a question|
Tatum Coe: Ever since my days of male modeling, I’ve always been a huge supporter and fan of the industry. It’s one of the great pleasures in my life, to give back and help sponsor these events.
Jones: Mr. Coe! Mr. Coe!
|Coe turns around and fails to recognize Jones|
Jones: It’s me, Jones!
Tatum Coe: Excuse me?
Jones: I was at your house yesterday!
Tatum Coe: Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry. I’m a very busy man.
Jones: I’m with OCW
|Coe squints, barely making out what Jones is saying due to the loud forum they are both immersed in|
Jones: I was just wondering if you cared to comment on what Awe.Some had to say about you possibly being in the Paradigm Match?
Tatum Coe: What? Who? I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to speak loudly and clearer.
Jones: Awe.Some! They said if you were in the Paradigm Match, they knew which match they’d be skipping.
Tatum Coe: Hmm.
|Coe takes a moment to mentally digest the information Jones has just handed him|
Tatum Coe: And why, exactly, should I be concerned with what these guys think?
Jones: Well, they are in OCW, just like you. Dean seems pretty excited about their futures.
Tatum Coe: Ugh, fine, listen, you can tell Awe.Some that it isn’t wise to poke your fingers in the eyes of the most powerful men in wrestling. If they were smart, they’d know well enough to leave me alone.
Jones: Here’s a screen cap of their twitter post...
|Tatum slides his shades down the bridge of his nose, getting a good look|
Tatum Coe: Who’s the girl?
Jones: Their sister and manager.
Tatum Coe: Interesting, I may wind up paying them a visit after all. She’s not half bad, you know, for being involved in pro wrestling.
Jones: What does that mean?
Tatum Coe: Come on...you’ve seen what the women in this sport look like, not exactly breath taking...well, I take that back, the looks of some of the feminine creatures who step between the ropes could, literally, force a person to skip a breath or two.
Jones: Things have changed, Mr. Coe...the females, they are more attractive than they used to be.
Tatum Coe: Well, terrific, but you’re wasting my time. Was that all you had to tell me?
Jones: Umm, yea
Tatum Coe: So, you worked yourself all the way through that crowd to inform me a couple of nobodies from nowhere said something slightly derogatory about me?
Jones: Pretty much
Tatum Coe: You are terrible at your job.
|Jones attempts to retaliate, but Coe turns his back and heads inside the fashion show, amidst more questions, flash bulbs and other amounts of hubbub. Jones is left standing alone, contemplating life|
Jones: I really hate covering this guy
|End|
Tatum Coe: Ever since my days of male modeling, I’ve always been a huge supporter and fan of the industry. It’s one of the great pleasures in my life, to give back and help sponsor these events.
Jones: Mr. Coe! Mr. Coe!
|Coe turns around and fails to recognize Jones|
Jones: It’s me, Jones!
Tatum Coe: Excuse me?
Jones: I was at your house yesterday!
Tatum Coe: Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry. I’m a very busy man.
Jones: I’m with OCW
|Coe squints, barely making out what Jones is saying due to the loud forum they are both immersed in|
Jones: I was just wondering if you cared to comment on what Awe.Some had to say about you possibly being in the Paradigm Match?
Tatum Coe: What? Who? I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to speak loudly and clearer.
Jones: Awe.Some! They said if you were in the Paradigm Match, they knew which match they’d be skipping.
Tatum Coe: Hmm.
|Coe takes a moment to mentally digest the information Jones has just handed him|
Tatum Coe: And why, exactly, should I be concerned with what these guys think?
Jones: Well, they are in OCW, just like you. Dean seems pretty excited about their futures.
Tatum Coe: Ugh, fine, listen, you can tell Awe.Some that it isn’t wise to poke your fingers in the eyes of the most powerful men in wrestling. If they were smart, they’d know well enough to leave me alone.
Jones: Here’s a screen cap of their twitter post...
|Tatum slides his shades down the bridge of his nose, getting a good look|
Tatum Coe: Who’s the girl?
Jones: Their sister and manager.
Tatum Coe: Interesting, I may wind up paying them a visit after all. She’s not half bad, you know, for being involved in pro wrestling.
Jones: What does that mean?
Tatum Coe: Come on...you’ve seen what the women in this sport look like, not exactly breath taking...well, I take that back, the looks of some of the feminine creatures who step between the ropes could, literally, force a person to skip a breath or two.
Jones: Things have changed, Mr. Coe...the females, they are more attractive than they used to be.
Tatum Coe: Well, terrific, but you’re wasting my time. Was that all you had to tell me?
Jones: Umm, yea
Tatum Coe: So, you worked yourself all the way through that crowd to inform me a couple of nobodies from nowhere said something slightly derogatory about me?
Jones: Pretty much
Tatum Coe: You are terrible at your job.
|Jones attempts to retaliate, but Coe turns his back and heads inside the fashion show, amidst more questions, flash bulbs and other amounts of hubbub. Jones is left standing alone, contemplating life|
Jones: I really hate covering this guy
|End|
