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Good Friday
Topic Started: Apr 2 2010, 06:51 PM (222 Views)
Howard Thompson
sVo Wrestler
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Just another day in paradise...

Not everybody can say they have a special holiday in their home country called - 'Good Friday.' But Howard 'The Bank' Thompson can... why? Well, up in Canada it's the Easter day weekend! It's a long weekend... but unfortunately he won't be apart of it as he is on the road today towards Las Vegas, Nevada again. This time though, he's not traveling by an airplane though, as it seems his flight got canceled due to uh... hi-jackers? Really?

Yeah, that's what happened!

Howard was boarding the plane and getting all of his luggage settled when the announcement was made over the pa system inside the building.

Voice: "Ladies and gentleman of Pearson International Airport, all flights to Las Vegas have been delayed!"

A deep breath and a replay of the same thing...

Voice: "I repeat, all flights to Las Vegas have been delayed!"

Thompson was standing by the exit doors almost ready to take off down the runway and towards the plane. That wouldn't be the case though. Howard who was wearing his patented black shades, his beige shorts, white socks with the Nike logo on it and a nice blue coloured polo shirt wasn't too pleased as you could hear him aloud, shouting...

Howard: "Damn it!!!"

People around him were just as disappointed as Las Vegas was the sin city, it was the place where whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Thompson was looking forward to a nice quiet and quick first class trip there for this Sunday when he wrestles for the Sanctioned Violence Organisation and their first return pay-per-view, Resurrection.

Howard: "Now I gotta go ahead and catch a damn limo!"

Thompson demands his luggage and gets all of his things back which include a black duffel bag with the white Nike letters on it. As well as a suitcase he begins to roll on the floor since it has it's own wheels. As Howard makes his way down the hallways of the airport and towards the front arena doors, he continues to talk aloud as people surrounding him just look at him and wonder who he is and what his problem is.

Howard: "I ride in those all the time, it's pretty much where I've spent a lot of my time. It's bad enough it's good Friday and I can't even be here with Amy. Gosh, I sure do miss her... but oh well, time to get ready for a long ass ride to Vegas, hopefully I can just make it there in time for the show in two days."

It was only a couple of days away, with about over 48 hours to get there and a dozen states to go through. It would take 12 hours or so just to get through Missouri, it was going to be the longest ride of his life.

Howard: "The worst part is, I get to rent a limo instead of using my own AND it's not even Burns driving me... ugh!"

Thompson was frustrated, but maybe that's what he needed going into his match this Sunday. It was against Christopher St. James and the current reigning sVo Las Vegas Champion, Julianna Torres who would be defending her gold. 'The Bank' had already finished up a quick interview in T.O. with the Slam! Sports association and now he was on the road again...

It wasn't long and Howard was already on his way to another airport...

Howard: "Yeah, eff going all the way in a limo, I've already called ahead and found out that no other flights from Detroit, Michigan were delayed so here I come Vegas, baby!"

That made him more happy... an airport that had it's shit together. It was only a couple hours of a drive from Toronto to Detroit. Of course, he would have to cross the border into the States but he would of had to do that anyways.

Howard: "When I get to Nevada again, I'm going to go grab myself a couple drinks somewhere and settle down. Then I'm going to find a place to sing, a place to eat and then I'm going to hit the hay! First though I must get through this day with this dick of a driver and focus on my match this Sunday."

Thompson sits in the back of the limo heading down the highway across the 403 through Brantford, Woodstock and even London, Ontario as he became closer and closer to the Windsor, Ontario and Detroit, Michigan border.

Howard: "I've probably crossed more borders then I've had sex, so as you can tell... I've traveled too much!"

He cracks a smile, just relaxing in the back of the limousine with his feet up and no seat belt on.

Howard: "It's cool, not many people know this but you don't even have to wear a seat belt. I always thought it's your own life you're putting at risk, so why is it a law?"

Howard shrugs and shakes his head.

Howard: "Oh well... now it's time to get down to business, show business that is..."

'The Bank' as most people of course referred too him as, had that confident smirk upon his face as he took some time to gather his thoughts and type in any idea's he may have for his match this Sunday on his cell phone.

Howard: "These cell phones come in handy for almost everything. Got a calculator, an alarm clock, even a note pad where I can store things in. Today though... on this good Friday I'm going to see what I can come up with for my opponents Christopher St. James and Julianna Torres."

After about a few minutes he has jot down some idea's...

Howard: "First off, I know Christopher St. James type and I know what he's capable of. He's a young bright star like I once was and he's very hungry. I seen the look in his eyes when he was checking out his competition. I know he may not have ever said anything about me, but I do understand if he you know, looks up to me?"

He pauses, scrolling down on his phone for more information.

Howard: "I've been gathering all my thoughts and all the things I can from what I've seen out of both of my opponents. All I know is that both of them are noobs. No... seriously, they are. I can tell they are very inexperienced, however. I also can tell that they learn fast and that's what will make them better in the end. I go into this match the veteran it seems, but I bet you won't see me dominate shit. Why?"

Howard cocks his head, then continues...

Howard: "Well, they both have something special in them, a big passion for this business. It can go along way if you know what you're doing... trust me I know. Christopher St. James is looking to come in and do what he can to win the title on Sunday, I'll be doing the same. Julianna Torres is going to be making a strong push to defending her gold and who knows, maybe some of the Corporation members will get involved? It's hard to say really..."

Thompson closes his phone up, obviously he is finished with his notes...

Howard: "That's all I've written down, the rest is basically in my head. It's a triple threat, meaning I don't even have to pin Julianna Torres to become the Las Vegas Champion. Neither does St. James, but I also get that if I pin her the champion, it makes me look better. I'm pretty sure I dropped all that image crap a long time ago though, so I'll just take whatever comes my way and hopefully that will lead to my success for Resurrection and bring back my career to this life time."

Time continues to pass as the border gets closer and closer. Once he gets across he will be boarding a plane to Las Vegas for sure and good Friday will be over.

Howard: "If I win the Las Vegas Championship this Sunday night, it will add one more title to my resume. I will have held 3 titles in the sVo's history and I'll be one step closer to molding my name into the record books. Although I could be wrestling for the International Title this Sunday, it's cool. I never really liked that belt anyways, I'd much rather go for the World Title between Tobias and Night. Unfortunately though... I wasn't in the Alex Ross tournament. I don't think I'd want to wrestle in a dead guy's tournament anyways to be honest..."

Howard sets his phone to the side and then stretches his arms out. He brings them back down and around to his thighs as he just sits there looking out his window.

Howard: "Almost there! Just a little longer now... I wonder what's been going on down in Vegas the last week, feels like I've been gone forever. I really gotta move there though, this transportation stuff is costing me a fortune... I'm not as rich as I use to be, I'm not like Christopher St. James..."

Howard bursts out into laughter, totally mocking him and being sarcastic.

Howard: "I hope Julianna Torres is ready... unless she has some problems down there if ya know what I mean."

Thompson is now just poking fun, laughing hysterically...

Howard: "I know! I'm terrible, but anything can happen! Anything can and will happen this Sunday, so keep your eyes open people because you never know what might just happen and you never know who could be standing on top after the match is over!"

'The Bank' winks and wears a smirk on his face like he has something up his sleeve. Moments later they arrive to the border and begin to go through it with all their details and information to get across.

Howard: "Well, it's show time baby and this Sunday could be just the beginning of yours truly wearing gold, one... more... time!"

Later that day Howard 'The Bank' Thompson would make it to the Wayne County Airport in Detroit, Michigan. He got on board a plane to Las Vegas, Nevada okay and was on his way to sVo Resurrection which is this Sunday April 4th, 2010 only on PAY-PER-VIEW!

...the end.

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