The concrete walls of Madison Square Garden try their best to isolate the sound of the roaring New York crowd from the bustling backstage bedlam as several wrestlers and trainers alike turn the hallways to the I-95.
One man sits aside the traffic.
Hugging the wall and gripping his Quest bar is Luis Bishop. The young prospect is keen on sticking to his diet despite the domain of deserts available to him.
Detaching from the drove is Samsin Simsin who at first fails to notice Luis Bishop, grabs himself a coffee. When he takes sight of his former Scumchester compatriot, he jumps back.
Samsin: Hey! I didn’t see you there.
Bishop looks at Samsin (who is trying to keep a brave face but isn't looking so hot right now)before showing a half smile and further peeling back the bar and beginning to eat.
Samsin: It’s been some long time/no see, huh?
Bishop chewing: No kidding huh.
Samsin: I wasn't sure how you felt about me since disappearing..
Bishop: I didn’t know where you’re head’s been at or… if-you got your head back.
Bishop: I’m still not really sure how this whole thing works.
Samsin chuckles.
Samsin: Something like that, eh?
Samsin: Well, actually it’s nothing like that.
Samsin: I’m finally feeling like myself again and I have been working on my get-back against the people who did that to me.
Bishop: DNS. I remember when I had my run in with them and uh…
Bishop: You were on that side.
Samsin: Well it actually wasn’t even me technically, it was my mind and body being controlled by a misfit circus act.
Bishop’s eyebrows furrow upon hearing Samsin’s words.
Samsin: And that’s why now that I got it back, I’m trying to right a lot of those wrongs and bring an end to DNS.
Bishop: Okay…
Samsin: Look. All I’m saying is next week, I have a match against Bash and knowing DNS….
Samsin: I could really use more friends than any enemies I've accumulated
Bishop: Uhh…I’ll think about it.
Samsin tosses his coffee cup to a trash bin and begins to walk away with his head down leaving Bishop to ponder the offer.
