“Come in, already.” crackled a voice over the intercom. Russel David craned his neck, looking to see just where it was, and gave a bewildered and amused smirk. His was a strange life, as any in professional wrestling ended up being. And this week, it had only gotten stranger.
David stood up from his seat, opened the door to this left and walked into the room.
He had been sitting in that chair, as if he was back in detention at Lord Asquith High because within that slick black envelope that he had received. Within the pictures of old Legion teams, and wrestlers, the manifestos from ages past for a better wrestling world, and a deed to the Cathedral… and what a place that was… where detailed directions to the dark ominous place he had found himself.
With one door that locked behind him, and another that was locked before he had entered.
With a seat that had the word SIT written on it with thick permanent marker.
And then the intercom that he hadn’t even noticed until it had spoken to him.
Russel David squinted when he entered the room, it was dark. Yep, David though, the clan destine atmosphere was heavy.
He knew somebody else was in the room because of the sound of metal tapping on wood. A coin? A pen? A ring?
“Hello.” Russel said into the darkness.
“Russel David.”
“Hello?” Was all he could think of saying in reply, as a reporter this was Deep Throat territory to him, and it actually kind of scared him.
“Sit.” The voice said from the darkness, before adding. “Please.”
Russel David sat down, in the well stuffed office chair, and then looked across the desk at the man in the shadows. At this angle he still could see the man, all that well. There was light coming in the from the window to there right and it shone through the half shut blinds.
“So, you sent me Legion…”
These where the first few words that came out of Russel David’s mouth, before the man in the shadows sat forward, and his face shifted from the shadows, into the light. David was at first, speakless. The man spoke back to him, enjoying this moment. He spoke.
“Hello.”
“But you’re…”
“I know.” was the man's reply, he had a grin on his breath. And it was a mile wide.
