Post by Jon Pryor on Feb 9, 2009 13:18:17 GMT -5
"Excuse me, sir... you're in this gentleman's seat..." A staff member of the GCW Arena said, shining a flashlight on a fan in the front row.
"Huh? Dude, I got these seats from a friend! See?"
He holds up the ticket, to which the staff member shakes his head. "Then it's your friend's problem. We'll relocate you, but this seat is Mr. Pryor's. Vacate it now, please..."
Defeated, the fan leaves, mumbling something along the lines of "fucking asshole" to Jon Pryor as he walks past. Jon pays him no mind. Unbuttoning the buttons of his suit's jacket, he steps through the fans, sitting in his seat... front and center ring side. He smirked... it was good to have the night off when all three other possible contenders were either on the roster, or having their qualifying match directly after Exodus. It didn't bother him at all... especially with a half hour long, epic match the night before.
He's sure attention is to be drawn to him eventually throughout the night, especially after coming in following Pryce's promo.
"Huh? Dude, I got these seats from a friend! See?"
He holds up the ticket, to which the staff member shakes his head. "Then it's your friend's problem. We'll relocate you, but this seat is Mr. Pryor's. Vacate it now, please..."
Defeated, the fan leaves, mumbling something along the lines of "fucking asshole" to Jon Pryor as he walks past. Jon pays him no mind. Unbuttoning the buttons of his suit's jacket, he steps through the fans, sitting in his seat... front and center ring side. He smirked... it was good to have the night off when all three other possible contenders were either on the roster, or having their qualifying match directly after Exodus. It didn't bother him at all... especially with a half hour long, epic match the night before.
He's sure attention is to be drawn to him eventually throughout the night, especially after coming in following Pryce's promo.