"Look dude, you can take the shit off. This isn't professional."
"It's necessary to maintain the illusion." The unknown wrestler hissed.
"What illusion? You fucked me okay? I make a hundred bucks a week showing off for these people. Now I'm a loser. Happy with yourself?"
"Do you want a real opportunity? That's why I'm here. To recruit you."
"To do what?"
"I can't say, only show. Come here tomorrow morning at eight. You'll see."
"What is this? Some sort of joke?"
"We know everything about you, including that this beautiful truck of yours is about to get repossessed. We can provide you with more than you ever thought you'd have."
"I'm not just falling for some scam from a guy who happens to wrestle good."
"Be there." The man walked away.