EXETERRPG: (1, 0900) -CO, Captain Trip Williams

[Will Banowsky]

Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30

(Toronto, Canada - Tristan Steele's Toyota Tundra, In transit - CO, Captain
Trip Williams/Tristan Steele -0900)

Trip felt fortunate that his drive to the studio wasn't going to be very
long. Only 11 minutes or so. As much as he loved that he was driving, it
still felt odd and he kept having to remember all the traffic laws. The
last thing he wanted to do in an unknown situation was run over an old
lady. At that moment he heard a ringing sound and the screen on the Trucks
dashboard lit up. It said an incoming call from Percy.

Trip pressed the answer button, suddenly a voice filtered through the
Truck's speakers. "Hey big bro, hows it going?"

~That's, that's D.J.'s voice.~ Trip thought to himself. "Not much, just
headed to the studio."

"Good, he listen, I looked over the contract, its solid. Your agent agrees
to. It keeps you playing Trip for the next three seasons, and they will
work the production schedule so it doesn't conflcit with Captain Britain."

"Ok." Trip replied confused.

"Now, you're taking a slight pay cut, but it guaranteed them working on
your schedule. You'll more than make up for it by working extra. I already
cleared it with the WWE. As long as you serve as a brand ambassador,
they'll keep you on the nice relaxed, pay per appearance deal you have.
They don't want you signing elsewhere. So they're happy to oblige. S0 all
is set. Leaking that you were thinking of not coming back worked. A bit
underhanded. But it was Heyman's idea."

"So what does this all mean?" Trip asked more confused.

"It means when you get to the Studio for your meeting. Sign the contract,
and you're set. And if you see Gawain, tell him to call me. He still owes
me for mom's birthday present."

"Sure thing. Anything else?"

"Yeah, have fun on season two. See ya later bro."

The call ended. Trip was unsure of what was going on, But it seemed like
Tristan Steele was both a known name and a bit of tool. As he arrived at
the studio, the gate guard waved him through. He looked at the parking pass
hanging from his rear view mirror and found the corresponding spot.

Exiting the truck he looked at his phone, it said it was 9:10 am. He had 20
minutes to find his meeting.

~Here goes nothing.~

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