Joe Bernard
The fundraiser was already well underway when Joe finally decided to show up. His all black 2012 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1, worth a little over 100.000 $ stopped in an agressive manner in front of the building where the event took place. As he gets out of the car, flashes of light from the photo cameras imdieatly start to bust his face. Joe didn't seem to bothered by that as he gave the car keys to the vallet who took his car in order to park it along with the others. As he was walking down the aisle towards the entrance, reporters imidieatly started flocking towards him in order to ask him questions. "Please! No questions. I have nothing to say." Said Joe continuing to make his way to the entrance.
However a female reporter asks him. "Mr. Bernard, it's strange for an MMA fighter to be seen in such places. Are you here because you want to repair your damaged image a little?" She said as she extended a small recording device towards him. Max stops and turns around. He looks at the recording device then at the female reporter. "What's your name?" He asked. "Mr. Bernard...you are answering my question with a question." She said with a serious look. "No, humor me! What's your name? It's not like i'm asking you to take off your clothes. Although judging by the way you look I think you'd be better off without them. A body like yours dosen't deserve to be hidden away." Said Joe who was visibly upset. "Now...what's your name?" He continued as the female reporter looked shocked at him.
"Sarah!" She said with half a mouth. "Okay Sarah. I'm here because I hate cancer. I'm here because two of my relatives have died because of cancer. My grandmother and my aunt. And you are right, i'm here because I do want to repair my damaged a little. Satisfied! Now I want all of you sharks to leave me alone." Said Joe as he turned around and after a few more steps finally made it inside, where he was greeted by Max, his manager. Max, or Maxwell Terry by his real name was a 50 year old englishman. Max used to be a boxer but he retired 12 years ago and became a manager. His collaboration with Joe started last year, after Joe fired his previous manager and the man he worked with ever since he became a pro, because he caught him trying to steal money from him.
"Goddamnit Joe! I told you to stop arguing with the press. Now they are gonna use this little incident against you." Said Max who shook Joe's hand and acted like everything was allright. "Max, as far as i'm concerned, those sharks, those leeches can do whatever they want. I couldn't care less. Now if you excuse me, i'm off to the bar for a drink." Said Joe with a calm tone, slapped Max on his left elbow then went off to the bar. "Remember no alcohol! You're driving!" Said Max as he crossed his arms, nodded his head in dissaproval and watched as Joe dissapeared into the crowd, as he was going to the bar.