He woke up, eyes awake, today was a glorious day! He was going to meet the amazing wilkson, and his factory! He found the golden arm band in his football cards, and he was off to this grand factory dedicated to the equipment and sport of the national football league! He was never really a true athlete, for this sport or any other, but he lived with a passion the work and equipment behind it. It was his passion and he knew wilkson felt the same way.
As they all sat at the helmet shaped gates, the iron bars shaped like a Lineman's grill, he looked around at all the others that were waiting. They were all college or former pro football players that were either suspended for substance or other things. One thing in common was they were all like Charlie, alone in the world, with only there younger/ older brothers or coaches to guide them. Of course some had only themselves, as there families were no longer around anymore, and they lost fame because of there problems.
The clock above the factory was shaped like half a football field, and right at the 50 yard line struck the hour for the gates to open. There the gates creaked and the man himself entered. The crowd was stunned at this skinny guy with no athletic build, that was the king of this empire second to none. He wore a leather brown suit, with his logo burned into the sides of the coat. His hat looked the same material as a helmet, and his gloves looked like those you bought at a sports store.
"Good day gentlemen! May I be happy to introduce you to my factory, and would you all bring about your wrist bands!" The bigger former players all pushed the others away, laughing and shoving each other like big jocks. Charlie just shook his head as he ended last in line. It was hard to see behind all that beef and brawn, but eventually he saw wilkson at last and they were all into the factory.