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| Pat | Apr 25 2010, 01:23 AM Post #1 |
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That one guy who is awesome
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Ah. The gym. A place of what can only be described as "manliness personified." Sweat and nothing but men trying to best other men in lifting heavy pieces of iron and metal, striving for that "perfect" body. A form that makes women everywhere drool and men jealous. Yes, the gym. A place that Christopher St. James does his very best to avoid. At least the public places where the steroid using, iron pumping, neanderthals hang out. If there was one thing that CSJ despised it was the guys that thought that having a bicep the rough diameter of a volleyball was the peak of physical perfection. No, in order to concentrate on his own body, his own image, his own perfection, CSJ built his own gym. Granted it was the same gym as any of those public places, but this one had a state of the art climate control system to keep CSJ in a perfect temperature range while working out, state of the art machinery to tone CSJ's perfect body, and most of all, it smelled perfectly. Sure, while CSJ was as close to perfect as one could come, he still sweat, but the room was so advanced, the rare visitor that came into this gym didn't notice a thing. Probably because CSJ has hired Tobias recently who makes a great Jack-Of-All-Trades. Sure he made great security detail for CSJ's latest business venture in his casino, made a pretty decent body guard though CSJ wouldn't trust him as far as he could throw him, but above all, he made a great gym clean up service. The only time Tobias could go into the gym would be under supervision and only to clean up the room after one of CSJ's intense workouts. Gotta give the Frenchie credit, he certainly knew how to clean. Maybe his mom was a maid? A question to be answered at another time... For right now we find CSJ in his gym doing one of his "light" workouts. Of course this isn't the typical "light" workout of a normal man. Nay, this is a workout that allows CSJ to meet his limits and work with them a little before cooling down and moving on. A workout he's perfected so that he's not too tired before Sunday night's show, but ready that he'll be sure to be in peak physical condition. A state of perfection like only Christopher St. James can do. This week however, is different. Normally while he does these workouts, CSJ is bragging about how he'll beat his opponent senseless. How he'll prove that they're nothing more than a stepping stone on his way up to the tippy top, where he'll build a platform and ascend to the heights that very few have achieved in a career. A place that at 23 CSJ would love to be at, just so he could look down and laugh at everyone. As mentioned though, this week was different. There was no cocky smile on the face of CSJ. There was no snappy comebacks, no arrogance. There wasn't any, "I'm going to beat you, 1, 2, 3!" attitude. This week, Christopher St. James looked slightly, worried? Worried, anxious, and in a state of concentration on the task ahead. Sure in public he'd tell everyone that he would win against Night on Sunday. That was in public. However, just like any "normal" person, someone further down on the metaphorical ladder of success, CSJ was feeling everything that came with facing off against someone who could be better. Christopher St. James isn't stupid, he hasn't been slacking. As of right now he's working hard at getting in shape for his match. It's not a lack of confidence, because as we all know, CSJ has enough confidence to go around. His concentration and focus, his anxiousness and state of worry that he has been in since the card has been announced has come from knowing what Night is capable of. Did CSJ really have enough to topple the man that sVo has given the World Title to? What's more, did CSJ believe in himself enough to... Wait... CSJ pauses in mid lift as a light bulb clicks on over his head. Any onlooker could look in on this moment and literally see the inner workings of CSJ's mind, seeing him fit that final piece that has been eluding him all week. Of COURSE he was good enough to topple Night. He was after all the BEST in the business. Look at what he's made Tobias into. Look what he's about to do with Shame. Not only is he striving for one hundred percent complete perfection, but he's SHARING his perfection with others, making people better just by allowing them to be close to him. He's doing everyone a FAVOR. The Saint James Apostles. That's what he'll call Shame and Tobias when the time comes. Not only will they be his puppets, but they'll become better because HE'LL make them that way. He's giving them an opportunity few have experienced but many have dreamed of. A chance to soak in some of the perfection that CSJ exudes, thus making them better. CSJ shakes his head. One step at a time now... Yes, a preliminary meeting with Shame later on today. However, the center of CSJ's attention, the force that has only drawn CSJ's attention since awarded that belt, for better or worse, has been Night. This week, Christopher St. James was going to walk out of the arena with his head held high because come hell or high water, Night WILL FALL. ============================================================ "Roscoe! Come in! Glad you could make it on such short notice!" If Roscoe Shame was expecting a certain reaction from CSJ once he arrived in the cocky star's office, it certainly wasn't this one. In fact, CSJ's entire demeanor has changed. This is evidenced as CSJ bounds from behind his desk and practically skips over to where Roscoe stands, perplexed and shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. CSJ thrusts his hand out and Roscoe hesitantly holds up his, only to be rewarded for his efforts by CSJ shaking his hand vigorously. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't going to end in blood. Maybe not. CSJ bounds back to his desk and sits down, motioning for Roscoe to do the same across from him. Roscoe does, sitting down in a plush leather chair sitting directly across from CSJ. Silence falls over the room as the two men stare at each other. CSJ has a smile plastered over his face that slowly grows as Roscoe sits staring at the man that he has despised since he joined sVo. He was really just tempted to jump over the desk and strangle the life out of the arrogant bastard, but thought it might be in bad taste. Finally, the two men both try to break the silence at the same time. CSJ: "Can I get you anything?" Roscoe: "Why did you call me here?" Roscoe's question is poised in a way of a man trying to keep his anger in check. The smile falters on CSJ's face as he drops his glance down at a folder on his desk. The smile comes back slowly as if the folder has the power to make CSJ very happy. An observation that Roscoe didn't fail to notice and one that made him even more uneasy. Another silence falls but doesn't last long as Roscoe finally explodes. "Listen you twerp! I have no problem handing out a beating to you right here! I can break you in two! Why the HELL did you call me here, out of the blue and tell me it was a meeting I wouldn't want to miss? I hate your guts and want nothing to do with you!" At this point Roscoe is standing, his hands gripping the desk of CSJ, and his face a shade of red that is commonly referred to as "crimson." For his part CSJ was looking up at Roscoe, his hands still on the folder, his smile now faded to a suppressed grin. In a quiet deadly voice the richest man on the sVo roster says. "You can break me huh? Like you did last week during our match? Or was that nothing more than a fluke. No matter. We're waiting on one more member to join our party and then I'll tell you why you're here. Until then I recommend you sit down and shut up before I have security escort you out of here. The door is always open but I recommend staying seeing as how I'm about to help you out in a major way." Roscoe looks like he's about to say more when the door opens and an older gentleman with soft white hair, combed neatly back and in a nice looking pinstriped suit walks briskly in. He takes his place behind CSJ's desk and stands stock still. CSJ's grin comes back as he says. "Great the gang's all here! Roscoe this is Upton Hemingway, my lawyer. I asked him here so we could go about this whole thing in a nice legal way, no legal snares and make this as painless as possible." Roscoe's face slips from fury to confusion. "What are you talking about scum?" CSJ laughs, a cold and mirthless sound but he continues. "I'm talking about the contents of this folder of course!" CSJ slides the folder over to Roscoe who takes it and starts to leaf through it, his face slowly going from confusion to rage as CSJ continues. "As you can see I've done some digging and can see that you're in a bit of a financial problem. Something to do with your little Nicole. How you're having some money issues and problems getting together your child support payments. See I hate to see children suffer, they hold a certain, soft spot in my heart. I want to help out, really I do. So that's why I've asked my lawyer to be here." On cue Upton Hemingway swings his briefcase onto the desk and flicks it open drawing out a thick legal looking contract. He sets it on the table in front of CSJ who continues to stare at Roscoe who for his part, is still trying to figure out how to react to this news. "Roscoe. I'm offering to take over your child support payments. You won't have to pay a single penny toward them. In return I ask that you come under my employment to pay off the debt. I don't know when exactly that would be, it would involve too much math. It's a one time deal though so I suggest you think about it carefully right now." Roscoe is silent as he looks down at the file a picture of his precious Nicole right on top. Many thoughts flowing through his head at warp speed. How did that scum get this information? What did being in CSJ's employ exactly entail? Could he live with himself if he did it? Roscoe looks up at the smiling devilish face of CSJ, he can almost see the horn's rise out of either side of the top of CSJ's evil head. CSJ pushes the contract toward Roscoe along with a pen. Roscoe looks down at it torn and unsure what to do... ============================================================ Night. The current "hero" of our happy little federation. The catch is that every hero has a weakness. Every Superman has their Lex Luthor or Kryptonite. So what's yours Night? Is it the pride you feel every time you strap that belt around your waist? Is it the fact that deep down, you know for a fact that you haven't done nearly enough to earn that belt? Personally I think it's the latter. The thing about superheroes is that they eventually fall. Superman has died countless times but has come back. Batman has been beaten to a bloody pulp multiple times and yet keeps bouncing back miraculously. It doesn't matter that everyone thinks that I'll lose this week Night because once that bell rings, it will be me versus you. The crowd? Won't matter. You're precious mentor who almost screwed you over with The Company? Irrelevant. When that bell rings sVo will find out that unlike the countless plebeians that have fallen before you, I'm different. I'm perfection personified. I know for a fact that I can beat you. I know that for a fact. There's no trying to deny it. World Champion or not Night, you're going to fall at my hands. I know that you are Paige's favorite star, her star attraction and therefore she made this a non-title match. Do you know why she did that Night? It's because she's scared that I'll take that title from you. Not only is she scared that I'll take the title from you, she KNOWS that I can and will. So I hope you sleep well tonight. I hope that when your Master tucks you in and whispers "Sleep tight Nighty Night" in your ear, you dream peacefully. Because after Sunday you'll have a nightmare to worry about. You'll have to worry about Christopher St. James the man that has been buying his own happiness since conception. God's Gift To Everything. Most importantly the man that is going to make Night fall in front of the whole sVo universe. Until Sunday Night. Sweet dreams. |
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