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Viva la Revolution; Edging Closer
Topic Started: Dec 7 2010, 07:30 PM (46 Views)
Ethan Rider
The Dark Rise
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After Showdown
Goodfellas Casino Arena
Las Vegas, Nevada


"You're fucking JOKING Anderson!"

... Snap ...

I have, officially, snapped. I slam the door of Andersons office shut, with such venom that the shockwaves send his desk into a clattering fit, sheets of paper gliding gracefully to the floor, completely in contrast with the mood of the moment. Anderson waits for a moment, surveying my seething face, and subtly checking to see if I had a knife in my pocket - Once satisfied, he slowly, cockily, raises a solitary eyebrow.

"...Pardon?"

I stride forward, my legs on auto-pilot, tuned in to my brain perfectly. Anger makes me scarily impressive, even if I do say so myself. I slam my palms down on Matts desk, and it shakes slightly, yet only causing the Companys boss to raise his other eyebrow - antagonizing me to my limit.

"You're joking, right Matt? You don't seriously have NO idea why I came storming into your office?" I retort, my voice as calm as I can possibly make it. Its one of my attributes, staying calm - normally... But it seems that since I joined the Company its been growing harder and harder to keep that aspect of my being in check.

Matt gives a small chuckle, raising one hand out towards me, "Elaborate, Mockingjay."

I snarl, but Matt irritatingly keeps himself cool, his fierce lecture on loyalties in complete abeyance. It shocks me for a moment, and I hesitate - unused to seeing Matt taking my little tantrums so well.

"You're going to let this fucking happen? I got the freakin' WIN, Matt... I did ALL the work, and Colt steals the glory! Thats typical Company, you know that?!"

I see Matts pupils flare up, and I allow myself a small smile, satisfied that I have finally begun to crack him, "Thats innovative, Ethan. Intuition.. Perhaps you wouldn't know about that, growing up with no education."

I start towards Matt, my breath protruding from me in a slow, unsteady hiss. I'm going to kill him. Matt quickly rises to his feet, taking a step backwards to protect himself. He raises a hand to hold me off, before quickly producing a video tape from one of his overflowing drawers.

"Don't make me use this, Rider. What are you doing? You want to ruin your life again, you little shit?"

Thats what I hate so much about Anderson. He can insult your life, your family...and he can get away with it. I take a slow step backwards, sitting down in one of the armchairs, coincidently right behind me. Matt slowly lowers the tape, a la a cowboy film. I half expect him to raise the tape and shoot me through the heart in one fluid motion.

"You need to prove yourself, Ethan. You want me to be blunt, kid?"

"Please."

"You're shit. You aren't worth trying to help out. I don't need you in The Company, I have JVD, Cooper, Nightmare... You're useless. But I want to help you."

Oh. All makes sense now. He's trying to help me out by ruining my career, putting me up against my tag team partner and FORCING me into running his pointless errands.

"You want to help me, Matt? Why the fuck did you book me against Teacher at Seasons Beatings then? How does that help me?"

Matt laughs uproariously, as if the answer is blatantly obvious. I brace myself for another round of insults about my education, family and wrestling ability. But albeit there are none, and Matt actually gives me a straight answer:

"These are tough times for The Company, Ethan. Tough times for anyone in the SvO... and you need to know why its best to stick with us. To align yourself with me, the most powerful man here."

"Are you joking? The more you try to make me cave, the more you play with my mind... the more antagonized I'm going to get, and the more likely I'm going to be to breaking your fucking neck, Matt." I stand again, the anger swelling up.

Matt sniffs, amused, and clicks his fingers thrice, calling two burly Company agents to heel like poodles. He nods at me, and they plant their hands firmly on my shoulders. I writh in their clutch for a moment, but suddenly a fist shoots from Anderson, striking me in the gut - and pain flares up inside me, exploding through my abdomen, making my eyes water. After a match, any wrestler will be fragile - and any strike will hurt like a broken neck. The agents haul me from the room, and Matt follows, glancing down at me occasionally, his eyes filled with disrespect, pity and disgust.

"We've been through this, Ethan. Many, many times. This fucking revolution is organized chaos for us. The Teacher, your supposed tag team partner, is part of this revolution. We need to quell this gnat, and the zealot rebels that support him. All I need is a hitman to help me numb the revolution... Oh Look!" Matt mocks a delighted smile, his eyes wide, yet cold, filled with disgust.

"I have one. Its what you do, Rider. Its what I fucking pay you for. Get used to it."

I feel the grip of the guards leave me as the throw me bodily from the arena, my body flailing through the air, before smashing into the gravel outside.

"Viva la Revolution. Viva la fucking Revolution."
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