| Seeing Ghosts; [Showdown 66 - Nightmare RP] | |
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| Night | Jan 9 2011, 03:57 AM Post #1 |
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"JON PAGE?" I yelled the name, spat it towards the random dark-suited and sunglassed goon sent to my suite at Goodfellas Casino to deliver the news of this week's booking to me. The two of us stand facing each other in the darkly lit, largely trashed room - the suit flanked by two 'security' types. "You're kidding me, right?" I said, incensed, "After the way I've been treated and overlooked time after time by The Company?" The anonymous moron smiles at me smugly and I can feel my jaw clench and my eyes narrow unseen behind my mask. The audacity of this pissant is astounding, standing so self-assuredly before me - acting as if he were my boss. "Well, what can I say? I'm sorry if you don't like the current arrangement but you've just been so effective in dealing with our little problems - even if you whine and cry every step of the way - you get the job done," he gloats at me with a mocking complimentary tone. "Don't patronize me..." I start - only for him to cut me off! I feel my blood boil as a chilling calm flushes through me only serving to intensify the building anger. "Ryuu," he smirks, having addressed me by my first name - I take a deep breath, biding my time, "I'm not here to patronize you, just to give you your orders for the week. Jon Page, as much as we hate to admit it, is a major threat to have looming over us. He's a co-founder of this federation and was a major pest as he ran around with that ridiculous mask on. In the past few months you've ended the careers of Night, El Locon and now Alex Brooks - I'd say that qualifies you as the perfect guy to get Page out of our hair for good." "You and I both know it's not a question of 'if I can get the job done' or not..." I state matter-of-factly, "It's much simpler than that and a question I have been asking for a while now - what's in it for me? My talents and abilities have been proven week after week." Once again, much to my annoyance, the suit interrupts, "And you've been richly rewarded..." And is interrupted in turn as my hand closes in around his throat. The two bodyguards loom on me threateningly and I dare them forward - they remain where they are. "I have been financially placated but then have been disrespected time after time," I explain to the choking man calmly. "H-how?" he manages to sputter out, all traces of his patronizing boss act vanishing quickly as he gasps for air. "How?" I repeat his question at him - he is unable to verbally respond so instead nods his head. I squeeze my grip on his throat a little tighter, smiling slightly as I watch him squirm before finally releasing and shoving the suit back against the wall, my smile curling into a sneer. "I'm amazed you ask me that," I continue, "My initial deal was to replace Night and to provide the sVo with a worthy champion - you knew I was the best candidate and you wanted me on side - to have the sVo World Championship in the hands of The Company. Had Night not returned I would likely still be the champion now." The suit looks as though he plans to interject but rather wisely bites his tongue - it seems my little lesson in respect sunk in. With a triumphant grin I continue. "Perhaps as a form of paying penance for Night reclaiming the title I was asked to be a 'problem solver' of sorts. I removed problem after problem from the sVo. World Champions fell. Everyone you set in front of me fell. And then in what will forever be remembered as one of the poorest management decisions ever made, I was kept from the World Title picture leaving three non-Company wrestlers including two turncoats to fight it out for the title leaving The Company un-represented," I rave, the heat of my words only serve to further incite me leaving the Company representative looking very uncertain. "I... um... I'm sorry that you feel that way..." he stammers, only for me to cut him off. "That's not even the worst of it," I snap, causing him to immediately shut up - he's learning well, "To further the insult, after I was overlooked my brother was honored as Wrestler of the Year and then inducted into the sVo Hall of Fame!" Shaking with rage I find myself pacing restlessly, the three men watch me warily. "I thought The Company was in control here - and Night, until I took him out of the picture, was one of the biggest thorns in the side of The Company. Wrestler of the Year? Hall of Fame? I take care of every wrestler who steps in the way of The Company and you people can't even put me in the World Title picture? Now what? I've got fucking Jon Page?" I say, and finally something snaps. I lunge forward and shove the representative out of building frustration, this time one of the bodyguards feels game to try to hold me off - a quick right hook knocks him senseless, a thrusting toe kick sends him crashing back into the wall. He slumps to the floor as the other two edge slowly towards the door. "The year-end awards and Hall of Fame were out of our hands... I'm sorry, but they just weren't a priority for us... it was never meant as disrespect to you," the representative offers desperately, "I can see this is a bad time for you, we'll stop by another time. I glower at them as they scramble from the room leaving the semi-conscious body of the fallen guard. With a sinister grin I move towards him - he sees me coming and tries desperately to crawl to the door but I cut him off, stomping down on his outstretched hand causing him to howl out in pain. "That won't do you any good," I say, staring down at him before bending forward and locking him in the Nightmare Sleeper - he thrashes about desperately as I wrench in the lock. The guard lets out a muffled scream and desperately tries to escape... ... suddenly I lose my grip as someone kicks me in the head. I shake the cobwebs clear and all of my focus goes to the fleeing shadow heading for the front door. I stand, my vision completely locked on the man. He opens the door and charges out and to the left, I follow seconds later to be met by a long, empty corridor save for a few Company agents standing guard. "Where did he go?" I ask one, looking about desperately. "Where did who go, sir?" he replies, bewildered. Once again I look around, but am unable to see any trace of anyone or any potential hiding spots. "Must be my imagination." |
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