Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 19:33:40 GMT -5
The scene opens as I can be seen marching down the corridor backstage at the Garret Coliseum in Montgomery, Alabama dressed in a pair of black combat boots, a pair of light blue jeans, a black Man Beast shirt and a black leather jacket. Trying to keep up, a few steps behind me, dressed in a dark grey suit, a white shirt, a blue tie and a pair of black polished leather shoes is my manager and mouthpiece, Brandon Stevens. I stop as we reach where I need to be, I look up at the large door, the newly applied sign on the door shining in the light, it reads ‘WCF Owner, Miss Sarah Twilight’, I smirk slightly as Brandon knocks on the door and from inside we hear the voice of our new boss.
“Ugh…come in!”
Brandon opens the door and the two of us enter to find Sarah Twilight seated behind a brand new desk looking straight in our direction with a rather displeasured look on her face.
“What do you two want?”
We make our way over to her before stopping a few feet away from her, Brandon then sheepishly takes a couple of extra steps forward.
“Miss Twilight…boss…”
A smirk appears on Sarah’s face, she obviously liked the sound of being referred to as the boss.
“It has come to my attention that one Jordan Caliban has issued a challenge to my client, and has had some very harsh words to say about him. My client and I were hoping that you would give Mr Caliban his wish to face my client as there would be nothing more delightful than seeing this man right here, the very same man who seems to be overlooked by so many here, neglecting the fact that the same man helped you overthrow that worthless vermin of a former Owner, Eric Price to help make this company great once again with you at its helm…nothing would be more delightful to witness than my client make an example out of Mr Caliban…”
“I’m sorry but when the Hell did you get the idea I gave a shit about what you want? More to the point…why would I give a damn about what Caliban wants?”
“I understand that Miss Twilight, believe me we are not here to cause a nuisance…but trust me…if you give my client the opportunity to take Mr Caliban out for good…it will work out well for all of us…”
Sarah sits back in her black leather recliner letting out a careless sigh before glaring at both men.
“You can have Caliban…but not right away…I have other plans in mind for you at the next Slam…now get out of my office! And if you see anyone making their way over here…tell them to piss off and leave me alone…if you have to beat the shit out of them then do it, I couldn’t give a flying fuck…”
Brandon smiles and nods before we both turn back and make our way to the office door as the scene fades.
“Ugh…come in!”
Brandon opens the door and the two of us enter to find Sarah Twilight seated behind a brand new desk looking straight in our direction with a rather displeasured look on her face.
“What do you two want?”
We make our way over to her before stopping a few feet away from her, Brandon then sheepishly takes a couple of extra steps forward.
“Miss Twilight…boss…”
A smirk appears on Sarah’s face, she obviously liked the sound of being referred to as the boss.
“It has come to my attention that one Jordan Caliban has issued a challenge to my client, and has had some very harsh words to say about him. My client and I were hoping that you would give Mr Caliban his wish to face my client as there would be nothing more delightful than seeing this man right here, the very same man who seems to be overlooked by so many here, neglecting the fact that the same man helped you overthrow that worthless vermin of a former Owner, Eric Price to help make this company great once again with you at its helm…nothing would be more delightful to witness than my client make an example out of Mr Caliban…”
“I’m sorry but when the Hell did you get the idea I gave a shit about what you want? More to the point…why would I give a damn about what Caliban wants?”
“I understand that Miss Twilight, believe me we are not here to cause a nuisance…but trust me…if you give my client the opportunity to take Mr Caliban out for good…it will work out well for all of us…”
Sarah sits back in her black leather recliner letting out a careless sigh before glaring at both men.
“You can have Caliban…but not right away…I have other plans in mind for you at the next Slam…now get out of my office! And if you see anyone making their way over here…tell them to piss off and leave me alone…if you have to beat the shit out of them then do it, I couldn’t give a flying fuck…”
Brandon smiles and nods before we both turn back and make our way to the office door as the scene fades.
