Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 9:37:01 GMT -5
With the sun finally peeking out from behind the overcast clouds, the scene opens to Joshua Samson, Esquire, fresh off his proposal to Astrid Sedin, sitting at a small table outside of a small bistro in downtown Melbourne, Australia. The always immaculate suited Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire sips on an espresso while peering at the shoppers parading the street.
Samson: I wonder if I should have brought William with me just in case this chick tries to get physical? Having a near seven-footer with me is always a good thing.
He places the tiny mug back on its matching saucer upon the table before peering at his near seven thousand dollar Calibre de Cartier watch.
Samson: I don’t have to worry about that. She’d be crazy as hell to attack me, especially in public.
Brianna: Don’t be such a worrier. You don’t need reinforcement. It’s not like me to get rough with people outside the ring.
Brianna Brooke’s, one of the newest editions to the EHWF roster, pulls up a chair and sits across from him. She’s wearing a pair of dark blue capris with black heeled sandals. Her gray t-shirt hangs off of one shoulder with the words “Me Vs Them” in black escripted across it. She leans back and crossed her legs then reaches up and perched her ray ban sunglasses on top of her head.
Brianna: So, what do I owe to the pleasure of meeting the General Manager of Anarchy? I got your text message last night asking me to meet you here, so here I am!
Joshua removes his thousand dollar Panthère de Cartier sunglasses, sliding them into his inside breast pocket, and takes in the full view of the lovely young Australian.
Samson: Thank you for coming, Bri-Bri. Can I call you Bri-Bri?
Brianna: Only if you have a stutter, or Brianna is to hard for you to pronounce.
The near forty-year-old smirks as he takes another sip from his beverage.
Samson: So Bri-Bri it is. Care for something? My treat...
He nudges the menu that is on the table toward the twenty-six-year-old. She watches as he slides the menu toward her, and she raises an eyebrow.
Brianna: Geez, had I known this was going to be that kind of meeting I would have worn something more suitable.
Still since her last workout a few hours ago she hasn’t eaten a thing. She picks up the menu, curious as to what this place has to offer. In her 18 years of living here, she hasn’t stepped foot inside this cafe. It was too fancy for her tasting. Judging by the way he dressed, and the expense of his watch and sunglasses, she doubted he’d be seen in any place below five stars. A waitress, seeing company at Samson’s table, comes over.
Waitress: Can I get you something, Miss?
Brianna: I’ll just start off with a skinny cappuccino.
She focuses’ her attention back to the GM of Anarchy.
Brianna: So, Mr. Samson, what can I do for you?
Samson: Well as I was on vacation when you made your “grand appearance” at the last Anarchy broadcast, it would only seem right that I have a sit down with the new “chosen one.”
Brianna can’t help but smile. The “Chosen One”? Who was she? Harry frickin Potter? If that’s what he wanted to call her so be it.
Brianna: The ‘chosen’ one hmm. I’ve been called a lot of things, but that is a first.
Samson: I mean no offense, but you were directly chosen by our esteemed boss, Mikey Rissi, were you not, Bri-Bri?
Brianna: If you mean the fact that Michael sought me out to join anarchy as a means to try and equal the playing field, sure, you can say that, but chose? No, there were many other hires out there that were selected for contracts. Not just myself. I just happened to be the one placed on Anarchy.
Samson: “Equal the playing field,” huh? Not quite sure what that means. I can only guess it’s the same reason Misty Vega was brought in? No need to answer that.
He takes another sip from his drink just as the waitress returns with Brianna’s. She picks up the spoon that is placed on the side of the saucer, and puts it in her skinny cappuccino and stirs it a little to make sure that the skim milk is completely mixed.
Brianna: Well, now that you’re sitting down with the ‘chosen one,’ what is it that you truly wish to discuss? It can’t be just to introduce yourself and meet the one you claim is ‘chose.’ You could have done so backstage at the arena. So why the private meeting? I hate it when people dance around a bush. It’s a waste of time, and I am one for not wasting something so valuable.
She looks up from stirring her drink, her piercing blue eyes meeting his.
Samson: Be easy there, Bri-Bri. There is no ulterior motives here. If you are the one that Mikey has indeed chosen to to be the Anarchy savior, it only makes sense that we meet away from the business atmosphere so that neither of us have clouded minds. Because I’m sure Mikey has given you his thoughts on me and my dealings with Anarchy. So with that it only stands that we will bump heads very, very soon.
Brianna: Well, Anarchy isn’t very big is it? I mean, half of Anarchy roster has aligned themselves with The Black Asylum, the other half seems to have joined Team Samson, so it makes the competition a little tight doesn’t it? So it’s really only a matter of time before you’re family focused on someone different, isn’t that fair to state?
Samson: This is true. But you do realize that the focus you’ve garnered isn’t going to go well, right? Sure you made a tremendous impact at Anarchy but now that we know who you are and where you stand, it will only be a matter of time before you’re ran out of Anarchy and into the safe waters of Mayhem.
Brianna: Where I stand? I haven’t been to Anarchy more than a week and already I have a stance, thats adorable. No, right now my only focus is on my match come Revenge. I haven’t set my eyes on anything other than the six other people who will be in the opening match, none in which are apart of your little gathering. So as of right now, the Samson family is not in my jurisdiction. The only part that I’ve played was last week on Anarchy when I made my debut, and that was to get noticed by Anarchy in general, not just you’re silly little stable, Joshie.
Samson: Oh, you think this is simply about the Samson Family? Now that’s adorable, Bri-Bri. You do know that I am the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire? Anything and everything that happens on Anarchy is my jurisdiction.
Brianna laughs, not bitterly, but rather like she’s heard nothing funnier before in her life.
Brianna: Extraordinaire huh? To be honest, there is nothing extraordinary about it. And as I stated that the its the Samson family wasn’t in my jurisdiction, not the GM. Just because you’re the founder of such a silly little stable, and you wrap around my business, doesn’t mean the rest of your hound dogs need too. Such as earlier tonight, when you were second guessing yourself if you should have brought Silly Billy? If you are that worried about me, then perhaps it is best that you surround yourself with them. But as I’ve stated before, none of them are on my current radar. So the only way we will be “butting heads” is if you pull the first trigger. As for running out of Anarchy? Bitch, please. I’ve been on far worse off places than Anarchy. If I didn’t think I was capable of handling myself on a show with such low ratings as Anarchy I’d have retired by now.
Now it’s Joshua Samson, Esquire’s turn to laugh, not bitterly, but rather like he’s heard nothing funnier before in his life.
Samson: Spoken like a true Mikey Rissi “Chosen One”. Your stint, however short or long, will prove quite enjoyable to witness.
Brianna takes a small sip of her drink, then puts it down, and smiles.
Brianna: I’ll take that first sentence as a compliment.
She shakes her head in a knowing way, her smile prominent on her face.
Brianna: After all, Michael has made a huge impact here in EHWF, so much so that Scorpion named him the new owner when he retired a few years ago. And if there was anyone who I wished to align with, why not pick the person who changed the face of EHWF himself? Only a fool would chose otherwise.
Samson: Yes, a fool. I don’t think I would have picked a better word in this instance, Bri-Bri.
He gulps back the last bit of liquid on his cup.
Samson: Well I wish you nothing the best of luck at Revenge as well as your future endeavors in the coming days on Anarchy.
Placing the cup back onto the table, he retrieves his sunglasses from the inside of his suit jacket and secures them on his face.
Samson: And I mean that wholeheartedly.
Brianna: Mr. Simpson, as far as your wishes of luck…. You can take it and shove it straight back up the rest your stables….
Dare she…? Screw it. He was already obviously trying to bait her. Why not bite?
Brianna: Ass One thing I don’t tolerate are fickle humans that lie so easily like a sloth. Thank you kindly for the coffee, Boss… That was the best thing that I’ve received with this brief… meeting as you called it. And I do indeed look forward to working with you in the future. Or against… your decision. After all, you are the General Manager Extraordinaire, and everything and anything that happens on Anarchy, happens because of you, right?
He stands to his feet, looking down upon her with a genuine smile on his face.
Samson: Yes it does, Bri Bri, yes it does. You enjoy the rest of your day.
Nodding, Joshua makes his way from the table, leaving Brianna alone. She watches him walk away, then it phases on her. He stiffed the bill. She smiles and pulls out her wallet and throws down enough to cover both coffees.
Brianna: Mr. Simpson, let the games… begin.
Fade.
Brianna Banks
Samson: I wonder if I should have brought William with me just in case this chick tries to get physical? Having a near seven-footer with me is always a good thing.
He places the tiny mug back on its matching saucer upon the table before peering at his near seven thousand dollar Calibre de Cartier watch.
Samson: I don’t have to worry about that. She’d be crazy as hell to attack me, especially in public.
Brianna: Don’t be such a worrier. You don’t need reinforcement. It’s not like me to get rough with people outside the ring.
Brianna Brooke’s, one of the newest editions to the EHWF roster, pulls up a chair and sits across from him. She’s wearing a pair of dark blue capris with black heeled sandals. Her gray t-shirt hangs off of one shoulder with the words “Me Vs Them” in black escripted across it. She leans back and crossed her legs then reaches up and perched her ray ban sunglasses on top of her head.
Brianna: So, what do I owe to the pleasure of meeting the General Manager of Anarchy? I got your text message last night asking me to meet you here, so here I am!
Joshua removes his thousand dollar Panthère de Cartier sunglasses, sliding them into his inside breast pocket, and takes in the full view of the lovely young Australian.
Samson: Thank you for coming, Bri-Bri. Can I call you Bri-Bri?
Brianna: Only if you have a stutter, or Brianna is to hard for you to pronounce.
The near forty-year-old smirks as he takes another sip from his beverage.
Samson: So Bri-Bri it is. Care for something? My treat...
He nudges the menu that is on the table toward the twenty-six-year-old. She watches as he slides the menu toward her, and she raises an eyebrow.
Brianna: Geez, had I known this was going to be that kind of meeting I would have worn something more suitable.
Still since her last workout a few hours ago she hasn’t eaten a thing. She picks up the menu, curious as to what this place has to offer. In her 18 years of living here, she hasn’t stepped foot inside this cafe. It was too fancy for her tasting. Judging by the way he dressed, and the expense of his watch and sunglasses, she doubted he’d be seen in any place below five stars. A waitress, seeing company at Samson’s table, comes over.
Waitress: Can I get you something, Miss?
Brianna: I’ll just start off with a skinny cappuccino.
She focuses’ her attention back to the GM of Anarchy.
Brianna: So, Mr. Samson, what can I do for you?
Samson: Well as I was on vacation when you made your “grand appearance” at the last Anarchy broadcast, it would only seem right that I have a sit down with the new “chosen one.”
Brianna can’t help but smile. The “Chosen One”? Who was she? Harry frickin Potter? If that’s what he wanted to call her so be it.
Brianna: The ‘chosen’ one hmm. I’ve been called a lot of things, but that is a first.
Samson: I mean no offense, but you were directly chosen by our esteemed boss, Mikey Rissi, were you not, Bri-Bri?
Brianna: If you mean the fact that Michael sought me out to join anarchy as a means to try and equal the playing field, sure, you can say that, but chose? No, there were many other hires out there that were selected for contracts. Not just myself. I just happened to be the one placed on Anarchy.
Samson: “Equal the playing field,” huh? Not quite sure what that means. I can only guess it’s the same reason Misty Vega was brought in? No need to answer that.
He takes another sip from his drink just as the waitress returns with Brianna’s. She picks up the spoon that is placed on the side of the saucer, and puts it in her skinny cappuccino and stirs it a little to make sure that the skim milk is completely mixed.
Brianna: Well, now that you’re sitting down with the ‘chosen one,’ what is it that you truly wish to discuss? It can’t be just to introduce yourself and meet the one you claim is ‘chose.’ You could have done so backstage at the arena. So why the private meeting? I hate it when people dance around a bush. It’s a waste of time, and I am one for not wasting something so valuable.
She looks up from stirring her drink, her piercing blue eyes meeting his.
Samson: Be easy there, Bri-Bri. There is no ulterior motives here. If you are the one that Mikey has indeed chosen to to be the Anarchy savior, it only makes sense that we meet away from the business atmosphere so that neither of us have clouded minds. Because I’m sure Mikey has given you his thoughts on me and my dealings with Anarchy. So with that it only stands that we will bump heads very, very soon.
Brianna: Well, Anarchy isn’t very big is it? I mean, half of Anarchy roster has aligned themselves with The Black Asylum, the other half seems to have joined Team Samson, so it makes the competition a little tight doesn’t it? So it’s really only a matter of time before you’re family focused on someone different, isn’t that fair to state?
Samson: This is true. But you do realize that the focus you’ve garnered isn’t going to go well, right? Sure you made a tremendous impact at Anarchy but now that we know who you are and where you stand, it will only be a matter of time before you’re ran out of Anarchy and into the safe waters of Mayhem.
Brianna: Where I stand? I haven’t been to Anarchy more than a week and already I have a stance, thats adorable. No, right now my only focus is on my match come Revenge. I haven’t set my eyes on anything other than the six other people who will be in the opening match, none in which are apart of your little gathering. So as of right now, the Samson family is not in my jurisdiction. The only part that I’ve played was last week on Anarchy when I made my debut, and that was to get noticed by Anarchy in general, not just you’re silly little stable, Joshie.
Samson: Oh, you think this is simply about the Samson Family? Now that’s adorable, Bri-Bri. You do know that I am the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire? Anything and everything that happens on Anarchy is my jurisdiction.
Brianna laughs, not bitterly, but rather like she’s heard nothing funnier before in her life.
Brianna: Extraordinaire huh? To be honest, there is nothing extraordinary about it. And as I stated that the its the Samson family wasn’t in my jurisdiction, not the GM. Just because you’re the founder of such a silly little stable, and you wrap around my business, doesn’t mean the rest of your hound dogs need too. Such as earlier tonight, when you were second guessing yourself if you should have brought Silly Billy? If you are that worried about me, then perhaps it is best that you surround yourself with them. But as I’ve stated before, none of them are on my current radar. So the only way we will be “butting heads” is if you pull the first trigger. As for running out of Anarchy? Bitch, please. I’ve been on far worse off places than Anarchy. If I didn’t think I was capable of handling myself on a show with such low ratings as Anarchy I’d have retired by now.
Now it’s Joshua Samson, Esquire’s turn to laugh, not bitterly, but rather like he’s heard nothing funnier before in his life.
Samson: Spoken like a true Mikey Rissi “Chosen One”. Your stint, however short or long, will prove quite enjoyable to witness.
Brianna takes a small sip of her drink, then puts it down, and smiles.
Brianna: I’ll take that first sentence as a compliment.
She shakes her head in a knowing way, her smile prominent on her face.
Brianna: After all, Michael has made a huge impact here in EHWF, so much so that Scorpion named him the new owner when he retired a few years ago. And if there was anyone who I wished to align with, why not pick the person who changed the face of EHWF himself? Only a fool would chose otherwise.
Samson: Yes, a fool. I don’t think I would have picked a better word in this instance, Bri-Bri.
He gulps back the last bit of liquid on his cup.
Samson: Well I wish you nothing the best of luck at Revenge as well as your future endeavors in the coming days on Anarchy.
Placing the cup back onto the table, he retrieves his sunglasses from the inside of his suit jacket and secures them on his face.
Samson: And I mean that wholeheartedly.
Brianna: Mr. Simpson, as far as your wishes of luck…. You can take it and shove it straight back up the rest your stables….
Dare she…? Screw it. He was already obviously trying to bait her. Why not bite?
Brianna: Ass One thing I don’t tolerate are fickle humans that lie so easily like a sloth. Thank you kindly for the coffee, Boss… That was the best thing that I’ve received with this brief… meeting as you called it. And I do indeed look forward to working with you in the future. Or against… your decision. After all, you are the General Manager Extraordinaire, and everything and anything that happens on Anarchy, happens because of you, right?
He stands to his feet, looking down upon her with a genuine smile on his face.
Samson: Yes it does, Bri Bri, yes it does. You enjoy the rest of your day.
Nodding, Joshua makes his way from the table, leaving Brianna alone. She watches him walk away, then it phases on her. He stiffed the bill. She smiles and pulls out her wallet and throws down enough to cover both coffees.
Brianna: Mr. Simpson, let the games… begin.
Fade.
Brianna Banks