Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2018 0:20:48 GMT -5
The Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire paced back and forth in the backstage area, specifically near the communal locker room. The roar of the crowd watching Anarchy echoed even this deep into the arena. It was evident that Joshua Samson, Esquire was waiting on the lookout for someone as he scanned the faces of everyone that was moving in the area. From the other end of the locker room, a door slams open and The Mercenary emerges from a back portion of the building with his gear bag over his shoulder. He is clearly not in good humour. He spots the GM and makes a beeline directly for him.
“Samson, I need to have some words with you Boss. We’ve got some things needin’ discussin.”
“Just the man I was looking for and you’re sure as hell right we need to discuss somethings. Hold on a minute.”
Joshua clears his throat before speaking out loud.
“Everyone out of the locker room. RIGHT. NOW.”
Without a second thought, the few unknown wrestlers that week in the room gather their belongings and make a quick departure.
“What the hell?! We had a deal!”
“We had a deal, and I held up my end. You wanted Brianna damaged and she got damaged. The message was delivered as promised. You were never specific about WHO you wanted to carry the package. I just imported some outside talent to take care of dirty work, but the deal got done. So now. It’s time. To pay. The bill. Buddy.”
“Damaged? I didn’t want the chick damaged. I wanted her taken out. I just came from the medical area and other than a bruised face and maybe ego, she’s going to be fine. That wasn’t part of the deal. And who was this ‘outside talent’ anyway?”
“She goes by the handle LEATHER, as in ‘tough as’, and trust me chief, a few bruises are not the only gifts she wants to give to Lil’ Miss Brooks. That belt she won tonight might just be the worst thing that could have ever happened to her. Leather likes to accessorise, and that belt would go nice with all her other bits and baubles. But that’s her business, not mine. MY business is collecting what I’m owed, and right now, YOU owe ME what was agreed on. I know you’re the big man around here, but right now, in this room: You ain’t bigger than anyone. And you’re all alone. So you WILL pony up the cash, ya get me.”
Joshua pulls a bemused expression as he pushes his hands into his pants pockets.
“You really think I’m supposed to be moved over a physical threat. Now if you said you were going to take my wallet to get to my credit cards then maybe. So pump your brakes, big guy. Like I said Brianna Brookes is still functioning, so the job wasn’t done.”
When Mike smiled at Samson it was the smile that a wolf gives a rat just before he snaps its neck and swallows it whole.
“Credit cards. Josh. Bro. Sir. So sorry… so sorry… so not sorry, son. I’m afraid I don’t take credit for my services. It’s cash… bills… big ones. Bills or blood. Blood in buckets. I already got ripped off once tonight by getting my pin fall stolen by Red Dragon. I will not be ripped off again. Yes, Brianna is still ‘functioning’. But a ‘functioning’ wrestler can be booked in matches, and matches make money. And if she’s worried about Leather, then she’s not worried about you and yours. You wanted her out of your face, I gave you that. And since services were rendered, then payment will be tendered. No negotiations needed. I know you hear me… you are a biz-ness man after all.”
“I didn’t hire you to think. That’s what’s wrong with getting good help these days…”
Shaking his head in dismay, Joshua reaches into the inside of his suit jacket to produce a folded manila envelope that presumably is filled with a stack of cash due to its form.
“If you want something done right, you’ve got t do it yourself. Here…”
Joshua tosses him the envelope. Merc opens the envelope and flips through the bundles of cash with his thumb, counting the take. Each bundle he places into two stacks on the bench behind him. When both stacks are even he tucks one stack into his gear bag, taking the other he returns the money to the envelope and slaps it back in the chest of the GM.
“All good Boss. You paid up with just the right amount of indignity and insult. You saved your pride real nice as far as I can tell. But I don’t want my half in money. No. I want my half in trade. I want a match. Next Anarchy card. I want Kieran Overton so I can get that fall that I was robbed of. And I want Red Dragon, for stealin’ the win in the first place. These guys wanna stare past me because of some stable beef, I’m gonna poke their damn eyes out so that all they CAN see is the shadow of their feud for the rest of their damn lives. You NEVER look past the predator in your path at the danger down the road. I want the match. Make it happen.”
Joshua quickly stuffs the stack of cash back into his suit jacket pocket.
“That’s all you want? Sure you got it.”
“Aces Boss man. Aces. See how easy business can be when you don’t let ego get in the way. And about Brianna, I’ll tell Leather that you weren’t happy with the results. I’m sure she’ll be willing to put in some work… free of charge. Maybe this time there won’t be someone to make the save. And just so you know… my girl… she’s very fond of barbed wire… just some nice, friendly info for ya. Take it for what it is.”
With that, Mercenary zips up his gear bag and backing away from the boss, he grins, nods, and slams his way out the door and into the empty arena with other places to be.
”Whatever happened to the customer is always right?
The Mercenary
“Samson, I need to have some words with you Boss. We’ve got some things needin’ discussin.”
“Just the man I was looking for and you’re sure as hell right we need to discuss somethings. Hold on a minute.”
Joshua clears his throat before speaking out loud.
“Everyone out of the locker room. RIGHT. NOW.”
Without a second thought, the few unknown wrestlers that week in the room gather their belongings and make a quick departure.
“What the hell?! We had a deal!”
“We had a deal, and I held up my end. You wanted Brianna damaged and she got damaged. The message was delivered as promised. You were never specific about WHO you wanted to carry the package. I just imported some outside talent to take care of dirty work, but the deal got done. So now. It’s time. To pay. The bill. Buddy.”
“Damaged? I didn’t want the chick damaged. I wanted her taken out. I just came from the medical area and other than a bruised face and maybe ego, she’s going to be fine. That wasn’t part of the deal. And who was this ‘outside talent’ anyway?”
“She goes by the handle LEATHER, as in ‘tough as’, and trust me chief, a few bruises are not the only gifts she wants to give to Lil’ Miss Brooks. That belt she won tonight might just be the worst thing that could have ever happened to her. Leather likes to accessorise, and that belt would go nice with all her other bits and baubles. But that’s her business, not mine. MY business is collecting what I’m owed, and right now, YOU owe ME what was agreed on. I know you’re the big man around here, but right now, in this room: You ain’t bigger than anyone. And you’re all alone. So you WILL pony up the cash, ya get me.”
Joshua pulls a bemused expression as he pushes his hands into his pants pockets.
“You really think I’m supposed to be moved over a physical threat. Now if you said you were going to take my wallet to get to my credit cards then maybe. So pump your brakes, big guy. Like I said Brianna Brookes is still functioning, so the job wasn’t done.”
When Mike smiled at Samson it was the smile that a wolf gives a rat just before he snaps its neck and swallows it whole.
“Credit cards. Josh. Bro. Sir. So sorry… so sorry… so not sorry, son. I’m afraid I don’t take credit for my services. It’s cash… bills… big ones. Bills or blood. Blood in buckets. I already got ripped off once tonight by getting my pin fall stolen by Red Dragon. I will not be ripped off again. Yes, Brianna is still ‘functioning’. But a ‘functioning’ wrestler can be booked in matches, and matches make money. And if she’s worried about Leather, then she’s not worried about you and yours. You wanted her out of your face, I gave you that. And since services were rendered, then payment will be tendered. No negotiations needed. I know you hear me… you are a biz-ness man after all.”
“I didn’t hire you to think. That’s what’s wrong with getting good help these days…”
Shaking his head in dismay, Joshua reaches into the inside of his suit jacket to produce a folded manila envelope that presumably is filled with a stack of cash due to its form.
“If you want something done right, you’ve got t do it yourself. Here…”
Joshua tosses him the envelope. Merc opens the envelope and flips through the bundles of cash with his thumb, counting the take. Each bundle he places into two stacks on the bench behind him. When both stacks are even he tucks one stack into his gear bag, taking the other he returns the money to the envelope and slaps it back in the chest of the GM.
“All good Boss. You paid up with just the right amount of indignity and insult. You saved your pride real nice as far as I can tell. But I don’t want my half in money. No. I want my half in trade. I want a match. Next Anarchy card. I want Kieran Overton so I can get that fall that I was robbed of. And I want Red Dragon, for stealin’ the win in the first place. These guys wanna stare past me because of some stable beef, I’m gonna poke their damn eyes out so that all they CAN see is the shadow of their feud for the rest of their damn lives. You NEVER look past the predator in your path at the danger down the road. I want the match. Make it happen.”
Joshua quickly stuffs the stack of cash back into his suit jacket pocket.
“That’s all you want? Sure you got it.”
“Aces Boss man. Aces. See how easy business can be when you don’t let ego get in the way. And about Brianna, I’ll tell Leather that you weren’t happy with the results. I’m sure she’ll be willing to put in some work… free of charge. Maybe this time there won’t be someone to make the save. And just so you know… my girl… she’s very fond of barbed wire… just some nice, friendly info for ya. Take it for what it is.”
With that, Mercenary zips up his gear bag and backing away from the boss, he grins, nods, and slams his way out the door and into the empty arena with other places to be.
”Whatever happened to the customer is always right?
The Mercenary