Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 20:57:43 GMT -5
*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*
Cellphone to his ear, Joshua Samson, Esq. sat in the back of the stretch SUV looking out the tinted window of the downtown Chicago skyline as it flashed by. It was less than an hour after the conclusion of Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation's weekly broadcast, Mayhem.
"Pick up the goddamn phone, Bill....shit!"
*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*
The Executive Representative exhaled heavily as he clicked the phone to end the call. He loosened the knot in his Nordstrom's silk tie around his neck after dropping the phone onto his lap.
"Why is this guy so fucking hardheaded?! Everything I have designed is coming to fruition but Bill doesn't want to place all of his trust in me. Everything he has ever wanted out of EHWF I'm on the cusp of being able to give to him. He has so much potential yet so much self-doubt..."
Samson reached forward to pour himself a dark beverage from the wet bar. Sitting back, he brought the glass to his lips, wincing at the strength of the alcohol.
"At least my shining star, Misty Vega, hasn't let me down. Even when faced with the blatant favoritism by Mikey Rissi for his wife, Joanna, Misty still has managed to overcome.Hell, if Joanna and Misty are supposed to be the Tag Team Champs, why have them on opposite teams fighting each other? Why force the wedge deeper between them instead of making them coexist? That's why Misty is THE World Tag Team Champion. First thing tomorrow I need to get a petition done up and into the EHWF offices to vacant Joanna from her half of the championship."
The head of the Samson Family vehemently shakes his head while taking a long sip from the glass.
"Mikey is stupid as fuck! I don't see how in the hell he hasn't been released from his position running EHWF?! We have ten fucking titles with no more than twenty people on the roster. That's why the damn company ended up with that Pop Tart Aubree Celeste holding three of the titles."
Another sip. This one longer. Followed by a slight chuckle.
"Thankfully I took care of that tonight. Pop Tart put up a decent fight against Blade, Deano, and Mongrel but in the end Conner Creed was just too much. I wonder if Conner is going to recognize the gift I gave to him or will he be so naïve to think he accomplished everything on his own merit? Hmmm...I wonder if?"
Samson picks his phone back up and rapidly scrolls through in search of something.
"I could have sworn I had Kevin Hunter's number in here..."
Still scrolling through his contacts, Samson takes another long sip from the glass bringing the scene to a close.
Cellphone to his ear, Joshua Samson, Esq. sat in the back of the stretch SUV looking out the tinted window of the downtown Chicago skyline as it flashed by. It was less than an hour after the conclusion of Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation's weekly broadcast, Mayhem.
"Pick up the goddamn phone, Bill....shit!"
*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*
The Executive Representative exhaled heavily as he clicked the phone to end the call. He loosened the knot in his Nordstrom's silk tie around his neck after dropping the phone onto his lap.
"Why is this guy so fucking hardheaded?! Everything I have designed is coming to fruition but Bill doesn't want to place all of his trust in me. Everything he has ever wanted out of EHWF I'm on the cusp of being able to give to him. He has so much potential yet so much self-doubt..."
Samson reached forward to pour himself a dark beverage from the wet bar. Sitting back, he brought the glass to his lips, wincing at the strength of the alcohol.
"At least my shining star, Misty Vega, hasn't let me down. Even when faced with the blatant favoritism by Mikey Rissi for his wife, Joanna, Misty still has managed to overcome.Hell, if Joanna and Misty are supposed to be the Tag Team Champs, why have them on opposite teams fighting each other? Why force the wedge deeper between them instead of making them coexist? That's why Misty is THE World Tag Team Champion. First thing tomorrow I need to get a petition done up and into the EHWF offices to vacant Joanna from her half of the championship."
The head of the Samson Family vehemently shakes his head while taking a long sip from the glass.
"Mikey is stupid as fuck! I don't see how in the hell he hasn't been released from his position running EHWF?! We have ten fucking titles with no more than twenty people on the roster. That's why the damn company ended up with that Pop Tart Aubree Celeste holding three of the titles."
Another sip. This one longer. Followed by a slight chuckle.
"Thankfully I took care of that tonight. Pop Tart put up a decent fight against Blade, Deano, and Mongrel but in the end Conner Creed was just too much. I wonder if Conner is going to recognize the gift I gave to him or will he be so naïve to think he accomplished everything on his own merit? Hmmm...I wonder if?"
Samson picks his phone back up and rapidly scrolls through in search of something.
"I could have sworn I had Kevin Hunter's number in here..."
Still scrolling through his contacts, Samson takes another long sip from the glass bringing the scene to a close.