Post by Press1269 on Feb 14, 2020 14:35:02 GMT
The scene opens in a backstage hallway where Bobby Benson steps out of a door labeled ‘Trainer’s Room’. The normally excitable manager had seen better days. His hair is mussed, suit wrinkled, expression disheveled. He grabs at his left shoulder, which feels like it’s been ripped out of its socket thanks to earlier in the night. He isn’t his best self when he spies the Iconic Queen herself, Astrid Samson, walking down the hall, but isn’t going to let that stop him from this rare opportunity.
He steps right into Astrid’s path, forcing her to halt her momentum and look up from her phone with an eyebrow raise and a dagger throwing glare. Bobby doesn’t give her a moment to question his motives before launching into his spiel.
Bobby Benson: Astrid Samson! The Queen of IPW! I’ve been looking for just an opportunity such as this to introduce myself. My name is Bobby Benson, the Manager of Manager’s, and I think it’s time that you and I discussed some business!
Bobby thrusts his hand out towards Astrid and then winces, grabbing at his injured shoulder thanks to the sudden movement. Astrid just looks down and glares at his hand before looking up.
Astrid Samson: Uh… yeah, I’m not touching that because of a few reasons, mainly you look like a stray dog that’s come down with a bad case of mange. So you stay there, I’ll stay here and you can tell me what “business” you want to discuss with me. Keep in mind I’m a very busy woman and don’t really have time for bullshit.
Astrid folds her toned arms across her chest, her eyes still glaring at Bobby. Benson allows his unshaken hand to fall at his side and seems unperturbed by the dismissal.
Bobby Benson: Well, Mrs. Samson, I just recently arrived here in IPW as a representative of Willie Pete, and I’m always on the lookout for talented individuals such as yourself to join the Benson Family. Quite frankly, looking at your history here in the promotion, the fact that you have the impressive record that you do and haven’t been an IPW Heavyweight Champion is beyond me. Your contributions to the company have gone overlooked for too long, and I think it’s high time you be compensated for your end of the venture.
Bobby holds both hands out at his side excitedly, the pitch getting more animated.
Bobby Benson: And that’s where I come in! I can guarantee you that with me on the case, I can get you the money you deserve and will fight tirelessly to get you the championship match you should have already received! It’s a win, win, baby! Just sign on the dotted line, and I’ll get the corporate machines to work!
With a flash of his wrist, a contract appears in Bobby’s hand like magic, and he holds it up against the wall with a pen in his other hand being held towards Astrid. Astrid is wary of the offer and takes the contract to give a quick glance over the first page.
Astrid: They might be the size of raisins that have been left out in the sun too long, but you’ve got some balls approaching me Mr. Benson… especially since you’re so new here and your only client is just as new. While I totally agree with you that my contributions have gone overlooked for far too long, you can’t just waltz in here and make promises of things that neither you nor I know if you can uphold those promises.
Sighing deeply, Astrid brushes some stray hairs out of her face.
Astrid: So let me clue you in on a few things since you’re so new… I’m already part of a family, the Samson Family, and I have been for about 3 years. I already have representation and I already have a manager. Do you expect me to just cast them to the side so that you can benefit? I’m a loyal person and my husband has done amazing things for my career thus far. I’m loyal to Josh and I’m loyal to Daveena given what they’ve done for me, you can’t even come close.
Astrid takes another glance at the contract before tearing it right down the center and handing it back to him.
Astrid: You may not know what loyalty is, but I do. The answer is no.
Bobby takes the two halves and stares at the torn contract for a moment before looking up at Astrid with a snarky smile.
Bobby Benson: You know, I did my research Mrs. Samson, and was aware of your husband. It’s part of the reason I wanted to approach you in the first place. Loyalty aside, I’m not asking you to take anything away from him, or your family. I was offering you something that thus far he hasn’t… security. I mean, isn’t he the reason these interlopers have arrived and started running amuck in this promotion? And where are these people as you get your head bashed off the floor? Where are these people when your championship aspirations are taken advantage of by people who haven’t even been inside the place for all of a month?
Bobby shrugs, wadding the two halves of the contract up and letting them hit the floor.
Bobby Benson: It’s unfortunate that we couldn’t come to some accord. I obviously didn’t do enough research, cause they didn’t tell me how uncouth you could be in the face of compliments and honesty.
Bobby looks pretty smug now, ‘taking the high road’, which actually translates being a prick. Astrid just shrugs her shoulders, cocking her head to the side ever so slightly.
Astrid: Hey, that’s on you because everyone else knows the exact type of person I am and that it hasn’t changed in three years nor will it ever. I’m a bitch to those I don’t trust and/or despise with tremendous amounts and you… are not worthy of my trust. Your business model is beyond flawed and that is going to ruin you. I know my time will come soon and I’m willing to wait until just the right time. Until then, I’m going to keep on keeping on with what I do best… which tonight will be becoming the only real queen of IPW by defeating Tanja Devereaux.
Bobby rolls his eyes at what he perceives to be bravado and starts to walk away while talking over his shoulder.
Bobby Benson: Sure, Mrs. Samson, whatever you say. We’ll just see which one of us has the ‘flawed’ business model, especially considering your husband’s track record.
Bobby lets out a laugh when Astrid delivers a stiff kick straight to his groin area before grabbing him by the back of his head and sending him crashing into a black cargo box. Bobby grabs at the top of his hairline with one hand, the other finding his groin, but he doesn’t get a chance to take in the pain before experiencing more. As he moves to get to his feet, Astrid grabs him by the belt and scruff of the neck and tosses him so that he collides skull first into the brick wall.
As the wily manager, who isn’t looking so wily now, slides down the bricks he leaves a blood trail that slimes down with him. Astrid looks at her handiwork as Benson bleeds on the floor and then looks over at the door he had originally come out of.
Astrid: At least you’re near the trainer’s room this time. This should teach you just the type of person that I am. You can no longer claim ignorance.
With that, the Iconic Queen makes her way down the hall, leaving Benson to stew in his woes.
He steps right into Astrid’s path, forcing her to halt her momentum and look up from her phone with an eyebrow raise and a dagger throwing glare. Bobby doesn’t give her a moment to question his motives before launching into his spiel.
Bobby Benson: Astrid Samson! The Queen of IPW! I’ve been looking for just an opportunity such as this to introduce myself. My name is Bobby Benson, the Manager of Manager’s, and I think it’s time that you and I discussed some business!
Bobby thrusts his hand out towards Astrid and then winces, grabbing at his injured shoulder thanks to the sudden movement. Astrid just looks down and glares at his hand before looking up.
Astrid Samson: Uh… yeah, I’m not touching that because of a few reasons, mainly you look like a stray dog that’s come down with a bad case of mange. So you stay there, I’ll stay here and you can tell me what “business” you want to discuss with me. Keep in mind I’m a very busy woman and don’t really have time for bullshit.
Astrid folds her toned arms across her chest, her eyes still glaring at Bobby. Benson allows his unshaken hand to fall at his side and seems unperturbed by the dismissal.
Bobby Benson: Well, Mrs. Samson, I just recently arrived here in IPW as a representative of Willie Pete, and I’m always on the lookout for talented individuals such as yourself to join the Benson Family. Quite frankly, looking at your history here in the promotion, the fact that you have the impressive record that you do and haven’t been an IPW Heavyweight Champion is beyond me. Your contributions to the company have gone overlooked for too long, and I think it’s high time you be compensated for your end of the venture.
Bobby holds both hands out at his side excitedly, the pitch getting more animated.
Bobby Benson: And that’s where I come in! I can guarantee you that with me on the case, I can get you the money you deserve and will fight tirelessly to get you the championship match you should have already received! It’s a win, win, baby! Just sign on the dotted line, and I’ll get the corporate machines to work!
With a flash of his wrist, a contract appears in Bobby’s hand like magic, and he holds it up against the wall with a pen in his other hand being held towards Astrid. Astrid is wary of the offer and takes the contract to give a quick glance over the first page.
Astrid: They might be the size of raisins that have been left out in the sun too long, but you’ve got some balls approaching me Mr. Benson… especially since you’re so new here and your only client is just as new. While I totally agree with you that my contributions have gone overlooked for far too long, you can’t just waltz in here and make promises of things that neither you nor I know if you can uphold those promises.
Sighing deeply, Astrid brushes some stray hairs out of her face.
Astrid: So let me clue you in on a few things since you’re so new… I’m already part of a family, the Samson Family, and I have been for about 3 years. I already have representation and I already have a manager. Do you expect me to just cast them to the side so that you can benefit? I’m a loyal person and my husband has done amazing things for my career thus far. I’m loyal to Josh and I’m loyal to Daveena given what they’ve done for me, you can’t even come close.
Astrid takes another glance at the contract before tearing it right down the center and handing it back to him.
Astrid: You may not know what loyalty is, but I do. The answer is no.
Bobby takes the two halves and stares at the torn contract for a moment before looking up at Astrid with a snarky smile.
Bobby Benson: You know, I did my research Mrs. Samson, and was aware of your husband. It’s part of the reason I wanted to approach you in the first place. Loyalty aside, I’m not asking you to take anything away from him, or your family. I was offering you something that thus far he hasn’t… security. I mean, isn’t he the reason these interlopers have arrived and started running amuck in this promotion? And where are these people as you get your head bashed off the floor? Where are these people when your championship aspirations are taken advantage of by people who haven’t even been inside the place for all of a month?
Bobby shrugs, wadding the two halves of the contract up and letting them hit the floor.
Bobby Benson: It’s unfortunate that we couldn’t come to some accord. I obviously didn’t do enough research, cause they didn’t tell me how uncouth you could be in the face of compliments and honesty.
Bobby looks pretty smug now, ‘taking the high road’, which actually translates being a prick. Astrid just shrugs her shoulders, cocking her head to the side ever so slightly.
Astrid: Hey, that’s on you because everyone else knows the exact type of person I am and that it hasn’t changed in three years nor will it ever. I’m a bitch to those I don’t trust and/or despise with tremendous amounts and you… are not worthy of my trust. Your business model is beyond flawed and that is going to ruin you. I know my time will come soon and I’m willing to wait until just the right time. Until then, I’m going to keep on keeping on with what I do best… which tonight will be becoming the only real queen of IPW by defeating Tanja Devereaux.
Bobby rolls his eyes at what he perceives to be bravado and starts to walk away while talking over his shoulder.
Bobby Benson: Sure, Mrs. Samson, whatever you say. We’ll just see which one of us has the ‘flawed’ business model, especially considering your husband’s track record.
Bobby lets out a laugh when Astrid delivers a stiff kick straight to his groin area before grabbing him by the back of his head and sending him crashing into a black cargo box. Bobby grabs at the top of his hairline with one hand, the other finding his groin, but he doesn’t get a chance to take in the pain before experiencing more. As he moves to get to his feet, Astrid grabs him by the belt and scruff of the neck and tosses him so that he collides skull first into the brick wall.
As the wily manager, who isn’t looking so wily now, slides down the bricks he leaves a blood trail that slimes down with him. Astrid looks at her handiwork as Benson bleeds on the floor and then looks over at the door he had originally come out of.
Astrid: At least you’re near the trainer’s room this time. This should teach you just the type of person that I am. You can no longer claim ignorance.
With that, the Iconic Queen makes her way down the hall, leaving Benson to stew in his woes.