Post by Press1269 on Jan 30, 2016 6:58:23 GMT
::Alicia Marcil sat back in the comfy leather sofa, and stared at the finger foods spread out across the coffee table. Her two hottest clients were running late, which didn't surprise her considering their disposition regarding her. They didn't like her being around, and certainly didn't like her being in charge. She thought about that notion for a moment, asking herself if she was truly in charge here? After all, it was she who was waiting on them, and not the other way around. Those two were a menace to themselves, and would probably close the door to success all together before accepting a helping hand from her boss, Johnny Storm. Regardless of whether they wanted her here or not, she was going to do her job according to the plans that Johnny Storm had set down before her. She thought about him then, her thoughts a jumbled mixture of feelings & contempt. She loved him. If she told herself it was merely platonic then she would be lying not only to him, but to herself. But he knew that she loved him, and that was why he had taken the liberty of reassigning her when he married another in the form of "Ice Cold" Stephanie Connor. He smirked at that thought. "Johnny Storm...married." It sounded as preposterous inside of her head as it would have if she had actually spoke it. She shook the thoughts from her mind with a tussle of dark hair, and returned her gaze to the clock off to the side. It was 8:31p.m., and was only getting later.
She sighed heavily, as she pulled herself up to her feet, grabbing the tray of finger foods as she rose. She started for the kitchen, adjusting the tray on her arm so that she could grab the bottle of wine as well. Just as she reached the kitchen, a knock came at the door that startled her more than it should have. She quickly set the items down, and made her way to the door. Putting on her brightest smile, she opened the door to find Flaming Youth standing there on the other side. Her smile quickly evaporated when she noticed that the young man was alone, and without his long time associate Press. His smile, however, remained, and became very disarming to her concern about the big man's where-abouts. Her smile returned, if nothing else at half beam, and she stepped to the side of the door giving a slight bow with a wave of her arm.::
Alicia: Please, do come in.
::Youth grinned, and slipped past the woman, taking in her scent as he passed. She smelled of vanilla & lilacs, and he could almost detect a hint of rosemary somewhere in the mix. Regardless of her fragrance, it smelled good to him. Almost to good for the young man to hide, as she closed the door behind him. He slipped off his leather jacket, and it was obvious to her as she took it that he had gone to some expense to try and impress her. Instead of his normal wife beater, and jeans, he wore a nice collared shirt, with a red tie, and black slacks. He was handsome in that sort of attire she thought, a nice change from his normal grungy look. She hung the coat on a coat rack in the corner, and then escorted the young man into the room, indicating for him to take a seat in the chair she indicated. He did so willingly, and she quickly brought the serving tray, and the bottle of wine back over to the coffee table. She sat down, leaning forward a bit with a reassuring smile.::
Alicia: So I take it your partner won't be coming?
Youth: Uh...Err...Well, something came up.
Alicia: Oh it's alright, you don't have to cover for him. He doesn't care for me very much does he?
Youth: Well, Mrs. Marcil, I don't think you understand. Preston...he's a very private person. He doesn't like the prospect of change, and certainly doesn't like the prospect of being indentured servants to Johnny Storm. And HEY, I don't like the guy anymore than he does, but since we did sign that contract a few years ago, I feel it necessary to go ahead and make the best of the situation.
Alicia: And I admire you for your good common sense. A pity that he doesn't share in your expertise.
::He shied away from that remark, and it almost seemed that he was on the borderline of nervous about it. He reached down and took one of the rolled deli slices, and took a measured bite as Alisha observed him with a coy smile. She considered the fact that maybe he wasn't used to being the one who made the decisions in this partnership between he & Press. Perhaps if one wouldn't listen, she could coax the other one to understand.::
Alicia: So how do you enjoy the sausage? I like mine tender, with just a bit of a 'hard' edge to it.
::He visibly trembled after the remark, and she leaned back, crossing her legs in front of her with a wicked grin. She had no intentions of sleeping with a client. She knew the risks, but this kid was obviously less experienced in such matters. She was having fun with him, and he didn't even know it.::
Youth: Well Mrs. Marcil, I don't usually discuss my sausage with just anyone.
::"Touche'"She thought. Perhaps he wasn't as innocent as his young features would make him appear. The two sat there for long moments in silence, staring intently at one another with their every thought displayed through their features. She stood up suddenly, and it almost made him react, but he eased back in his seat as she stepped over to her lap top which rested on the breakfast nook, which was inside of a large bay window. She flicked her wrist a few times around the key board, bringing up an image she had obviously been reviewing, and then turned the screen so that Youth could see it as well.::
Alicia: This is a message board on SINWrestling.com. This is where fans, and even other wrestlers can go and talk about SIN business, and the upcoming shows that are booked. This link right here will take you to the board that gives the predictions of the locker room on your partner's upcoming match.
::He hopped up quickly, and made his way over there, suddenly interested in everything she had to say, and not just what her body was doing. He plopped down into one of the wire chairs, and tapped the mouse pad to enter the link. A long line of predictions came up from various wrestlers, including Aphrodisia in which he promptly clicked. It took him a minute, and finally reached the match he was looking for. Tony Millennia. He shook his head, and exited, going to the next on the list. Tony Millennia. Again he exited, going to the next. Tony Millennia. The next, Tony Millennia. He stopped after the last one, and lowered his head a bit, and then looked back up to Alicia Marcil, who only shrugged.::
Alicia: It's obvious that your peers don't feel that Press can win this match.
Youth: Yeah, well who cares about what they think?!?
Alicia: Obviously he does, or at least according to his last rant he does. Wasn't that his very words...gaining respect from the locker room, the fans, and Corey Page?
::Youth nodded, not only to confirm, but his agreement. He then turned back to the screen where Tony Millennia's name was highlighted in black. He shook his head, and stood up making his way over to the chair.::
Youth: If you don't think that he can win, then why did you even bother calling this dinner?
Alicia: Because if he loses, that affects my job.
::He whirled on her suddenly, a menace showing on his young features for the first time. She thought in that moment that he almost seemed mysterious in a chaotic sort of way. Dangerous sort of way.::
Youth: This isn't some job to us lady! This is our lives you're fucking with. Don't you get that? That's exactly why he's wary of you, and maybe his precautions aren't without merit.
::She feigned the hurt look well, stealing some of the bluster from his words.::
Alicia: You don't think I care about you guys? That's why I'm here, to ensure that you guys get as many opportunities as possible, and as many shots at the titles as possible. I'm here to make sure that you guys are winning matches, and banking checks.
::Youth slid down into his seat defeated, grabbing up another cold-cut, and gnawing on it as she slipped over behind him, and began to rub his shoulders.::
Alicia: But you see, my young friend, if you aren't winning matches, that makes my job very difficult. I don't think Press will have a problem with Tony Millennia, but what happens if he does? That will set you guys back for quite some time. I know how business works, and this one isn't so different than the corporate world. You come in hard, hitting the strongest players first, and after those wins are secure..it will be very hard...VERY HARD indeed to stop you and him from becoming more than just rookies. You'll become stars. Not because they want you to be, but because you earned it....
::She stopped dramatically, and wrenched in on his shoulders, leaning down close to his ear..hot breath escaping out onto the back of his neck.::
Alicia: Because you took it. So now, you tell me Justin, what are you going to do if Press gets in trouble on Sunday?
Youth: I....I...
::He turned his head slightly to face her, their lips inches apart. Then a knock came at the door, dispelling the magic that she had cast around them. She looked up at the door, and Youth quickly shrank back into the seat away from her, his thoughts deep into the questions she had posed to him. She patted him on the shoulder, and stepped quickly for the door that was receiving another knock, this time more forceful. She slid the security chain off, and opened the door, and she couldn't hide her surprise at the sight she saw before her. Press gave a nod, and a half hearted smile, wearing a black, pin-striped suit, with a white button up, and a gray tie. Her expression went from shocked, to humble as she stood there for a moment examining him. He slid his hand out from behind his back, and produced flowers which nearly had her reeling. Could this be the same man who she had spoken with on the last three occasions? She accepted the flowers graciously, and with a smile, and bade him to come in.::
Alicia: Their beautiful! Justin said that he didn't believe that you were coming. What caused the change of heart?
Press: Slight change of plans, not to mention I felt like we all needed to have a good long talk.
::She nodded, and entered the kitchen running some water as the big man made his way into living room where Youth sat, chin in his hand, his brain speeding through thoughts. Press started to sit down on the sofa, but just as he was almost seated, he noticed the lap top with Tony Millennia's name still fresh on the webpage. He reversed his coarse then, stepping over to the computer and looking on quizzically. He exited out of the thread, and noticed the predictions title at the top of the page...along with several different SIN Wrestlers. He crinkled his nose as he checked one after the other seeing Tony Millennia's name displayed in the winners circle. He finally came to a stop just as Alisha re-entered the room carrying a fresh tray of veggies & dip. He turned suddenly, stalking towards the door, a sullen grimace spread across his face. Alisha raised her eyebrows in wonder, and turned to watch him head for the door.::
Alicia: We haven't even talked yet! Where are you going?
Press: Some other time. I have business to take care of.
::Before he could even get out of the door, Youth was up and on his way out with him. He turned to Alisha, and gave a wide grin.::
Youth: Thank's for the snacks Mrs. Marcil. I'll take into consideration your suggestions.
::She watched in awe as both men disappeared behind the slamming door, and she turned back to the lap top which still had Tony Millennia's name displayed on it. She chunked the tray down onto the coffee table, and berated herself for leaving the browser active. This was all she needed, one of her wrestlers losing their cool on live television for all the world to see...especially over other people's opinions. It was going to come off as whiny, and belittling...or..Or just maybe, it would come out to his advantage. He could use this to spur himself into gear, and into the right frame of mind for this match on Sunday. She smirked at the possibility, and quickly sat down to begin her notes for the upcoming show.::
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::The Pontiac pulled up abruptly, nearly running over one of the roadies in charge of setting up the entrance, and the lights for the upcoming Impulse. He started to curse the driver, but thought better of it as the 7 footer pulled himself out of the drivers seat. Youth slid out of the car as well, and followed his partner as he stalked right past the first few production trucks, and found the one he was looking for. He stepped up onto the truck, and grabbed one of the cameraman by the scruff of the neck. Right as Youth was about to protest, the big man cut him a hard scowl that kept his comments to himself. He dragged the man, along with his equipment right out of the truck, and plopped him down in front of him. His face couldn't hide the obvious rage he was feeling, and his dark orbs held nothing but contempt and malice for Tony Millennia. He indicated for the camerman to get the tape rolling, and when he couldn't comply immediately Youth thought that Press was going to go postal. The big man kept his cool for a moment longer, however, and the tapes were finally ready to receive his message.::
Press: You son of a bitch!
::He paced back and forth now, his rage given physical action and keeping him in a rhythm that would stay on track. Focused.::
Press: Tony Millennia, the SIN Wrestling World Champion! You have all of these guys fooled in the back don't you? I'd love to say it was that strap of gold around your waist, but let's face it...they've been sucking the end of your ass long before you ever took home that trinquet. So when was it, Millennia, when exactly did you know that you had what it took to make these people believe you were unbeatable. Last week, the nay sayers were all lined up against us in our match with Aphrodisia & Cyber Trooper. They said that The BombTrax weren't going to be able to pull out all the stops against a top rate troupe. That we had no chance of beating two of the top stars of SIN! TWO PEOPLE who were involved in that World Title match with you at Illusions. Aphrodisia didn't show, so the fuck what? Will you Tony? Will you show up after what we did to you our very first show? Would you show up after we spiked your ass off of the side of the rampway and down into a pane of glass? You would, wouldn't you Tony. Not because of some sense of competition, or even retribution. No Tony, You would come just to keep the wool pulled over these other assholes eyes. You would come just to make sure that your superstar dome image wasn't tainted in anyway by one of the rookies. But you see what happens to those that show their face out in that ring after taking an ass beating. They receive another one. And you know what, if they want some more, they'll get another one. And another one. AND ANOTHER ONE! AS MANY AS IT TAKES before they realize that we aren't going anywhere for a long fucking time!
::He stopped his pacing, and came dangerously close to the camera, his eyes wild with malice as he stared down the lens of the camera.::
Press: This isn't about some fucking predictions by asinine fools who have been duped by your masquerade. This isn't about that title around your waist. NO TONY! This is about fucking respect! THE RESPECT that you continue to refuse me by sitting on the other end of the spectrum, and not saying a fucking word as I step up to the plate in every match since I've been here and try and deliver the best match I can for the fans. FUCK Tony Star! FUCK Aphrodisia! FUCK your whore Nikita! FUCK THEM ALL! Well come on Tony F'n Millennia, you've sat back and watched me say my piece...at least have the god damned common courtesy to say something back, even if it's just your usual.
::He gives of a mocking voice, and a head bobble impression of the "The Only Star"::
Press: I'm Tony F'n Millennia, and the only way I can get a message across is if I find interesting ways of using the word fuck.
::Suddenly serious, he grins maniacally into the camera.::
Press: Well you egocentric, self centered fuck tard....guess what, THIS WEEK, someone's already beat you to the punch. The truth is you aren't anything but Spam Sucking, Trailer Park Trash that has invaded the minds of these viewers. After Sunday, there won't be much use for your antics in this little charade you play, for you will be exposed by the 'rookie' who just beat you in your supposed game. Unfortunately for the fans of SIN Wrestling, if you really are "The Only Star", you're about to be snuffed out and a darkness will spread until they find a new star to attach themselves too. Don't be too surprised Tony when the big lights display my name, and the only thing that displays yours....is the unemployment line. I guess the only thing you'll have left to say after the fact is..."Fuck"!
::He smiles at the camera in disbelief, and shakes his head at the stupidity of it all while making his way out of the view. The camera focuses on Youth for a moment who simply watches his partner with a concerned expression, and then follows him out of view as well. The camera zooms in on the SIN logo on the side of one of the trucks, and then fades to black. Static.::