Post by Press1269 on Jan 30, 2016 7:00:19 GMT
::He tore through the backstage area of Impulse like a man possessed, and perhaps he was, thought Alicia Marcil as she followed his pathway of destruction with Flaming Youth. He was possessed of demons she had no idea about, and a loss of something that he once cherished. Something that once drove him to compete, and something that he looked to rectify. Something that he wanted back more than anything in all the world. He grabbed up one of the SIN TV Monitors, and lobbed it across the room, striking the far wall with enough momentum to cave the metal casing like it was aluminum. He reached the end of the room, and finally burst through the parking lot exit with a stream of curse words the only coherent thing that anyone could surmise. Youth followed first, and waved his hand in front of Marcil for her to give him a minute. The woman's sensibilities wouldn't let her do that, however, and she slipped right out the door and pushed past Youth to confront the hulking figure in front of her.::
Alicia: WHAT?!? WHAT THE FUCK COULD POSSIBLY BE YOUR PROBLEM?!?!
::He turned on her, his massive frame towering over her, within an inch of her face with the intensity of a damning judge right before the verdict in his dark orbs. Their eyes locked for a moment, and it was there that he saw the fear in her eyes...and even she was surprised to find that she had taken several steps back, and even more so that he had pursued with his large fists balled tightly at his sides. He roared so forcefully that she felt light headed for a moment, and thought for a moment that he was going to strike her. But in that moment he took a few steps back, and turned his back on her...holding his hands out in front of him as if he had just committed murder. Perhaps in his mind he had. In that moment he had swept the lithe woman up into his hands, and stretched her out before him like a bloody canvas. She wondered if she would still be as beautiful turned inside out? Then he turned back to her, and shook his head, disgust splayed over his face.::
Press: No more. You can pack your shit, and go back to Johnny Storm, and tell him that HIS contract is terminated!
::She raised her eyebrows, and then placed her hands defiantly on her hips. Youth started to interject, but had no chance before she threw in her two cents.::
Alicia: Are you fucking crazy? Get this through that pea sized brain of yours.....YOU ARE UNDER A NON-NEGOTIABLE CONTRACT!! I am here to assist you & your partner in whatever way I can that is within my capacity.
Press: We don't need your fucking help!
Alicia: You act like you lost that match! Didn't you see the reaction on the fans, and the people in the back? YOU WON AGAINST THEIR WORLD CHAMPION!!
Press: Maybe so, but it wasn't fucking clean. It wasn't supposed to end like that...not with YOU pulling me over onto him! Now it's not legit! Now it's tainted, and I got nothing!
Alicia: It would have been tainted anyways! Do you need me to remind you of Aphrodisia Jordan! She cracked you over the head with a flame thrower for Christ's sake!
Press: Yeah, and that's business for another day! I'm talking about YOU, and your part in this match! There shouldn't have been one! Don't you see? So what about Jordan. She comes down, and interferes...it looks bad on her. I had Tony Millennia right where I wanted him, and legitly. I power bombed his ass right down into the canvas, and he wasn't getting up! He was fucking OUT! I would have made the cover myself, but NO! You robbed that from me! YOU made the cover, and now I look like the jack ass who promised a clean win! No one was supposed to come to my aid, cause I didn't need the help. DO you know what this would have made it look like if you hadn't stuck your nose in it? Tony Millennia had help from Aphrodisia Jordan, and STILL couldn't put me away! But no...YOU FUCKED UP!
Alicia: That is the most asinine thing I've ever heard! I did what i had to do to ensure that you won the match, just like I told you I would do from the very beginning.
Press: Aren't you fucking hearing me? WE DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! I HAD THE FUCKING MATCH!
::He was coming closer again, but this time she didn't back down. She slid her hand behind her, and into her purse, palming the mace within. Youth stepped up then, intercepting the big man with outstretched hands.::
Youth: Chill man, just chill. She was just doing what she thought was best for us.
Press: Well she doesn't know what's best for us! We determine that, and she's not going to be around here fucking up our plans!
::She moved around the younger man, stepping right up into Press' face with a determined finger leading the way.::
Alicia: I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE!! You understand me? I am going to continue to do my job to the best of my ability, and if that means me having to clean up your messes, then so be it!
Press: What you're going to do is get on that fucking plane tomorrow, and fly your ass back to Charlotte so you can stick your head further up Johnny Storm's ass! We're done with you, and that's final!
Youth: Is that right?
::Both of them stopped their stand off, and quizzically turned their attention to the younger member of the BombTrax, who had taken a few steps back and crossed his arms over his chest in a pose of indifference.::
Youth: You know, Press, you've been bringing up some pretty valid points, and I think after how weird you've been acting, that maybe I am starting to piece together why. But for someone who's unsure of themselves, you sure have been laying down the law about what's best for us...when in fact it's YOU who has this huge problem with Alisha. She might have messed up, but she WAS trying to help you out in the long run.
::The big man took a few steps back in disbelief, and just shook his head without being able to find the words. Alicia was similarly shocked, but quickly composed herself. She stepped over to Youth, and gripped his arm tightly before taking her place behind him. He was going to be the one to finish this argument, not her. She smiled that thought, but kept it hidden so as to watch the confrontation that was about to occur. Press' jaw tightened, and he cocked his head to the side to get all the kinks out, and then stalked over to Youth...not fully in his face, but close enough to be in easy striking distance.::
Press: Is that a fact? So, since when did you & Marcil get on a first name basis?
::Youth lowered his gaze, shaking his head and holding his hands outwardly to show that he meant no hostility.::
Youth: Listen man, we're not trying to gang up on you. I'm just saying that she was looking out for our best interests.
Press: And how is it in our best interest to become a group of cheats?
Youth: It wasn't cheating...it was fighting fire with fire. Aphrodisia Jordan & Tony Millennia are the cheats.
Press: So you want her in your corner?
Youth: I don't think it's such a bad idea to be covered inside & outside of the ring. She can do that for us.
Press: Well that's real nice kid, we'll see how you enjoy that when you look back next Sunday to see her instead of me.
::The big man turned abruptly, and stalked towards the exit to the parking lot leading up to the streets of Calgary. He walked right past the 1966 Pontiac, and didn't bother to even glance at the machine. The two of them watched as he climbed the stairs, and disappeared behind a slab of concrete. Alicia turned, and stared hard at Youth who shied away from her gaze.::
Alicia: Impressive.
Youth: It's not that big of a deal. He'll come around in a couple of days.
Alicia: You think so?
::She asked the question doubtfully, and he gave her a reassuring nod & a smile.::
Youth: You don't know him like I do. He just needs to let off some steam.
Alicia: Right. Soooooo, I guess I'll be seeing you in Montreal?
Youth: Yeah.
Alicia: You could always give the plane a shot...
Youth: Nah, I have to drive the car just in case Press does decide to ride with me.
Alicia: I can have someone else bring the car. Come on, we should really talk about your future.
::His hesitation was practical, but the smile that she gave him shattered his resolve like a baseball through the neighbors window. He nodded reluctantly, and she pulled a cell phone from her purse, dialing numbers as soon as it was flipped open. She gave him an excited grin, and got on the phone with a commanding, yet sultry voice.::
Alicia: Yes, this is Mrs. Marcil. I would appreciate if you could pull the limo around. I'll also need someone from the airport to drive my guests car to Montreal. Yes, of coarse, I'll pay for any of their additional charges, just get someone down here. Yes, thank you.
::She closed the cell phone, ending the transmission, and slipped it back into her purse. She turned her attention back to Youth, who now stared off in the direction that Press had taken.::
Alicia: How long have you & Press been friends?
::The question brought him back to reality, and he came out of his day dream in an embarrassed fashion.::
Youth: We've been traveling the roads together since 1998. Met way back in Total Carnage Wrestling Federation when we were both rookies to the sport.
::She nodded, noticing the white stretch limo coming down the rampway, and pulling up right in front of them. Youth went for the door handle, but Alisha reached out and pulled his hand away to his side. She retained her grip for just a moment, just long enough to see the uncomfortable expression bubble to the surface. She smirked, and let go of his hand just as the driver hopped out of his seat, and came to the door, opening it for both of them.::
Alicia: Remember...sometimes it's nice to let someone else do for you, especially if it's their job.
::He nodded in understanding, and then slipped into the vehicle. She was soon to follow, the driver closing the door behind her. The inside of the limo was nice, and more than he was used to she could tell. He reached up and tousled his dark hair, and his curious, boyish nature struck her as beautiful, and at the same time dangerous. He reached over, and began to toggle with switches, engaged with the sunroof which he opened a few times. She simply watched, enjoying his new found distraction to what had just occurred. He felt her staring at him, and he blushed a bit, turning to return her gaze.::
Youth: Sorry, never been in a ride this nice.
Alicia: Oh my dear, if you think this is something...wait till you see the jet.