Post by Press1269 on Jan 31, 2016 6:38:04 GMT
::Press sat there within Johnny Storm's office as the CEO and Owner of the Gladiator Wrestling Association pattered away on the keyboard to his computer. Finally after a few more srokes of his fingers, he sat back..a satisfied smirk set in on his face.::
Johnny Storm: So the AW has closed it's doors, as per our agreement.
Press: Yeah. According to Jimmy Jackson, there's nothing he can do to keep it afloat. It seems your plan worked. Now, as to me & Youth getting paid our fair sha...
Johnny Storm: NOT SO FAST! Give me details. Did Jimmy Jackson freakin' squirm after what he saw on his last AW card ever! Did that son of a bitch beg for mercy?
::Press shifted in his seat uncomfortably, and then nodded as he went to answer.::
Press: Yeah, he was like a kid who just shit himself, and can't get anyone to change him. He was beside himself. Now, about the mone...
Johnny Storm: Well, You'll get it. In Full.
Press: Thank You.
Johnny Storm: Don't worry, you earned it. Now..I'ld like to discuss some other business with you.
Press: Like what kind of other business?
Johnny Storm: Wrestling Business of coarse. It's come to my attention that an off breed extension of Professional Wrestling has reached Ireland and the surrounding countries. They are calling themselves Shockwave Wrestling. I would like you to go there with the same intentions that you had with AW. Seek, and Destroy. Divide, and Conqour.
Press: Jesus Christ. Over Seas?
Johnny Storm: Yeah. I figured it would be good for you and Youth to see the World, and stop being confined to just American Wrestling. I mean, think of the oppurtunity.
Press: Yeah...think of the expenses.
Johnny Storm: You know that you & your partner will be compensated for your services.
Press: Well...as long as that's clear. I don't care where we go really. Actually, the farther away from here...the better.
::Press stared out the window towards the woods, where he knew that she watched him. His lover, his feral beast created for the purpose of Salvation. Who knew that faith could be so destructive, and twisted. Storm followed his gaze, and allowed the silence of thought. After a few more moments, Press turned towards Storm, and nodded.::
Press: You got it Storm. We'll go to this Shockwave Wrestling, and we'll bust up their little party for you. I'm guessing you want them out of buisness?
Johnny Storm: You guessed it. I have my plane all fueled up, and ready for you to go whenever you want. You're vehicles are loaded as well.
Press: I'm guessing you were expecting this answer eh?
Johnny Storm: I'm a very hard man to say 'no' too.
Press: Indeed.
::After some brief side conversation, the two parted ways with a mutual understanding. They didn't like each other. They didn't have to. Soon Press & Flaming Youth would be in Ireland, and Johnny Storm would still be in the states running his business. All would go according to the plan, and Shockwave Wrestling would be changed forever. Unlucky you Rayne, unlucky you.::