Post by justinf on Jul 25, 2012 20:57:59 GMT -5
6 years ago.....
It's dark...which is normal for Tanner when he wants to meet. This time I'm in Chicago. this particular back alley has a very delectable odour of sweat, rotting meat and what I think might be blood....old blood. Like maybe this was where beatings often took place. I wasn't that kind of guy. Yes I was for hire most of the time but it wasn't to take people out, I had other skills that Tanner liked me for.
Tanner...the go-between guy that gave me the jobs that often took me to every corner of the globe. Can't say that I hadn't seen my share of trouble and there was a time or two when I'd nearly escaped with my life but it sure beat working at my Father's school, which seemed to be the only real future for me otherwise. I had a knack for finding information that other people never seemed to be able to find themselves....but hell I didn't want to be some PI and find missing children and long lost loves. That was boring.
I sigh deeply when it's been nearly 10 minutes of standing in this putrid stink. Where the hell is Tanner. I didn't have all night.
"Hey J-dog..." I turn around at the deep voice. Tanner is walking toward me. He's about an inch taller then me and his arms are like tree trunks. His skin is darker then the night but he's probably the only person in this world that knows me better than myself.
He grabs my hand and we exchange the same stupid pleasantries that usually are just so that it's not awkward when he asks do something dangerous. He frowns. Not that he's usually Mr. Smiley or anything but I get the impression that whatever it is he's here to talk to me about it's not an easy task.
"Hey look...I gotta ask you to go to South America this time...."
I roll my eyes. Last time I had to go down there I ended up having to run from a very angry man swearing in Portuguese. I was pretty fluent in most languages and the words he was saying were not something I was going to repeat right now. Why was this man after me? Well lets just say that I was going a little beyond the call of duty with his sister..... I smirked.
"It's not funny..." I look up at Tanner and he's still serious.
"What's the job?" I didn't need another brother. I had 3 of them already.
He hands me the file folder and I open it up. Inside I find the info on what I needed to do. Any normal sane person would run away quickly but not Justin Fischer. I lived for this shit. I looked up at Tanner again after scanning it.
"Not a problem."
"Really? Cuz I really wouldn't blame you for cutting out on this one..."
I shake my head. "You know me Tanner, have I ever turned down a paying job?"
"No. you stupid bastard."
I laugh. "Call me an adrenaline junkie, call me stupid, call me whatever you want Buddy but one thing I'm not is scared of a challenge."
Tanner and I are silent for a few minutes. "You know I'm surprised your not dead by now."
"Me too." I say with a laugh. I slap his shoulder and it's like hitting a brick wall. I guess this was why Tanner was the hit man and I was his info man. "But I couldn't do what you do man...I may be fearless but I couldn't take people out for money...."
"I'm not doing this forever. Once Dinah is done college I'll retire."
Dinah, his hot baby sister. Once I'd joked that we should trade sisters for fun and he'd looked at me like I was one of his targets. He was what a big brother should be for his sister. Protective but not overbearing. Enough that Tanner was not stupid enough to let me go anywhere near her. Did I mention he was also a smart son of a bitch?
"You know the drill. Call me when you finish so that I can do what I do best. You know Fish you should think about a new career yourself....didn't you say you went to school for fighting or something?"
"Wrestling...a little MMA, Martial arts...my dad's a trainer. I don't know if that's the kind of life for me..."
"Listen..." he stared intently at me. "Your a smart dude and from what I gather your family cares a lot about you. You should find another way to get money before one of these jobs gets you killed...do it for Kahlan at least..."
Damn this guy knew that my soft spot was my sister but I did this because I needed to be away from the family that suffocated me.
"Not today my friend." I slapped his shoulder again. "Thanks, I'll be in touch." I pulled on the black helmet and walked around the corner, leaving Tanner alone. I got on my bike and went straight to the airport. I usually drove everywhere but I wasn't risking some angry guy getting a hand on my baby. there was not one day where I regretting my choices, especially today....even though I fucking hated South America.
~*~
Present Day
Wednesday, 3:54pm
the laptop is top of the line, I never invest in anything less and I think every 2 years or so I get a new one. Bliss usually got my old one...after a hard drive clean of course. It felt weird to be doing a job when I was working for a fed. It hadn't been my plan to join NYCCW. I'd done it because I wanted Lexi back...and well that backfired completely. and I hadn't counted on Bill Adams getting in touch with me about MPW. I knew I had the skills to get this belt and despite what my 'opponents' were saying, they knew absolutely nothing about what I was capable of and who I was....why? because I made sure that my past was untraceable. When you did the work that I did, you had to cover every avenue. So my career working in the underground fight clubs was well buried. this current job, surprisingly wasn't my normal type of job. It wasn't putting my life in danger in any way, it was more because after talking to the person that contracted me, I couldn't refuse his offer....why? because wrestling is pretty boring most of the time. Especially when you have the kind of background that I do. I'm not used to just sitting pretty waiting for some guy behind a desk to give me a match.
I'd been pretty successful at this so far, which I found was amazing considering that I usually ran into problems...and although I wasn't getting paid for it, it was keeping my mind off other things...mainly that I knew that my Sister was fooling around with Blaze. It had been pretty hard for me not to go and kick down his door and put a boot in his face....but Bliss was a big girl and she...knew what she was doing apparently. To be honest, Blaze was actually the lesser evil...Not that Kurt was an evil guy but he just wasn't the man I saw my sister being with. For one she'd kick his ass if he ever did something she didn't like....
I chuckle to myself as I continue to type into the form I'm completing. I only wish that I'd had more time...I really could have made this whole job my most epic of all but I had to work with what I was given, including the lack lustre enthusiasm of the man orchestrating it all. He had his mind set on the prize at the end where as I loved the build up to it. but again, I was playing it the way he wanted.
I take a sip of my can of coke and stare at the screen, thinking when there's a knock and my hotel door opens. I look up over the laptop even though I know it's Bliss. I gave her a key card the other day just in case I lost mine but I didn't expect her to just show up.
"What you doing here?" I ask, trying to throw various papers into the folder. I didn't want her involved. both her and my family didn't know the shady stuff I'd been involved in and for good reason. Like I said, I made sure my past was untraceable...so I'd also made sure that there were absolutely no links to my family. She eyes me curiously as I stuff the folder into the drawer in the desk.
"What's that about?" she asks coming toward me and I frantically try and close the screen.
"A surprise." I say, giving her my trademark smile. She puts her hands on her hips and stops in front of the computer.
"For who? Your not doing something stupid are you? Just because Jeremy's birthday is coming up doesn't mean that you are anyone else is going to get me to talk to him...."
"No nothing to do with Jer..." Damn the stupid thing is still thinking about closing. All it's going to take is for her to walk around and the whole thing is blown....and Bliss didn't need to be involved in this.
"Then why do you have to keep it a secret?" She starts to lean over to look and just as she looks over, the screen goes blank and my screen saver appears. thank god.
She sighs with annoyance. "Fine, don't tell me. I'm only your sister...."
"Sorry...your not in the club." I close the laptop and stand. "you didn't answer my question...what are you doing here? I didn't give you the extra key card so you could sneak in whenever you wanted...."
She punched me in the arm. I would never admit it openly but she did have a good punch. It stung a little.
"I was coming to see what you were up to and maybe you wanted to grab some early dinner or something. You would think I was a bane to your existence or something. I hardly bug you for things..."
"Except when you want to steal my ride..."
"Oh don't call it that. It's a motorcycle or a bike for god's sake."
I roll my eyes. I loved purposely antagonizing her like that...it was kind of fun. "Sure I can do with some dinner but then I really have to work on that 'surprise' and some how find time and a avenue to talk about my match to the good people of MPW."
Bliss laughs. She knows I'm being sarcastic. She knows I hate doing promos...only because I feel they're kind of beneath me....why should I have to get behind a camera and tell a bunch of useless pissants why it will be easy to kick their asses from here until the end of life as we know it? I guess that was kind of why I gravitated toward Jay Wyatt. He liked to do the video part himself by repeating my comments like quotes. However, I would appear to be just a guy with no background if I continued this way. I wasn't being taken seriously and so...I had a plan and that plan would make me a top guy...or so I was pretty sure it would.
"alright well we better go...I'm starving."
"I bet you are." I say with a smirk.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing...absolutely nothing. I made you a promise to try and stay out of your love life and I'm really struggling with it but well....your 24 not 16..."
She grimaced. Was it still an open wound? After all these years was she holding that particular grudge against jerry still? hmmm....made me really wonder what else she was brooding over.
"Let's just go. Let's avoid talking about my personal shit like that. It's none of your business...."
"Right..." Like I said, really fucking hard not to want to go and kick some 'bastard' ass. I had to admit though....he knew how to rise above the shit around here and I was going to do the exact same thing, starting on Monday.
~*~
Wednesday
8:47 pm
I hate be left waiting for people. I had dropped Bliss off a couple hours ago after we'd shared steaks and beers. At least, she had beer, I refuse to drink if I'm driving. There are some things you just don't do, regardless of how bad ass you are. After which I'd gotten a phone call from Tasha Jordan. It was cool because I was looking for someone to do my promo and she just happened to be the first to contact me....so miss Jordan congrats....the only issue is she's late in meeting me.
I hear the sound of heels on the pavement and I look up from my position leaning against the front of HQ when she runs up to me with a couple guys behind her.
"I'm so sorry...." she's out of breath. She's even cuter than I thought she'd be, at least from what I saw of her on TV and the glimpses backstage.
"Ah, you won't need those camera guys." I say with a smile.
She gives me a confused look. "What do you mean? Your not bailing on me just because I'm late are you....I'm sorry I had another interview that...." I cut her off.
"Listen babe, first off....no one keeps me waiting for 15 minutes and gets away with a cheap ass apology like that. I have a life and since interviewing with you is beneath me, this is all you get." I hand her a DVD. She looks at it oddly.
"If you did your own promo why did you agree to meet with me?"
I laugh. "Because I wanted to see that exactly look that's on your face right now sweet cheeks. that look of 'well I'm so heartbroken because I'd hope to interview the hidden gem and maybe go back to his hotel after.... sorry honey but your not in my league but feel free to get off to my image." I push myself away from the wall. Tasha is still looking rather shocked. I laugh and get a good look at her ass before walking toward the parking lot.
~*~
Later Tasha puts the DVD in her computer in her office at HQ and with a sigh presses play.
It starts up with a shaky image of Justin's face. He's not smiling, he seems to be instead, trying to steady the camera until finally it stops moving and he backs up a bit.
"So Like I said, I find that the interview requirement of being part of a wrestling federation is beyond boring and the only reason I let Jay Wyatt talk to me is because it's funny making fun of him at every opportunity....that and I'm far too good to talk to anybody...sorry Tasha. Your a hot piece of ass and all but well...like I said, I have things to do that require a lot more intelligence than answering your pathetic questions like what 'what my game plan is' and 'if I'm confident enough to win this title' I can answer that for you right now. My game plan is to decimate these underlings that call them selves real talent and I'm far from Confident sweetling, I'm damn sure that title will find a permanent home around my waist."
Justin offers a smirk and then continues.
"so I guess this is the part where I pick apart my...'ahem' competition. Please people. I had better competition trying to get my sister a Barbie doll on Christmas eve when I was 12. Those little old ladies throw a mean punch I tell you. All five of your are just a strain on MPW resources. Some of you can't even win matches. Now I now I'm not really one to talk about that but let's just look at the facts here....there are people in this match that have not won a single match but yet they end up in the ranks to fight me? the hidden gem. There's a reason that the good commentators of NYCCW christened me that...and maybe because Ummm, I have talent and the so called skills that I've seen you folks demonstrate would be better used as a server at the local sonic burger. by the way Jason, I hear they're hiring...better get your application in quick before they don't have a position left, I heard you really like to sling meat.... but I digress...."
He readjusts himself in an arm chair.
"So let me pick apart this list of rag tag guys and fully appreciate how much I'm going to enjoy crushing their dreams of TV title gold. I'm going to start with Taufik...you know since we have a history and all....a rather boring and uneventful one. I've taken you out rather easily in the past my friend and It's nothing new for me when I say I'll just do it again....and again...and again until you can't even raise your pathetic head from the mat. I mean come on you really expect me to be intimidated by you when you call your finisher 'surprise'...What the fuck is that? what are you going to throw me a party....you going to give me a present? Dude you really need to re-evaluate this whole thing you have going on cuz it doesn't do a damn thing for you....and your whole losing streak...yeah sucks to be you, especially considering that your going to have another loss after Monday. I think the only thing that's really working out for you is that mail order bride you have as a manager. It's great that you got yourself a bitch to fight your battles for you."
"And on the subject of Bitches, we are suddenly reminded of good old British gent Toby Foster. the man who has no balls and can be intimated by my baby sister with only a few cleaver words. Awww, how very sad. You know the best part about this....is that after your loss, is that little Spanish slut going to want to actually be associated with you? I mean you made such an awesome first impression. So you won a match here or there...doesn't mean that you are any where close to worthy of standing close to me. I'm starting to think the only reason Billy bob there hired you was because he wanted to appear like he was multi cultural or whatever....ur just the token English guy. So in the spirit of all token guys, you'll be the first to go."
"So 2 down, 3 to go. Fisherman...you know every time I heard something about you..or watch one of ur completely laughable promos, or even have the time to glance at your attempt to wrestle I'm simply reminded of how good it's going to feel to give you a cruise control. You keep going on about how I must not be important if I've only been booked twice...well let me just enlighten you a little. You may have had more matches then me but isn't it funny how I'm still in this match.....Ummm forgive me but doesn't that mean that I'm just a little more higher calibre then you. I mean I fight two matches and boom I'm in the title match and you barely made the cut....actually I think it was maybe just a pity entrance. I heard your manager pulled some strings....maybe she pulled Bill's string a little. Bravo...but oh your really the only great one here...give me a fucking break. Go home you wannabe."
"So who do we have next here....Freddie Styles." Justin leans into the camera. "Now I watched your last promo and I must say I'm a little concerned....Ummm just who were you talking to? Me...the other guys because you didn't name anyone and as much as I want to destroy everyone in this match I have to wonder...who were you calling a has been? The only has been I see is you my friend. and what was that you were saying...we're all just jealous...jealous of what? your ability to sound like a lunatic? jealous that for some reason your here, wasting my time with your snooze fest of a promo? and newsflash buddy....where did you get the idea that your a superstar....now correct me if I'm wrong but this is the TV title shot, not the World heavy weight shot...yeah even I'm not stupid enough to believe that I'll be the face of MPW just by winning the lowest title in the running. You know what there's this really nice place I saw when I was coming in from the airport...they'll take really good care of you there and make sure you take your meds on time."
Justin folds his hands and gives the camera a head shake.
"And last on the list is that little upstart Jason X. You know what, I don't give a fuck what your name is and seriously if you get offended over that it only means I did my job in making you angry. Point for me...thanks for the kudos. And I'm sorry are you trying to say that your better then me? That's laughable. let me do a Jason X impression here. 'I'm great because I used to be a TV champion at some unknown crap ass fed that no one gives a shit about' Yeah don't care. that means nothing here. so you beat some crappy person in bucksville nowhere and got a TV title. so holding a title somewhere else automatically means your going to win? Well that's really the most ignorant thing I've ever heard someone say. You've never faced me. I will be the next TV champion and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. oh and what's this if I knock you down your going to get right back up? that is gotta be the most stupidest thing I've ever heard...so not only are you ignorant your stupid too. 2 for 2.... You wanna start talking about intelligence buddy...tell me how many university degrees do you hold? let me take a wild guess here and say none. I have two...oh....didn't know. not surprised. You have no idea what I've done or what i could do and fine go ahead and get in taht ring with your big attitude and the ego the size of Nevada...won't mean anything when your the one watching me walk out with that belt."
Justin stands from the chair and walks toward the camera.
"Let me just leave you all with some food for thought. You can make jokes about my name, you can say I know nothing about this sport, you can even say that I have no experience or talent but you'd be wrong....underestimate me all you want boys it will just make my victory all the more sweeter....and the TV title will only be the beginning. You'll get to watch helplessly as I climb my way up the ladder. and you'll only have yourselves to blame for being so pathetically weak and stuck on bottom rung. Do you smell that....that's the smell of my victory."
the camera goes black and Tasha ejects it from her computer. she takes a big sigh before starting to load up her software to have it ready for TV.
It's dark...which is normal for Tanner when he wants to meet. This time I'm in Chicago. this particular back alley has a very delectable odour of sweat, rotting meat and what I think might be blood....old blood. Like maybe this was where beatings often took place. I wasn't that kind of guy. Yes I was for hire most of the time but it wasn't to take people out, I had other skills that Tanner liked me for.
Tanner...the go-between guy that gave me the jobs that often took me to every corner of the globe. Can't say that I hadn't seen my share of trouble and there was a time or two when I'd nearly escaped with my life but it sure beat working at my Father's school, which seemed to be the only real future for me otherwise. I had a knack for finding information that other people never seemed to be able to find themselves....but hell I didn't want to be some PI and find missing children and long lost loves. That was boring.
I sigh deeply when it's been nearly 10 minutes of standing in this putrid stink. Where the hell is Tanner. I didn't have all night.
"Hey J-dog..." I turn around at the deep voice. Tanner is walking toward me. He's about an inch taller then me and his arms are like tree trunks. His skin is darker then the night but he's probably the only person in this world that knows me better than myself.
He grabs my hand and we exchange the same stupid pleasantries that usually are just so that it's not awkward when he asks do something dangerous. He frowns. Not that he's usually Mr. Smiley or anything but I get the impression that whatever it is he's here to talk to me about it's not an easy task.
"Hey look...I gotta ask you to go to South America this time...."
I roll my eyes. Last time I had to go down there I ended up having to run from a very angry man swearing in Portuguese. I was pretty fluent in most languages and the words he was saying were not something I was going to repeat right now. Why was this man after me? Well lets just say that I was going a little beyond the call of duty with his sister..... I smirked.
"It's not funny..." I look up at Tanner and he's still serious.
"What's the job?" I didn't need another brother. I had 3 of them already.
He hands me the file folder and I open it up. Inside I find the info on what I needed to do. Any normal sane person would run away quickly but not Justin Fischer. I lived for this shit. I looked up at Tanner again after scanning it.
"Not a problem."
"Really? Cuz I really wouldn't blame you for cutting out on this one..."
I shake my head. "You know me Tanner, have I ever turned down a paying job?"
"No. you stupid bastard."
I laugh. "Call me an adrenaline junkie, call me stupid, call me whatever you want Buddy but one thing I'm not is scared of a challenge."
Tanner and I are silent for a few minutes. "You know I'm surprised your not dead by now."
"Me too." I say with a laugh. I slap his shoulder and it's like hitting a brick wall. I guess this was why Tanner was the hit man and I was his info man. "But I couldn't do what you do man...I may be fearless but I couldn't take people out for money...."
"I'm not doing this forever. Once Dinah is done college I'll retire."
Dinah, his hot baby sister. Once I'd joked that we should trade sisters for fun and he'd looked at me like I was one of his targets. He was what a big brother should be for his sister. Protective but not overbearing. Enough that Tanner was not stupid enough to let me go anywhere near her. Did I mention he was also a smart son of a bitch?
"You know the drill. Call me when you finish so that I can do what I do best. You know Fish you should think about a new career yourself....didn't you say you went to school for fighting or something?"
"Wrestling...a little MMA, Martial arts...my dad's a trainer. I don't know if that's the kind of life for me..."
"Listen..." he stared intently at me. "Your a smart dude and from what I gather your family cares a lot about you. You should find another way to get money before one of these jobs gets you killed...do it for Kahlan at least..."
Damn this guy knew that my soft spot was my sister but I did this because I needed to be away from the family that suffocated me.
"Not today my friend." I slapped his shoulder again. "Thanks, I'll be in touch." I pulled on the black helmet and walked around the corner, leaving Tanner alone. I got on my bike and went straight to the airport. I usually drove everywhere but I wasn't risking some angry guy getting a hand on my baby. there was not one day where I regretting my choices, especially today....even though I fucking hated South America.
~*~
Present Day
Wednesday, 3:54pm
the laptop is top of the line, I never invest in anything less and I think every 2 years or so I get a new one. Bliss usually got my old one...after a hard drive clean of course. It felt weird to be doing a job when I was working for a fed. It hadn't been my plan to join NYCCW. I'd done it because I wanted Lexi back...and well that backfired completely. and I hadn't counted on Bill Adams getting in touch with me about MPW. I knew I had the skills to get this belt and despite what my 'opponents' were saying, they knew absolutely nothing about what I was capable of and who I was....why? because I made sure that my past was untraceable. When you did the work that I did, you had to cover every avenue. So my career working in the underground fight clubs was well buried. this current job, surprisingly wasn't my normal type of job. It wasn't putting my life in danger in any way, it was more because after talking to the person that contracted me, I couldn't refuse his offer....why? because wrestling is pretty boring most of the time. Especially when you have the kind of background that I do. I'm not used to just sitting pretty waiting for some guy behind a desk to give me a match.
I'd been pretty successful at this so far, which I found was amazing considering that I usually ran into problems...and although I wasn't getting paid for it, it was keeping my mind off other things...mainly that I knew that my Sister was fooling around with Blaze. It had been pretty hard for me not to go and kick down his door and put a boot in his face....but Bliss was a big girl and she...knew what she was doing apparently. To be honest, Blaze was actually the lesser evil...Not that Kurt was an evil guy but he just wasn't the man I saw my sister being with. For one she'd kick his ass if he ever did something she didn't like....
I chuckle to myself as I continue to type into the form I'm completing. I only wish that I'd had more time...I really could have made this whole job my most epic of all but I had to work with what I was given, including the lack lustre enthusiasm of the man orchestrating it all. He had his mind set on the prize at the end where as I loved the build up to it. but again, I was playing it the way he wanted.
I take a sip of my can of coke and stare at the screen, thinking when there's a knock and my hotel door opens. I look up over the laptop even though I know it's Bliss. I gave her a key card the other day just in case I lost mine but I didn't expect her to just show up.
"What you doing here?" I ask, trying to throw various papers into the folder. I didn't want her involved. both her and my family didn't know the shady stuff I'd been involved in and for good reason. Like I said, I made sure my past was untraceable...so I'd also made sure that there were absolutely no links to my family. She eyes me curiously as I stuff the folder into the drawer in the desk.
"What's that about?" she asks coming toward me and I frantically try and close the screen.
"A surprise." I say, giving her my trademark smile. She puts her hands on her hips and stops in front of the computer.
"For who? Your not doing something stupid are you? Just because Jeremy's birthday is coming up doesn't mean that you are anyone else is going to get me to talk to him...."
"No nothing to do with Jer..." Damn the stupid thing is still thinking about closing. All it's going to take is for her to walk around and the whole thing is blown....and Bliss didn't need to be involved in this.
"Then why do you have to keep it a secret?" She starts to lean over to look and just as she looks over, the screen goes blank and my screen saver appears. thank god.
She sighs with annoyance. "Fine, don't tell me. I'm only your sister...."
"Sorry...your not in the club." I close the laptop and stand. "you didn't answer my question...what are you doing here? I didn't give you the extra key card so you could sneak in whenever you wanted...."
She punched me in the arm. I would never admit it openly but she did have a good punch. It stung a little.
"I was coming to see what you were up to and maybe you wanted to grab some early dinner or something. You would think I was a bane to your existence or something. I hardly bug you for things..."
"Except when you want to steal my ride..."
"Oh don't call it that. It's a motorcycle or a bike for god's sake."
I roll my eyes. I loved purposely antagonizing her like that...it was kind of fun. "Sure I can do with some dinner but then I really have to work on that 'surprise' and some how find time and a avenue to talk about my match to the good people of MPW."
Bliss laughs. She knows I'm being sarcastic. She knows I hate doing promos...only because I feel they're kind of beneath me....why should I have to get behind a camera and tell a bunch of useless pissants why it will be easy to kick their asses from here until the end of life as we know it? I guess that was kind of why I gravitated toward Jay Wyatt. He liked to do the video part himself by repeating my comments like quotes. However, I would appear to be just a guy with no background if I continued this way. I wasn't being taken seriously and so...I had a plan and that plan would make me a top guy...or so I was pretty sure it would.
"alright well we better go...I'm starving."
"I bet you are." I say with a smirk.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing...absolutely nothing. I made you a promise to try and stay out of your love life and I'm really struggling with it but well....your 24 not 16..."
She grimaced. Was it still an open wound? After all these years was she holding that particular grudge against jerry still? hmmm....made me really wonder what else she was brooding over.
"Let's just go. Let's avoid talking about my personal shit like that. It's none of your business...."
"Right..." Like I said, really fucking hard not to want to go and kick some 'bastard' ass. I had to admit though....he knew how to rise above the shit around here and I was going to do the exact same thing, starting on Monday.
~*~
Wednesday
8:47 pm
I hate be left waiting for people. I had dropped Bliss off a couple hours ago after we'd shared steaks and beers. At least, she had beer, I refuse to drink if I'm driving. There are some things you just don't do, regardless of how bad ass you are. After which I'd gotten a phone call from Tasha Jordan. It was cool because I was looking for someone to do my promo and she just happened to be the first to contact me....so miss Jordan congrats....the only issue is she's late in meeting me.
I hear the sound of heels on the pavement and I look up from my position leaning against the front of HQ when she runs up to me with a couple guys behind her.
"I'm so sorry...." she's out of breath. She's even cuter than I thought she'd be, at least from what I saw of her on TV and the glimpses backstage.
"Ah, you won't need those camera guys." I say with a smile.
She gives me a confused look. "What do you mean? Your not bailing on me just because I'm late are you....I'm sorry I had another interview that...." I cut her off.
"Listen babe, first off....no one keeps me waiting for 15 minutes and gets away with a cheap ass apology like that. I have a life and since interviewing with you is beneath me, this is all you get." I hand her a DVD. She looks at it oddly.
"If you did your own promo why did you agree to meet with me?"
I laugh. "Because I wanted to see that exactly look that's on your face right now sweet cheeks. that look of 'well I'm so heartbroken because I'd hope to interview the hidden gem and maybe go back to his hotel after.... sorry honey but your not in my league but feel free to get off to my image." I push myself away from the wall. Tasha is still looking rather shocked. I laugh and get a good look at her ass before walking toward the parking lot.
~*~
Later Tasha puts the DVD in her computer in her office at HQ and with a sigh presses play.
It starts up with a shaky image of Justin's face. He's not smiling, he seems to be instead, trying to steady the camera until finally it stops moving and he backs up a bit.
"So Like I said, I find that the interview requirement of being part of a wrestling federation is beyond boring and the only reason I let Jay Wyatt talk to me is because it's funny making fun of him at every opportunity....that and I'm far too good to talk to anybody...sorry Tasha. Your a hot piece of ass and all but well...like I said, I have things to do that require a lot more intelligence than answering your pathetic questions like what 'what my game plan is' and 'if I'm confident enough to win this title' I can answer that for you right now. My game plan is to decimate these underlings that call them selves real talent and I'm far from Confident sweetling, I'm damn sure that title will find a permanent home around my waist."
Justin offers a smirk and then continues.
"so I guess this is the part where I pick apart my...'ahem' competition. Please people. I had better competition trying to get my sister a Barbie doll on Christmas eve when I was 12. Those little old ladies throw a mean punch I tell you. All five of your are just a strain on MPW resources. Some of you can't even win matches. Now I now I'm not really one to talk about that but let's just look at the facts here....there are people in this match that have not won a single match but yet they end up in the ranks to fight me? the hidden gem. There's a reason that the good commentators of NYCCW christened me that...and maybe because Ummm, I have talent and the so called skills that I've seen you folks demonstrate would be better used as a server at the local sonic burger. by the way Jason, I hear they're hiring...better get your application in quick before they don't have a position left, I heard you really like to sling meat.... but I digress...."
He readjusts himself in an arm chair.
"So let me pick apart this list of rag tag guys and fully appreciate how much I'm going to enjoy crushing their dreams of TV title gold. I'm going to start with Taufik...you know since we have a history and all....a rather boring and uneventful one. I've taken you out rather easily in the past my friend and It's nothing new for me when I say I'll just do it again....and again...and again until you can't even raise your pathetic head from the mat. I mean come on you really expect me to be intimidated by you when you call your finisher 'surprise'...What the fuck is that? what are you going to throw me a party....you going to give me a present? Dude you really need to re-evaluate this whole thing you have going on cuz it doesn't do a damn thing for you....and your whole losing streak...yeah sucks to be you, especially considering that your going to have another loss after Monday. I think the only thing that's really working out for you is that mail order bride you have as a manager. It's great that you got yourself a bitch to fight your battles for you."
"And on the subject of Bitches, we are suddenly reminded of good old British gent Toby Foster. the man who has no balls and can be intimated by my baby sister with only a few cleaver words. Awww, how very sad. You know the best part about this....is that after your loss, is that little Spanish slut going to want to actually be associated with you? I mean you made such an awesome first impression. So you won a match here or there...doesn't mean that you are any where close to worthy of standing close to me. I'm starting to think the only reason Billy bob there hired you was because he wanted to appear like he was multi cultural or whatever....ur just the token English guy. So in the spirit of all token guys, you'll be the first to go."
"So 2 down, 3 to go. Fisherman...you know every time I heard something about you..or watch one of ur completely laughable promos, or even have the time to glance at your attempt to wrestle I'm simply reminded of how good it's going to feel to give you a cruise control. You keep going on about how I must not be important if I've only been booked twice...well let me just enlighten you a little. You may have had more matches then me but isn't it funny how I'm still in this match.....Ummm forgive me but doesn't that mean that I'm just a little more higher calibre then you. I mean I fight two matches and boom I'm in the title match and you barely made the cut....actually I think it was maybe just a pity entrance. I heard your manager pulled some strings....maybe she pulled Bill's string a little. Bravo...but oh your really the only great one here...give me a fucking break. Go home you wannabe."
"So who do we have next here....Freddie Styles." Justin leans into the camera. "Now I watched your last promo and I must say I'm a little concerned....Ummm just who were you talking to? Me...the other guys because you didn't name anyone and as much as I want to destroy everyone in this match I have to wonder...who were you calling a has been? The only has been I see is you my friend. and what was that you were saying...we're all just jealous...jealous of what? your ability to sound like a lunatic? jealous that for some reason your here, wasting my time with your snooze fest of a promo? and newsflash buddy....where did you get the idea that your a superstar....now correct me if I'm wrong but this is the TV title shot, not the World heavy weight shot...yeah even I'm not stupid enough to believe that I'll be the face of MPW just by winning the lowest title in the running. You know what there's this really nice place I saw when I was coming in from the airport...they'll take really good care of you there and make sure you take your meds on time."
Justin folds his hands and gives the camera a head shake.
"And last on the list is that little upstart Jason X. You know what, I don't give a fuck what your name is and seriously if you get offended over that it only means I did my job in making you angry. Point for me...thanks for the kudos. And I'm sorry are you trying to say that your better then me? That's laughable. let me do a Jason X impression here. 'I'm great because I used to be a TV champion at some unknown crap ass fed that no one gives a shit about' Yeah don't care. that means nothing here. so you beat some crappy person in bucksville nowhere and got a TV title. so holding a title somewhere else automatically means your going to win? Well that's really the most ignorant thing I've ever heard someone say. You've never faced me. I will be the next TV champion and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. oh and what's this if I knock you down your going to get right back up? that is gotta be the most stupidest thing I've ever heard...so not only are you ignorant your stupid too. 2 for 2.... You wanna start talking about intelligence buddy...tell me how many university degrees do you hold? let me take a wild guess here and say none. I have two...oh....didn't know. not surprised. You have no idea what I've done or what i could do and fine go ahead and get in taht ring with your big attitude and the ego the size of Nevada...won't mean anything when your the one watching me walk out with that belt."
Justin stands from the chair and walks toward the camera.
"Let me just leave you all with some food for thought. You can make jokes about my name, you can say I know nothing about this sport, you can even say that I have no experience or talent but you'd be wrong....underestimate me all you want boys it will just make my victory all the more sweeter....and the TV title will only be the beginning. You'll get to watch helplessly as I climb my way up the ladder. and you'll only have yourselves to blame for being so pathetically weak and stuck on bottom rung. Do you smell that....that's the smell of my victory."
the camera goes black and Tasha ejects it from her computer. she takes a big sigh before starting to load up her software to have it ready for TV.