|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:58 pm
For any interactions with the boss when he's not out in the arena. Good place to come state plans for next cycle, ask for a match, be a corporate suck up, whatever floats your boat.
In the office, there's a large oak desk set up with a nice leather chair. On one wall is a large flat screen tv, perfect for watching what's happening in the ring. There are two smaller chairs in front of the desk. On the walls are pictures of Drako from various other promotions, some with his older brothers, all holding championships. Directly behind him, the Deific Championship belt rests on a shelf, the last title he'd won and had never lost. This could very well be a shot of some sort at the belt's creator, Nuke Fusion, who the entire Damone family despises. Either way, it's displayed prominently.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 4:33 pm
~Outside the Boss' Office~
The camera would pan in on Jack Arson arguing with some random DHW executive, he was clearly very angry about his loss to the Champion last week, and even more pissed that he was not booked tonight. He was in the execs face, so angry that his dark complexion had a very deep hint of red in it. The executive tried once again to explain to Arson that the boss was a little busy.
Random DHW Suit- "Mr. Arson, the boss said not to open the door for anyone..I can't let you in."
Arson- "Oh you can't open the door, huh..well let me take care of that for you then."
Arson would step up to the door and with tremendous force, he would raise his right foot and kick the door clean off the hinges. He would look over at the suit and smirk.
"Looks like I can go in now, huh?"
Arson would then walk into the door and would look into the eyes of Drako, who was no undoubtedly wondering not only why did Arson just kick his door down, but who was gonna pay for it. He would walk straight up to the desk and look into the eyes of the boos, with little concern for whether or not this man was busy or not, and would begin to speak.
"Drako, you have a major problem on your hands...and it is standing right in front of you because if you don't give me a rematch for the DHW Championship I swear that I am going to personally take out every contender you have, starting with Zarel and working my way up, because there is no way your waste of talent brother deserves that shot when I could wipe the ring with his no talent a**. Snypa got lucky beating me, and even he knows it. So what's it gonna be, because I have my sledgehammer in the car if I need to go out and get it..I have brought in triple the money I cost you by blowing up Threes bus, AND I sent that mentally challenged demon back to Hell where he belongs..that alone should get me another shot but I am not even on the damn card tonight. Is this how you treat your A-List Talent around here because I don't really feel the love coming from behind the desk...mainly because Cyrus isn't under it doing favors to get title shots."
It was clear that Jack was frustrated over his loss, but was coming in here demanding shots going to get him anywhere with Drako. The answer to this is probably not, and even Jack knows this but the fact remains that Jack knows he has what it takes to beat Snypa and he only needed one more shot to prove it. But was this the best way to get it, I mean Drakos door is on the floor, that is undoubtedly gonna piss the boss off a little, that is for sure.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:35 pm
Drako looks up from paperwork he'd been looking over. He had a couple of contracts to look over and was debating over some terms when Jack Arson burst into his office. He looks up and sighs.
"This ought to be ******** fun," he mutters.
He listens to Jack's diatribe and rolls his eyes at several points. Finally, Arson is done speaking.
"Oh cute, a gay joke. If I wasn't positive Chrono hates you, I'd swear you'd been hanging around him too long."
The boss sits his papers down and puts his arms on the desk, looking fearlessly at Arson.
"Here's the deal, guy. You got beat. Fair and square, one two three, in the middle of the ring. No outside interference, no screwjob ending. You lost. Now you're in here kicking my door in, which by the way, you're totally going to fix or have fixed because I like my ******** door. But allow me to address all of your overdramatic points. First, if you want to go after Zarel, good luck with that. You call him a waste of talent, yet somehow he has never been pinned or made to submit in DHW. You have been pinned. He never lost the title he had here, I stripped him of it when I closed the doors. You've never won one. If you want to take on one of the Damone family, you know as well as anyone that that's a lot easier said than done."
Drako slides a specific piece of paper across the desk.
"As for you taking out the Number Three, and the amount of money you bring in, you might want to take a gander at that. Your little moment with Three cost us a bit more than you think. There was more than the matter of Three's bus. There's the matter of your hospitalized brother. You know, Angel, the guy who got his a** handed to him in Three's twisted game to get at you? Yeah, those bills aren't exactly cheap you know. But you're not here to talk money are you?"
Drako sits back in his chair, examining Arson.
"No, you think you deserve a title shot. After losing cleanly to the champion. You know I've got a locker room full of guys that think they deserve a shot at Snypa Rifle but it's time to earn your keep Arson. You defeated the Number Three to get your last title shot. I have to admit, I didn't expect you to win and rid me of the demon but hell, better you than me. That brings us to tonight. Sadly, there's no one at the moment to book you against. Not since someone has it in his contract that he doesn't wrestle his first match til Bound by Honor, the British b*****d. Point is, Cyrus gets tonight's main event because he earned it. He defeated Shadow last week one on one to gain the right to face the student who may have surpassed the master. And at Bound By Honor, Zarel Damone will have the title shot against the champion one on one. There will be a decisive winner. So, what shall we do with you, Mr. Arson?"
Drako smirks.
"Here's your options. You can run and get your sledgehammer. You can try attacking everyone you think is a contender. You can probably get your teeth kicked down your throat and essentially be no closer to a title shot, or you can do things my way, the DHW way. You can earn your shot. Now, would you like to know how I will allow you to earn your next shot, or are you insistent on going with your primal instinct to destroy?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 8:12 pm
Arson would listen to what the boss had to say, and would laugh it off until his brother was brought up. Then the smile would disappear. Angel was a touchy subject in Jack's mind, seeing as he was still on life support following nearly being beat to death at the hands of The Number Three. Jack would lock eyes with Drako and begin to speak.
"You know, it was my 'primal instinct to destroy' that got me my shot to begin with Drako, you know that. But to act like you are paying for Angels medical bills is laughable we both know Angel can afford his own healthcare, so lets cut the s**t and get to what this really is. If I went and got my hammer, no one would be able to stop me, but thats not gonna get me any closer to where I want to be...which is the top of DHW looking down at everyone who is no where near as talented inside that ring as I am. But you want me to prove it further by earning another shot, I can jump through as many hoops as you put in front of me. In fact I have a request of my own for the PPV. I want a gauntlet match...against every man in DHW, so I can beat everyone you have under contract in one night. Hell, make it an open invitation and let anyone who wants a shot at me make their way out, one at a time. They wont mind being double booked because who doesn't want the chance to shut up the loudest mouthed son of a b***h to ever set foot in that ring. Not only that I also request you go against your need to make DHW a normal federation and make this Gauntlet a no disqualification, falls count anywhere match...turn me loose and let me show you that there is no one walking this Earth that can stop me...past present, or future. And when the smoke clears...there will be one man standing on the top of the pile of bodies, and that man will be Jack Arson."
Jack would then turn and take a look at the door, before turning back to the boss and smiling at his handiwork. He would thenhave a seat in the chair in front of the boss' desk, slamming his size 16EEE boots right on top of the boss' desk, causing papers to fly everywhere and the dirt on his boots to fall off on top of the contracts. He would look over the top of them with a smile before speaking out to the GM in an overly cocky tone of voice;
"You know, I think I'll let you handle that boss, you seem to be pretty good at cleaning up my messes, and if you book this match..I will show you I am well worth the money I cost to have on the payroll So are we gonna make this match or not, because I know even someone as dense as a Damone can see the money that can be made from putting Jack Arson vs DHW as the Main Event of your PPV."
And then Jack would remove his boots off of the boss' desk, he had made his point that he had no regard for the authority that Drako had in DHW or his own health apparently. Who in their right mind comes into a GM's office and demands that they be put in a Gauntlet match against an entire roster? especially someone as hated as Jack Arson. Drako would probably sign 5 guys who would be chomping at the bit to draw a late number into this gauntlet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 8:43 pm
Drako's patience is fairly low, and it's time to remind Jack Arson of a few things.
"Let me be real clear on something, Arson. I'm still an active competitor. I'm still a member of the Damone family. When you look up hardcore in the dictionary, you see my family's faces. And if it was not in every single wrestler I employ's contracts that I can't physically decimate you unless you physically attack me, I'd show you what it's like to get your a** kicked by a man half your size. Fortunately for you, that's a mandatory part of the contracts. Something my lawyers added in, the bastards."
Drako's eyes don't leave Arson's face.
"Now, I'm not like some of the other guys you may have worked for. I do things my way. Your request to have the entire roster kick your a** is denied. But your request for a gauntlet match is approved. I will throw at you whoever in the blue hell I feel like it and we'll see just how tough you really are Arson. Because I do know one thing. I've faced your brother before, back in XCW inside my brother's favorite structure, hell in a cell. I beat him, but I know he's going to bounce back. And while I don't technically have to foot his medical bill, I did owe him for his appearances and took the liberty of putting those towards that bill. I also put some of it towards legal fees dealing with your torching of the bus. Don't thing I did him wrong, I took some of yours too. Really gotta pay attention to that bank account, Arson."
Drako sits back in his chair.
"But, how shall we play this? Regular gauntlets are so damn boring. I'll grant the no disqualfication stipulation, but what do you say we throw a little spice into this. Say I give you thirty minutes to put on this match, roughly. And lets say, a new superstar enters the gauntlet every five minutes. Should you survive every single one of the people I throw at you, I will give you a shot at the champion at a time of your choosing after Bound By Honor.Should you lose, you get to drink a nice glass of shut the hell up and get to the back of the line. I can have the contract drawn up within the hour, saying all that in nice pretty terms made up by lawyers who barely know anything about wrestling but are damn good at keeping everything legal in the wording?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 10:45 pm
Arson would sit back and scratch his chin following the news that he would recieve some kind of gauntlet match at the ppv. He knew that he would have to deliver in this match considering that he was pretty much telling Drako that he thought he had what it took to take on his entire roster, single handed. He would nod his head before standing and would smile at the boss before saying;
"You know something boss? It's about God damn time someone realized what kind if talent they had when they signed me. But you better make it the main event because I can't guarentee you that your ring will still be standing when I am done. You Damone's are all talk, you know you have that stipulation so you can run your mouth and not have to worry about me cramming my fist down your throat. Send the contract to my locker room, I am gonna take it out to the ring and sign it in front of everyone out there who is finally gonna get the Jack Arson that they have been waiting for all this time. "
Jack would then turn and leave the office, he was heading out to his locker room to wait for the contract to get drawn up, and he needed to prepare himself for the biggest contract signing of his career, but first he needed to make a phone call.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 9:49 am
Drako watches Arson walk out and picks up his phone, dialing a number. The voice that answers can't be heard.
"So, how would you like to come to DHW for a night and shut someone up for me?"
the voice responds, unintelligble to those watching but clear to Drako, making the owner smile.
"Sounds great. See you Sunday."
The boss hangs up. He likes to believe he's not a bad boss, but a little insurance never hurts.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 10:55 am
There was a rapping at the door to Drako's office that sounded somewhere between an Ice T drop and just three knocks at the door depending on how inebriated you were at the time. Not waiting for a reply, Shadow walked in and took one of the smaller seats. As he waited for the boss to turn around in his chair, Shadow procured a pill box with the days of the week on it and popped in the four pills for Tuesday, placed them in his mouth, and swallowed them dry.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 12:37 pm
Drako of course looks up to see Shadow and smirks.
"Hey, if it isn't my favorite legend in the company. Been a rough couple weeks or months here. What can I do for you?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 1:01 am
He leaned over and placed his hands on the table. "So, he's not returning my calls, and I'm getting tired of jumping through hoops to get what I signed up for. Can you say something to him? Do I even have his current phone number?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 8:14 am
Since Shadow had left the door open, One member of The Chosen who was not present at ringside earlier, Angel was making his way down the hall and he just so happened to overhear Shadow in the GM's office, demanding someone who was a mystery to not a whole lot of people. So Angel saw no reason why he couldnt just slip right through into Drako's office, and with a smile on his face and no regard for the authority of the boss, would snark at Shadow.
"Hey bro....how's your face, I think I can still see the lump where my brother knocked you silly in his gauntlet match..thats gotta hurt coming into that match 4th, and still getting laid the ******** out by a One Man Wrecking Crew. But anyway thats not even why I am here, Drako...."
Angel would then turn to Drako and interupt Shadow.
"I have a proposition for you. i know just as as well as you that you like to look smart when it comes to running this place, right? So if I were you, theres a guy in the back...goes by the name Trent, the kid has a superkick that will knock the head off of even the Godfather of Hardcore. This kid is your next...Inner-Blaze Champion, and let me tell you just how he can show you why. He is ready for action tonight, so why dont you put him and Jack Arson against The Inversions, and make whoever scores the pinfall in the match for a chance to become Number One Contender for the Inner Blaze title. Sure seems like a good way to motivate the Inversions to try and stop what you and I both know cant be stopped The Chosen in less then a year are going to take every piece of gold this place has because Drako, if you are indeed a man of your word you wont be able to stop it from happening...because Trent will be just as dominating on this roster as Jack is and if he wins like Jack wins, it makes you look pretty damn smart to put them in the spotlight, don't you agree?"
Angel would then stop speaking for a moment, and would see if his quick talking could put Trent in a position to lay claim to Knight's Inner-Blaze Championship.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 10:18 am
Drako sighs.
"Few things, A) no way his superkick is better than mine. B) hold one second, I'm on Emo street now and I'll be back up Angel street in a minute."
The boss turns to Shadow.
"Emo, er, I mean, Shadow, the blue ******** are you referring to? In case you haven't noticed, this place is a sausage fest. No females in sight, therefore, there's a lot of 'he's' you could be referring to. So, which ******** are we referring to and perhaps I can provide you with the adequate information?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:00 am
Shadow's eyes lingered over to Angle when he was addressed. "Who are you again?"
And then he went back to Drako.
"Jarel. I'm pretty sure you know who that "********" is, right?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:10 am
Drako smiles this time.
"Oh yeah, I know who he is. This arena is on the outskirts of our hometown. As a matter of fact, the Dragon is in this very arena right now. I'm sure if you were to make your way to the ring and ask nicely, Jarel will speak with you."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:13 am
Shadow smiled. And those who knew him would know to be worried whenever he did.
"No s**t? Just my luck. I think I'll do just that. Oh, by the way, you might want to clean that family picture of yours. There's a big streak on there that needs to be wiped."
He got up and brushed shoulders with Angle and tossed a "See you later, ********," to him over his shoulder on the way out the door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
