Post by The Madness Menagerie on Sept 5, 2020 14:53:03 GMT -5
It had been a week.
Crazy psycho bitches taking advantage of his generous contract details aside, there was the mysterious phone calls, “Find the Ouroboros” pamphlets popping up everywhere, and deserving talent to push to greater heights to get done. C$J wasn’t in his happiest of places as he storms through the Carnage arena. He was hoping it was a rumor, hoping that his sources were wrong; which they never were. Kicking in the door of the fitness facility, C$J’s face glows hot with anger as he sees Jack Michaels calmly lifting weights, or whatever it is that supposed retired, old men would be doing in a gym he doesn’t even belong in any more.
C$J: You have some nerve old man.
Jack looks up at C$J but continues working, mostly ignoring the Carnage boss.
C$J: You show up in MY fed, interfere in MY main event, threaten to destroy MY champion… And look, I get it, the dude looks like a dick and acts like it tenfold. Back in the day, I’d be more than happy to kick that smug grin right off his face.
C$J trails off, his eyes glossing over in serene nostalgia before snapping back to reality.
C$J: Be that as it may, I don’t give two shits about who you are or what you did for the B+ backyard fed that was Carnage Wrestling before I came on board. As far as I’m concerned? That rematch clause doesn’t exist and shouldn’t be honored. There are proper channels to go through if you want one last “blaze of glory.” One last shot at the belt and another chance to prove that you are better at knocking people back down a few pegs that deserve it. If I KNEW that I could hack it against this new age? I’d be right back there with you and would savor the moment that I smack that smug look off your face.
But that isn’t now Jack and if you have any ounce of respect for this company, YOUR home… I couldn’t care any less of what you think of me but what you did at WAR? Your proclamations right now? They TROUNCE over everything that you once fought to uphold. They destroy any modicum of what I have in store for this company and force everyone to remember “The Blast” Jack Michaels. Ya know, I thought that I was an arrogant piece of shit with a God-complex but you? You take that shit to a whole new level. The only piece of good news here is that you retired as a main event talent, a money maker. You were put on the card and it was a guarantee that the event would sell out. You come back and you make your waves for “one more match” and “one more time as champ” so if I were to axe it like I know deep down I should? It would set me back even more than I already am in where I want this fed to go. Further into the future than even the likes of the great Jack Michaels can comprehend. This little pit stop on memory lane? The only thing that it will serve to do is make this company some revenue and allow me the ability to put a washed up champion back onto the marquee to draw out a larger crowd.
Jack turns his back on the Carnage owner as he dropped the weight and picked up a towel. C$J turns a beat red as he reaches out and grabs Jack by the arm.
C$J: Are you listening to… URK!
With lightning reflexes, Jack whips around and grabs C$J by the throat. With unbridled fury, Jack slams C$J into the wall and leans towards his ear. With a tone that is dark and menacing, Jack begins to whisper.
Jack Michaels: Let me make something abundantly clear to you. I don’t like you. I don’t like the way you run the company, I don’t like the way you talk to the talent and I don’t like that stupid god damn grin that crosses over your face. If you ever talk to me like that again… I will hunt you to the ends of the earth just to watch you bleed at my feet. I have just as much money, just as much power and just as many resources as you. If you press me again?
Jack lowers his voice to a growl.
Jack Michaels: I will FUCKING end you. Nod if you understand.
C$J nods quickly as Jack nods back.
Jack Michaels: Good. Now listen carefully. I’m NOT The Blast anymore. I’m NOT trying to change the company. I’m NOT trying to be your champion. All I am trying to do is honor one of the few people in my life that I love and care about. Nod if you understand.
C$J nods again as Jack lets go of a deep breath.
Jack Michaels: So this is what you’re going to do Mr. St. James. You are going to go back to your pretty little office and you are going to think of some sort of special match that will earn the ratings that Chaos 100 deserves. It’s going to be brutal. It’s going to be iconic and it’s going to give me the chance to beat that son of a bitch Ken Davison back into whatever slime pit he crawled out of without him having a chance to run away. That is your job. Nothing more and nothing less. Nod if you understand.
C$J nods for the final time as Jack smiles humorlessly and moves back from his ear. He removes his hand from his throat and casually brushes off his jacket and straightens his tie. C$J stays frozen as the smile fades from Jack’s lips and he looks down at the Carnage boss.
Jack Michaels: Thank you for understanding me. Have… A great day.
Jack puts the towel around his neck and walks past a visibly shaken C$J who leans against the wall and smiles that devilish smile that people have come to hate. Physical abuse came with the territory but it opens a whole new level of payback if enough of it occurs. C$J glances up at the spiderwebbed mirror and snorts. He knew exactly the payback that would meet Jack’s specifications, and at the end of the day? C$J couldn’t care any less if the champion and challenger killed each other. Standing up and straightening his suit, C$J walks briskly out of the gym and slams the first attendant he sees against a nearby wall.
C$J: There’s a mess in the fitness center. Jack Michaels punched a mirror. Go fix it.
C$J pushes off of the poor man and scoffs at him before heading back to his office. There were plans to make.
Crazy psycho bitches taking advantage of his generous contract details aside, there was the mysterious phone calls, “Find the Ouroboros” pamphlets popping up everywhere, and deserving talent to push to greater heights to get done. C$J wasn’t in his happiest of places as he storms through the Carnage arena. He was hoping it was a rumor, hoping that his sources were wrong; which they never were. Kicking in the door of the fitness facility, C$J’s face glows hot with anger as he sees Jack Michaels calmly lifting weights, or whatever it is that supposed retired, old men would be doing in a gym he doesn’t even belong in any more.
C$J: You have some nerve old man.
Jack looks up at C$J but continues working, mostly ignoring the Carnage boss.
C$J: You show up in MY fed, interfere in MY main event, threaten to destroy MY champion… And look, I get it, the dude looks like a dick and acts like it tenfold. Back in the day, I’d be more than happy to kick that smug grin right off his face.
C$J trails off, his eyes glossing over in serene nostalgia before snapping back to reality.
C$J: Be that as it may, I don’t give two shits about who you are or what you did for the B+ backyard fed that was Carnage Wrestling before I came on board. As far as I’m concerned? That rematch clause doesn’t exist and shouldn’t be honored. There are proper channels to go through if you want one last “blaze of glory.” One last shot at the belt and another chance to prove that you are better at knocking people back down a few pegs that deserve it. If I KNEW that I could hack it against this new age? I’d be right back there with you and would savor the moment that I smack that smug look off your face.
But that isn’t now Jack and if you have any ounce of respect for this company, YOUR home… I couldn’t care any less of what you think of me but what you did at WAR? Your proclamations right now? They TROUNCE over everything that you once fought to uphold. They destroy any modicum of what I have in store for this company and force everyone to remember “The Blast” Jack Michaels. Ya know, I thought that I was an arrogant piece of shit with a God-complex but you? You take that shit to a whole new level. The only piece of good news here is that you retired as a main event talent, a money maker. You were put on the card and it was a guarantee that the event would sell out. You come back and you make your waves for “one more match” and “one more time as champ” so if I were to axe it like I know deep down I should? It would set me back even more than I already am in where I want this fed to go. Further into the future than even the likes of the great Jack Michaels can comprehend. This little pit stop on memory lane? The only thing that it will serve to do is make this company some revenue and allow me the ability to put a washed up champion back onto the marquee to draw out a larger crowd.
Jack turns his back on the Carnage owner as he dropped the weight and picked up a towel. C$J turns a beat red as he reaches out and grabs Jack by the arm.
C$J: Are you listening to… URK!
With lightning reflexes, Jack whips around and grabs C$J by the throat. With unbridled fury, Jack slams C$J into the wall and leans towards his ear. With a tone that is dark and menacing, Jack begins to whisper.
Jack Michaels: Let me make something abundantly clear to you. I don’t like you. I don’t like the way you run the company, I don’t like the way you talk to the talent and I don’t like that stupid god damn grin that crosses over your face. If you ever talk to me like that again… I will hunt you to the ends of the earth just to watch you bleed at my feet. I have just as much money, just as much power and just as many resources as you. If you press me again?
Jack lowers his voice to a growl.
Jack Michaels: I will FUCKING end you. Nod if you understand.
C$J nods quickly as Jack nods back.
Jack Michaels: Good. Now listen carefully. I’m NOT The Blast anymore. I’m NOT trying to change the company. I’m NOT trying to be your champion. All I am trying to do is honor one of the few people in my life that I love and care about. Nod if you understand.
C$J nods again as Jack lets go of a deep breath.
Jack Michaels: So this is what you’re going to do Mr. St. James. You are going to go back to your pretty little office and you are going to think of some sort of special match that will earn the ratings that Chaos 100 deserves. It’s going to be brutal. It’s going to be iconic and it’s going to give me the chance to beat that son of a bitch Ken Davison back into whatever slime pit he crawled out of without him having a chance to run away. That is your job. Nothing more and nothing less. Nod if you understand.
C$J nods for the final time as Jack smiles humorlessly and moves back from his ear. He removes his hand from his throat and casually brushes off his jacket and straightens his tie. C$J stays frozen as the smile fades from Jack’s lips and he looks down at the Carnage boss.
Jack Michaels: Thank you for understanding me. Have… A great day.
Jack puts the towel around his neck and walks past a visibly shaken C$J who leans against the wall and smiles that devilish smile that people have come to hate. Physical abuse came with the territory but it opens a whole new level of payback if enough of it occurs. C$J glances up at the spiderwebbed mirror and snorts. He knew exactly the payback that would meet Jack’s specifications, and at the end of the day? C$J couldn’t care any less if the champion and challenger killed each other. Standing up and straightening his suit, C$J walks briskly out of the gym and slams the first attendant he sees against a nearby wall.
C$J: There’s a mess in the fitness center. Jack Michaels punched a mirror. Go fix it.
C$J pushes off of the poor man and scoffs at him before heading back to his office. There were plans to make.