Post by Steven Kleinman on Oct 31, 2009 20:51:59 GMT -5
The REW camera sneak their way backstage where they catch the man known as the Final Storm making his way through the building. Steven Kleinman walks with a purpose and with a smile, as he came out of last week's event a winner in 2 ways. Not only did he so intimidate his mystery opponent that he didn't even dare to show up, but he also cost his adversary from the week prior the win by interfering in the match.
But now Kleinman has business on his mind.
He stops by a door with a large gold name tag on the front.
It reads.
[ John M. White. Attorney at Law. ]
Kleinman nods and knocks on the door. A minute later a man walks out, but it is not the bald headed lawyer. No, it is someone else, a small man who looks up at Kleinman with indifference.
Man : Yes, and who might you be?
Steven Kleinman shakes his head.
Steven Kleinman : I'd advise you to get out of my way. Name's Kleinman, Steven Kleinman and I want to discuss a ...business...proposition with your employer.
Man : Well, if you wish to speak to Mr. White, you must make an appointment. He is very busy and is not going to waste his time on just anybody...
Kleinman pushes the smaller man aside and steps into the frame of the door. The smaller man rushes to push him out but Kleinman grabs him by the neck and throws him out of the door and into the hallway so viciously that the smaller man flies headfirst into a wall and falls to the floor. Kleinman shuts the door behind him and enters the prestigious lockeroom that looks more like a castle than a wrestling lockeroom.
Suddenly the lights dim and a voice calls out to him.
Voice : Now who is it that wants to see me so badly...
Kleinman steps up as a dim light lights up a man sitting on a chair behind a desk in front of him. The man turns around and his bald head is reflected in the eyes of Steven Kleinman. The well dressed lawyer continues in his calm tone, seemingly unphased by Kleinman's rough entry.
Steven Kleinman : Mr. White, I am honored to be in your presence. But I have noticed that your security is...lacking. As you can see, I had little trouble making it into your lockerrom unexpected. Now I come with good motive...but others...they may have different kinds of visits on their mind...
As he speaks, Kleinman picks up an expensive vase off the shelf in John M White's office, throwing it from one hand to the next, looking into it's brightly gold painted handle. John M White pulls closer into the light, looking at Kleinman suspiciously.
John M White : And...what do you suggest?
Kleinman smiles and sets the vase back on the shelf.
Steven Kleinman : What I suggest is a little deal...a partnership. What I offer is my protection and I believe we can both benefit from you having me at your disposal. Now, you are a smart man and you know the value of having an ace in your deck and I believe, Mr. White, that I could be that ace. Depending on what you want, we can achieve great things. You as world champion, perhaps us as tag team champions...the possibilities are endless, Mr. White if two men of our caliber choose to work together...
The bald headed lawyer pulls back into the darkness to contemplate the offer. Now, John M White is no stranger to combat, but even the best fighter can benefit from a bodyguard or maybe even a tag team partner.
What will John M White answer?
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