Post by Blake Worship on Jan 10, 2010 18:57:05 GMT -5
KYZER!?!?!?!?
The tiger-like roar of a question can be heard emanating from the executive office of REW's owner and CEO, Scotty Raven.
He sits in his plush red velvet armchair, elbows leaning off its lion-head armrests, examining his cards as he plays a game of spider solitaire. Meanwhile, the man he himself named "Mr. REW", The Better Pick Blake Worship, stands fuming in front of his large rosewood desk.
Worship: Are you shittin' me, Scotty? I mean, I know Icy sucks worse as a commissioner than she does a ringer, but of all the people to bring back in, you get Kyzer!?
Scotty: [eyeing his cards] Blake, you seem upset.
Worship: Oh, well thanks Ms. Cleo! I had no idea! How'd you know? [snatches up a handful of cards] Did ya see it in the cards?!
Worship flings the cards past Scotty to the floor behind the desk. Scotty, still looking at the cards in his hand, slowly puts them together and sets them down on his desk.
Scotty: Well... I suppose I was done playing, anyway.
Worship: I want him out, Scotty!
Scotty: I'm afraid I can't do that.
Worship: The hell you can't! Fire the bastard!
Scotty: I'm sorry, Blake, but he's already signed with REW under new contract--
Worship: Then make a new one, I don't care! I just want him gone!
Scotty: Your "wants" and the best interests of my federation are not two things I can entertain simultaneously, Blake Worship...
At this Scotty finally looks up from the table, his eyes both calm and stern all at once as they gaze into those of Blake Worship. Blake only glares back, frustrated in knowing this conversation has reached its apex.
Scotty: Now look, you didn't leave me much choice. I offered you the job to come back again as both commissioner and wrestler, and you turned me down.
Worship: Maybe because last time I stepped up to be commissioner, I took this fed in new directions, earned the respect of my ringers, my peers, brought in all sorts of new talent, and didn't get not one bit of thanks for it! Kyzer comes in, snakes his way into my job, throws a Posh-esque gauntlet at everyone and suddenly he's the best fuckin' thing sliced muthafuckin' bread!
Scotty: The ringers or the fans might not remember all that, but the people behind REW such as Seth and myself, we do. Your time as commissioner was a prosperous one for this fed, and was pivotal step in helping us become as big as we are in such a short period of time. So you didn't win Commissioner of the Year, big whoop. Your own peers have all agreed that YOU are the best ringer in this fed, two years in a row. I mean c'mon Blake, which would you really rather have? Besides, you can't win'em all, you know...
Worship: [pauses] Maybe not... but even still, you're only furthering my point! Even my fellow men know who the best is, they know who the fans love more than anything, whether hee's good or bad, and that's ME! Mr. REW, as you so eloquently called me yourself, Scotty! This place is only a mere shell of its true self when I'm not around, and you know it Scotty. Would you risk the happiness of the one man who alone sells more tickets than Wal-Mart sells TVs on Black Friday? Would you?!
Scotty: If it's a choice between someone who can beat the whole roster, and someone capable of making the whole roster twice as good, I'm going with the roster. Let's look to the future, Blake. Accept that a future with REW will likely mean a future with Jaxson Kyzer. I suggest you two settle your differences if you're going to coexist as commissioner and top ringer.
Worship pushes up from leaning on Scotty's desk and stares at him for a moment, then turns and leaves the room.
Worship: Why don't you just ask to me to lay down and die... [closes the door behind him]
A Little Later...
So... what are you gonna do...?
Worship sits in his commissioner's office, lounging in his executive chair as he stares out the window, watching the smoke drift through it coming from the joint he is twiddling idly in his fingers. He lifts it to his mouth and takes a hit, blowing out slowly as he thinks out loud.
Worship: I don't know yet.
Wayne Coleman, aka "Li'l" Wayne, sits in an armchair on the other side of the desk, kicking his little midget feet as he throws a stray dred out of his face and attempts to relight his own extinguished blunt.
Wayne: What do you mean you don't know? I've never known you to NOT know what you're gonna do next, you're too tactical for that. C'mon Blake, think harder...
Worship frowns, looking down at the blunt in his hand. The burning buds within are what he employs when he wants to be calm, sometimes to think things over in a different way, see them in a new light, even if they make that new light a little hazy.
Only now, Blake can't help but feel like he wants his mind totally and utterly clear. Worship takes another hit from the blunt before flicking it out the window, much to the dismay of Wayne. Blake doesn't care, however, he needs to think.
And think he does, long and hard...
For all of about ten seconds.
Worship: [claps] Well! Guess I'm gonna get my ass whooped!
Wayne nearly drops his lighter, coughing smoke out hard at the sound of Blake's words.
Wayne: *cough*WHAT!?*cough* You mean *cough*... [deep breath] You mean you're still gonna fight JMW?
Worship: Yup!
Wayne: Dawg, you can't be serious. John M. White put it in, well at least in his version of plain English, that you're pretty much gonna get jumped by Trinity next week. Kyzer made that match knowing this! And you're gonna go anyway...?
Worship: Yup!
Wayne: Blake, are you dense? It's your first REAL match since stepping back in REW. I mean, you're still in the best shape of any man I know, but you're not Superman. Knowing Kyzer he'll probably even come down too and get a few kicks in! You're rushing head-first into what is essentially a 4-on-1, and this doesn't concern you at all?
Worship: [swivels around to face Wayne] Nope!
Wayne: Might I ask why?
Worship: Because I asked for it! It comes with the territory, after all. Everybody wants to beat the best, even if its unfairly. It's the price I'm forced to pay for jumping in the fray so early, for being the center of attention as always. And I do love being the center of attention!
Wayne: Yeah, they make you the center of attention in hospital rooms, too...
Worship: [narrows eyes] Are you still mad about that nurse who gave me her number early last summer?
Wayne: Damnit Blake, you knew I wanted her number but you didn't put in a good word for me, not one! She was too old for you anyway! And then what'd you do with the number...? YOU THREW IT AWAY!
Worship: Jeez, what a big baby...
Wayne: Don't call me a big baby, I'm a sensitive midget!
Worship: Whatever...
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