Post by johnmwhite on Jan 24, 2010 11:11:06 GMT -5
--Back at the StarMaker arena, a long way from a cold concrete rooftop and an indifferent cage in Las Vegas, John Michael White sits in the Trinity locker-room, doubling as his office. He rests at his desk with his hand on his chin, cupping only one side as the rest of his jaw is heavily bruised from a Lil Money uppercut. His nurse leans over him, affixing a new bandage to the nasty cut on his forehead, but even the view does not raise a smile from him. Andrea moves gingerly herself, ribs bruised beneath her uniform. Overall, it was not a great week in Vegas.--
Andrea: On the bright side, you've got some clout in Massachusetts now, after they made that pact with to win the Kennedy seat.
John Michael White: Meh.
Andrea: Come on, it took an anti-miracle for that to happen.
John Michael White: Right now, all I want to think about is the damn Dynasty.
--The beautiful golden Ring Wars championship belt sits atop the desk. The Ring Wars World Champion drums his fingers on its surface, mulling over the events of the past week.--
Andrea: You should be flattered. These guys hit you with everything they had. Holiday might be the REW champion, but who cares about him? Everyone's gunning for you.
John Michael White: Maybe you're right, but somehow flattery doesn't get rid of this headache.
--The office door bursts open. JMW winces as it crashes against a locker, sending the rattle of metal shrieking into the air. The noise was like shrapnel for the ears, but fellow Trinity member Cameron Natural strides across the floor, slamming his hands on the desk. He leans toward the lawyer, chest heaving as he seethes with every breath.--
John Michael White: Please, Cameron, come in.
Cameron Natural: We've got to do something about that damn Dynasty! Who they hell do they think they are? And where was Kleinmann? Son of a bitch should have had our backs!
--John Michael White holds up a hand, trying to stem the flow of Natural's vitriol.--
John Michael White: Kleinmann is currently on leave, and I am unsure if he will ever be back. He left before the card was even announced, but I hoped Kyzer didn't know that, they didn't exactly talk. Unfortunately the guy had a plan of his own. As for what we do in response, right now we do nothing.
Natural: Great, we're a man down, but we can take these gu-- wait, what? Do nothing?!
John Michael White: Yes, do nothing. I hear through the grapevine they have already began to tangle with Blake Worship. We can take this time to regroup, heal up, try to forget the feeling of their boots on our chests as they made their name at our expense. Meanwhile, they and another old enemy of mine begin to destroy each other.
When we're fresh, I agree we can take them, individually at least. Together the group appears formidable. Still, as with all creatures, once you strike off the head the body will die.
Andrea: Except for Mike the headless chicken.
John Michael White: Yes... but I was referring to a rather larger and more complex organism than a chicken.
Natural: Take out Kyzer, take out Dynasty, right?
John Michael White: Moreso even than that...
Andrea: John, what're you thinking?
John Michael White: I have been in the ring with Jaxson Kyzer, I've felt his arms around me and I have looked into his eyes in combat. If I know one thing about the man, it's that he adores power. We cut off his power, he loses his influence, loses his group, probably loses his mind.
Natural: His power? You want to get him out of the commissioner spot?
--Smiling at his stablemate's understanding, JMW nods.--
John Michael White: We make his position untenable. Eventually, Scotty Raven will be forced to boot Kyzer from command or see his ship sink beneath the waves.
Natural: Well, if I know one way to kill a fed, it's to bring Posh in.
John Michael White: I think that's going a bit far.
Natural: Speaking of Raven, what about the boy? Little bastard attacked us!
John Michael White: Yes... I have an entirely different idea to deal with Jimmy Raven.
TBC by ?
