Post by Hannah Reed on Apr 20, 2013 17:38:29 GMT -6
What’s red, white and green, sprinkled in gold and doesn’t give a crap what Rob Diamond thinks of him?
Ok, perhaps it isn’t the best riddle in the world, but it’s succinct and to the point.
You know, I’d say it is nice to see you again Diamond, but then I’d be a liar and unlike you I take pride in my ability to deal with facts instead of wallowing in an infantile fiction. Frankly, when you tucked your tail between your legs and crawled away like a prissy little bitch I rejoiced a little inside, revelling in the glee of not having to listen to your overly-dramatic nonsense on a weekly basis.
Sadly, all dreams come to an end.
So now you’re back, running your mouth and acting like a 12 year old who just learnt his first swear word after being trapped in a sheltered childhood by overbearing parents all the while leeching away, only now you’ve got yourself an extra facet to your lavishly over the top gimmick. Now you’re a moral crusader for the memory of New Championship Wrestling.
A hero, right?
Wrong.
You left NCW for selfish reasons, well lightening appears to have struck twice because you’re back for the exact same reasons.
You are just another leech coming back to suckle on the ever-fertile teat of NCW, but then you already knew I’d say that, because you appear to have developed psychic qualities in your absence too. Only, it is the truth, you’re no different to Steve Awesome or the rest of the “returning legends” who sniffed out a last paycheck, you don’t see something you built, you see a mound of gold you hoarded and an opportunity to satisfy a personal vice.
Only you’re happy to settle for only half of it because the real commodity you’re interested in is the blind worship of a legion of morons who don’t know any better than to chant you name and clap like seals every time you honour them with your presence. You exploit them to get what you want because they simply don’t know any better.
Aren’t you an angel.
Contrary to your twisted revisionist history, NCW isn’t being closed because of financial difficulties brought about by my inability to “draw them dollars”, in fact the company is perfectly healthy financially. The only reason this company is closing its doors is because the CEO is pregnant and wishes to close this chapter of her life. Am I accountable for Kelly Fox’s husband ejaculating inside her now or do I finally get off the hook for something for once? I didn’t realise my position as World Champion meant I was responsible for the Coitus Interruptus of my employers.
You’re hiding behind a convenient smokescreen to hide you true intentions so you can reflect your own malignance back at me.
If NCW was collapsing financially, why on earth would they piss more money down to drain re-hiring you for the last two months of existence? I know you’re capable of incredible stupidity, but do you really think paying Steve Awesome, Phillip Burns, Spike Kane and the rest of the artefacts millions of dollars is a plausible business plan for a company trying to reduce its overheads before winding up and cutting its losses because of “plummeting” pay-per-view buys? Do you realise that businesses that are imploding don’t continue trading whilst increasing their budget unless they’re run by monkeys?
Remind me never to consult you for financial advice; I’d be bankrupt inside a week.
You’re no different to anybody else, you’re not exceptional, you live in a world of fantasies and peddle half-truths whilst spreading perverse propaganda about me to paint yourself as some sort of avenging hero.
Yet you’re nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
You can mock my title reign all you want, Robert, at least when I stroke my own ego I only deal with reality. I’ve held this belt longer than anybody else and I haven’t lost a match by pinfall or submission since mid-September, against multiple opponents whose names aren’t Michael or William. Unlike you, I put the same effort into every match, regardless of whether my belt is on the line, and I value those victories as smaller elements of the greater portrait of my success.
You want me to beat legends like Falcon, Adam Knite, Spike Kane and Xander Famularo? The same Xander Famularo whose year-long streak I ended? The same Spike Kane and Falcon I’ve pinned clean to the mat, the latter twice? The same Adam Knite who I defeated in the Road to the Gold tournament after surpassing Lex Sense in the semi-final before becoming World Champion? How about Ricky Johnson the only Grand Slammer in history?
Yeah, I’ve only ever beaten nobodies….
Wait why am I justifying my title reign to somebody who needed a girl to win a world title and lost his belt to a man who turned so green with envy he stole his belt and slept with it?
Where were you and the rest of the legends for me to defeat? Were you lining up ready to test the loud mouth Italian jackass everybody hates because he has an ego like it is an anomaly in professional wrestling? Were you begging the company for a chance to come back and make me prove to you that I was worth to sit at the same table as you?
No.
You were wallowing in your own sense of self-importance because you got your panties in a twist when the hand that fed your stopped giving you seconds on demand. I wasn’t beating the legends of this federation on a monthly basis because the legends of this federation slithered away because their ego’s got bruised and now they’ve seen an opportunity to be the centre of attention again you’ve all crawled back, exploiting the company you “care so much about” yet betrayed the moment it didn’t suit your needs.
Only you’ve realised there’s somebody else in your spotlight, somebody who has achieved more than you ever dreamt of and it’s killing you that you’re not viewed in the same manner you view yourself anymore.
Nobody gives a **** about Rob Diamond in 2013.
I’ve proven to the world time and time again that not only do I deserve to be classed as one of the best wrestlers in the history of this company but I am more than capable of putting jumped up little legends like you under my boot.
And I’ll prove it again this week, and the next, and the next…
Until the only everlasting memory in the minds of the NCW fanbase is the month where I went through all the men who walk around here acting like they are my superiors and wiped away the mythology, leaving the broken remnants of men who couldn’t cope with the fact that the universe doesn’t revolve around them anymore.
So come and hurt me Rob and make sure you do a damn good job of it.
Because I am going to break you.
Moving on, because contrary to popular belief not everything is about Rob Diamond…
I see congratulations are in order, Alex.
Well done on becoming the final NCW Gladiator, I am a man of my word and I have no intention of standing in your way simply because I utilised your services this year. You’ve earned your shot at the NCW World Championship and at A Night to Remember you and I are going to close the final chapter on a company we have both built.
Well, in our own way.
Listen Alex, I could lay into you about choking on the big stage and always being incapable of capturing the big prize but quite honestly, I’ll leave the juvenile verbal jousting for men like Rob and Steve. The simple fact is that you could be one of the greatest world champions of all time with a track record unrivalled by most of the roster and it’d make no difference to me.
I will not be losing this world title.
I know the tinge of destiny must be gnawing at your psyche, that final chance to right all of the wrongs perpetrated against you and you will go into this match preparing for nothing but a victory, just like I am, but there is something patently different about you and I.
I have the opportunity to be the only ever undefeated NCW World Champion.
The consistent length of my reign, as impressive as it may be, pales in comparison to being the only man capable of never losing the biggest prize in the business, despite the best attempts of others to prevent that.
You’ve walked into the mouth of hell inside the Coliseum and credit where it’s due, you do not fluke a victory inside that sort of environment. Sure, the margins between victory and defeat may be fine but ultimately anybody who comes out of that with his hand held high deserves his moment in the spotlight on the grandest stage of all.
Just like I deserve it.
That is why I am giving you your moment to bask in your glory this week, Alex. It isn’t any coincidence that you find yourself in the main event this week with your wife and I am kicking Rob’s teeth down this throat before you, this is my last gift to you in recognition for your assistance before I stick strictly to business.
And, I must admit, messing with Zelda and Simon was just way too irresistible.
From now on, you and I are no longer associated with one another. We’re both professionals and we know how this business works, I won’t hesitate from throwing punches and doing anything that I deem necessary to help prepare myself for our encounter in a month’s time and quite frankly I am not naïve enough to believe that you feel as though you owe me any form of loyalty after of brief union.
I am out for myself from here on out, to capture my everlasting moment in the memory of those who will always hold this company in their heart.
I may doubt the motives of men like Rob, Steve and some of the other has beens who’ve returned to feed whatever urge has eaten away at them in their time away, but I wouldn’t ever doubt yours Alex, whatever else I may think of you. You have one goal, and on goal only, to become the NCW World Champion and legitimise yourself before the opportunity passes you by…permanently.
We’ve fought before, for belts and just for the hell of it and I will never underestimate you.
The final countdown to the biggest night in the history of this company has begun and I plan to end my tenure here in the same way I have typified it since day one. Relentless success. I have worked hard to succeed here, against the prejudice of the old guard who simply refuse to accept another member in their restrictive cartel but I plan to leave a lasting imprint in the minds of the only people who matter.
The fans.
I may play the villain to suit the agenda of the pantomime we partake in on a weekly basis, but at my core I do respect the true fans of this company, those who have been there since day one. You see guys like Rob like to take credit for building this company into what it is today, whilst absolving themselves of any blame in any of its negatives but the fact is that it isn’t them who built this company, it is the people who have followed this product since day one and have always remained faithful to it when the wrestlers have come and gone and maybe even come back again they’ve still been here, supporting this federation through its highs and its lows.
At A Night to Remember, villain or hero, I plan to do whatever it takes to be remembered by them as the single greatest wrestler in this history of this company.
I can’t do that by laying on my back and terminating my reign as the NCW World Champion after 203 days on top. In this business you’re only as good as your last match and when everyone looks back at this company they will start by looking at the last night of its whole existence, a night which will define each and every one of us.
I can’t allow my defining image to be that of failure.
Enjoy the ride, Alex. Only one of us is going to end with a picture perfect memory.
Ok, perhaps it isn’t the best riddle in the world, but it’s succinct and to the point.
You know, I’d say it is nice to see you again Diamond, but then I’d be a liar and unlike you I take pride in my ability to deal with facts instead of wallowing in an infantile fiction. Frankly, when you tucked your tail between your legs and crawled away like a prissy little bitch I rejoiced a little inside, revelling in the glee of not having to listen to your overly-dramatic nonsense on a weekly basis.
Sadly, all dreams come to an end.
So now you’re back, running your mouth and acting like a 12 year old who just learnt his first swear word after being trapped in a sheltered childhood by overbearing parents all the while leeching away, only now you’ve got yourself an extra facet to your lavishly over the top gimmick. Now you’re a moral crusader for the memory of New Championship Wrestling.
A hero, right?
Wrong.
You left NCW for selfish reasons, well lightening appears to have struck twice because you’re back for the exact same reasons.
You are just another leech coming back to suckle on the ever-fertile teat of NCW, but then you already knew I’d say that, because you appear to have developed psychic qualities in your absence too. Only, it is the truth, you’re no different to Steve Awesome or the rest of the “returning legends” who sniffed out a last paycheck, you don’t see something you built, you see a mound of gold you hoarded and an opportunity to satisfy a personal vice.
Only you’re happy to settle for only half of it because the real commodity you’re interested in is the blind worship of a legion of morons who don’t know any better than to chant you name and clap like seals every time you honour them with your presence. You exploit them to get what you want because they simply don’t know any better.
Aren’t you an angel.
Contrary to your twisted revisionist history, NCW isn’t being closed because of financial difficulties brought about by my inability to “draw them dollars”, in fact the company is perfectly healthy financially. The only reason this company is closing its doors is because the CEO is pregnant and wishes to close this chapter of her life. Am I accountable for Kelly Fox’s husband ejaculating inside her now or do I finally get off the hook for something for once? I didn’t realise my position as World Champion meant I was responsible for the Coitus Interruptus of my employers.
You’re hiding behind a convenient smokescreen to hide you true intentions so you can reflect your own malignance back at me.
If NCW was collapsing financially, why on earth would they piss more money down to drain re-hiring you for the last two months of existence? I know you’re capable of incredible stupidity, but do you really think paying Steve Awesome, Phillip Burns, Spike Kane and the rest of the artefacts millions of dollars is a plausible business plan for a company trying to reduce its overheads before winding up and cutting its losses because of “plummeting” pay-per-view buys? Do you realise that businesses that are imploding don’t continue trading whilst increasing their budget unless they’re run by monkeys?
Remind me never to consult you for financial advice; I’d be bankrupt inside a week.
You’re no different to anybody else, you’re not exceptional, you live in a world of fantasies and peddle half-truths whilst spreading perverse propaganda about me to paint yourself as some sort of avenging hero.
Yet you’re nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
You can mock my title reign all you want, Robert, at least when I stroke my own ego I only deal with reality. I’ve held this belt longer than anybody else and I haven’t lost a match by pinfall or submission since mid-September, against multiple opponents whose names aren’t Michael or William. Unlike you, I put the same effort into every match, regardless of whether my belt is on the line, and I value those victories as smaller elements of the greater portrait of my success.
You want me to beat legends like Falcon, Adam Knite, Spike Kane and Xander Famularo? The same Xander Famularo whose year-long streak I ended? The same Spike Kane and Falcon I’ve pinned clean to the mat, the latter twice? The same Adam Knite who I defeated in the Road to the Gold tournament after surpassing Lex Sense in the semi-final before becoming World Champion? How about Ricky Johnson the only Grand Slammer in history?
Yeah, I’ve only ever beaten nobodies….
Wait why am I justifying my title reign to somebody who needed a girl to win a world title and lost his belt to a man who turned so green with envy he stole his belt and slept with it?
Where were you and the rest of the legends for me to defeat? Were you lining up ready to test the loud mouth Italian jackass everybody hates because he has an ego like it is an anomaly in professional wrestling? Were you begging the company for a chance to come back and make me prove to you that I was worth to sit at the same table as you?
No.
You were wallowing in your own sense of self-importance because you got your panties in a twist when the hand that fed your stopped giving you seconds on demand. I wasn’t beating the legends of this federation on a monthly basis because the legends of this federation slithered away because their ego’s got bruised and now they’ve seen an opportunity to be the centre of attention again you’ve all crawled back, exploiting the company you “care so much about” yet betrayed the moment it didn’t suit your needs.
Only you’ve realised there’s somebody else in your spotlight, somebody who has achieved more than you ever dreamt of and it’s killing you that you’re not viewed in the same manner you view yourself anymore.
Nobody gives a **** about Rob Diamond in 2013.
I’ve proven to the world time and time again that not only do I deserve to be classed as one of the best wrestlers in the history of this company but I am more than capable of putting jumped up little legends like you under my boot.
And I’ll prove it again this week, and the next, and the next…
Until the only everlasting memory in the minds of the NCW fanbase is the month where I went through all the men who walk around here acting like they are my superiors and wiped away the mythology, leaving the broken remnants of men who couldn’t cope with the fact that the universe doesn’t revolve around them anymore.
So come and hurt me Rob and make sure you do a damn good job of it.
Because I am going to break you.
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What was the deal?
To secure investment into New Championship Wrestling in exchange for a minority shareholding to secure my position in the corporate structure.
And in return?
I’d get his son a job and provide favourable sponsorship deals for his companies.
That’s it?
I’m an exceedingly wealthy man, Hannah. I had enough funds to partially purchase the shares myself, but I required a partner to put together a package attractive enough to Kelly and her shareholders. Prior to her pregnancy she was dead set on creating a legacy that surpassed her fathers and sharing that legacy was not something she’d have agreed to unless it was an offer she simply couldn’t refuse.
Then she fell pregnant and gave you her shares for free…
Exactly. Which would be fine if New Championship Wrestling wasn’t being placed up for sale by the remaining shareholders, I’d have a controlling stake. Yet, they’re loyal to the Fox family and they are happy to proceed with their wishes to close the company down.
Who is this man?
Simon de Montfort. He’s a British Billionaire who had connections to my parents…before…
But surely he has no leverage over you since NCW’s assets are being placed up for sale.
That’s’ what I thought…until…
Until?
I was browsing through some of your papers when I came to see you a few weeks ago, normally it’d be nothing to concern me, but I spotted that you were working on the sale of shares to one of de Montfort’s companies.
He is buying other shares…
Yes, that means I’ve lost control. Before he was acting through me, now he is purchasing other shares, if he purchases all of them he holds the majority stake of NCW.
But Kelly is closing the company down, she cancelled the television contracts and sponsorship deals, why does he want the shares now, all he’d get is rights to the history of the company, any property owned by NCW, belts and other paraphernalia.
Roberto suddenly closes his eyes with trepidation.
Roberto?
….we…well…. had a contingency plan.
I don’t think I’ll like this…
If Kelly refused to sell her shares to me, we intended to purchase the controlling shares from her shareholders and take over New Championship Wrestling and force her to submit before splitting the company equally between us.
…….
Only now, I have a minority stake in a company that could be purchased entirely by a man who has recalled the dogs he loaned me and no longer bend to my command and despite having every confidence that NCW will continue in some capacity, perhaps with new drapes, I’ve lost the control I sought to secure to a man who I never trusted beyond his bank balance and theoretically he can continue without me and I’ll be back at square one.
But surely he wouldn’t do that?
Hannah…
Would he?
You don’t know him, he didn’t become rich by playing fairly. When he needed me I had every confidence I could use my guile to manipulate him where necessary and use his hound dogs for my own devices, but now he can purchase everything he needs before I can do anything about it and I’ll be left with the NCW Headquarters and some left over stock.
Then you need to act…
How so?
Kelly gave you a head start with her shares and you’ve not had to hand over any of the money you planned to use. Perhaps it is time you played the same game and made sure that you’re not left with completely worthless shares and are still a relevant party in whatever is going on.
A smile runs across Roberto’s lips as he suddenly leans forward, grabbing Hannah’s head with both his hands before kissing her passionately. He quickly withdraws leaving Hannah a little taken aback.
I knew there was a reason I loved you!
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What was the deal?
To secure investment into New Championship Wrestling in exchange for a minority shareholding to secure my position in the corporate structure.
And in return?
I’d get his son a job and provide favourable sponsorship deals for his companies.
That’s it?
I’m an exceedingly wealthy man, Hannah. I had enough funds to partially purchase the shares myself, but I required a partner to put together a package attractive enough to Kelly and her shareholders. Prior to her pregnancy she was dead set on creating a legacy that surpassed her fathers and sharing that legacy was not something she’d have agreed to unless it was an offer she simply couldn’t refuse.
Then she fell pregnant and gave you her shares for free…
Exactly. Which would be fine if New Championship Wrestling wasn’t being placed up for sale by the remaining shareholders, I’d have a controlling stake. Yet, they’re loyal to the Fox family and they are happy to proceed with their wishes to close the company down.
Who is this man?
Simon de Montfort. He’s a British Billionaire who had connections to my parents…before…
But surely he has no leverage over you since NCW’s assets are being placed up for sale.
That’s’ what I thought…until…
Until?
I was browsing through some of your papers when I came to see you a few weeks ago, normally it’d be nothing to concern me, but I spotted that you were working on the sale of shares to one of de Montfort’s companies.
He is buying other shares…
Yes, that means I’ve lost control. Before he was acting through me, now he is purchasing other shares, if he purchases all of them he holds the majority stake of NCW.
But Kelly is closing the company down, she cancelled the television contracts and sponsorship deals, why does he want the shares now, all he’d get is rights to the history of the company, any property owned by NCW, belts and other paraphernalia.
Roberto suddenly closes his eyes with trepidation.
Roberto?
….we…well…. had a contingency plan.
I don’t think I’ll like this…
If Kelly refused to sell her shares to me, we intended to purchase the controlling shares from her shareholders and take over New Championship Wrestling and force her to submit before splitting the company equally between us.
…….
Only now, I have a minority stake in a company that could be purchased entirely by a man who has recalled the dogs he loaned me and no longer bend to my command and despite having every confidence that NCW will continue in some capacity, perhaps with new drapes, I’ve lost the control I sought to secure to a man who I never trusted beyond his bank balance and theoretically he can continue without me and I’ll be back at square one.
But surely he wouldn’t do that?
Hannah…
Would he?
You don’t know him, he didn’t become rich by playing fairly. When he needed me I had every confidence I could use my guile to manipulate him where necessary and use his hound dogs for my own devices, but now he can purchase everything he needs before I can do anything about it and I’ll be left with the NCW Headquarters and some left over stock.
Then you need to act…
How so?
Kelly gave you a head start with her shares and you’ve not had to hand over any of the money you planned to use. Perhaps it is time you played the same game and made sure that you’re not left with completely worthless shares and are still a relevant party in whatever is going on.
A smile runs across Roberto’s lips as he suddenly leans forward, grabbing Hannah’s head with both his hands before kissing her passionately. He quickly withdraws leaving Hannah a little taken aback.
I knew there was a reason I loved you!
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Moving on, because contrary to popular belief not everything is about Rob Diamond…
I see congratulations are in order, Alex.
Well done on becoming the final NCW Gladiator, I am a man of my word and I have no intention of standing in your way simply because I utilised your services this year. You’ve earned your shot at the NCW World Championship and at A Night to Remember you and I are going to close the final chapter on a company we have both built.
Well, in our own way.
Listen Alex, I could lay into you about choking on the big stage and always being incapable of capturing the big prize but quite honestly, I’ll leave the juvenile verbal jousting for men like Rob and Steve. The simple fact is that you could be one of the greatest world champions of all time with a track record unrivalled by most of the roster and it’d make no difference to me.
I will not be losing this world title.
I know the tinge of destiny must be gnawing at your psyche, that final chance to right all of the wrongs perpetrated against you and you will go into this match preparing for nothing but a victory, just like I am, but there is something patently different about you and I.
I have the opportunity to be the only ever undefeated NCW World Champion.
The consistent length of my reign, as impressive as it may be, pales in comparison to being the only man capable of never losing the biggest prize in the business, despite the best attempts of others to prevent that.
You’ve walked into the mouth of hell inside the Coliseum and credit where it’s due, you do not fluke a victory inside that sort of environment. Sure, the margins between victory and defeat may be fine but ultimately anybody who comes out of that with his hand held high deserves his moment in the spotlight on the grandest stage of all.
Just like I deserve it.
That is why I am giving you your moment to bask in your glory this week, Alex. It isn’t any coincidence that you find yourself in the main event this week with your wife and I am kicking Rob’s teeth down this throat before you, this is my last gift to you in recognition for your assistance before I stick strictly to business.
And, I must admit, messing with Zelda and Simon was just way too irresistible.
From now on, you and I are no longer associated with one another. We’re both professionals and we know how this business works, I won’t hesitate from throwing punches and doing anything that I deem necessary to help prepare myself for our encounter in a month’s time and quite frankly I am not naïve enough to believe that you feel as though you owe me any form of loyalty after of brief union.
I am out for myself from here on out, to capture my everlasting moment in the memory of those who will always hold this company in their heart.
I may doubt the motives of men like Rob, Steve and some of the other has beens who’ve returned to feed whatever urge has eaten away at them in their time away, but I wouldn’t ever doubt yours Alex, whatever else I may think of you. You have one goal, and on goal only, to become the NCW World Champion and legitimise yourself before the opportunity passes you by…permanently.
We’ve fought before, for belts and just for the hell of it and I will never underestimate you.
The final countdown to the biggest night in the history of this company has begun and I plan to end my tenure here in the same way I have typified it since day one. Relentless success. I have worked hard to succeed here, against the prejudice of the old guard who simply refuse to accept another member in their restrictive cartel but I plan to leave a lasting imprint in the minds of the only people who matter.
The fans.
I may play the villain to suit the agenda of the pantomime we partake in on a weekly basis, but at my core I do respect the true fans of this company, those who have been there since day one. You see guys like Rob like to take credit for building this company into what it is today, whilst absolving themselves of any blame in any of its negatives but the fact is that it isn’t them who built this company, it is the people who have followed this product since day one and have always remained faithful to it when the wrestlers have come and gone and maybe even come back again they’ve still been here, supporting this federation through its highs and its lows.
At A Night to Remember, villain or hero, I plan to do whatever it takes to be remembered by them as the single greatest wrestler in this history of this company.
I can’t do that by laying on my back and terminating my reign as the NCW World Champion after 203 days on top. In this business you’re only as good as your last match and when everyone looks back at this company they will start by looking at the last night of its whole existence, a night which will define each and every one of us.
I can’t allow my defining image to be that of failure.
Enjoy the ride, Alex. Only one of us is going to end with a picture perfect memory.
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A street lamp flickers eratically as the headlights of one of the last cars left outside the arena following Sovereign pulls out of the car park and moulds into the traffic. A backdoor flings open as Roberto Verona trudges out, a slight limp altering his gait after a hard fought title match, before making his way to his car. He opens the door and climbs in, slinging his gym bag into the passenger’s seat before leaning back in his chair and letting out a sigh.
Hey Berto.
Verona jumps, completely startled by the figure of Isabella in the backseat of his car, grinning from ear to ear.
Jesus, do you have to do that?
Oh I’m sorry did I startle you?
How did you get into my car?
Ah ah ah, a girl has to have her secrets.
Remind me to keep an eye on my spare keys.
Isabella leans backwards and looks around her surroundings.
The backseat of Roberto Verona’s car, that brings back memories…
What do you want? Do realise how much trouble you’ve caused?
Little old me?
This isn’t a game Isabella.
Oh but that’s where you’re wrong, I think it is.
What?
My leash is off now Berto, I’m a free woman. If you want me to bend to your will…
Isabella leans forward until she is inches away from Roberto’s ear as her voice mellow into a seductive whisper.
You’re going to have to make me do as I’m told.
So now you’re going to screw me for Simon?
If that’s an offer…
Suddenly Roberto turns quickly, Isabella shuffling back taken a little by surprise though it barely phases her.
I’m not messing around.
I’m not working for Simon.
But…
And I am not working for you either. I’m working for myself, you know I like to get myself into the most advantageous position possible. If that means I’ve got to flutter my eyelashes a little at Simon and keep Barnard sweet then so be it.
So what’s the end game? What is IWF?
Isabella smiles.
Oh you saw that?
I’m not blind.
That is Simon’s contingency plan. The moment Kelly grew feelings and ordered that the majority shares were to be placed up for sale, he decided that our previous agreement was no longer beneficial to him.
Why?
Because, he isn’t good with the whole…sharing thing. If it was me I’d be glad to share everything with you but Simon? He saw his opportunity to take control and he took it. I mean it’s sad really, you’ve saved all that money but now, you’re almost back at square one…
I still own 25% of New Championship Wrestling come the end of A Night to Remember and in time, I can own more…
And Simon will own the bigger percentage and everything he needs to carry on the company legacy, he's already surpassed yours and has leverage over enough of the other shareholders to keep you in the minority. Thems the breaks Berto, you play with fire sometimes you get burnt.
Then why are you here? To brag?
You always think the worst of me…
You always give me good reason.
I’ve still got Simon’s ear, technically as 25% owner of NCW you have every right to demand some sort of influence in IWF no matter how many more you’re able to purchase and I am sure I can persuade him to open a dialogue with you…
What’s the catch?
I scratch your back, you scratch mine…
Never going to happen.
Isabella giggles before leaning forward and slowly sliding a card into Verona’ jacket pocket.
You know where to find me if you don’t want a bunch of useless shares and a warehouse full of NCW merchandise.
Isabella draws back and opens the car door before closing it behind her. Verona sits in silence before suddenly slamming his hand down on the dashboard in frustration.
****. Just when I thought I was getting somewhere...
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A street lamp flickers eratically as the headlights of one of the last cars left outside the arena following Sovereign pulls out of the car park and moulds into the traffic. A backdoor flings open as Roberto Verona trudges out, a slight limp altering his gait after a hard fought title match, before making his way to his car. He opens the door and climbs in, slinging his gym bag into the passenger’s seat before leaning back in his chair and letting out a sigh.
Hey Berto.
Verona jumps, completely startled by the figure of Isabella in the backseat of his car, grinning from ear to ear.
Jesus, do you have to do that?
Oh I’m sorry did I startle you?
How did you get into my car?
Ah ah ah, a girl has to have her secrets.
Remind me to keep an eye on my spare keys.
Isabella leans backwards and looks around her surroundings.
The backseat of Roberto Verona’s car, that brings back memories…
What do you want? Do realise how much trouble you’ve caused?
Little old me?
This isn’t a game Isabella.
Oh but that’s where you’re wrong, I think it is.
What?
My leash is off now Berto, I’m a free woman. If you want me to bend to your will…
Isabella leans forward until she is inches away from Roberto’s ear as her voice mellow into a seductive whisper.
You’re going to have to make me do as I’m told.
So now you’re going to screw me for Simon?
If that’s an offer…
Suddenly Roberto turns quickly, Isabella shuffling back taken a little by surprise though it barely phases her.
I’m not messing around.
I’m not working for Simon.
But…
And I am not working for you either. I’m working for myself, you know I like to get myself into the most advantageous position possible. If that means I’ve got to flutter my eyelashes a little at Simon and keep Barnard sweet then so be it.
So what’s the end game? What is IWF?
Isabella smiles.
Oh you saw that?
I’m not blind.
That is Simon’s contingency plan. The moment Kelly grew feelings and ordered that the majority shares were to be placed up for sale, he decided that our previous agreement was no longer beneficial to him.
Why?
Because, he isn’t good with the whole…sharing thing. If it was me I’d be glad to share everything with you but Simon? He saw his opportunity to take control and he took it. I mean it’s sad really, you’ve saved all that money but now, you’re almost back at square one…
I still own 25% of New Championship Wrestling come the end of A Night to Remember and in time, I can own more…
And Simon will own the bigger percentage and everything he needs to carry on the company legacy, he's already surpassed yours and has leverage over enough of the other shareholders to keep you in the minority. Thems the breaks Berto, you play with fire sometimes you get burnt.
Then why are you here? To brag?
You always think the worst of me…
You always give me good reason.
I’ve still got Simon’s ear, technically as 25% owner of NCW you have every right to demand some sort of influence in IWF no matter how many more you’re able to purchase and I am sure I can persuade him to open a dialogue with you…
What’s the catch?
I scratch your back, you scratch mine…
Never going to happen.
Isabella giggles before leaning forward and slowly sliding a card into Verona’ jacket pocket.
You know where to find me if you don’t want a bunch of useless shares and a warehouse full of NCW merchandise.
Isabella draws back and opens the car door before closing it behind her. Verona sits in silence before suddenly slamming his hand down on the dashboard in frustration.
****. Just when I thought I was getting somewhere...
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