Post by THE Tristan Slater on Sept 12, 2013 10:51:28 GMT -5
In the several hours that's elapsed since leaving "The Foundation" Miyoko and I have had enough time to sit down so that I might truly bring her in on why we're here in Jacksonville today. Allow me to take the time to bring you all up to speed on this glorious plan to infiltrate The New Breed Foundation by exploiting John's weakness for charitable work...
Wait...
Before I do that perhaps I should take a step back and bring to the forefront the root of the anger and hostility I hold for this sack of shit that most of the fans around the world cheer and adore. This man was in on a plan, he kidnapped my girl, and it doesn't matter what his reasoning is, what his logic is there's just some shit you just don't do... fucking with my chick is one of them.
Now back to business.
It's not like I could just walk into the Corporate Offices of the New Breed Foundation. I'm not saying that my picture is plastered all over the wall but John's got security and it's a well-run business. Not just anyone is going to be able to walk in off the streets and get a meeting with the Board of Directors.
Every man has a weakness.
The smart men find it and exploit it.
Tristan Slater- "Do we need to go over it one more time?
I ask as the scene opens with both Miyoko and I sitting in my parked 2012 Charger in the parking garage located right next to the New Breed Foundation's Corporate Office. It's around noon, and there's good reason why I chose to get a meeting with the Board of Directors at an opportune time.
Miyoko Kawashima- "I can't believe you think this is going to work."[/i]
I've devised some juvenile schemes in my day, but this one will probably take the cake. I'm seriously about to infiltrate a nonprofit organization because I think it will be funny.
Tristan Slater- "Ah, the doubting mind."
My eyes cut to the clock on display on the video screen. It's 11:55 AM.
Tristan Slater- "It's time to see if this is going to actually work."
Reaching up with my right index finger I push the ignition switch which cuts off the car.
Tristan Slater- "Remember when you asked if we would end up in jail?"
Miyoko rolls here sweet Japanese eyes as she spouts out.
Miyoko Kawashima- "Ah hell, here we go!"
Tristan Slater- "Gotcha!"
Miyoko Kawashima- "You're a public relations wet dream."
Tristan Slater- "Good thing I got you then, huh."
Flashing my million dollar smile at Miyoko she's got no choice but to grin. I place my right hand on her upper left thigh before leaning over kissing her gently on the lips before softly stating.
Tristan Slater- "Time to rock and roll."
I reach over releasing the door with my left hand. Opening the door I step out to the pavement. Once again being the gentleman I am I come around the back of the car where I open the door for my lady. A true gentleman. By now we've naturally changed our attire. Got to fit in. Now Miyoko is dressed in a red pant suit while I've put on some black dress slacks with matching sport coat by the hands of GUCCI, black dress shoes to complete the look. Together we're an ultimate power couple if there ever was one.
Miyoko exits the car which allows me to close the door behind her. We take each other by the hand and begin our walk towards the entrance/exit of the garage which leads out to street level.
Miyoko Kawashima- "How do you know this is going to work?"
Tristan Slater- "All I need is the distraction and I'm going to handle the rest. This is all about proving a point. I'm going to infiltrate the New Breed Foundation, his pride and joy, something that's personal to him outside the ring... and I'm going to have a little fun with it."
It's kind of juvenile when you sit back and truly think about it, yet it's something that needs to happen.
The sound of our footsteps along with the passing traffic and daily commuters makes for a busy downtown street in Jacksonville, just out reach from the University of Florida. We walk towards the entrance to the New Breed Foundation where we're met by two armed guards, black men, dressed in black suits.
Security Member- "How can we help you?"
Fuck me! I got to do it! In what can only be described as the WORST impersonation of Will Smith and infamous Men in Black "dance".
Tristan Slater- "Here are the men in black.. Galaxy Defenders.. Here come the men in black.. They won't let you remember."
Both men seem far from amused as Miyoko slaps me on the right arm. Quickly I straighten my tie and compose myself.
Tristan Slater- "Miyoko Kawashima with Miyoko Corp out of Tokyo, Japan. We've got a 12:15 meeting with the Board of Directors."
If this shit works...
Several seconds pass as the two men eye both of us up and down.
Security- "You'll need to go to the front desk to sign in and get name badges. Have your ID's ready."
The two rather large men step to the side which allowing us to enter. I allow Miyoko to lead with me following close behind her, whispering in her ear.
Tristan Slater- "Did you hear that! Name badges! We get to wear name badges!"
Miyoko Kawashima- "Shhhh!"
She quietly whispers back as we walk across the lobby, a lobby that's lavishly decked out if I do say so myself. Some nice furniture in, a few flat screen TV's. A comfortable setting to say the very least.
Miyoko Kawashima- "Are you trying to blow our cover!"
She feverishly whispers back just as we reach the front desk where we are met by a receptionist.
Receptionist- "Good afternoon, how can I help you?"
I step forward.
Tristan Slater- "Representatives of Miyoko Corp. We've got a 12:15 with the Board of Directors."
Producing our identification presents the biggest threat to being found out, yet I produce out ID's while she looks into her computer system. A look of confusion graces her face before she looks back up at me.
Receptionist- "I'm sorry but I don't see an appointment. Who are you again?"
I lean forward resting my elbows on her counter. Sitting to my right is a name plate which reads Linda Bellington. Now, Linda appears at least to me to be in her late twenties to early thirties. She's blonde, go figure right? She's got some sex appeal to her.
Tristan Slater- "We represent Miyoko Corp. We literally just set this up thirty minutes ago. I can show you email confirmation if you like. You see, we're a nonprofit group, charity actually, in desperate need of help."
I retrieve my I-Phone 5 from the inner pocket of my sport coat before starting to give off the impression that I'm trying to locate an imaginary email.
Tristan Slater- "Apparently we meeting with John Cable and the Board of Directors to see if they're interested in ascertaining the rights to our charity which supports a GREAT cause."
Linda Bellington- "What might that be, if you don't mind me asking."
Without hesitation I spout out.
Tristan Slater- "Helping Hands for Large Mouth Vaginas."
You can imagine the sheer shock and confusion that graces the face off Linda as well as Miyoko alike as she merely shakes her head with a look of "this mother fucker" etched across her face.
Tristan Slater- "I'm dead serious Linda, it's a serious problem that we at Miyoko Corp take very seriously and feel that if left unnoticed and without a voice that women across the world will continue let this crime go on. It's a shame that large mouth vaginas exist but the sad truth is they do. Do you think men like to see beef curtains that near touch the floor? No, no you don't, and neither do I! People like us have to stand up and be the voice of the voiceless, we have to fight for the rights of those chicks, we have to stand up for them and tell them that large mouth vaginas aren't cool... but they're treatable."
Why am I starting to believe the load of horse shit that's coming out of my mouth? Damn I'm good. Linda is fixated on me when the side doors open and out walks a representative from the Board of Directors of the New Breed Foundation. He's a sharp dressed man in his late thirties who's going bald up top. Glasses. Straight... nerd.
"Is this our 12:30?"
Linda attempts to answer.
Linda Bellington- "N..."
Quickly I interrupt while stepping in front of Miyoko and in between Linda and this representative.
Tristan Slater- "Why yes we are!"
Linda Bellington- "You said 12:15..."
Quickly turning my head back towards Linda.
Tristan Slater- "12:15, 12:30, what's the difference."
I turn my attention to the representative where I wrap my right arm around his shoulder and start walking him back towards the door he just exited from with Miyoko in close pursuit.
Tristan Slater- "We represent Miyoko Corp and are very interested in seeing if we can help each other out."
Before Linda knows what hit her we're in.
"I'm Richard, pleased to meet you. You are?"
Tristan Slater- "They call me Mr. Slater, and my associate is the head of Miyoko Corp, Miyoko Kawashima."
Richard- "The Board of Directors are really interested in hearing what you have to say, only I thought you were with the Freedom Fund."
We're escorted down a long hallway with offices on both sides It's a rather large operation that has its own multiple floor facility. We're brought to an elevator which is waiting to take us to the higher ups.
Tristan Slater- "Freedom Fund is what I said."
Richard- "But I thought..."
Stepping on to the elevator there's an attendant that pushes a button. The doors close as I spout out.
Tristan Slater- "Dick's don't think."
Richard- "Excuse me."
Tristan Slater- "Nothing, hey did you know that Linda has some sick obsession with large mouth vaginas? It was kind of weird and creepy at the same time."
Richard- "Excuse me!"
Tristan Slater- "I know, I thought it was a little unprofessional myself. So uh, will Mr. Cable be present for this himself?"
Richard- "Unfortunately Mr. Cable's schedule stays pretty hectic. He relies on us to get things done on his behalf."
Tristan Slater- "Well uh, is he even here?"
I'm trying to gather information without appearing as if I actually want it. My goal today exceeds just sneaking into the New Breed Foundation under a dummy corporation just to get a meeting with the Board of Directors.
Richard- "I saw him earlier but I know he was heading out."
The elevator doors open on the Corporate Level. Richard leads us off the elevator where a large Board Room is directly in front of us. It's filled with the Board of Directors representing the New Breed Foundation.
Richard- "You both ready?"
I quickly speak up before he can open the door to the Board Room.
Tristan Slater- "Miyoko can get things started. You got a bathroom? I seriously got to take a piss.
Richard cuts hits eyes towards me as he reaches for the handle to the board room. Mind you just as we can see all the big wigs in their fancy suits talking amongst themselves, they can see us. It’s like John’s got a sick obsession with glass. Nonetheless, Richard points down the hall.
Richard- “It’s down the hall and to the left.”
Tristan Slater- “Fantastic. See you both in a few.”
Miyoko gazes into my eyes with a sheer look of fear mixed with utter pissed off. She mumbles under her breath so that only I may hear.
Miyoko Kawashima- “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Whispering back as I turn my back to Richard.
Tristan Slater- “its fun.”
I shoot Miyoko a wink before saying out loud.
Tristan Slater- “Knock em’ dead.”
Richard opens the glass door and Miyoko enters the Board Room. I can hear Richard introduce Miyoko to the room as I walk away. I don’t have much time, and yes this is childish, but as stated previously it’s more about having a little fun at the expense of the “big, bad, beast.”
As I come to the end of the hall I’m forced to take a right. It’s there that I take notice of a suite at the end of the hall marked “Johnathon Cable”
Tristan Slater- “Bingo.”
As I start to make my way towards the suite there’s a small, tiny measure I didn’t plan for… another fucking secretary! This is clearly John’s personal secretary. Mentally I begin running through various scheme’s that could land me behind that closed door.
Slowly taking each step I’ve come up with a perfect rouse.
Suddenly this chick, who can only be described as a bitchin’ ginger snap. The things I’d eat out of her va…
Never mind.
She stands up before picking up several files from her desk. She comes around her desk before walking my way. I gaze towards her with the chorus of “Porn Star Dancing” echoing inside my head. Mentally I’m seeing her walk like a high end stripper in a black thong, topless, displaying those amazing tits that I’d love to go motor boating in!
Yet in reality she’s dressed professional, still with an awesome rack. She breezes by me, naturally getting that infamous second look and when I say the assets are just as lucrative as the front end. Nice job John.
My job just got easier as I begin walking towards John’s double door. I give a quick look up the hall to make sure the coast is clear. Great! I open the door entering the office before softly closing the door behind me. Unlike most of the offices, this is enclosed with the only windows on the backside behind his lavish Oak Desk.
The office is pretty spacious is I do say so myself. Complete with a sitting area featuring upscale couches and a love seat. There’s also various memorabilia from John’s past, almost like a mini shrine to accomplishments throughout his wrestling career. Framed posters from yesteryears when he was actually a Main Event caliber talent. Yeah, such a long, long time ago, right.
As I start to walk across the carpeted floor towards John’s desk I start speaking out loud, knowing that it’s a matter of time before he sees this footage.
Tristan Slater- “You might be asking yourself why I went through all this trouble just to get into this very room.”
It’s a pretty safe bet that question is actually running the minds of most because this is very unconventional.[/b]
Tristan Slater- “Guys like you and I, John, we understand exactly what this business is COMPLETELY about. We know how to keep personal shit personal, business shit business. We understand that just as much as this profession is physical it’s just as mental. It’s a human game of chess we’ve been playing, which brings me to why I’m here. Why I’m standing, feet firmly planted in YOUR office that’s tucked away behind closed doors, closed off from the general public…”
I speak with soft, yet methodical tone. The fun and games are over. Now, now is the time that I do unto you which you’ve done unto Me.
Tristan Slater- “All of this…”
I state as I extend both my arms out in admiration of the office.
Tristan Slater- “All of this is personal to you, John.”
Dropping my arms to my side I walk around the desk of John Cable. I fling my arms across the table knocking a laptop, file folders, picture frames and everything off the desk sending it all crashing to the floor before firmly planting my ass in his chair.
Tristan Slater- “Miyoko is personal to me.”
I crack my knuckles before kicking both feet up on the desk.
Tristan Slater- “I’m no saint and I’m far from perfect. My past is about as fucked up as it can get from battling an abusive, alcoholic father as a kid, my mother’s death, my battles with alcoholism up to the more recent framing for murder too you kidnapping Miyoko… yeah, it’s a safe assessment to make when one could say that I’ve been a little preoccupied, but to here you wine and cry about me not coming to you for help is nothing more than a pathetic excuse from a pathetic man who’s LOST everything, everything except this fine Foundation… no wonder your wife ditched you.”
John’s been begging, practically PLEADING for THE Tristan Slater to once again rear his ugly head. Well, there’s an old timeless saying that say be careful what you wish for because you just might get It.
Tristan Slater- “What do you really have going for yourself? While you will bring up our ACHIENT past I’m more focused on recent events. Let’s talk about your RECENT PCW events, shall we? Your recent Pay-Per-View Appearance ended in utter failure. Trauma 139, BOTH you and Sebastian St. Paul fall victim to failure. Trauma 137 you’re carried to victory on the back of Ace Anderson, and the Trauma before that you defeated the very tag teams you’ve defeated for the last four fucking months! What I’m getting at is very simple. When it comes to dealing with top tier talents in this business you choke harder than Sebastian does on your cock!”
It’s at this time that I remove my feet front John’s desk before firmly planting them on the floor. I lean forward resting my elbows on the ledge of the desk.
Tristan Slater- “Through all the bullshit you’ve tried to cram down my throat to justify any and everything you’ve done is meaningless.”
Taking a moment before continuing I reflect back on everything that’s lead me to this point.
Tristan Slater- “I might not be a saint. I might have had a rough start in life… but EVERYTHING I’ve been through has lead me to being the man I am today. I’ve already proven I stand toe to toe and fight you, John, but what you’ve yet to prove is IF you can beat me. Sebastian St. Paul and Cory Steel might play a part, everyone is paying to see you and me.”
It’s certainly not a knock on Mr. Steel in any means. I don’t know the guy. Hell, he might show up and destroy The New Breed by himself. My concern isn’t with Cory or Sebastian…
Tristan Slater- “This streak, this losing streak that the New Breed Foundation has fallen under… it’s going to continue, and how fitting it shall be when I’m able to stand before you while cramming down your throat, showing you over and over again that even a Beast can tap out!”
I get up out of John’s chair.[/b]
Tristan Slater- “Make no mistake about it, John, this is personal… it’s a personal battle that you’re going to lose, but I want you to remember one thing. You asked for this. Now…”[/b]
Letting out a deep breath I begin to climb up on John’s desk while stating.
Tristan Slater- “Before I go.”
Standing up on top of John’s desk I turn my back to the door where the sound of my fly unzipping can be heard.
Tristan Slater- “Been holding this for hours!”
The floodgates unleash as the sounds the jet stream leaving my cock explode against the chair of John Cable.
Tristan Slater- “Ahhhhhh yeahhhhh…. Healthy.”
Our scene fades to black as I finish pissing before causally zipping up my fly.
Tristan Slater- “I wonder if they’ve kicked out Miyoko yet?”
End scene.