Post by TheNewBreed on Oct 9, 2022 1:55:15 GMT -5
As Sonya Benson and her entourage get ready for the mockery of a match that will be the exhibition of Benson Vs Pam D'Monium, on the night of the Relaunch of the WGWF, the Citizen paces backstage just above the ramp nervously. His glittering American eagle mask looks just a bit too restraining for his comfort as he pulls at the fabric around his thick neck and dials his phone.
“John... we have a serious problem.” he says as his voice cracks.
“What do you mean, a problem? How do you have a problem giving away a million dollars?” John asks on the other end of the line from his locker room.
“It was a ruse. She screwed the kid over and didn't give anyone a million dollars.” the Citizen squeaks into his phone, still pacing as the match gets underway in the ring and the scene fades to black.
The scene fades into the back hallways of the WGWF Arena at the Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas. John Cable is seen storming through the hall, fuming as he marches swiftly towards the camera. A tech opens a door to the left and stumbles into the hallway only to come face to face with Cable on a rampage.
“Oh... Um... Sorry Mr. Cable. I didn't mean to...” the young man stammers before John cuts him off.
“Go find me a Lock Down Crew member, and tell them to get me a floor manager at the front doors immediately.” he demands, staring intently in the man's eyes, his nostrils flaring as he tries to rein in his rage.
“Uh... Yeah... Yes sir. Right away.” The man stammers as he rushes off down the hallway and John surges past the camera as he scene fades to black.
The scene fades into the front doors of the CCPE Arena, where a still raging John Cable is pacing back and forth near the entrance. A Lock Down Floor Manager comes rushing through the door and spots Cable, making his way swiftly over his direction.
“I need you to find the woman and her son that Benson fucked over. I want to make it right. Before she leaves, I need you to find her and make sure she knows she isn't leaving tonight empty handed.” John says before the tall blonde man even address him, but the orders are heard.
“Yes, Sir. I will keep you in the loop as we know more.” he says shortly before turning in mid stride and heads back into the arena as the scene fades to black.
The scene fades into Johnathan Cable's Locker Room backstage at the WGWF Arena. There is a knock on the door, and John calls out...
“It's open.” he says in his gravelly voice, as he unties his boots but doesn't look up from the bench he's perched on.
The blonde floor manager from the Lock Down Crew enters quietly, and clears his throat.
“Did you find her and her son?” John asks without looking up yet.
“Um... no, actually. They had already left. Apparently, shortly after the incident with Benson, she gathered her things and left in a hurry. We did identify her though, and we got her number for you.” he says as he holds a piece of paper out towards him.
John finally looks up at the man, and takes the piece of paper from him gingerly.
“Thanks, Andrew. I appreciate it.” John says softly, smiling sideways at him, happy to have the info, but saddened that he had let her get away without making it right. He had to make it right... and make sure Benson knew this was not okay.
John went back to untying his boots as Andrew backed out of the room and closed the door as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens at the top of the ramp of the CCPE Arena, home of the WGWF Brawl show, and newly minted event paradise for anyone who can afford the cost to rent the state of the art arena on the off weeks.
Randall Benson, clad head to toe in the finest of dark blue silk suits, strolls across the stage looking out across the empty arena with a sad smile crossing his face.
“It's the finest wrestling arena in the country right now... and a beauty... isn't she?” John Cable remarks as he makes his way out of the curtain just behind Mr. Benson and onto the top of the stage.
“State of the art pyro systems, LED screens on nearly every surface, a million dollars in the rafter alone just in light rigs and effects packs, and even more than that invested in the sound system in here. They really went all out to make it the crown jewel of the industry.” John says as he smiles at the man and makes his way across the metal grating and extends his hand out for a shake. Randall takes the bear-paw sized hand and gives it a firm shake, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.
“Ah, John Cable. I’m sorry for what my baby girl did to you and to those two fans.” Randall purses his lips just thinking about that horrible incident and aims to swiftly change the subject back to its original after releasing the hand… “But, um, yes. I’ve invested plenty in venues from boxing to MMA to soccer, you name it, but this? It’s spectacular.”
Randall gestures at the venue and nods, “I’m proud that some of those beams and lights and pyros are things I helped facilitate though my investments with Chris and WGWF. I tell you what though; all these bells and whistles won’t mean a damn thing if the right talent isn’t here to perform in that ring. I think we do, but what worries me a tad is the lack of a tag team division.” He rubs his chin in thought.
“Throughout the entire history of the wrestling industry, tag team wrestling has had high points and low points. I think the issue with the modern era of wrestling is that everyone wants to be the Superstar, and no one can stand to share the spotlight with anyone else, so Tag Team Divisions often find slumps in their numbers. It;s really nothing to worry about, and I am sure that when the WGWF gets more pronounced in the industry again, the Tag Teams will flock to the roster again looking to earn the Titles in a company that makes them worth it… but that’s in the future… and for now, we have a young growing roster of great talents that are making great shows every month right here in Vegas.” John says to sooth the fears of a high dollar investor in the company.
Randall mulls over John’s counterpoint and gives a nod, “well you’re certainly more of an expert than I am on this matter, John, so I’ll ease off the worry for a bit. Thank you.” John gives Randall a reassuring nod in return.
“Anyway, Mr. Benson… while you’re here, I wanted to offer the use of my private box for the show on Monday to you and your guests. This week will be an interesting show for sure, and I would love to know you were able to enjoy it.” John smiles as he waves towards the curtain motioning the pair to head towards the backstage area and continue the tour as they talk business.
“Oh I gladly accept the offer, John. Thank you. My two senator friends will be happy to enjoy the luxury booth as well, I’m sure.” Randall pats John on the back. “Oh and next time your New Breed Foundation holds a charity event, count me in.” Randall adds.
“Well… funny enough… We will be competing in the Tara Fenix Charity event in Waikiki in just a couple of weeks. We will be raising funds for St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital through the event, but we have several donation drives in the next week or so. I’ll forward the information to your office tomorrow. I will make sure the box is ready for you and your friends on Monday, and I hope you enjoy the show as much as you enjoy our arena. It’ll be a great one.” John says as they walk back through the curtain towards backstage, and the scene fades to black.
“John... we have a serious problem.” he says as his voice cracks.
“What do you mean, a problem? How do you have a problem giving away a million dollars?” John asks on the other end of the line from his locker room.
“It was a ruse. She screwed the kid over and didn't give anyone a million dollars.” the Citizen squeaks into his phone, still pacing as the match gets underway in the ring and the scene fades to black.
* * * * *
The scene fades into the back hallways of the WGWF Arena at the Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas. John Cable is seen storming through the hall, fuming as he marches swiftly towards the camera. A tech opens a door to the left and stumbles into the hallway only to come face to face with Cable on a rampage.
“Oh... Um... Sorry Mr. Cable. I didn't mean to...” the young man stammers before John cuts him off.
“Go find me a Lock Down Crew member, and tell them to get me a floor manager at the front doors immediately.” he demands, staring intently in the man's eyes, his nostrils flaring as he tries to rein in his rage.
“Uh... Yeah... Yes sir. Right away.” The man stammers as he rushes off down the hallway and John surges past the camera as he scene fades to black.
* * * * *
The scene fades into the front doors of the CCPE Arena, where a still raging John Cable is pacing back and forth near the entrance. A Lock Down Floor Manager comes rushing through the door and spots Cable, making his way swiftly over his direction.
“I need you to find the woman and her son that Benson fucked over. I want to make it right. Before she leaves, I need you to find her and make sure she knows she isn't leaving tonight empty handed.” John says before the tall blonde man even address him, but the orders are heard.
“Yes, Sir. I will keep you in the loop as we know more.” he says shortly before turning in mid stride and heads back into the arena as the scene fades to black.
* * * * *
The scene fades into Johnathan Cable's Locker Room backstage at the WGWF Arena. There is a knock on the door, and John calls out...
“It's open.” he says in his gravelly voice, as he unties his boots but doesn't look up from the bench he's perched on.
The blonde floor manager from the Lock Down Crew enters quietly, and clears his throat.
“Did you find her and her son?” John asks without looking up yet.
“Um... no, actually. They had already left. Apparently, shortly after the incident with Benson, she gathered her things and left in a hurry. We did identify her though, and we got her number for you.” he says as he holds a piece of paper out towards him.
John finally looks up at the man, and takes the piece of paper from him gingerly.
“Thanks, Andrew. I appreciate it.” John says softly, smiling sideways at him, happy to have the info, but saddened that he had let her get away without making it right. He had to make it right... and make sure Benson knew this was not okay.
John went back to untying his boots as Andrew backed out of the room and closed the door as the scene fades to black.
* * * * *
The scene opens at the top of the ramp of the CCPE Arena, home of the WGWF Brawl show, and newly minted event paradise for anyone who can afford the cost to rent the state of the art arena on the off weeks.
Randall Benson, clad head to toe in the finest of dark blue silk suits, strolls across the stage looking out across the empty arena with a sad smile crossing his face.
“It's the finest wrestling arena in the country right now... and a beauty... isn't she?” John Cable remarks as he makes his way out of the curtain just behind Mr. Benson and onto the top of the stage.
“State of the art pyro systems, LED screens on nearly every surface, a million dollars in the rafter alone just in light rigs and effects packs, and even more than that invested in the sound system in here. They really went all out to make it the crown jewel of the industry.” John says as he smiles at the man and makes his way across the metal grating and extends his hand out for a shake. Randall takes the bear-paw sized hand and gives it a firm shake, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.
“Ah, John Cable. I’m sorry for what my baby girl did to you and to those two fans.” Randall purses his lips just thinking about that horrible incident and aims to swiftly change the subject back to its original after releasing the hand… “But, um, yes. I’ve invested plenty in venues from boxing to MMA to soccer, you name it, but this? It’s spectacular.”
Randall gestures at the venue and nods, “I’m proud that some of those beams and lights and pyros are things I helped facilitate though my investments with Chris and WGWF. I tell you what though; all these bells and whistles won’t mean a damn thing if the right talent isn’t here to perform in that ring. I think we do, but what worries me a tad is the lack of a tag team division.” He rubs his chin in thought.
“Throughout the entire history of the wrestling industry, tag team wrestling has had high points and low points. I think the issue with the modern era of wrestling is that everyone wants to be the Superstar, and no one can stand to share the spotlight with anyone else, so Tag Team Divisions often find slumps in their numbers. It;s really nothing to worry about, and I am sure that when the WGWF gets more pronounced in the industry again, the Tag Teams will flock to the roster again looking to earn the Titles in a company that makes them worth it… but that’s in the future… and for now, we have a young growing roster of great talents that are making great shows every month right here in Vegas.” John says to sooth the fears of a high dollar investor in the company.
Randall mulls over John’s counterpoint and gives a nod, “well you’re certainly more of an expert than I am on this matter, John, so I’ll ease off the worry for a bit. Thank you.” John gives Randall a reassuring nod in return.
“Anyway, Mr. Benson… while you’re here, I wanted to offer the use of my private box for the show on Monday to you and your guests. This week will be an interesting show for sure, and I would love to know you were able to enjoy it.” John smiles as he waves towards the curtain motioning the pair to head towards the backstage area and continue the tour as they talk business.
“Oh I gladly accept the offer, John. Thank you. My two senator friends will be happy to enjoy the luxury booth as well, I’m sure.” Randall pats John on the back. “Oh and next time your New Breed Foundation holds a charity event, count me in.” Randall adds.
“Well… funny enough… We will be competing in the Tara Fenix Charity event in Waikiki in just a couple of weeks. We will be raising funds for St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital through the event, but we have several donation drives in the next week or so. I’ll forward the information to your office tomorrow. I will make sure the box is ready for you and your friends on Monday, and I hope you enjoy the show as much as you enjoy our arena. It’ll be a great one.” John says as they walk back through the curtain towards backstage, and the scene fades to black.