Post by darkdisciple on Jun 15, 2012 22:55:25 GMT -5
Comment: This sequence took place prior to last week's Bright Lights immediately following my last RP
I enter Turner's office. Not a bad place, he has a nice big corner office, great view of the city. Not the sort of place I'd like to work, but I'm sure corporate types would be impressed. I can't let myself be impressed. Not by him.
I sit across the room from him, he's got that coy smile on his face I've seen on every GMs face I've ever worked with in the past. It the face they make when they want something from you.
So, how have you been Apostle, enjoying yourself in New York?
It's a fine city. I've been holding up just fine.
Your family? How're your sisters doing?
Look, Mr. Turner, as much as I'd love to talk about my sisters, that's not why I'm here.
Of course, of course. Forgive me, but I like to know how my employees are holding up personally, don't need personal meltdowns in my business.
I'm sure. Now, about my contract.
Yes yes, just a few things I need to get out of the way. Now, you do want to sign with NYCCW on a full time basis, correct?
I nod, it might of been the wrong move, but it was honest.
Good, good, now, would you be willing to continue at your current salary of $300 a match?
No, at that point I'm finding a new place to work.
Calm down my friend, I'm obligated to ask you that. I wasn't really expecting a yes, you're worth far more to me than that. I would even say you're indispensable.
That took me by surprise, it didn't seem like very good negotiation strategy to tell someone they needed you. I kept silent, waiting to see where he was going with this.
You are something special Kried, you show up and almost instantly have a title around your waist and a massive fanbase. You're big, you can wrestle, you can talk, ladies love you, you're a promoters dream Kried. I know exactly what would make both of us happy.
Do you?
A full contract, one million American dollars every year, for eight years, full access to company transportation to all events, a ten thousand dollar bonus for every Pay per view match, four weeks vacation each year, and a fully paid, fully furnished apartment in down town New York City. But that's just the beginning. 20% of your personal merchandise sales, royalties on every DVD with you on it, private sports therapeutic sessions, and we make you the top billed man in the company. Now how does that sound?
It sounds like there's going to be a major catch.
Well, I wouldn't call it a catch, so much as a favor. You see Apostle, you're good for business, you're really, really good for business. The fans respect you, a lot of the guys respect you, and that respect is a very valuable thing. I need someone who can ensure that what I need to get done gets done. With the TWI running around, it creates a lot of problems for someone in my position, that added to the fact that H4ck3r is running around, Drake is going crazy, I've got all of these new talent who refuse to listen to me, I want you to be my voice, I want you be the model by which everyone else should follow. You need to become the posterboy of the NYCCW, and if you do what I tell you to do, and say what I tell you to say, I can help you get there, and I can make you a very rich man along the way.
You want me to...
I want you to be my spokesman, all you have to do is listen to what I tell you to do, fight who I want you to fight, and beat the hell out of anyone who disagrees with the direction we need the NYCCW to go in.
Are you finished?
I am, all you have to do is sign here, and we can start making this all a reality, both of our dreams can come true.
He handed me a clipboard with a stapled together document on it. I unclipped the paper and looked at it. It was very, very tempting. As someone who never seemed to have enough cash, I couldn't even imagine how much better life would become, and all it would take is signing that little line at the bottom of the paper in my hand...
That was a lie.
It would take more than that, it would take me not being myself, I would have to become Will Turners man.
Was that so wrong though, Turner wasn't a bad guy for a GM, he generally made fair decisions...
He was making decisions he needed to make, ones that were good for business. He was asking me to become his right hand man, he wanted me to help make him a tyrant.
Was I against that?
Hell yes I was.
I look up and smile at Turner as the contract falls into two pieces as I rip it cleanly in half. I toss the paper in his direction.
You can shove that up your flabby pants Flabbypants.
Apostle, you don't want to do that.
Oh? Because I'm fairly certain it is. I'm not false Billy-boy, in my whole life if there's one thing I've never been, it's false. I say what I mean, not what I'm told to say by some power hungry suit who's to big for his bootstraps... like you Bootstrap.
Apostle...
I don't know how stupid you think I am, but you're in for a shock if you think massive amounts of money is all it takes to make me sign my freedom into your hands. If you want a big stupid, fast talking muffin to do your dirty work, you might want to try Rye and his meathead Tank, I'm sure they're just what you need Mr. Shorty Nopockets.
Apostle...
Listen, I do this because I love to perform, but I don't need someone like you to get their way by bribing me to...
Apostle, I knew you were arrogant, I didn't think you were selfish.
What.
You think your morality matter? Tell me something, when your little sister decides she wants to go to university will your morality mean more than that? Being a Doctor isn't cheap you know.
What do you mean Doctor, why do you know she wants to be a doctor?
I know things Apostle, I make it my job to know. And I am the wrong person to be on the wrong side of. Now, tell me, are you really going to toss your sisters aside so you can be an arrogant little prick?
You will leave my family out of this you Warthog Faced Buffoon.
Certainly, I can see you are doing the same thing anyways, but I'll tell you this, if you can't find it in yourself to take this contract, then I guess you really aren't as needed as I thought. I'm telling you this, you take this deal, because it is the best one you will ever get. No matter how long you stay here, I'll make sure you never, ever become anything. I'll bury you. I'll bury you so deep Germany won't even want to admit you're one of them. What's more, I'll black ball you. I'll make sure no one will ever sign you. You'll be cast on the side of the road, don't think I can't do that, I have connections!
Then good luck.
I stand up and walk out. I have never been this mad in my life. Billy the Kid thinks he can push me around like that? He's in for a world of pain. I walk past the desk of his secretary, who seems rather disconnected. I storm into the elevator and hit the ground floor button.
The realization of what I just did starts to hit me. I just walked out of Turner's office with no contract. I just walked away from the NYCCW tag team titles, from my match tomorrow, from Stytch, from New York city.
The elevator hits the ground floor, and they open, revealing a fuming Willy Turner (#FreeWillyTurner)
Congratulations Mr. Kreisinger, you've managed to force my hand. But don't think this means I'll take an unreasonable offer, you may be a fine wrestler, but you're still just one worker. You'll get five hundred a match
One thousand
Don't you dare...
and an extra five hundred for pay per views
Why... you...little... sigh... Fine, but that's for 18 months, got it, if you stop performing like you have been...
A pleasure Billy Blanks, draw it up, send it to me, and I'll sign it.
I brush past him and smile as I walk towards the stairs, I need to pick up my belt...
I enter Turner's office. Not a bad place, he has a nice big corner office, great view of the city. Not the sort of place I'd like to work, but I'm sure corporate types would be impressed. I can't let myself be impressed. Not by him.
I sit across the room from him, he's got that coy smile on his face I've seen on every GMs face I've ever worked with in the past. It the face they make when they want something from you.
So, how have you been Apostle, enjoying yourself in New York?
It's a fine city. I've been holding up just fine.
Your family? How're your sisters doing?
Look, Mr. Turner, as much as I'd love to talk about my sisters, that's not why I'm here.
Of course, of course. Forgive me, but I like to know how my employees are holding up personally, don't need personal meltdowns in my business.
I'm sure. Now, about my contract.
Yes yes, just a few things I need to get out of the way. Now, you do want to sign with NYCCW on a full time basis, correct?
I nod, it might of been the wrong move, but it was honest.
Good, good, now, would you be willing to continue at your current salary of $300 a match?
No, at that point I'm finding a new place to work.
Calm down my friend, I'm obligated to ask you that. I wasn't really expecting a yes, you're worth far more to me than that. I would even say you're indispensable.
That took me by surprise, it didn't seem like very good negotiation strategy to tell someone they needed you. I kept silent, waiting to see where he was going with this.
You are something special Kried, you show up and almost instantly have a title around your waist and a massive fanbase. You're big, you can wrestle, you can talk, ladies love you, you're a promoters dream Kried. I know exactly what would make both of us happy.
Do you?
A full contract, one million American dollars every year, for eight years, full access to company transportation to all events, a ten thousand dollar bonus for every Pay per view match, four weeks vacation each year, and a fully paid, fully furnished apartment in down town New York City. But that's just the beginning. 20% of your personal merchandise sales, royalties on every DVD with you on it, private sports therapeutic sessions, and we make you the top billed man in the company. Now how does that sound?
It sounds like there's going to be a major catch.
Well, I wouldn't call it a catch, so much as a favor. You see Apostle, you're good for business, you're really, really good for business. The fans respect you, a lot of the guys respect you, and that respect is a very valuable thing. I need someone who can ensure that what I need to get done gets done. With the TWI running around, it creates a lot of problems for someone in my position, that added to the fact that H4ck3r is running around, Drake is going crazy, I've got all of these new talent who refuse to listen to me, I want you to be my voice, I want you be the model by which everyone else should follow. You need to become the posterboy of the NYCCW, and if you do what I tell you to do, and say what I tell you to say, I can help you get there, and I can make you a very rich man along the way.
You want me to...
I want you to be my spokesman, all you have to do is listen to what I tell you to do, fight who I want you to fight, and beat the hell out of anyone who disagrees with the direction we need the NYCCW to go in.
Are you finished?
I am, all you have to do is sign here, and we can start making this all a reality, both of our dreams can come true.
He handed me a clipboard with a stapled together document on it. I unclipped the paper and looked at it. It was very, very tempting. As someone who never seemed to have enough cash, I couldn't even imagine how much better life would become, and all it would take is signing that little line at the bottom of the paper in my hand...
That was a lie.
It would take more than that, it would take me not being myself, I would have to become Will Turners man.
Was that so wrong though, Turner wasn't a bad guy for a GM, he generally made fair decisions...
He was making decisions he needed to make, ones that were good for business. He was asking me to become his right hand man, he wanted me to help make him a tyrant.
Was I against that?
Hell yes I was.
I look up and smile at Turner as the contract falls into two pieces as I rip it cleanly in half. I toss the paper in his direction.
You can shove that up your flabby pants Flabbypants.
Apostle, you don't want to do that.
Oh? Because I'm fairly certain it is. I'm not false Billy-boy, in my whole life if there's one thing I've never been, it's false. I say what I mean, not what I'm told to say by some power hungry suit who's to big for his bootstraps... like you Bootstrap.
Apostle...
I don't know how stupid you think I am, but you're in for a shock if you think massive amounts of money is all it takes to make me sign my freedom into your hands. If you want a big stupid, fast talking muffin to do your dirty work, you might want to try Rye and his meathead Tank, I'm sure they're just what you need Mr. Shorty Nopockets.
Apostle...
Listen, I do this because I love to perform, but I don't need someone like you to get their way by bribing me to...
Apostle, I knew you were arrogant, I didn't think you were selfish.
What.
You think your morality matter? Tell me something, when your little sister decides she wants to go to university will your morality mean more than that? Being a Doctor isn't cheap you know.
What do you mean Doctor, why do you know she wants to be a doctor?
I know things Apostle, I make it my job to know. And I am the wrong person to be on the wrong side of. Now, tell me, are you really going to toss your sisters aside so you can be an arrogant little prick?
You will leave my family out of this you Warthog Faced Buffoon.
Certainly, I can see you are doing the same thing anyways, but I'll tell you this, if you can't find it in yourself to take this contract, then I guess you really aren't as needed as I thought. I'm telling you this, you take this deal, because it is the best one you will ever get. No matter how long you stay here, I'll make sure you never, ever become anything. I'll bury you. I'll bury you so deep Germany won't even want to admit you're one of them. What's more, I'll black ball you. I'll make sure no one will ever sign you. You'll be cast on the side of the road, don't think I can't do that, I have connections!
Then good luck.
I stand up and walk out. I have never been this mad in my life. Billy the Kid thinks he can push me around like that? He's in for a world of pain. I walk past the desk of his secretary, who seems rather disconnected. I storm into the elevator and hit the ground floor button.
The realization of what I just did starts to hit me. I just walked out of Turner's office with no contract. I just walked away from the NYCCW tag team titles, from my match tomorrow, from Stytch, from New York city.
The elevator hits the ground floor, and they open, revealing a fuming Willy Turner (#FreeWillyTurner)
Congratulations Mr. Kreisinger, you've managed to force my hand. But don't think this means I'll take an unreasonable offer, you may be a fine wrestler, but you're still just one worker. You'll get five hundred a match
One thousand
Don't you dare...
and an extra five hundred for pay per views
Why... you...little... sigh... Fine, but that's for 18 months, got it, if you stop performing like you have been...
A pleasure Billy Blanks, draw it up, send it to me, and I'll sign it.
I brush past him and smile as I walk towards the stairs, I need to pick up my belt...
