Post by Gjenrei on Sept 29, 2013 6:37:01 GMT
{The man in the mask was meditating. Seems there was very little to do these days. Cable wasn't in much shape to train with a partner. Their mentors were off tending to their own lives, each one suffering the slings and arrows of the business of wrestling. But the solitude was not entirely unwelcome. A phone rang, disturbing the silence.}
Gjenrei: Finally, news...
{He reached for the phone, then smirked ever so slightly. A rare form of emotion from the man in the mask. He touched a few buttons, and the man was summoned.}
Gjenrei: What have you got for me Hodgens?
Hodgens: Well, after a few minutes of sweet talking.. three long island ice teas and fending off several boob shots and amorous innuendos.. And let me tell you, you would not have believed the rack on this gal..
Gjenrei: Which you don't need to go into details for..
Hodgens: And here I was thinking we were bonding like brothers.
Gjenrei: Sorry to disappoint. Continue..
Hodgens: I managed to convince her showing me the records would be just peachy keen. Course, what I had to do afterwards probably earned me a few thousand in bonus pay.
Gjenrei: I will see that you get it.
Hodgens: Sarcasm is lost on you, isn't it?
Gjenrei: I cover my bases.
Hodgens: Quite. Anyway, I got you a name, but I'm not sure it will help.
Gjenrei: How so?
Hodgens: The Father was listed as a John Doe, which, clearly is of no help at all.
Gjenrei: That is troubling. Please tell me the woman isn't listed as Jane.
Hodgens: No. It's Juanita Fulano. Which I'm told by my spanish friends, is the spanish equivalent of Jane Doe.
Gjenrei: So it's a dead end?
Hodgens: It is, and it isn't. Because it was a hospital, blood was taken and put into storage. Which means it can be tested, DNA typed and then if it's in the system, easy peasy.
Gjenrei: If it isn't?
Hodgens: There's still a few avenues available. There's other names I can run down, people who were involved in some way.
Gjenrei: Very well. Thank you for the update.
Hodgens: There's just some things..
Gjenrei: Yes?
Hodgens: One, I'm not sure if there's a legal way I can obtain the blood sample. Two, typing it for DNA is ridiculously expensive without going through proper channels, which I won't be able to do.
Gjenrei: You need cash up front then?
Hodgens: Just going to skip past the first part entirely, huh?
Gjenrei: You have no problems doing.. less than legal things to get the job done.
Hodgens: You know, I get that question alot.
Gjenrei: It wasn't a question. Your reputation procedes you.
Hodgens: You realize the cost is going to increase tremendously?
Gjenrei: I have a personal networth that comprises eleven digits. I can handle it.
Hodgens: That's what I like to hear.
Gjenrei: Our lawyer will be in touch to help on the legal front.
Hodgens: You know, I think I might just enjoy doing this job.
Gjenrei: See that you do.
{The line clicked dead. The man in the mask stared at it, readying himself for what he was about to do.}
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"There's a far a line between intellect and ignorance, as much as there is between hearing and listening. Usually the people who have the biggest and brightest egos possess the lesser of both of those evils. They believe themselves to be smart, yet open their mouth and show what they really know. They pretend they hear what is going on around them, and yet again, their mouth opens and shows that they weren't really listening. I surmise I don't need to tell the audience who I am referring to, but for his own sake, I feel that I must.
Yes, Davey, I'm talking about you.
You can sit there and throw your veiled barbs at me like it's some sort of important attack. Bring up the team, call Cable the brighter star of us and how I'll be looking to break out on my own. Unfortunately, you're about a few weeks late on that train. Amber has tooted that horn many a time since we met her.
And she's much better at it than you.
Even then, it didn't phase me in the slightest. Because simple words from simple minds don't give me the slightest pause. It's very easy to do this part of the job, to sit behind the camera and just let the words come out, trying to inspire fear or anger in your opponent.
I won't let you to do either, because I'm not going to let you, of all people, dictate how I feel, or how I approach my job. I could sit here and say that I won't do it because why would I take the word of a drug addled spaz reliving his glory days that never were, but I'm above such nonsense.
And if you're angry at what I just said, that's simply because it's entirely true. So do us all a favor Davey, and don't worry about what I think or feel until you've come to terms with your own wasted time and opportunities. I wear a mask, I see through them quite easily.
And you, are just covering your inadequacies with a falsified intellect and an overinflated sense of self-entitlement. Neither of which is very becoming of the gentlemen you've tried to sell yourself as.
Spike Kane and Alex Jones infuriate you because despite all their flaws, they have done what you can't find the strength to. Weak men make excuses, weak men run and hide themselves with drugs, weak men mock others for embracing their pain.
Me? I'm not going to take vengeance for Cable. Simply because it isn't mine to take. A man who is as smart as you claim you are would know that. I could not care less for what happens to you. But bring that weakness into the ring with me, you'll find out just how sad your life really is.
As for Killian, well, you can do one of two things.
Use your age and ring rust as an excuse, or a motivator. In this thing, the second gets you respect, the first just gets you on a one way ticket to a few days of pain and misery. Far be it from me to tell you how to live.
But finding that weakness and destroying it, is how I live, and if you bring that into the ring, well.. I don't think I need to go on.
You can label me whatever.. You can accuse me of whatever.. you can try to predict what I'll do. You can try to understand the way I am. But all you'll eventually learn is that everything you think you see, is betrayed by everything you think you know.
This mask is a symbol.. of being true to the only person that matters.
I've yet to meet a man other than Cable who can say that.
I don't see that changing this week either."
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{He punched a few numbers. Calling someone he didn't particularly want to talk to.}
"Law Office"
Gjenrei: I'd like to speak with Wallace, please.
"Is that you Chris?"
Gjenrei: Yes.
"I'll connect you, if you tell me why you haven't called."
Gjenrei: Because the last time I did, your boyfriend told me he would kill me.
"Well, he's gone now."
Gjenrei: You said that then too.
"Connecting you now."
"Wallace."
Gjenrei: I need you to do something.
"Oh, Chris. Surprised to hear from you. What do you need?"
Gjenrei: I'm texting you a number, call this number and the man will explain what he needs you to look into.
"I don't suppose I can have any more details?"
Gjenrei: It's a legal matter, you're my lawyer, this is what I have you for.
"You're lucky I owe you and your family so many favors. Alright, I accept your cryptic answers. Text me the number."
{The line went dead again. The fingers on the phone flashed over it quickly, punching in the numbers, then a pause as they were sent. Finally, more numbers were hit, and the phone sprang to life again.}
Cable: Yes?
Gjenrei: We've got a real lead now.
Gjenrei: Finally, news...
{He reached for the phone, then smirked ever so slightly. A rare form of emotion from the man in the mask. He touched a few buttons, and the man was summoned.}
Gjenrei: What have you got for me Hodgens?
Hodgens: Well, after a few minutes of sweet talking.. three long island ice teas and fending off several boob shots and amorous innuendos.. And let me tell you, you would not have believed the rack on this gal..
Gjenrei: Which you don't need to go into details for..
Hodgens: And here I was thinking we were bonding like brothers.
Gjenrei: Sorry to disappoint. Continue..
Hodgens: I managed to convince her showing me the records would be just peachy keen. Course, what I had to do afterwards probably earned me a few thousand in bonus pay.
Gjenrei: I will see that you get it.
Hodgens: Sarcasm is lost on you, isn't it?
Gjenrei: I cover my bases.
Hodgens: Quite. Anyway, I got you a name, but I'm not sure it will help.
Gjenrei: How so?
Hodgens: The Father was listed as a John Doe, which, clearly is of no help at all.
Gjenrei: That is troubling. Please tell me the woman isn't listed as Jane.
Hodgens: No. It's Juanita Fulano. Which I'm told by my spanish friends, is the spanish equivalent of Jane Doe.
Gjenrei: So it's a dead end?
Hodgens: It is, and it isn't. Because it was a hospital, blood was taken and put into storage. Which means it can be tested, DNA typed and then if it's in the system, easy peasy.
Gjenrei: If it isn't?
Hodgens: There's still a few avenues available. There's other names I can run down, people who were involved in some way.
Gjenrei: Very well. Thank you for the update.
Hodgens: There's just some things..
Gjenrei: Yes?
Hodgens: One, I'm not sure if there's a legal way I can obtain the blood sample. Two, typing it for DNA is ridiculously expensive without going through proper channels, which I won't be able to do.
Gjenrei: You need cash up front then?
Hodgens: Just going to skip past the first part entirely, huh?
Gjenrei: You have no problems doing.. less than legal things to get the job done.
Hodgens: You know, I get that question alot.
Gjenrei: It wasn't a question. Your reputation procedes you.
Hodgens: You realize the cost is going to increase tremendously?
Gjenrei: I have a personal networth that comprises eleven digits. I can handle it.
Hodgens: That's what I like to hear.
Gjenrei: Our lawyer will be in touch to help on the legal front.
Hodgens: You know, I think I might just enjoy doing this job.
Gjenrei: See that you do.
{The line clicked dead. The man in the mask stared at it, readying himself for what he was about to do.}
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"There's a far a line between intellect and ignorance, as much as there is between hearing and listening. Usually the people who have the biggest and brightest egos possess the lesser of both of those evils. They believe themselves to be smart, yet open their mouth and show what they really know. They pretend they hear what is going on around them, and yet again, their mouth opens and shows that they weren't really listening. I surmise I don't need to tell the audience who I am referring to, but for his own sake, I feel that I must.
Yes, Davey, I'm talking about you.
You can sit there and throw your veiled barbs at me like it's some sort of important attack. Bring up the team, call Cable the brighter star of us and how I'll be looking to break out on my own. Unfortunately, you're about a few weeks late on that train. Amber has tooted that horn many a time since we met her.
And she's much better at it than you.
Even then, it didn't phase me in the slightest. Because simple words from simple minds don't give me the slightest pause. It's very easy to do this part of the job, to sit behind the camera and just let the words come out, trying to inspire fear or anger in your opponent.
I won't let you to do either, because I'm not going to let you, of all people, dictate how I feel, or how I approach my job. I could sit here and say that I won't do it because why would I take the word of a drug addled spaz reliving his glory days that never were, but I'm above such nonsense.
And if you're angry at what I just said, that's simply because it's entirely true. So do us all a favor Davey, and don't worry about what I think or feel until you've come to terms with your own wasted time and opportunities. I wear a mask, I see through them quite easily.
And you, are just covering your inadequacies with a falsified intellect and an overinflated sense of self-entitlement. Neither of which is very becoming of the gentlemen you've tried to sell yourself as.
Spike Kane and Alex Jones infuriate you because despite all their flaws, they have done what you can't find the strength to. Weak men make excuses, weak men run and hide themselves with drugs, weak men mock others for embracing their pain.
Me? I'm not going to take vengeance for Cable. Simply because it isn't mine to take. A man who is as smart as you claim you are would know that. I could not care less for what happens to you. But bring that weakness into the ring with me, you'll find out just how sad your life really is.
As for Killian, well, you can do one of two things.
Use your age and ring rust as an excuse, or a motivator. In this thing, the second gets you respect, the first just gets you on a one way ticket to a few days of pain and misery. Far be it from me to tell you how to live.
But finding that weakness and destroying it, is how I live, and if you bring that into the ring, well.. I don't think I need to go on.
You can label me whatever.. You can accuse me of whatever.. you can try to predict what I'll do. You can try to understand the way I am. But all you'll eventually learn is that everything you think you see, is betrayed by everything you think you know.
This mask is a symbol.. of being true to the only person that matters.
I've yet to meet a man other than Cable who can say that.
I don't see that changing this week either."
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{He punched a few numbers. Calling someone he didn't particularly want to talk to.}
"Law Office"
Gjenrei: I'd like to speak with Wallace, please.
"Is that you Chris?"
Gjenrei: Yes.
"I'll connect you, if you tell me why you haven't called."
Gjenrei: Because the last time I did, your boyfriend told me he would kill me.
"Well, he's gone now."
Gjenrei: You said that then too.
"Connecting you now."
"Wallace."
Gjenrei: I need you to do something.
"Oh, Chris. Surprised to hear from you. What do you need?"
Gjenrei: I'm texting you a number, call this number and the man will explain what he needs you to look into.
"I don't suppose I can have any more details?"
Gjenrei: It's a legal matter, you're my lawyer, this is what I have you for.
"You're lucky I owe you and your family so many favors. Alright, I accept your cryptic answers. Text me the number."
{The line went dead again. The fingers on the phone flashed over it quickly, punching in the numbers, then a pause as they were sent. Finally, more numbers were hit, and the phone sprang to life again.}
Cable: Yes?
Gjenrei: We've got a real lead now.
Well howdy there pardner.