Post by Davey Ortega on Oct 6, 2013 18:19:55 GMT
The scene opens backstage at the latest Sacrifice. Jason, who has Dr. Preston's journals clutched in his hand is waiting in a hallway next to Cass. They are both standing a few feet away from a door, anticipation can be read from their faces. Before long the door swings open as Davey Ortega emerges through the threshold. He looks freshly showered with one of his suites on. A hand on his luggage as it rolls behind him passing both Cass and Jason. They exchange equally perplexing looks before hurrying to catch up with Davey, walking a foot or two behind him.
Cass: I made some contacts with the janitorial services. They seemed more then willing to help, though I did catch a few of them leering at my breasts.
Davey: Yeah, well...if Simon inherited his help from the Fox family I'm willing to bet you are the first female they have seen in years.
Jason: The medics and resident Doctor hedged a bit, but said they will help in anyway they can. Though the doctor only said he would as a favor to Dr. Preston.
Davey: That's not surprising. Preston had to smooth things over with him more than once when I began to question the extent of his medical training.
Davey says nothing after, leaving the two in a state of silent wonder. They continue walking out to the parking lot nearing Davey's limo. Cass stops following him the closer they get.
Cass: So who won?
Davey stops abruptly turning back. He gives a dead pan look to Cass, before turning his attention to Jason who has moved towards her. He lets out a sigh
Davey: You two haven't figured it out yet?
The two look at each other with furrowed eyebrows before looking back at Davey with a singular head shake
Davey: As each day goes by they two of you do not instill me with confidence. Alright, listen. Cass, you are very strong and opinionated. You have your views and do not compromise them for anything. Jason, you are quiet and reserved. I know when an extreme situation occurs you will prevail with a cool head. Each of you possess qualities Preston has, unfortunately I hve also spent time alone with both of you and let me make this perfectly clear, I would rather put out a campfire with my face than endure that trial again. So since individual you each only have some qualities, I figure the two of you put together would make a half decent Preston 2.0. So congratulations Cass, Jason...you both won.
Cass: So what happens now?
Davey: Oh my dear Cass, so many things. For instance I am going to need you to schedule an IWF interview.
Cass: You don't give interviews.
Davey: Normally I don't, though I think it's time I step out of the shadows and back into the limelight. I need a proper forum to intellectually rip the roster asunder. Make sure you schedule it for next week. Jason, when we get back to The Casino I'm going to need you to call some real estate agencies and some banks in the Main area. I'll explain more when we get home but I am finally going to do something I have dreamed of doing for some time now. Expand.
Davey walks towards the limo opening the door and getting in, leaving Cass and Jason in the parking lot. Cass looks over at Jason who has the journals open reading. Cass knocks it out of his hands.
Cass: Will you stop that. You're not going to find any answers in that.
Jason: Don't be so sure. According to his journal this would be the first time two people have acted as his adviser.
Cass: Jason, this is the first time anyone else has been his adviser.
Jason: Good point. Still you don't find it a bit odd? The man who can't stand people suddenly decides to have two be his designated best friend?
Cass: I find a lot of things odd about him. I find it odd as anti social as he is he owns and operates a casino. I find it odd that a man who is already at odds with majority of the roster wants to go on a public forum to denounce the rest. Honestly after the last month this is not that shocking. I watched him fire someone for going to Burger King...and have seen like four doormen come and go.
Jason: Still after everything. All the times he said he only needed one person.
Cass: OK yes, I agree it is strange. Though that does not mean it is a bad thing. Maybe having two people around him will help his social skills.
Jason: Or he realized he was slipping and decided two people to keep him grounded was necessary.
Cass thinks about what she just heard, as if this thought had never crossed her mind. Jason bends down and picks up the journal, dusting it off before the backseat window of the limo rolls down and Davey pop his head out
Davey: Hey! Need I remind you that the two of you are officially on the clock. Dawdling is frowned upon!
Jason begins to move toward the limo before his arm is snagged by Cass, pulling him close.
Cass: We just need to keep an eye on him, I think we will know more once we get to The Casino.
Jason nods as the two hurry to the now open door of the limo. They quickly herd in as the limo slowly drives away.
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So plans went a little awry last Monday, though I still proved the concrete fact that brains bests brawn. I told Killian he would only be able to put lesser minds in his uninspired move and behold the tag team guy was the one to be caught and tap. Davey Ortega escaped unscathed and still walks down his path of redemption. Though the road is winding, long and even interconnected. I knew sooner or later I would run into someone who was walking down his own road. It just so happens that this man is a complete unknown to me. I guess he made his return match last week during the pre show, and won against one of the endless nameless copies of Hexx and Mimic.
And this gives you the right to stand opposite the ring with me?
Let me tell you something about me, when I debuted in IWF against Doc it wasn't on the pre show, it was smack dab in the middle of the card on Monday Night Sacrifice. I never had to cut my teeth or shake of ring rust going rounds with opponents who are not equipped mentally to set up a ring, let alone perform the craft. So let me assure you your little win over whats his name has no meaning to me. Three weeks ago, I defeated the first ever Heir to the Throne winner and first Imperial Champion in that ring. Three weeks ago you were still on standby for the roster of the new IWF video game.
So lets talk about the elephant in the room, your second match and you have earned your spot on Sacrifice, up against yours truly. I am not aware of your time before your return, nor can I really be bothered to check because just as I may be your biggest competition since initially arriving in IWF, you are nothing but a speck in my grand design, someone who is merely in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though don't worry, even innocent vessels have their purposes. When your a genius you can anticipate little blips such as yourself, and Stephen Kingsly. Who you may recall no longer graces our halls. Stephen served his purpose in the ring, or rather his screams did.
Joe Everyman was the first friend of his to fall and ever since it's been random people who hold zero ties to Spike. It's sound logic, I'm far less likely to lose control when it's the next guy to line up in the unemployment line opposite of me, a man with no ties to Spike, or anyone of importance for that matter. To bad for them, Spike, and most of all you...I am done plying with kid gloves. From now on I'm just going to pick a part my opponent one limb at a time until their is nothing left. Ryan I'm not aiming for a win, a three count only proves nothing except what we all know already, my superiority. No this week I am going to attack your neck, and weaken your arm. A flurry of precise assaults all leading up to one glorious ending. You are going to make history Ryan as you will be the first person to tap because he can no longer stand a Saturday Night Ride.
A message must be sent. A message to Spike, to the front office, and to Nero Blake. Monday night you will be left in that ring a bruised and crippled mess, wondering how someone so smart can be so damn vicious. Well, it was an unintended gift from a man I once called friend. A gift that has been eating away at me for years and needs to be shown. A glimpse of it glimmered three weeks ago but it's time to truly become soulless. Everyone will soon see what the very definition of brutality is, and you are the unlucky soul who must feel it first hand. Just know that I will feel no remorse for what I am going to do, and I will never apologize for the career altering turn you are about to undergo.
You brought it on yourself by agreeing to step in my way.
A-llonsy
Cass: I made some contacts with the janitorial services. They seemed more then willing to help, though I did catch a few of them leering at my breasts.
Davey: Yeah, well...if Simon inherited his help from the Fox family I'm willing to bet you are the first female they have seen in years.
Jason: The medics and resident Doctor hedged a bit, but said they will help in anyway they can. Though the doctor only said he would as a favor to Dr. Preston.
Davey: That's not surprising. Preston had to smooth things over with him more than once when I began to question the extent of his medical training.
Davey says nothing after, leaving the two in a state of silent wonder. They continue walking out to the parking lot nearing Davey's limo. Cass stops following him the closer they get.
Cass: So who won?
Davey stops abruptly turning back. He gives a dead pan look to Cass, before turning his attention to Jason who has moved towards her. He lets out a sigh
Davey: You two haven't figured it out yet?
The two look at each other with furrowed eyebrows before looking back at Davey with a singular head shake
Davey: As each day goes by they two of you do not instill me with confidence. Alright, listen. Cass, you are very strong and opinionated. You have your views and do not compromise them for anything. Jason, you are quiet and reserved. I know when an extreme situation occurs you will prevail with a cool head. Each of you possess qualities Preston has, unfortunately I hve also spent time alone with both of you and let me make this perfectly clear, I would rather put out a campfire with my face than endure that trial again. So since individual you each only have some qualities, I figure the two of you put together would make a half decent Preston 2.0. So congratulations Cass, Jason...you both won.
Cass: So what happens now?
Davey: Oh my dear Cass, so many things. For instance I am going to need you to schedule an IWF interview.
Cass: You don't give interviews.
Davey: Normally I don't, though I think it's time I step out of the shadows and back into the limelight. I need a proper forum to intellectually rip the roster asunder. Make sure you schedule it for next week. Jason, when we get back to The Casino I'm going to need you to call some real estate agencies and some banks in the Main area. I'll explain more when we get home but I am finally going to do something I have dreamed of doing for some time now. Expand.
Davey walks towards the limo opening the door and getting in, leaving Cass and Jason in the parking lot. Cass looks over at Jason who has the journals open reading. Cass knocks it out of his hands.
Cass: Will you stop that. You're not going to find any answers in that.
Jason: Don't be so sure. According to his journal this would be the first time two people have acted as his adviser.
Cass: Jason, this is the first time anyone else has been his adviser.
Jason: Good point. Still you don't find it a bit odd? The man who can't stand people suddenly decides to have two be his designated best friend?
Cass: I find a lot of things odd about him. I find it odd as anti social as he is he owns and operates a casino. I find it odd that a man who is already at odds with majority of the roster wants to go on a public forum to denounce the rest. Honestly after the last month this is not that shocking. I watched him fire someone for going to Burger King...and have seen like four doormen come and go.
Jason: Still after everything. All the times he said he only needed one person.
Cass: OK yes, I agree it is strange. Though that does not mean it is a bad thing. Maybe having two people around him will help his social skills.
Jason: Or he realized he was slipping and decided two people to keep him grounded was necessary.
Cass thinks about what she just heard, as if this thought had never crossed her mind. Jason bends down and picks up the journal, dusting it off before the backseat window of the limo rolls down and Davey pop his head out
Davey: Hey! Need I remind you that the two of you are officially on the clock. Dawdling is frowned upon!
Jason begins to move toward the limo before his arm is snagged by Cass, pulling him close.
Cass: We just need to keep an eye on him, I think we will know more once we get to The Casino.
Jason nods as the two hurry to the now open door of the limo. They quickly herd in as the limo slowly drives away.
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So plans went a little awry last Monday, though I still proved the concrete fact that brains bests brawn. I told Killian he would only be able to put lesser minds in his uninspired move and behold the tag team guy was the one to be caught and tap. Davey Ortega escaped unscathed and still walks down his path of redemption. Though the road is winding, long and even interconnected. I knew sooner or later I would run into someone who was walking down his own road. It just so happens that this man is a complete unknown to me. I guess he made his return match last week during the pre show, and won against one of the endless nameless copies of Hexx and Mimic.
And this gives you the right to stand opposite the ring with me?
Let me tell you something about me, when I debuted in IWF against Doc it wasn't on the pre show, it was smack dab in the middle of the card on Monday Night Sacrifice. I never had to cut my teeth or shake of ring rust going rounds with opponents who are not equipped mentally to set up a ring, let alone perform the craft. So let me assure you your little win over whats his name has no meaning to me. Three weeks ago, I defeated the first ever Heir to the Throne winner and first Imperial Champion in that ring. Three weeks ago you were still on standby for the roster of the new IWF video game.
So lets talk about the elephant in the room, your second match and you have earned your spot on Sacrifice, up against yours truly. I am not aware of your time before your return, nor can I really be bothered to check because just as I may be your biggest competition since initially arriving in IWF, you are nothing but a speck in my grand design, someone who is merely in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though don't worry, even innocent vessels have their purposes. When your a genius you can anticipate little blips such as yourself, and Stephen Kingsly. Who you may recall no longer graces our halls. Stephen served his purpose in the ring, or rather his screams did.
Joe Everyman was the first friend of his to fall and ever since it's been random people who hold zero ties to Spike. It's sound logic, I'm far less likely to lose control when it's the next guy to line up in the unemployment line opposite of me, a man with no ties to Spike, or anyone of importance for that matter. To bad for them, Spike, and most of all you...I am done plying with kid gloves. From now on I'm just going to pick a part my opponent one limb at a time until their is nothing left. Ryan I'm not aiming for a win, a three count only proves nothing except what we all know already, my superiority. No this week I am going to attack your neck, and weaken your arm. A flurry of precise assaults all leading up to one glorious ending. You are going to make history Ryan as you will be the first person to tap because he can no longer stand a Saturday Night Ride.
A message must be sent. A message to Spike, to the front office, and to Nero Blake. Monday night you will be left in that ring a bruised and crippled mess, wondering how someone so smart can be so damn vicious. Well, it was an unintended gift from a man I once called friend. A gift that has been eating away at me for years and needs to be shown. A glimpse of it glimmered three weeks ago but it's time to truly become soulless. Everyone will soon see what the very definition of brutality is, and you are the unlucky soul who must feel it first hand. Just know that I will feel no remorse for what I am going to do, and I will never apologize for the career altering turn you are about to undergo.
You brought it on yourself by agreeing to step in my way.
A-llonsy
Well howdy there pardner.