Post by turbo on Jan 12, 2009 3:36:37 GMT -5
The news was plain right in front of him for his viewing. He'd been studying GCW.com for days now. The roster of those signees, laughing about a blank photograph next to "TurboNegro" before GCW.com went under it's new launch. Running his hand through his hair, a small chuckle escaped his breathes. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking there, boy?" asked the tinny voice over his speaker phone. The cell sit upon the desk, lit up, Roman's number dialed.
"I'd have to be a fool if I wasn't thinking it, Roman..." he sighed back, "I've had three of those belts. Would be nice to have another one added to my collection, hm? Especially when one of those reigns started at season start, and ended at season end. It'd be a nice little repeat, you think?"
"Yeah... Just watch what you drink this time..." Roman replied, sarcastically. The Iron Man match heard 'round the world is exactly what he knew his client was referring to. "Wouldn't want another senseless war breaking out..."
"Come, now, Roman... sheesh. We're how old now? I'll promise you this very instant that I'd be doing my "getting even" with each and every pissant that steps in front of me if that were to happen again...
Besides," he paused for a moment. "I gotta see what the old runnin' buddy is up for..."
"Ah, yes..." Roman said, leaning back in his chair, "... what about him, anyways. I'm sure he knows that you're alive by this point..."
"Of course. And I saw by the look in his eyes that, before this little variable came up? He'd be more than willing to shock the world to have me follow him out to the ring to whip some stupid team's ass. But, again...
... This is a World Championship we're talking about here, Roman."
"I'm aware. Especially since this would do good to replace your depleted funds, sir."
"Heh, if I cared about them..." "Turbo" replied. "It's a refreshing change of pace. I just hope, well, know, that those who have my money now have changed their lives with it, improved their standards, and hell,
...Amanda even started try number two with it. I think that's some money well spent..."
"Money well spent is me, sir... and I'll tell you what. Get in that tournament. Win. Start making your money back so I can go and make my next star, alright? I know full well you don't need your hand held, as I know full well your use for me is done. Get in there, win the big pot, get me out. There's more money to be made now that I've gotten you your contract, the only thing left from you is my Championship bonus..."
"I'm so glad you care about the direction of my career, Roman..."
"We're in a recession. I'm looking out for numero uno. And that includes more opportunities."
"I'll keep that in mind. Just as I'm sure to keep in mind the absence of Mr. Storm and the opportunity it opens up right before my eyes. I'd keep you posted, but fuck it. I'd rather you see what I'm going to do at just the same time as everybody else."
He doesn't allow Roman the grace period to reply, pushing the "End" button on his phone. The web page in front of him closes.
"I'd have to be a fool if I wasn't thinking it, Roman..." he sighed back, "I've had three of those belts. Would be nice to have another one added to my collection, hm? Especially when one of those reigns started at season start, and ended at season end. It'd be a nice little repeat, you think?"
"Yeah... Just watch what you drink this time..." Roman replied, sarcastically. The Iron Man match heard 'round the world is exactly what he knew his client was referring to. "Wouldn't want another senseless war breaking out..."
"Come, now, Roman... sheesh. We're how old now? I'll promise you this very instant that I'd be doing my "getting even" with each and every pissant that steps in front of me if that were to happen again...
Besides," he paused for a moment. "I gotta see what the old runnin' buddy is up for..."
"Ah, yes..." Roman said, leaning back in his chair, "... what about him, anyways. I'm sure he knows that you're alive by this point..."
"Of course. And I saw by the look in his eyes that, before this little variable came up? He'd be more than willing to shock the world to have me follow him out to the ring to whip some stupid team's ass. But, again...
... This is a World Championship we're talking about here, Roman."
"I'm aware. Especially since this would do good to replace your depleted funds, sir."
"Heh, if I cared about them..." "Turbo" replied. "It's a refreshing change of pace. I just hope, well, know, that those who have my money now have changed their lives with it, improved their standards, and hell,
...Amanda even started try number two with it. I think that's some money well spent..."
"Money well spent is me, sir... and I'll tell you what. Get in that tournament. Win. Start making your money back so I can go and make my next star, alright? I know full well you don't need your hand held, as I know full well your use for me is done. Get in there, win the big pot, get me out. There's more money to be made now that I've gotten you your contract, the only thing left from you is my Championship bonus..."
"I'm so glad you care about the direction of my career, Roman..."
"We're in a recession. I'm looking out for numero uno. And that includes more opportunities."
"I'll keep that in mind. Just as I'm sure to keep in mind the absence of Mr. Storm and the opportunity it opens up right before my eyes. I'd keep you posted, but fuck it. I'd rather you see what I'm going to do at just the same time as everybody else."
He doesn't allow Roman the grace period to reply, pushing the "End" button on his phone. The web page in front of him closes.