08-28-2014, 12:19 AM
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The loud roar of the crowd inside University of Phoenix Stadium proved the resounding approval of the three day event that was being broadcast from Phoenix, Arizona. The event was working its way through the motions, putting on sensational match after sensational match for the faithful XWF fans residing in the Valley of the Sun. It is up in the exquisite corporate suites that one female individual peers down amongst performers, referees, announcers, and fans a like. Her legs are crossed, as she appears to be patiently awaiting something. Soon another individual appears beside her with a glass of champagne in hand. The man holding the glass peers down at the ring and then to her eagerly.
“Have you enjoyed your evening thus far Miss Marie? You are in the final night of Relentless and getting to see the best of what X-treme Wrestling Federation has to offer.” -Peyton Wayans
The petite blonde, possibly in her early to mid thirties, turns to look at this man and notices the glass of champagne in his hand. A smirk crawls on to her features, and she grasps the glass in her left hand. After taking a short sip, she looks back out to the action before an answer escapes her lips.
“Well Peyton, I can tell you this. If this is the best X-treme Wrestling Federation has to offer, then I am beginning to worry convincing Chris out of retirement may not be an accomplishment tonight.” -Lana Marie
Peyton is a bit taken back the comment made from the woman before him. He knew the competition brought forth by the company that he works for it, and it is surely some of the best in the world. Clearing his throat, he heads back towards the bar in the suite to find his own drink. The small glass of scotch resting on the counter is quickly taken and drunken from by the rattled young assistant.
“I can assure you Miss Marie, your client will find each and every foe here in the XWF to be formidable. We scour the globe to find the best wrestlers and performers to bring under our ranks. Per-” -Peyton Wayans
“You can save your breath on the sales pitch Peyton, we have heard it all before from countless other federations. You should consider yourself lucky that your company happens to be holding an event in his home town or he probably wouldn't even be giving you a second look. I wonder what is keeping him from being here, this is the night he said he wanted to attend after all.” -Lana Marie
The young assistant was angered that she had cut him off so abruptly, and was beginning to drowned himself in his glass of scotch to keep from snapping at her rudeness. He watched as she checked her cell phone beside her, and took the hint when she sighed that this Char Fame character had yet to get back to her. It was then that door to the suite opened up, and the man of the hour stepped in. Peyton eyed the well fit man up and down, taking in his total appearance. The dark blue jeans fit loosely at the bottom of his legs, but tightened up as they made its way up his muscular thighs. The red Arizona Cardinals t-shirt sat comfortably on his torso tucked under neath his black leather jacket. This attire caused Peyton to raise an eye brow at the man, being that it is over 100 degrees outside even at this time of night.
“Lana, there you are! You have some serious explaining to do. You told me that this company was the one for me, and that I would actually find respectable competition here. I haven't seen anything but bull shit and crotch head butts. Is this really the best you can do for me after all these years?” -Chris Fame
“Now hold on-” -Peyton Wayans
“You're not Lana, so why are you speaking? Exactly, you shouldn't be.” -Chris Fame
Peyton nearly drops the glass from his hand from the glare given to him by the new comer. Fame simply shakes his head, and looks back at the woman supposedly meaning to represent him in his professional affairs. Lana sighs, stands up, and takes another sip of her champagne before turning to face her agitated client.
“Well, it is about damn time you show up here. I was getting tired of having to carry on small talk with this kid. I know, I know, some of the talent here isn't really up to your standards but there are some bright spots.” -Lana Marie
“Bright spots? I am supposed to come out of retirement for a FEW bright spots? This is where you are telling me your joking, and the real organization is actually coming next week.” -Chris Fame
“No Chris, unfortunately when you decide to suddenly come out of retirement and wrestle again, people don't just flock to you like they did four years ago. You're almost thirty now, and since you burned the bridges with so many other federations, it makes our options rather limited.” -Lana Marie
Fame sneers at his agent before turning to the bar that Peyton is quietly standing beside, obviously too scared to even get a word in. Pulling a glass from the cupboards, and grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels No. 7 from the counter, he begins to pour himself a drink. During this time, he turns his attention to the intern putting down scotch.
“The least they could have done is send somebody with a little bit more credibility than this kid. He doesn't even have a name tag for fucks sake.” -Chris Fame
As if on command Peyton's hand quickly went to wipe his hand dry from the condensation presented by both the glass and his sweat. He extended it out to Fame as if to introduce himself to the potential superstar, but Fame simply turns towards the small fridge to retrieve some ice for his drink. Peyton looks up at Lana as if unsure what to do, but she simply waves him off.
“Alright kid, so you have managed to get me all the way down here. You have obviously irritated my agent here, and got on my nerves the minute I stepped in the door. With all of that, I would say you have approximately one, maybe two, drinks to convince of why I should sign up here in XWF. Make it good, because I can easily walk down the road to another promotion with twice the talent and half the bullshit.” -Chris Fame
Before Peyton could even set his drink down on the counter, Fame was turned and giving him a glare that could burn a hole in his forehead. He takes a deep breath, looks up at Chris Fame, and sets his drink down on the counter. Lana quickly takes a seat on one of the bar stools, and begins to flick through a variety of her instagram pictures. Peyton walks over to his briefcase full of papers, and pulls out the brochure his boss had given him to present to Fame. However, unfortunately for this young intern, once he got back to the bar Fame reached across and grabbed the brochure. Fame took one look at it, ripped the brochure into two pieces, and tossed it over his shoulder into the sink. The shock alone from what happened brought a pause to Peyton, and he took a couple seconds to gather himself.
“I didn't ask for a sales pitch, I am not buying a condominium in the Dominican. Tell me, why should I sign the dotted line for XWF?” -Chris Fame
“Well, sir, since you were such an asshole and ripped up all my information, I guess the best reason I can tell you for why you should sign on here is so that you can get your ass kicked respectively. With an attitude like yours, I can assure you within a week there will be men in the locker room lining up to teach you a lesson. I can't say I would be disappointed to see that.” -Peyton Wayans
The tension in the room reached a a thick level as the last words left Peyton's lips. The two men in the room stared across from each other for almost a whole minute before any action was taken. Eventually Fame simply looked down at his glass of Jack Daniels, and downed the warm liquid in short order. He looked up at the intern, and smirked.
“Look at you. I finally pushed the right button to get you over the edge, and that is how you respond. I have to say I am impressed, because you right there showed more back bone than over half the men I encountered while touring the locker rooms below. Maybe you should be the one heading this line of people that would be kicking my ass, you'd probably fare better than the rest anyway. As you can see, I am one drink down and not entirely convinced this place is worth my time. I have been in this business a long time, and know a federation has an opening match ready to present to ever superstar entering negotiations. What is it the XWF can offer me for my very first night in the ring?” -Chris Fame
Peyton has a very small smirk on his face, as he actually received a compliment from the vulgar star before him. When questioned about the possible debut match he begins to turn to head back to his briefcase, but Fame reaches across to grab his arm. The two lock eyes again, and Fame shakes his head to indicate that the briefcase over there won't help him any. It is now that Peyton curses himself under his breath for not memorizing the offer sheet given to him by his boss. The young intern straightens his posture, and takes another sip of scotch to take off the edge. He looks around the small suite and spots a picture of a battle royal that had been held here years back by a former federation.
“Well, that was very well discussed topic by the higher ups of this company. We all know about your pedigree in this industry, but we also know about your history outside of the ring. It took a lot of mulling over, but it was eventually determined that you would be put into a battle royal on the next edition of Madness along with various other new comers and others. Names like LH Harrison, Doctor Louis D'ville, Kaiser, and Kristen Silver were thrown around. Those are the mentionables that have actually been here longer than a week. I believe the only new comer worth noting off the top of my head is a guy by the name of James Shelby. How does that sound?” -Peyton Wayans
“Wait, isn't LH Harrison the one who got head butted in the crotch like five times a night or two ago? That is the competition you give me for my first night? Well shit, I am insulted by the fact that you are opening me up in a battle royal, but even more so knowing that it isn't holding shit for competition.” -Chris Fame
“Well to be fair, this Louis D'ville character did apparently win his match here at Relentless. That is more than you can say about yourself here tonight Chris.” -Lana Marie
Fame glared at this agent, but didn't make any insulting remarks in her direction. Peyton noticed this, and was a bit amazed by the marginal control this woman had over Fame's attitude. His attention was quickly drawn back to him as Fame began speaking again. The superstar was half way through his second drink, so he knew he had to get Fame to agree soon.
“The Doctor is not of my concern, as he seems to be more concerned about having someone to talk to. All I hear about him is that he is some self-proclaimed Doctor of Helping People. Him and his little boy Benjamin will have their handsful IF I decide to step into the ring in this ridiculous match. He is all about communication being key, but I have a different outlook on life. Put up, or shut up is a mantra beat into me over the years in this industry. The Doctor better be ready to do just that if we lock it up. Now James Shelby you? He is new, so what more can be said about the kid? I just hope he isn't living the past come the first of September.” -Chris Fame
“So does that mean you will be signing with us here in XWF? I can't-” -Peyton Wayans
Peyton is cut off yet again by Fame, but this time it doesn't sting as bad as it had in the past. He contributes this to possibly the alcohol in his system
“What I said doesn't mean a damn thing. You expect me to lower myself to the level of curtain jerking battle royals for empty seats? Everyone knows half the crowd doesn't arrive til two matches in anyway.” -Chris Fame
“What if I say that the winner receives a television title shot?” -Peyton Wayans
“Now you have my attention Patrick. You shall see me in Columbus.” - Chris Fame
With that Fame downs the last of his Jack, and is out the door before Peyton can even correct him on his name. He sighs, and looks back at Lana who is already on her feet gathering her things to leave as well. The roar of the crowd is going on behind them as the main event is just getting under way for Relentless.
“That guy is a piece of work. Is he always that arrogant? Wait, where are you going? I need you to sign the papers.” -Peyton Wayans
Lana laughs at the young man, and begins to walk towards the door. As she passes the young man who is visibly tipsy from the amount of Scotch he has consumed since arriving. She placed her hand on his unsteady shoulder and smiled at the kid.
“You did good kid, they couldn't of sent anyone better. Have your people call my people, and we will get those papers signed before the first. This is just the genesis Peyton, the whole XWF world is about to be turned on its head.” -Lana Marie
With that Lana makes her way out of the suite to leave Peyton alone to his own devices. Unsteadily he stumbles over to the glass that separates himself from the rest of the arena. Inside the ring, the main event of the XWF is taking place, but in his head all that he can think about is that he may possibly have signed the biggest star XWF will ever see. With one fist pump, he collapses onto the comfortable chair behind and smiles as the rest of the night fades out.