01-15-2014, 05:10 AM
Pryce Towers
There’s an old saying, its one part cliché and one part lame, the saying goes “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.” Until recently that phrase never applied to someone like Theo Pryce, that was because until recently there was never someone that could in any way be perceived as a threat whether that was on the baseball diamond growing up, at the negotiating table in Pryce Industries or in the ring of the XWF, until recently.
The XWF’s H.O.T. new “superstar” Haden Oliver Thomas has decided to leave the comforts of his Las Vegas home to step into the ring of the XWF.
“Mr. Pryce you have a phone call.” The voice of Theo’s newest young female secretary says over his phone’s speaker.
“Who is it?”
“He said his name was Paul Heyman.”
“Patch it through.”
Theo hits the “Intercom” button on his phone to end the session with his secretary, a second later his phone starts ringing and in typical Theo fashion, he waits a few seconds before hitting the “Speaker” button, so as to not make Paul think that he is all that eager to speak to him.
“Paul, what unfortunate event has occurred in your life that you would find yourself calling me, you looking for more handouts you greedy fuck, oh wait, maybe you need a job? I heard you just got fired. Way to go asshole. You have a habit of hitching yourself to the wrong wagon. First LJ Havok, then Morgan Eldred. You truly do have a remarkable eye for talent.”
“Your words are hurtful Theo. Truly hurtful. I thought you and I had an understanding. I would give you a job on Madness and you would shut the fuck up.”
“Look at you, sounds like your balls have finally dropped.”
“You would like that wouldn’t you?”
“No Paul, I wouldn’t. But as it turns out, I don’t need a job on Madness anymore, seeing as how I have one and you don’t? Seriously thought, how much you looking for?”
“I’m not looking for your money Theo, I’ve found myself a new cash cow, and let me tell you something, he’s H.O.T.”
“Well that’s great Paul, I’m glad you’ve finally come out of the closet, I assume of course that it was a walk in closet based on your obvious girth.”
“You think you’re so funny Theo, you can just say whatever you want without consequences…”
“Pretty much.”
“Well guess what fuck head, one of my final acts as the full time overseer of Madness was to make sure that you get to defend your crown, or your chain or whatever the fuck it is that you have on Madness.”
“That’s great Paul. I’m not Peter Gilmour, I don’t skirt fights, I don’t need people to fight for me either. So tell me who is it this time? Griffin MacAlister? Neonero? Another Mystery Man that you won’t reveal to me? Go ahead Paul, do your best.”
“Nothing so grandiose. Remember that new cash cow I mentioned, well this guy might actually have more money than you, he’s even approached Shane about buying the XWF.”
“Well if he does happen to have more money than me, which is doubtful, he certainly won’t for long if he invests it in the XWF. But go on, tell me more about this unfortunate asshole.”
“His name is Haden Oliver Thomas and he’s a self-starter based out of Las Vegas. He’s a lot like you, except less arrogant.”
“Impossible.”
“To which point are you arguing? That he’s a lot like you or that he’s less arrogant?”
“Either, both. Look here’s the deal Fatty, you don't mind if I call you Fatty do you? After all Gilmour is skinny still and making fun of Barney is like making fun of a kid at the Special Olympics. It may be funny in your head but when you say it out loud it’s just wrong. So Fatty, here’s the deal. This Oliver Thomas…”
“It’s Haden Oliver Thomas.”
“His name is whatever the fuck I deem it to be. If I want to call him Oliver I will. If I want to call him Haden I will. If I want to call him the “next guy to get his ass handed to him by my hand” than I will call him that as well. Just like I will call you Fatty because neither he nor you can do a motherfucking thing about it. So stop acting like you are a tough guy. Easy to do when you are being forced out while your protégé runs things. I’m sure if you were still the mouth piece of Madness you wouldn’t be speaking to me this way. You and I both know that. So cut the act fat boy.”
“Fuck you Theo.”
“Are we done here?”
“I suppose we are. Enjoy your reign, it’s about to come to an…”
Theo slams his fist onto his phone, at least in part catching the “Speaker” button which ends his call with Paul mid-sentence. Theo walks over to his bar, grabs a glass and puts about two fingers worth of Whiskey in the glass. Instead of sipping it as he often does Theo just downs it like it was water and then pours himself another glass, a little more full than the last one. He then walks back over to his phone, hits the “Intercom” button and then presses “3-5-6” the extension for Jimmy Durance. The phone rings twice before Jimmy picks up.
“Yes Mr. Pryce.”
“Get up here, bring a pen and paper with you.”
“Yes sir, right away sir.”
While waiting for Jimmy to make his way up to the executive floor from the little janitor’s closet that Theo calls his office, Theo paces around his own spacious office, it’s not the prospect of some new face in the XWF that bugs him, or that this guy’s first match will be for the title of “King of the XWF”, no, what is bugging Theo is that there is potentially another person in the XWF with the money and power to upend Theo’s plans. To be the proverbial cog in the gears. And that prospect has Theo’s mind racing, contingency plans are already starting to form in his head. But before any of that can happen, he needs to know more about this Haden Oliver Thomas. It’s entirely possible that Heyman was exaggerating, it’s also possible he was, for once being truthful, either way, Paul knew that his words would have an impact on Theo one way or the other. After about 5 minutes of pacing and drinking Jimmy Durance makes his way into the office, pen and paper in hand.
“Took you long enough.”
“I got here as fast as I could sir.”
“Sounds like you need to start some workout regimen so that you can move faster. Maybe I’ll send you to the Arizona Cardinals training camp next year. I’m sure you would love to be in a big open shower with 30 oversized black men.”
“I think I will manage just fine without the camp.”
“It’s cute that you think I was giving you an option. But on to serious business, I want to gather as much information as you can on Haden Oliver Thomas.”
“Who is Haden Oliver Thomas?”
“Are you kidding me? That's why I called you up here, I want you to find out and tell me. But supposedly he is some asshole who has money and likes to flaunt it apparently. I hate people like that. And why are you not writing this down?”
“……..”
“I want you to find out where his money came from, is it new money or old money? What does he spend it on? Where does he lay his head at night, what does he do for fun, Is he like you or is he like Nova?”
“You mean like an alien sir?”
“No as in, is he a homo or does he like women?"
“Why does that matter?"
"Because I said it did, if this asshole has as much money as Paul says he does than being gay is bad for business. Trust me on that."
"Ahhh, I got you."
“About fucking time. Also why did he join the XWF? Supposedly he is trying to buy the XWF. Find out how far the negotiations have gone, if anywhere at all. I can’t imagine Shane selling this place, it’s his life. Well that and his potatoes.”
“Anything else sir?”
“Yeah Jimmy. Get me some lunch.”
“Where from sir?”
“Sushi. I’m in the mood for sushi.”
“Anything in particular sir?”
“Miso Soup, Spicy Scallop Roll, White Tuna Roll, Paradise Roll and some Edamame. Get something for yourself but bring mine here and then go eat yours by yourself. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Now go.”
Theo continues drinking his whiskey and pacing around his office anxious to hear what Jimmy comes up with from his little foray into the investigative world. In the interim Theo walks over to his computer, fires it up and immediately goes to the XWF website to check the January 20th Madness Card. Sure enough, he is booked in a match vs some rookie looking to get his first taste of greatness. Fortunately Theo isn’t drunk enough and is able to read the fine print at the end. The King gets to name his own stipulation…intriguing.
“Well I am the King right? And every King needs a Court Jester. So here it is, Haden Oliver Thomas, when you lose your debut match, and you will lose you will become my personal Court Jester for a period of two weeks. What does being my personal Court Jester entail? Some singing, some dancing, maybe some magic, a little story telling. I might even have you dip Jimmy’s balls in hot candle wax if you are really lucky, oh and you will have to do it all in full Court Jester attire. Yeah, yeah I think that is what we will go with. If I lose, well, I won’t lose but if I did, you would get “The Chain.” I think that might be enough for you. Welcome to the big time, I hope you brought your dancing shoes.”
Fin.
There’s an old saying, its one part cliché and one part lame, the saying goes “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.” Until recently that phrase never applied to someone like Theo Pryce, that was because until recently there was never someone that could in any way be perceived as a threat whether that was on the baseball diamond growing up, at the negotiating table in Pryce Industries or in the ring of the XWF, until recently.
The XWF’s H.O.T. new “superstar” Haden Oliver Thomas has decided to leave the comforts of his Las Vegas home to step into the ring of the XWF.
“Mr. Pryce you have a phone call.” The voice of Theo’s newest young female secretary says over his phone’s speaker.
“Who is it?”
“He said his name was Paul Heyman.”
“Patch it through.”
Theo hits the “Intercom” button on his phone to end the session with his secretary, a second later his phone starts ringing and in typical Theo fashion, he waits a few seconds before hitting the “Speaker” button, so as to not make Paul think that he is all that eager to speak to him.
“Paul, what unfortunate event has occurred in your life that you would find yourself calling me, you looking for more handouts you greedy fuck, oh wait, maybe you need a job? I heard you just got fired. Way to go asshole. You have a habit of hitching yourself to the wrong wagon. First LJ Havok, then Morgan Eldred. You truly do have a remarkable eye for talent.”
“Your words are hurtful Theo. Truly hurtful. I thought you and I had an understanding. I would give you a job on Madness and you would shut the fuck up.”
“Look at you, sounds like your balls have finally dropped.”
“You would like that wouldn’t you?”
“No Paul, I wouldn’t. But as it turns out, I don’t need a job on Madness anymore, seeing as how I have one and you don’t? Seriously thought, how much you looking for?”
“I’m not looking for your money Theo, I’ve found myself a new cash cow, and let me tell you something, he’s H.O.T.”
“Well that’s great Paul, I’m glad you’ve finally come out of the closet, I assume of course that it was a walk in closet based on your obvious girth.”
“You think you’re so funny Theo, you can just say whatever you want without consequences…”
“Pretty much.”
“Well guess what fuck head, one of my final acts as the full time overseer of Madness was to make sure that you get to defend your crown, or your chain or whatever the fuck it is that you have on Madness.”
“That’s great Paul. I’m not Peter Gilmour, I don’t skirt fights, I don’t need people to fight for me either. So tell me who is it this time? Griffin MacAlister? Neonero? Another Mystery Man that you won’t reveal to me? Go ahead Paul, do your best.”
“Nothing so grandiose. Remember that new cash cow I mentioned, well this guy might actually have more money than you, he’s even approached Shane about buying the XWF.”
“Well if he does happen to have more money than me, which is doubtful, he certainly won’t for long if he invests it in the XWF. But go on, tell me more about this unfortunate asshole.”
“His name is Haden Oliver Thomas and he’s a self-starter based out of Las Vegas. He’s a lot like you, except less arrogant.”
“Impossible.”
“To which point are you arguing? That he’s a lot like you or that he’s less arrogant?”
“Either, both. Look here’s the deal Fatty, you don't mind if I call you Fatty do you? After all Gilmour is skinny still and making fun of Barney is like making fun of a kid at the Special Olympics. It may be funny in your head but when you say it out loud it’s just wrong. So Fatty, here’s the deal. This Oliver Thomas…”
“It’s Haden Oliver Thomas.”
“His name is whatever the fuck I deem it to be. If I want to call him Oliver I will. If I want to call him Haden I will. If I want to call him the “next guy to get his ass handed to him by my hand” than I will call him that as well. Just like I will call you Fatty because neither he nor you can do a motherfucking thing about it. So stop acting like you are a tough guy. Easy to do when you are being forced out while your protégé runs things. I’m sure if you were still the mouth piece of Madness you wouldn’t be speaking to me this way. You and I both know that. So cut the act fat boy.”
“Fuck you Theo.”
“Are we done here?”
“I suppose we are. Enjoy your reign, it’s about to come to an…”
Theo slams his fist onto his phone, at least in part catching the “Speaker” button which ends his call with Paul mid-sentence. Theo walks over to his bar, grabs a glass and puts about two fingers worth of Whiskey in the glass. Instead of sipping it as he often does Theo just downs it like it was water and then pours himself another glass, a little more full than the last one. He then walks back over to his phone, hits the “Intercom” button and then presses “3-5-6” the extension for Jimmy Durance. The phone rings twice before Jimmy picks up.
“Yes Mr. Pryce.”
“Get up here, bring a pen and paper with you.”
“Yes sir, right away sir.”
While waiting for Jimmy to make his way up to the executive floor from the little janitor’s closet that Theo calls his office, Theo paces around his own spacious office, it’s not the prospect of some new face in the XWF that bugs him, or that this guy’s first match will be for the title of “King of the XWF”, no, what is bugging Theo is that there is potentially another person in the XWF with the money and power to upend Theo’s plans. To be the proverbial cog in the gears. And that prospect has Theo’s mind racing, contingency plans are already starting to form in his head. But before any of that can happen, he needs to know more about this Haden Oliver Thomas. It’s entirely possible that Heyman was exaggerating, it’s also possible he was, for once being truthful, either way, Paul knew that his words would have an impact on Theo one way or the other. After about 5 minutes of pacing and drinking Jimmy Durance makes his way into the office, pen and paper in hand.
“Took you long enough.”
“I got here as fast as I could sir.”
“Sounds like you need to start some workout regimen so that you can move faster. Maybe I’ll send you to the Arizona Cardinals training camp next year. I’m sure you would love to be in a big open shower with 30 oversized black men.”
“I think I will manage just fine without the camp.”
“It’s cute that you think I was giving you an option. But on to serious business, I want to gather as much information as you can on Haden Oliver Thomas.”
“Who is Haden Oliver Thomas?”
“Are you kidding me? That's why I called you up here, I want you to find out and tell me. But supposedly he is some asshole who has money and likes to flaunt it apparently. I hate people like that. And why are you not writing this down?”
“……..”
“I want you to find out where his money came from, is it new money or old money? What does he spend it on? Where does he lay his head at night, what does he do for fun, Is he like you or is he like Nova?”
“You mean like an alien sir?”
“No as in, is he a homo or does he like women?"
“Why does that matter?"
"Because I said it did, if this asshole has as much money as Paul says he does than being gay is bad for business. Trust me on that."
"Ahhh, I got you."
“About fucking time. Also why did he join the XWF? Supposedly he is trying to buy the XWF. Find out how far the negotiations have gone, if anywhere at all. I can’t imagine Shane selling this place, it’s his life. Well that and his potatoes.”
“Anything else sir?”
“Yeah Jimmy. Get me some lunch.”
“Where from sir?”
“Sushi. I’m in the mood for sushi.”
“Anything in particular sir?”
“Miso Soup, Spicy Scallop Roll, White Tuna Roll, Paradise Roll and some Edamame. Get something for yourself but bring mine here and then go eat yours by yourself. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Now go.”
Theo continues drinking his whiskey and pacing around his office anxious to hear what Jimmy comes up with from his little foray into the investigative world. In the interim Theo walks over to his computer, fires it up and immediately goes to the XWF website to check the January 20th Madness Card. Sure enough, he is booked in a match vs some rookie looking to get his first taste of greatness. Fortunately Theo isn’t drunk enough and is able to read the fine print at the end. The King gets to name his own stipulation…intriguing.
“Well I am the King right? And every King needs a Court Jester. So here it is, Haden Oliver Thomas, when you lose your debut match, and you will lose you will become my personal Court Jester for a period of two weeks. What does being my personal Court Jester entail? Some singing, some dancing, maybe some magic, a little story telling. I might even have you dip Jimmy’s balls in hot candle wax if you are really lucky, oh and you will have to do it all in full Court Jester attire. Yeah, yeah I think that is what we will go with. If I lose, well, I won’t lose but if I did, you would get “The Chain.” I think that might be enough for you. Welcome to the big time, I hope you brought your dancing shoes.”
Fin.