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Theo Pryce · **10-09-2013, 06:29 AM**

:: Less than 24 hours away from Theo Pryce’s debut match we find Theo in the Pryce Industries gym going to town on a punching back while Theo’s lackey Jimmy Durance holds it steady. ::

“You ready Mr. Pryce?”

“I sure am Jimmy. In fact, I’m downright giddy with excitement. It’s been a long two weeks waiting for tonight to finally arrive. And now I’ll get my chance to show people that I’m not just some rich as fuck playboy who has delusions of living out some childhood fantasy only to get bitch slapped right out of the ring. I didn’t join XWF because Triple H was my childhood idol. I joined XWF because it allows me to beat the shit out of people on a routine basis, legally I might add.”

“Good call Mr.Pryce. What do you think of your teammates tonight?”

“Honestly Jimmy, I think we have a damn good shot. The team we are facing is no bunch of slouches but between this Olive chick that seems to know what she is doing and Sin who is absolutely bat shit crazy, I think we’ve got a damn good shot. And if not, well, that’s what chairs and brass knuckles are for.”

“I like where your head is at Mr.Pryce. Speaking of, did you see the results from last night’s show? Crazy ending.”

“I only got to catch the tail end of it. Stupid fucking board meeting ran late. I swear to God, we need some new blood at that table. Those old fucks that have nothing to live for except those meetings see to it that they take as long as humanly possible. It’s maddening. I’d get rid of everyone of them if I could. But anyway I saw that crazy bastard John Madison defend his crown.”

“Did you see that crazy stuff with Sebastian Duke? The guy got absolutely destroyed by some group called “The Wildcards”. I don’t even know if he’s still alive. He looked pretty dead to me.”

“Well I seriously doubt they killed him on national TV. Something about that being illegal and all but who knows, some crazy shit happens on that show. There’s nothing like hanging a guy a hundred feet above the ring; only to start shooting arrows at him to really boost the show’s ratings.”

“Tell me about it, and one of those Wildcards is on your team for the Lethal Lottery.”

“Come again?”

“Didn’t you get my email last night? They announced the first three rounds of the Lethal Lottery. Cam Lang picked you for his team. Along with the Egyptian Snow Pharaoh and an as yet to be named 4th member. “

“No Jimmy, obviously I didn’t get your email, otherwise I would have responded, or at the very least, said something to you this morning.”

“Yeah I was wondering about that.”

“Oh you were wondering about that...what the fuck Jimmy? I just gave you a raise; the fucking least you could do is make the fuck sure that I get important fucking information like this in a timely fucking fashion.”

:: Jimmy puts his head down and out of nowhere Theo delivers a Superkick to the punching bag that sends an unsuspecting Jimmy to the floor. ::

“Grab you shit Jimmy, you good for nothing. We’re going upstairs. I need a shower.”

“Theo makes a beeline for the elevator and using his thumb on the scanner opens the door and starts pushing the button to take him up to his office. The door closes as Theo watches Jimmy fumble to gather his things and then start running towards the elevator only for the door to close in his face. ::

“Guess he’ll have to take the next one. Fucking good for nothing fuck.”

:: A moment after the doors closed in Jimmy’s face the elevator reaches its destination, Theo’s office. Theo steps out of the elevator and drops his bag next to the elevator door. He grabs the remote off the side arm of the couch and turns the television on. He flips through his DVR’d shows and sees there is an episode of Sons of Anarchy on there. ::

“And I missed an episode of SoA…son of a bitch. Last night went to total shit.”

:: Just as Theo starts removing his clothes the doors to his office open up and Erica Rayner VP of Operations is standing there with a pissed off look on her face, not too different from how she often looks when dealing with her boss. ::

“Christ Erica, you almost caught me completely naked, did you think about knocking perhaps, or having that idiot Secretary I have checking with me on the phone to see if I was taking visitors right now.”

“I don’t need to check with your Secretary to see if you are taking visitors at the moment, in fact, even if you aren’t, that won’t stop me. You know that, so stop pretending like you have some special power over me.”

“You are so God damn lucky that you are good at your job…”

“Or what, you’ll fire me? I thought we covered that already. You can’t.”

“Oh no Erica, see, I am over that little cock up the ass. In fact, if the day ever comes where I am completely done with you well then I have a plan in mind. And no, it doesn’t involve paying off the Directors to get them to vote in my favor so don’t even bother asking me about that. Just know that I have it figured out. And you know, better than anyone what I can do when I apply myself, and just how much of a devious bastard I can be when pushed.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Anyway, now that I’ve got you all worked up, did you burst into my office with a purpose or are you just here hoping to catch a sneak peek?”

“You wish.”

“Trust me when I say I don’t.”

“Whatever you say Theo; anyway, I came up here to see if you were really going to do this?”

“If by this, you mean show up for my first match and do whatever I need to, to win it, then yes, I am really going to do this. And then I am going to do it again at the next show, and the next show, and the next show and I’ll keep doing it until I decide that I don’t want to do it anymore. Because that’s what I do Erica. I do what I want. And the best part is, you will be there at ring side to watch.”

“I most certainly will not.”

“Oh Erica, once again thinking you have a choice. I may not be able to fire you but we both know that you do still work for me and part of that entails doing what I ask you to, and on occasion, when I’m really in a mood, doing what I tell you to, whether you like it or not. And tonight you will be there at ring side. Now please, if you don’t mind I’d like to take a shower. Oh and by the way, we are leaving here in 3 hours to go to the airfield. So do whatever you need to but see to it that you are there.”

:: As Theo turns his back to Erica and heads towards the shower a voice comes over the speaker on his phone. The voice belongs to Brooke, or as Theo likes to call her “Not Leslie.” ::

“Mr Pryce. A women claiming to be Xtreme Wrestling’s Greatest Sin is here to see you.”

“Send her in.”

“Theo glances over to Erica just in time to gauge her initial reaction to the news that Sin is back in the building. Her face is part disgust and part frustration, neither of which elicits a response from Theo. ::

“What does she want?”

“She’s just here for some last minute strategizing, is that a problem for you?”

“No but I would like to know when a murder is going to be in the building.”

“Those in glass houses Erica…and this place, this place is made with a lot of glass. See you down stairs in 3 hours. Oh, and Sin will be joining us for the plane ride to the show.”

:: As Erica makes her way out of the office Sin enters, the two share a cold stare at each other, though Sin’s is accompanied with a sarcastic smile. ::

“Good to see you again darling. And you Theo, how’s my favorite spoiled rich guy?”

“I’m fine Sin thanks. I was just about to hop in the shower. Care to join me?”

“I just did my nails, but thanks for the offer.”

“No you didn’t, I can see them from here. They look exactly the same as the other day, actually, they look worse.”

“You’re right; I didn’t just finish my nails. I was just trying to be nice about saying no.”

“Like a knife through the heart Sin. Like a knife through the heart.”

:: Theo turns and enters the his private bathroom leaving Sin to wonder if Theo knows about her past indiscretions, he certainly has the money and resources to discover the truth or if perhaps his comment was just an unwelcomed coincidence. ::

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