Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 11:36:25 GMT -6
“God's Gift” Jeremiah Vastrix stands in front of a window with his hands carefully folded behind his back. The view from his office on the Ninety-Seventh floor of the Sears Tower (yes, they call it Willis Tower now, but screw them.) was fabulous. The office he stood in was a corner office and he faced out through the East window. If it was morning, he'd have a glorious view of the sunrise.
He's had his staff go through the office with a fine tooth comb these past few days to ensure that nothing of crucial need was going to be left in the office come NEW's Ignite 200 that was going to feature a match tearing through the tower from the top to the bottom.
It didn't mean that the match was going to tear through his office, but best to make sure that no secrets would be left behind should someone...anyone...go through his office after the match promises to destroy half of it.
Not that he really has to worry about espionage from rival companies so much as Warhammer's black ops division has a bloodthirsty reputation that many do not want to touch. However...member companies and individuals within the company is another story. There are many who wish the Vastrix Clan harm and would like to see Jeremiah Vastrix fall as he is the last legitimate heir to the throne.
It is throne because the Warhammer stock is not bought and sold as per normal stock. The stock of member companies is bought and sold. Warhammer stock is either inherited or given as a gift by the CEO if there is no heir. And thus, the power structure of the Warhammer Corporation has remained essentially the same as it has for centuries. Six Directors, each in charge of a different continent, with a member of the Vastrix Clan in charge of it all.
Jeremiah walks over to look at the card listing. He was a part of the “Battle 4 Chicago” match that will tear through the skyscraper like some twisted violent party. If he wins this match, he will get a World title shot.
A quick look at the list of people he will be facing in the match Austin Impact, Bradley James, Roger Wright, Dravaka Drimstone, Devin Stone, Matt Haven, and Kuapena Yoon. He had gone through their biographies that were on file. They were either horrifyingly basic or incomplete.
The only one of the list with NEW World championship listed with their history is Roger Wright. It was enough to make him a threat, but not enough to make him a focus of his attention. None of them were to be really frank. They no doubt all had championship belts around their waists at some point in their lives. They all think that they're the best at what they do and will go on to win the title shot.
Jeremiah shakes his head with a chuckle, walking over to the wall where he has his bar set up. He selects a high priced anejo tequila and pours himself a glass over ice. He sips at it while looking at the basic plans of the entire tower that he has on the wall. Not so much as a poster, but a seventy-two inch tablet on the wall.
Vastrix: “We could do a straight shot down by fighting in the stairwells, but that's so dangerous as to be ridiculous. The elevators will be off, so we'll have to be in the stairwells a good amount of time in order to continue our progress downward. Unless...”
Jeremiah smirks, walking over to a corner of his office. He opens up a cabinet to reveal rappelling gear.
Vastrix: “The elevators will be shut down, which means that I could pry open an elevator, and rappel all the way down to the ground floor while the others are still fighting through each floor. I'll just need to get down to this floor and then break away from the others to get to my office.”
Though going this route would probably circumvent the “surprises” left for him by Valora Salinas. Though why she would want to hinder his progress into getting a title shot is anyone's guess.
She is in the main event of the night in the NEW Arena against Father Nathan, Hunter Valentyne, and Blair Buchannan-Valentyne for the World championship. Blair being the defending champion.
This means that should he win his match and she win hers, then he would get another crack at her with the World championship on the line.
Not that it matters who he really faces for the World championship, so long as he manages to win the title shot. Right?
Wrong.
As soon as it was revealed to the world that Jeremiah Vastrix had signed on with NEW and was debuting against Valora in a hardcore match, she had gone out of her way to make it sound like he was just a playboy who didn't deserve a place in the wrestling world.
So, he feels the need to prove her wrong. It seems silly, but he needs to prove that he can win wrestling matches. Apparently, taking the fight to her in the ring didn't prove anything to her. Now, winning this match in the Sears Tower and then moving on to take the NEW World title from her. THAT would prove everything.
It will prove that he is the most capable of winning any wrestling match with anyone.
Just then his phone on the desk beeps. It was his secretary. A young woman that she had hired for her looks, but then found a cunning mind within to help keep his father off of his scent.
"Your father wants to know your schedule for the rest of today."
Jeremiah just smiles. Most fathers would talk to their sons directly, but not his father. No, Micheal Vastrix is so full of loathing for his own son's playboy behavior that he always speaks through a third party.
Vastrix: "Let him know that I will be training for my match with NEW for most of the afternoon. I will then check on my club, the Latest Edge, to see how things are going. Finally, I have a date planned that will end in the bedroom if you catch my meaning."
"Of course. Your father wants you to meet with Sebastian Jalabert tonight instead of the date with the actress whom you've already forgotten her name."
Vastrix: "Meet with that old vampire? Fine. Have him meet me in my office at seven pm."
"Very good, Mr. Vastrix. I shall inform him."
Jeremiah shakes his head as a beep sounds to tell him that his secretary is no longer on.
Sebastian Jalabert is the Director of Warhammer North America. Rumor has it that he's older than the United States. Jeremiah doesn't believe this, but does know that he's just always been old.
And always been dying...
No one really knows what he has. He's been in a wheelchair and on oxygen for longer than Jeremiah has been alive.
Still, for being a warm corpses, he has an impressive amount of influence over the governments in North America.
So, Jeremiah Vastrix goes through his new wrestling routine. He works on his fitness and works through the wrestling moves that he does know and tries to work on a few new moves. The entire process takes around three hours, after which he cleans up, and readies for his meeting. He's back in his office at six thirty pm and a man in the all black Shocktrooper carapace armor of the Solar Guard is at his door at seven.
The Solar Guard being the elite Shocktrooper force that belonged to Sebastian Jalabert himself.
Once the guard made sure the area was clear, Sebastian Jalabert is brought in by his nurse. She pushes his wheelchair into the room. Oxygen tanks are on the back of his chair along with an iv stand with some unknown fluid dripping into his veins.
Jeremiah passes Sebastian a glass of single barrel whiskey on the rocks (real whiskey rocks) with a smile.
Vastrix: "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Jalabert: "You should have told me that you were back into wrestling."
Jeremiah takes a sip from his own glass and chuckles.
Vastrix: "I didn't want to bother you, sir. I thought you would find out soon or later to be able to watch the screening."
Jalabert: "I was a warrior in my own right back when I was young. I kept the other volunteer soldiers on their toes, that I did!"
Sebastian begins a coughing fit. He drags an old rag out of his pocket to cough into. Fresh specks of blood joining old stains. Once he's finished coughing, he dabs at his face.
Vastrix: "And what year were you in the military? Were you fighting Germans, Spaniards, or the British?"
Sebastian snorts, pulling an electronic cigarette out of his pocket. He takes a few puffs at it under the stern gaze of his nurse.
Jalabert: "Now, lad, if I told you all my secrets all at once, I wouldn't have stories to tell."
Vastrix: "I guess? You are a weird old man. Did you really come all the way down here to razz me on not letting you know to watch NEW?"
Jalabert: "I came to cheer you on naturally. Oh, and to train you."
Jeremiah nearly spits out his whiskey.
Vastrix: "Old man, you can't even get out of that chair! How are you going to train me?"
Jalabert: "My Solar Guard Commander, Silverus Faust, is going to pay you a visit in this office soon enough. He will put you through the paces. Think of it as ambush training."
Jeremiah just shrugs.
Vastrix: "I look forward to it."
Jalabert: "You'll wish otherwise, but you'll be more ready for what's to come."
He's had his staff go through the office with a fine tooth comb these past few days to ensure that nothing of crucial need was going to be left in the office come NEW's Ignite 200 that was going to feature a match tearing through the tower from the top to the bottom.
It didn't mean that the match was going to tear through his office, but best to make sure that no secrets would be left behind should someone...anyone...go through his office after the match promises to destroy half of it.
Not that he really has to worry about espionage from rival companies so much as Warhammer's black ops division has a bloodthirsty reputation that many do not want to touch. However...member companies and individuals within the company is another story. There are many who wish the Vastrix Clan harm and would like to see Jeremiah Vastrix fall as he is the last legitimate heir to the throne.
It is throne because the Warhammer stock is not bought and sold as per normal stock. The stock of member companies is bought and sold. Warhammer stock is either inherited or given as a gift by the CEO if there is no heir. And thus, the power structure of the Warhammer Corporation has remained essentially the same as it has for centuries. Six Directors, each in charge of a different continent, with a member of the Vastrix Clan in charge of it all.
Jeremiah walks over to look at the card listing. He was a part of the “Battle 4 Chicago” match that will tear through the skyscraper like some twisted violent party. If he wins this match, he will get a World title shot.
A quick look at the list of people he will be facing in the match Austin Impact, Bradley James, Roger Wright, Dravaka Drimstone, Devin Stone, Matt Haven, and Kuapena Yoon. He had gone through their biographies that were on file. They were either horrifyingly basic or incomplete.
The only one of the list with NEW World championship listed with their history is Roger Wright. It was enough to make him a threat, but not enough to make him a focus of his attention. None of them were to be really frank. They no doubt all had championship belts around their waists at some point in their lives. They all think that they're the best at what they do and will go on to win the title shot.
Jeremiah shakes his head with a chuckle, walking over to the wall where he has his bar set up. He selects a high priced anejo tequila and pours himself a glass over ice. He sips at it while looking at the basic plans of the entire tower that he has on the wall. Not so much as a poster, but a seventy-two inch tablet on the wall.
Vastrix: “We could do a straight shot down by fighting in the stairwells, but that's so dangerous as to be ridiculous. The elevators will be off, so we'll have to be in the stairwells a good amount of time in order to continue our progress downward. Unless...”
Jeremiah smirks, walking over to a corner of his office. He opens up a cabinet to reveal rappelling gear.
Vastrix: “The elevators will be shut down, which means that I could pry open an elevator, and rappel all the way down to the ground floor while the others are still fighting through each floor. I'll just need to get down to this floor and then break away from the others to get to my office.”
Though going this route would probably circumvent the “surprises” left for him by Valora Salinas. Though why she would want to hinder his progress into getting a title shot is anyone's guess.
She is in the main event of the night in the NEW Arena against Father Nathan, Hunter Valentyne, and Blair Buchannan-Valentyne for the World championship. Blair being the defending champion.
This means that should he win his match and she win hers, then he would get another crack at her with the World championship on the line.
Not that it matters who he really faces for the World championship, so long as he manages to win the title shot. Right?
Wrong.
As soon as it was revealed to the world that Jeremiah Vastrix had signed on with NEW and was debuting against Valora in a hardcore match, she had gone out of her way to make it sound like he was just a playboy who didn't deserve a place in the wrestling world.
So, he feels the need to prove her wrong. It seems silly, but he needs to prove that he can win wrestling matches. Apparently, taking the fight to her in the ring didn't prove anything to her. Now, winning this match in the Sears Tower and then moving on to take the NEW World title from her. THAT would prove everything.
It will prove that he is the most capable of winning any wrestling match with anyone.
Just then his phone on the desk beeps. It was his secretary. A young woman that she had hired for her looks, but then found a cunning mind within to help keep his father off of his scent.
"Your father wants to know your schedule for the rest of today."
Jeremiah just smiles. Most fathers would talk to their sons directly, but not his father. No, Micheal Vastrix is so full of loathing for his own son's playboy behavior that he always speaks through a third party.
Vastrix: "Let him know that I will be training for my match with NEW for most of the afternoon. I will then check on my club, the Latest Edge, to see how things are going. Finally, I have a date planned that will end in the bedroom if you catch my meaning."
"Of course. Your father wants you to meet with Sebastian Jalabert tonight instead of the date with the actress whom you've already forgotten her name."
Vastrix: "Meet with that old vampire? Fine. Have him meet me in my office at seven pm."
"Very good, Mr. Vastrix. I shall inform him."
Jeremiah shakes his head as a beep sounds to tell him that his secretary is no longer on.
Sebastian Jalabert is the Director of Warhammer North America. Rumor has it that he's older than the United States. Jeremiah doesn't believe this, but does know that he's just always been old.
And always been dying...
No one really knows what he has. He's been in a wheelchair and on oxygen for longer than Jeremiah has been alive.
Still, for being a warm corpses, he has an impressive amount of influence over the governments in North America.
So, Jeremiah Vastrix goes through his new wrestling routine. He works on his fitness and works through the wrestling moves that he does know and tries to work on a few new moves. The entire process takes around three hours, after which he cleans up, and readies for his meeting. He's back in his office at six thirty pm and a man in the all black Shocktrooper carapace armor of the Solar Guard is at his door at seven.
The Solar Guard being the elite Shocktrooper force that belonged to Sebastian Jalabert himself.
Once the guard made sure the area was clear, Sebastian Jalabert is brought in by his nurse. She pushes his wheelchair into the room. Oxygen tanks are on the back of his chair along with an iv stand with some unknown fluid dripping into his veins.
Jeremiah passes Sebastian a glass of single barrel whiskey on the rocks (real whiskey rocks) with a smile.
Vastrix: "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Jalabert: "You should have told me that you were back into wrestling."
Jeremiah takes a sip from his own glass and chuckles.
Vastrix: "I didn't want to bother you, sir. I thought you would find out soon or later to be able to watch the screening."
Jalabert: "I was a warrior in my own right back when I was young. I kept the other volunteer soldiers on their toes, that I did!"
Sebastian begins a coughing fit. He drags an old rag out of his pocket to cough into. Fresh specks of blood joining old stains. Once he's finished coughing, he dabs at his face.
Vastrix: "And what year were you in the military? Were you fighting Germans, Spaniards, or the British?"
Sebastian snorts, pulling an electronic cigarette out of his pocket. He takes a few puffs at it under the stern gaze of his nurse.
Jalabert: "Now, lad, if I told you all my secrets all at once, I wouldn't have stories to tell."
Vastrix: "I guess? You are a weird old man. Did you really come all the way down here to razz me on not letting you know to watch NEW?"
Jalabert: "I came to cheer you on naturally. Oh, and to train you."
Jeremiah nearly spits out his whiskey.
Vastrix: "Old man, you can't even get out of that chair! How are you going to train me?"
Jalabert: "My Solar Guard Commander, Silverus Faust, is going to pay you a visit in this office soon enough. He will put you through the paces. Think of it as ambush training."
Jeremiah just shrugs.
Vastrix: "I look forward to it."
Jalabert: "You'll wish otherwise, but you'll be more ready for what's to come."