Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 7:26:28 GMT -6
"God's Gift" Jeremiah Vastrix sits in his office. He shakes his head at the new destruction that had gone through as his office had been part of the setting for the match that just finished nearly thirty minutes before.
He sat, eyeballing his bottle of liquor that he had grabbed from the bar, and worked on getting his mask off. The strap has to come off, then slowly work in a device that's coated with a chemical to slowly get the mask itself off. Just pulling runs the risk of tearing skin.
Once that's done, Jeremiah washes his face with a moisturizer to clean the last bits of glue off of his face. He pours himself a drink and turns on the feed for NEW to sit back and enjoy the rest of the show.
Jeremiah looks away from the show for a few minutes as he looks at his white mask that's streaked with blood. Was it from the guys that punched him? Was that Devin Stone? Was it from when he brought Matt Haven down?
He looks back to see Jesse Styles join forces with Al Envy and reveal that he hadn't really been broke.
Jeremiah just shakes his head. Was he the fool for working for NEW for free and for sending some of the money his new club, Latest Edge, made to NEW? Or was that the money that Jesse was claiming that he had all along?
It didn't matter either way. He should be pissed that Jesse pulled the wool over his eyes while working to draw out the person who hit him with the lawsuit, but it just didn't matter. It wasn't like he wasn't at fault himself for trying to impress the boss for a bit of an extra leg up in the company.
Jeremiah chuckles, taking a drink, and watching the last match of the night.
It was interesting and violent. He cheered for Valora Salinas and just shrugged when Father Nathan won. It was a concern for that Austen fellow who managed to break out after landing a lucky blow against himself and the Hawaiian Dragon.
Jeremiah's phone rings. He casually checks it and sees the line up for the next Ignite. He laughs out loud when he sees his next opponent.
Thaddeus Stone.
This is the boy who was eliminated a some point during the Battle 4 Chicago, but few remember when. Heck, Jeremiah was in the match and he doesn't even really remember when Stone was out.
He's also the one who had asked Jeremiah about joining a stable comprised of Thaddeus Stone and Matt Haven. Maybe that sick Blair girl was going to be involved as well.
Of course from the blows that Jeremiah had dealt Matt Haven during the match, he won't be involved in any stable anytime soon.
What's Stone's response to being turned down for this stable? He calls Jeremiah a "second rate superstar".
The Jeremiah who is on all the gossip rags is a second rate superstar?
Vastrix: “Something still bothers me.”
He pulls up the video of the latest Ignite and scrolls through the Battle 4 Chicago match until he hears the announcer say that Devin Stone was eliminated by Yoon.
Vastrix: “Heh...I got the wrong Stone in the match. Let me check my messages to double check that...”
A quick check on the phone reveals that yes, he had the right Stone there. Thaddeus Stone, who wanted to form a stable with Matt Haven and Blair Buchannon-Valentyne.
Vastrix: “Thaddeus Stone is a failed D-lister actor who thinks that he can reinvent himself into becoming a famous wrestler. This as opposed to me, who is A-list and wrestles because I'm bored. Well, maybe it's not bored so much as a proving that my image really isn't me on the inside. Though we're really getting deeper than I like to share there.”
Jeremiah drains his drink, setting the glass down with a chuckle.
Vastrix: “We're going to have some fun, Stone. Now that I have in mind which Stone I'll be facing in the ring. Just got to wrap up something and I'll be good for a break.”
Jeremiah picks up his mask, wiping it clean with one of them chemical cloths. The blood comes off easily, but the glue takes a fair bit of wiping to get it to come clean. Jeremiah has to be careful to not rip the gel inside that protects his face from impacts.
Once finished, he puts the mask away back in it's briefcase, and locks it away.
Vastrix: “A bit of rest, getting cleaned up, and then it'll be on to the Latest Edge!”
A few hours later, Jeremiah Vastrix bursts into the Latest Edge with a smile as people greet him with the latest reports of how things were going.
Well, naturally since Jeremiah had hired Gordon Ramsey to staff the place. He staffed it quite well after calling Jeremiah every name in the book for revealing that he will be owning the place, but certainly not running it. He easily agreed to a profit sharing policy so that by the end of the sharing and reinvesting, Jeremiah only really saw about one percent of the profit go into his pocket.
Not that the state of the art adult playground was built for him to make money. It was built for Jeremiah to have fun at. He could have had a personal playground, but why not share it with the NEW staff, wrestlers, and fans?
Jeremiah sits at his VIP table, surveying the lively dance floor and bustling dining room both from his vantage point. He has a drink in his hand. Some new concoction created by his Head Bartender. An odd drink that seemed to shift through colors and even flavors as the temperature of the drink changed with ice melting and being added.
It was called the Chaos Destiny? Certainly a potent kick to it, and more than a bit confusing as he tried to change the temperature of the drink to the flavor he liked best. The bartender gave him a color chart to go with it!
An older woman sits down at the table. She has dark black hair with a healthy amount of silver in it tight in a bun. Her dress is more "business professional" than it is "I'm here for a party". Jeremiah sees the outfit first and opens his mouth to tell her to leave. That is until he sees the time worn face to see that she's none other than Monica Vastrix.
Vastrix: "Mother? Why are you-"
Monica: "Now, son. Don't insult your own intelligence like that. You know very well why I am here."
Jeremiah attempts a smirk, but it fails miserably in the unflinching glare of his own mother.
Vastrix: "I'm fine, mother! I didn't want to worry you. That's all."
Monica: "My son is assaulted by an assassin and all he has to say about it is that he's fine. Honestly? What's it going to take for a mother to get a phone call from her only living son? You don't call me when you get news that another one of your hussies is going to have a baby. You don't call me when you get kicked out of another school. One would think that nearly being treated to a one way trip to be with his brothers in the Afterlife would warrant a phone call. But what was I thinking, I'm only your mother! I only brought you into to this life and hired every single person who raised you!"
Jeremiah sighs. He wasn't going to get out of this easily.
Vastrix: "Silverus Faust, Commander of the Solar Guard, is looking into it. So far, we know that the suit that the assassin had was a fake. Faust's suit was stolen, but it was found. So, someone is a modified a set of Shocktrooper carapace armor to appear to be Faust's. Now to see if it was a happy accident that Faust was coming to help me train and the armor was changed real quick, or what. It could have just been that the armor had been planned to be used to kill me and blame the assassination on Director Sebastian Jalabert. He is the Board Member that Father trusts the most."
Monica frowns, deep in thought. She pays little mind as a waitress sets a drink in front of her. It's another "Chaos Destiny" drink so it comes with the side glass of ice and another device that's a stirrer that helps warm the drink. She raises an eyebrow, looking to Jeremiah.
Monica: "What?"
Vastrix: "My bartenders here tend to create. I would put in two cubes and swirl it until it turns sort of an orangey pink."
Monica rolls her eyes, but puts in two ices cubes and begins swirling the drink gently in her hand.
Monica: "You need to be careful, son. Someone wants you dead and wants to make a play on the Board. I would normally blame your father, but an assassin isn't his style. Nor would trying to destabilize Jalabert's position. If it was Cardinal Urizar that was getting framed on the other hand..."
Jeremiah laughs, watching his mother sip at the drink when it appears to be going from yellow in color to an orange.
Vastrix: "Different color, different flavor. I know, right? Why can't we just put a bullet in the Cardinal's head?"
Monica: "People have tried. Let's leave it at that. Besides, your father feels that something terrible will happen when the Cardinal dies."
Vastrix: "Ok then, mother. I'm alright for the moment. The assassin was killed and an investigation is underway. I just have to get ready for my next match with New Edge Wrestling and everything will be fine."
Monica nods, holding her glass up at eye level to be able to watch the drink shift colors to the orangey-pink. She takes a sip and wrinkles her nose.
Monica: "A bit too tart for me. Who do you face in this wrestling match?"
Vastrix: "Thaddeus Stone. You heard of him? He fancies himself as an actor turned wrestler."
Monica thinks for a moment before shaking her head.
Monica: "No. The last actor I had any dealings with was George Clooney. He was a nice roll in the hay."
Vastrix: "Mother! I didn't ask if you had slept with him! I just wanted to know if you've heard of him! What would father say if he knew?"
Monica: "That old fool? After he murdered my other sons, he lost the right to dip into this. Someone might as well get a taste of this glory. No, I hadn't heard of him. What's his wrestling style like?"
Jeremiah rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
Vastrix: "He's sort of a power wrestler with a healthy dose of cowardly wuss. He'll do a quick beg off to get you off your guard before using his strength to pummel you."
Monica: "So, you hadn't gotten much further than his bio?"
Vastrix: "To be fair, it is his debut match. What else could I do, watch the movies he's in? That wouldn't tell me how he fought."
Monica drains her glass with a smile.
Monica: "Honestly. If it's a movie that he's fighting in, then it might be worth a quick watch. They normally let the fight scenes flow with the person's natural style. Makes it easier than having to retrain."
Vastrix: "Seriously?"
Monica: "Yes. Get to it, son."
Jeremiah groans, finishing his drink, and ordering two more.
Vastrix: "Well, the last show ended only a few hours ago. I'll celebrate a fine debut tonight and see about...ugh...watching his movies tomorrow."
Monica: "Maybe if you invited one of your floozies over, the chore might not be so tedious? What about that girl that played Emma in the Bates Motel series? She seemed like a nice girl."
Vastrix: "Olivia Cooke? I would imagine that she could find some free time. They are still filming the third season of Bates Motel. I'll give her a call. Thanks, mom?"
Monica tips her drink back to finish it and laughs.
Monica: "Just win your match, son. And for God's sake, have a legitimate child!"
Vastrix: "Right. Umm...yes, mother."
Jeremiah downs his drink, hiding his rosey cheeks behind the effect of the booze.
Vastrix: "This Stone won't know what hit him! Maybe I'll put him down like I did his would be stablemate in Matt Haven."
He sat, eyeballing his bottle of liquor that he had grabbed from the bar, and worked on getting his mask off. The strap has to come off, then slowly work in a device that's coated with a chemical to slowly get the mask itself off. Just pulling runs the risk of tearing skin.
Once that's done, Jeremiah washes his face with a moisturizer to clean the last bits of glue off of his face. He pours himself a drink and turns on the feed for NEW to sit back and enjoy the rest of the show.
Jeremiah looks away from the show for a few minutes as he looks at his white mask that's streaked with blood. Was it from the guys that punched him? Was that Devin Stone? Was it from when he brought Matt Haven down?
He looks back to see Jesse Styles join forces with Al Envy and reveal that he hadn't really been broke.
Jeremiah just shakes his head. Was he the fool for working for NEW for free and for sending some of the money his new club, Latest Edge, made to NEW? Or was that the money that Jesse was claiming that he had all along?
It didn't matter either way. He should be pissed that Jesse pulled the wool over his eyes while working to draw out the person who hit him with the lawsuit, but it just didn't matter. It wasn't like he wasn't at fault himself for trying to impress the boss for a bit of an extra leg up in the company.
Jeremiah chuckles, taking a drink, and watching the last match of the night.
It was interesting and violent. He cheered for Valora Salinas and just shrugged when Father Nathan won. It was a concern for that Austen fellow who managed to break out after landing a lucky blow against himself and the Hawaiian Dragon.
Jeremiah's phone rings. He casually checks it and sees the line up for the next Ignite. He laughs out loud when he sees his next opponent.
Thaddeus Stone.
This is the boy who was eliminated a some point during the Battle 4 Chicago, but few remember when. Heck, Jeremiah was in the match and he doesn't even really remember when Stone was out.
He's also the one who had asked Jeremiah about joining a stable comprised of Thaddeus Stone and Matt Haven. Maybe that sick Blair girl was going to be involved as well.
Of course from the blows that Jeremiah had dealt Matt Haven during the match, he won't be involved in any stable anytime soon.
What's Stone's response to being turned down for this stable? He calls Jeremiah a "second rate superstar".
The Jeremiah who is on all the gossip rags is a second rate superstar?
Vastrix: “Something still bothers me.”
He pulls up the video of the latest Ignite and scrolls through the Battle 4 Chicago match until he hears the announcer say that Devin Stone was eliminated by Yoon.
Vastrix: “Heh...I got the wrong Stone in the match. Let me check my messages to double check that...”
A quick check on the phone reveals that yes, he had the right Stone there. Thaddeus Stone, who wanted to form a stable with Matt Haven and Blair Buchannon-Valentyne.
Vastrix: “Thaddeus Stone is a failed D-lister actor who thinks that he can reinvent himself into becoming a famous wrestler. This as opposed to me, who is A-list and wrestles because I'm bored. Well, maybe it's not bored so much as a proving that my image really isn't me on the inside. Though we're really getting deeper than I like to share there.”
Jeremiah drains his drink, setting the glass down with a chuckle.
Vastrix: “We're going to have some fun, Stone. Now that I have in mind which Stone I'll be facing in the ring. Just got to wrap up something and I'll be good for a break.”
Jeremiah picks up his mask, wiping it clean with one of them chemical cloths. The blood comes off easily, but the glue takes a fair bit of wiping to get it to come clean. Jeremiah has to be careful to not rip the gel inside that protects his face from impacts.
Once finished, he puts the mask away back in it's briefcase, and locks it away.
Vastrix: “A bit of rest, getting cleaned up, and then it'll be on to the Latest Edge!”
A few hours later, Jeremiah Vastrix bursts into the Latest Edge with a smile as people greet him with the latest reports of how things were going.
Well, naturally since Jeremiah had hired Gordon Ramsey to staff the place. He staffed it quite well after calling Jeremiah every name in the book for revealing that he will be owning the place, but certainly not running it. He easily agreed to a profit sharing policy so that by the end of the sharing and reinvesting, Jeremiah only really saw about one percent of the profit go into his pocket.
Not that the state of the art adult playground was built for him to make money. It was built for Jeremiah to have fun at. He could have had a personal playground, but why not share it with the NEW staff, wrestlers, and fans?
Jeremiah sits at his VIP table, surveying the lively dance floor and bustling dining room both from his vantage point. He has a drink in his hand. Some new concoction created by his Head Bartender. An odd drink that seemed to shift through colors and even flavors as the temperature of the drink changed with ice melting and being added.
It was called the Chaos Destiny? Certainly a potent kick to it, and more than a bit confusing as he tried to change the temperature of the drink to the flavor he liked best. The bartender gave him a color chart to go with it!
An older woman sits down at the table. She has dark black hair with a healthy amount of silver in it tight in a bun. Her dress is more "business professional" than it is "I'm here for a party". Jeremiah sees the outfit first and opens his mouth to tell her to leave. That is until he sees the time worn face to see that she's none other than Monica Vastrix.
Vastrix: "Mother? Why are you-"
Monica: "Now, son. Don't insult your own intelligence like that. You know very well why I am here."
Jeremiah attempts a smirk, but it fails miserably in the unflinching glare of his own mother.
Vastrix: "I'm fine, mother! I didn't want to worry you. That's all."
Monica: "My son is assaulted by an assassin and all he has to say about it is that he's fine. Honestly? What's it going to take for a mother to get a phone call from her only living son? You don't call me when you get news that another one of your hussies is going to have a baby. You don't call me when you get kicked out of another school. One would think that nearly being treated to a one way trip to be with his brothers in the Afterlife would warrant a phone call. But what was I thinking, I'm only your mother! I only brought you into to this life and hired every single person who raised you!"
Jeremiah sighs. He wasn't going to get out of this easily.
Vastrix: "Silverus Faust, Commander of the Solar Guard, is looking into it. So far, we know that the suit that the assassin had was a fake. Faust's suit was stolen, but it was found. So, someone is a modified a set of Shocktrooper carapace armor to appear to be Faust's. Now to see if it was a happy accident that Faust was coming to help me train and the armor was changed real quick, or what. It could have just been that the armor had been planned to be used to kill me and blame the assassination on Director Sebastian Jalabert. He is the Board Member that Father trusts the most."
Monica frowns, deep in thought. She pays little mind as a waitress sets a drink in front of her. It's another "Chaos Destiny" drink so it comes with the side glass of ice and another device that's a stirrer that helps warm the drink. She raises an eyebrow, looking to Jeremiah.
Monica: "What?"
Vastrix: "My bartenders here tend to create. I would put in two cubes and swirl it until it turns sort of an orangey pink."
Monica rolls her eyes, but puts in two ices cubes and begins swirling the drink gently in her hand.
Monica: "You need to be careful, son. Someone wants you dead and wants to make a play on the Board. I would normally blame your father, but an assassin isn't his style. Nor would trying to destabilize Jalabert's position. If it was Cardinal Urizar that was getting framed on the other hand..."
Jeremiah laughs, watching his mother sip at the drink when it appears to be going from yellow in color to an orange.
Vastrix: "Different color, different flavor. I know, right? Why can't we just put a bullet in the Cardinal's head?"
Monica: "People have tried. Let's leave it at that. Besides, your father feels that something terrible will happen when the Cardinal dies."
Vastrix: "Ok then, mother. I'm alright for the moment. The assassin was killed and an investigation is underway. I just have to get ready for my next match with New Edge Wrestling and everything will be fine."
Monica nods, holding her glass up at eye level to be able to watch the drink shift colors to the orangey-pink. She takes a sip and wrinkles her nose.
Monica: "A bit too tart for me. Who do you face in this wrestling match?"
Vastrix: "Thaddeus Stone. You heard of him? He fancies himself as an actor turned wrestler."
Monica thinks for a moment before shaking her head.
Monica: "No. The last actor I had any dealings with was George Clooney. He was a nice roll in the hay."
Vastrix: "Mother! I didn't ask if you had slept with him! I just wanted to know if you've heard of him! What would father say if he knew?"
Monica: "That old fool? After he murdered my other sons, he lost the right to dip into this. Someone might as well get a taste of this glory. No, I hadn't heard of him. What's his wrestling style like?"
Jeremiah rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
Vastrix: "He's sort of a power wrestler with a healthy dose of cowardly wuss. He'll do a quick beg off to get you off your guard before using his strength to pummel you."
Monica: "So, you hadn't gotten much further than his bio?"
Vastrix: "To be fair, it is his debut match. What else could I do, watch the movies he's in? That wouldn't tell me how he fought."
Monica drains her glass with a smile.
Monica: "Honestly. If it's a movie that he's fighting in, then it might be worth a quick watch. They normally let the fight scenes flow with the person's natural style. Makes it easier than having to retrain."
Vastrix: "Seriously?"
Monica: "Yes. Get to it, son."
Jeremiah groans, finishing his drink, and ordering two more.
Vastrix: "Well, the last show ended only a few hours ago. I'll celebrate a fine debut tonight and see about...ugh...watching his movies tomorrow."
Monica: "Maybe if you invited one of your floozies over, the chore might not be so tedious? What about that girl that played Emma in the Bates Motel series? She seemed like a nice girl."
Vastrix: "Olivia Cooke? I would imagine that she could find some free time. They are still filming the third season of Bates Motel. I'll give her a call. Thanks, mom?"
Monica tips her drink back to finish it and laughs.
Monica: "Just win your match, son. And for God's sake, have a legitimate child!"
Vastrix: "Right. Umm...yes, mother."
Jeremiah downs his drink, hiding his rosey cheeks behind the effect of the booze.
Vastrix: "This Stone won't know what hit him! Maybe I'll put him down like I did his would be stablemate in Matt Haven."