Post by Hunter "By God" Valentyne on Feb 25, 2024 10:44:55 GMT -6
Morgan Reese was nervously pacing the floor of her sixth story office. She was dressed to the nines in a form fitting dress that flattered her every curve. The hair was usually tied up in the bun out of her face because hair in her face drove her insane. She knew her client liked her hair down so she changed up for the day. Something about this man drove her crazy. Maybe it was the lack of respect for authority. Maybe it was his curt way of saying things. Either way, she enjoyed the way he looked at her even if it was not how she wanted.
The man was never late. She had known him for quite some time now and noticed he was never late. He was always fifteen minutes early anytime they had been scheduled to meet. He always viewed her time as being of the utmost importance. That was one of the many things she found attractive about him but he had yet to reciprocate that emotion. He was focused on his task and only his task. To be honest, it drove her insane. She gave him all the non verbal cues that her mother had taught her, but as of yet he ignored them. Her emotions were on high alert as she saw him walking up to the building.
The pacing continued as the meeting time had not been reached as of yet. He was always fifteen minutes early. You could set your watch to it, and Morgan had on a few occasions. There was something about this man that she sensed to be dangerous. It had exited her greatly since their first meeting. She had revenge on her mind for a perceived slight and this man had fed into her need to have everything set right. This was a man who had the skills and the mindset to handle the business she wanted handled. Now she wanted to feel the gaze of his blue eyes into hers.
Seven years ago her little brother had wanted to become a wrestler more than anything and had desired to work for New Edge Wrestling. He had been trained by some of the finest trainers the world could provide. Morgan was still at Harvard Law at the time. She called in a few favors to help her brother out. When he was rebuffed by the company he went into a downward spiral and ended up in a gang shooting while selling drugs in the wrong neighborhood, on the wrong street. She blamed Jesse styles for his death and she wanted to hurt him the way her brother’s death had hurt her. Hunter Valentyne hates Jesse Styles with a passion and she used that hatred to fulfill her need for revenge.
Hunter Valentyne is dressed to the nines for this meeting in a form fitting custom fitted business suit. He had never asked, but Morgan’s favorite color was blue. The suit made him even more desirable to her. He wore a white shirt underneath the business armor with a cornflower blue tie. This man was making her sweat and fidget. She mentally kicked herself for allowing those thoughts to enter her mind. This was a weakness that could not be allowed to be manifested.
“Good morning, Morgan. I trust you slept well,” Hunter smoothly stated to the statuesque blonde.
“I slept just fine, Mister Valentyne,” she cooly replied to his inquiry.
Hunter Valentyne straightened his blue tie as he gazed into her eyes. Hunter saw weakness in her. He could always tell when a woman wanted something from him. The interest in herb in that light was fleeting. He had goals to achieve and no time for a dalliance with this woman. He had a title to win and a group to destroy. Sex was the last thing needed to complicate an already complicated situation.
“Shall we have a drink to celebrate what has taken place? You have your title match and Jesse appears to be caught off guard.” she excitedly proclaimed in a high pitched voice.
“There is nothing to celebrate as of yet. The match is in Texas and there is a title to win. Not for the reasons you might think, but for leverage. The business is going to be handled very soon. We will not celebrate until there is something worthy of celebration,” Hunter cooly replied.
Morgan was still excited for some reason. Maybe it was the fact he showed no emotion towards her. He always acted as if there was nothing exciting about her presence. He always was courteous to her unless she angered him. At least when Morgan angered him he showed some emotion.
“Hunter, what is going to happen in Texas? I have done some research and it seems all your opponent does is mention her mother. Do you have any idea how to attack her? We both need this match to go the right way for our goals to continue to be met,” Morgan inquired of the man sitting in front of her.
She was definitely attractive to Hunter. There was a weakness he really liked about her. She led with emotion and he liked this to a point. He also viewed her as a possible liability because of that very thing. He slides his fingers through his slightly damp hair as he ponders how to answer her question.
“Morgan, this is her weakness. She is looking for approval from her dead mother. This is an approval she will never receive. Priscilla can try all she can to gain it. She will never fucking get that shit. She can win every title in the world and that approval will never fucking come. She can ask advice from the dead or the dumb fucks of the world. She has to do it all on her own. Johnny Stylez cannot do it for her and neither can her dead fucking mother. The problem is she is trying to play off Druscilla as some sort of legend that she never fucking was. She was a fucking stiff who had no right to step into a ring with anyone. Her memory has been tainted by the fucking lies she keeps trying to tell herself. Priscilla is going to get fucked over by Johnny same as anyone else who has had anything to do with his mildly retarded ass.” Hunter coldly replied to her inquiry.
“Do you have a plan to walk away with that title that we worked to gain? Surely you have some sort of idea how to get this thing done,” Morgan inquired further.
“She is defeated and is not even smart enough to know it. Priscilla tried to make her promotional effort for this match take longer by recapping her boring ass match. Bitch if anyone wants to watch your boring ass wrestle, they can download it from the website and fall the fuck asleep. She somehow thinks her little three matches mean she is battle fucking tested. She is about to step from the kiddie table into the fucking fire. She ran out of ideas and brought records into it. That is a rookie mistake that she is going to learn is going to leave her more fucked than she will at Johnny’s house. She wants to bring up records? I lost a fucking company wide battle royal that Jesse fucked me out of. I lost to the number one contender to the world title, not because Valora is better than I am, but because my comments that week were viewed as too controversial to be allowed. She beat Justice fucking Cross. She lost to River Rose who has not been seen or heard from since. Wins are one thing, competition are another,” Hunter stated for the record.
Hunter Valentyne had to decide how far he needed to take this shit. He knows what he has to say on this issue is going to be a problem for Morgan. He still needed her for a few tasks and it was not the time to piss her off or to get her emotional. Morgan had a problem keeping her emotions in check. Mistakes were not a fucking option.
“You and my unfortunate opponent at Tension in Texas have quite a bit in common. You might learn from her mistakes to make sure our fucking goals are reached. Failure is not fucking option. You need to stop blaming Jesse for the mistakes of your fucking idiotic brother. He made his own awful decisions and Jesse had nothing to do with it. Priscilla has already made her deathbed. You have not,” Hunter defiantly stated with bass in his fucking voice.
Morgan Reese now had tears in her beautiful blue eyes as she wiped them away with the back of her hand so Hunter did not see her weakness. She wanted him to view her as strong but he had just hit a nerve in her. Morgan was trying to gain her composure as her voice would soon give her weakness away. It angered her to show this type of weakness in front of this man she cared about. He would never see things that way she wanted them seen if she broke down like a sobbing schoolgirl.
“Do you enjoy the effect your words have on me? Do you enjoy seeing me like this? Why would you say such things?” she tearily replied.
“What if I said I did? This is in the first inning. We have only just begun to make things right. It starts this week in Texas with the eventual ass kicking of that green ugly bitch. It is not over when she gets dropped on her fucking head in the middle of a ring in Texas. The Business is going to feel my anger. Your brother made mistakes and you need to acknowledge that fact. We cannot afford emotion to allow for more mistakes. Now are we going to discuss the other issue?” Hunter inquired with a wry smile.
“What other issue? I know of nothing we need to discuss further about our business interaction.” Morgan smoothly tried to deflect her prior weakness.
“You said you had a private investigator working on our other little issue. It is time for Seth fucking Iser to remember what Priscilla is very soon to understand. You do not under any circumstances fuck with Hunter Valentyne. Maybe the old boy needs a refresher course in dealing with me Rule number one. Never tell me what the fuck to do. End of rules. You really trying to say I have no right say say what the fuck I want to say? It seems like everyone in this wrestling company wants to tell me what the fuck to say and how the fuck to say it. Get this through that retarded fucking head full of loose wiring. Nobody tells me fucking shit. Not Seth Iser. Not Jesse Styles. Not his bitch ass cousin. Mother fucking nobody. Now where is this PI at? Hunter raged at Morgan with a wink.
The road weary man walking into the office with his shoulders slumped. He appeared very unkempt with at least two days of growth in his graying beard. He was adorn in a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of faded jeans. His brown eyes made it appear as if he has not met sleep in a very long time. He had his report in a folder set on the desk.
“Here is the report you asked for Morgan. It details everything you wanted to know and a little extra just in case. Now if you will excuse me I need a lot of sleep.” the man enthusiastically replied.
Morgan knew that Sal had a thing for her. She used it to her advantage anytime the situation called for it. She wondered if Hunter Valentyne was doing the exact same thing. Before she met Hunter, she never thought twice about it. Now she realized what she was doing and felt a little bad about it. She shrugged it off as Hunter was looking at the paperwork.
“The guy is a pussy whipped dip shit, but he does great work. This is everything I needed. Like mother fucking everything. The background checks. The surveillance. I have every bit of information on the retarded dip shit. There is no shortage of targets. Who to choose how to leverage this. Do I want to apply pressure to his daughter, Allison? Do I want to beat the shit out of Moretti who might become a problem? Do I want to engage my morbid curiosity to inquire as to who in the fucking hell would have sex with Seth fucking Iser? Decisions decisions. By now that stupid bastard got my care package” Hunter deviously calculated.
Morgan is not sure how she feels about this. She really wanted to help Hunter, but she did not really want to hurt anyone. It appeared that hurting people was what Hunter was in this for. Morgan did not know this Iser, but something in her almost felt sorry for him. Hunter was the most ruthless and focused person she had ever met.
“What exactly is the care package you are speaking of? Something tells me it is not a box of cookies,” Morgan stated obviously.
“That big bastard is always crowing about how he is a recovered addict. I think all the people in his life deserve to know if he truly is recovered. I mean the butt fucking Business has the right to know as well. I am sure his dearly beloved daughter would love to know if this shit took. His fiancee deserves to know if the dude she is fucking is really recovered. What kind of ugly bitch would even fuck that retard? So I sent his stupid ass three cases of Jack Daniels and three cases of Crown Royal. Let’s see what kind of fun we can have.” Hunter evilly shared with Morgan.
“Let me see if I have this straight. You sent six cases of whiskey to a recovering alcoholic? What kind of shit is that Hunter?” She screamed at him.
“Give me some credit, sweet cheeks. I also sent him some meth and cocaine. Alcohol is not quite enough to get it done. Let us see if he really is recovered. I am doing it for his family to know if he is as full of shit as I know him to be. If he is really recovered then it should not be a big fucking deal.”
“What is your issue with him? Just win your match at Tension in Texas against Morgan and be done with it? Why do you need to play these games with this poor man?” Morgan mercifully decried.
“You want the fucking answer? Fine. Seth and I go back a very long way. Longer than Johnny and I do. Seth came into a wrestling company that I put on the fucking map. I dare you to say otherwise. Dave McDave and I put TEW on the worldwide map. This goofy fuck comes skipping into my wrestling company and showed me no fucking respect. He thought mike fucking Park did all of that. Do you know the fucking losers that were there before Dave and I went to war? Then this big dumb bastard decided to do it again in NEW. I never forgot that. I am going to beat some sense into that mother fucker before this is all said and done. I am going to make his life a living fucking hell. And I will not feel one ounce of compassion as I fucking do it. Iser can go fuck himself with the Louisiana shaped dildo I gave his stupid ass last week.”
Morgan seems to be a little bit torn in this side of the man she admires. She knows these things need to be done and Hunter is outnumbered so certain liberties need to be taken. Morgan also knows that this man is trying to heal himself and Hunter is tempting him with his vices. She understands but still she feels bad for this man she has never met.
“Morgan, these things need to happen. I need to go to Texas and beat the shit out of a dead talentless hack’s clueless daughter. I need to kick the dog shit out of Iser like it has never been done before. I need to decide who really needs to be used to apply the pressure needed. I am thinking dear sweet Allison needs to be used. This can all be stopped if Iser just leaves New Edge Wrestling and the mother fucking Business. Everything stops if he leaves. He can stop the torment that is to come. He can save his bitch ass daughter. He can save the ugly whore he is fucking . He can save his best friend from the beating of his pathetic fucking life. The daughter of the dead cannot. Seth can. Just walk the fuck away. Let me kick the shit out of the two losers. I do not need his help. Just go the fuck away and my destruction of Druscilla’s clueless daughter will be a footnote towards the end of the mother fucking business. If he stays and fights me, he will live the most miserable existence a human being has ever lived. Easy choice if you ask me.” Hunter maniacally stated for the record.
Hunter stands up and fixes the wrinkles in his suit. He straightens up his tie as he walks definitely out of the office. Morgan is a great girl but Hunter is not sure she has the stomach for what is to come. He knows for a fact he is ready for it. The first stop is Texas and picking up a title belt that is waiting and delivering a beating of a lifetime to a clueless cunt.
The man was never late. She had known him for quite some time now and noticed he was never late. He was always fifteen minutes early anytime they had been scheduled to meet. He always viewed her time as being of the utmost importance. That was one of the many things she found attractive about him but he had yet to reciprocate that emotion. He was focused on his task and only his task. To be honest, it drove her insane. She gave him all the non verbal cues that her mother had taught her, but as of yet he ignored them. Her emotions were on high alert as she saw him walking up to the building.
The pacing continued as the meeting time had not been reached as of yet. He was always fifteen minutes early. You could set your watch to it, and Morgan had on a few occasions. There was something about this man that she sensed to be dangerous. It had exited her greatly since their first meeting. She had revenge on her mind for a perceived slight and this man had fed into her need to have everything set right. This was a man who had the skills and the mindset to handle the business she wanted handled. Now she wanted to feel the gaze of his blue eyes into hers.
Seven years ago her little brother had wanted to become a wrestler more than anything and had desired to work for New Edge Wrestling. He had been trained by some of the finest trainers the world could provide. Morgan was still at Harvard Law at the time. She called in a few favors to help her brother out. When he was rebuffed by the company he went into a downward spiral and ended up in a gang shooting while selling drugs in the wrong neighborhood, on the wrong street. She blamed Jesse styles for his death and she wanted to hurt him the way her brother’s death had hurt her. Hunter Valentyne hates Jesse Styles with a passion and she used that hatred to fulfill her need for revenge.
Hunter Valentyne is dressed to the nines for this meeting in a form fitting custom fitted business suit. He had never asked, but Morgan’s favorite color was blue. The suit made him even more desirable to her. He wore a white shirt underneath the business armor with a cornflower blue tie. This man was making her sweat and fidget. She mentally kicked herself for allowing those thoughts to enter her mind. This was a weakness that could not be allowed to be manifested.
“Good morning, Morgan. I trust you slept well,” Hunter smoothly stated to the statuesque blonde.
“I slept just fine, Mister Valentyne,” she cooly replied to his inquiry.
Hunter Valentyne straightened his blue tie as he gazed into her eyes. Hunter saw weakness in her. He could always tell when a woman wanted something from him. The interest in herb in that light was fleeting. He had goals to achieve and no time for a dalliance with this woman. He had a title to win and a group to destroy. Sex was the last thing needed to complicate an already complicated situation.
“Shall we have a drink to celebrate what has taken place? You have your title match and Jesse appears to be caught off guard.” she excitedly proclaimed in a high pitched voice.
“There is nothing to celebrate as of yet. The match is in Texas and there is a title to win. Not for the reasons you might think, but for leverage. The business is going to be handled very soon. We will not celebrate until there is something worthy of celebration,” Hunter cooly replied.
Morgan was still excited for some reason. Maybe it was the fact he showed no emotion towards her. He always acted as if there was nothing exciting about her presence. He always was courteous to her unless she angered him. At least when Morgan angered him he showed some emotion.
“Hunter, what is going to happen in Texas? I have done some research and it seems all your opponent does is mention her mother. Do you have any idea how to attack her? We both need this match to go the right way for our goals to continue to be met,” Morgan inquired of the man sitting in front of her.
She was definitely attractive to Hunter. There was a weakness he really liked about her. She led with emotion and he liked this to a point. He also viewed her as a possible liability because of that very thing. He slides his fingers through his slightly damp hair as he ponders how to answer her question.
“Morgan, this is her weakness. She is looking for approval from her dead mother. This is an approval she will never receive. Priscilla can try all she can to gain it. She will never fucking get that shit. She can win every title in the world and that approval will never fucking come. She can ask advice from the dead or the dumb fucks of the world. She has to do it all on her own. Johnny Stylez cannot do it for her and neither can her dead fucking mother. The problem is she is trying to play off Druscilla as some sort of legend that she never fucking was. She was a fucking stiff who had no right to step into a ring with anyone. Her memory has been tainted by the fucking lies she keeps trying to tell herself. Priscilla is going to get fucked over by Johnny same as anyone else who has had anything to do with his mildly retarded ass.” Hunter coldly replied to her inquiry.
“Do you have a plan to walk away with that title that we worked to gain? Surely you have some sort of idea how to get this thing done,” Morgan inquired further.
“She is defeated and is not even smart enough to know it. Priscilla tried to make her promotional effort for this match take longer by recapping her boring ass match. Bitch if anyone wants to watch your boring ass wrestle, they can download it from the website and fall the fuck asleep. She somehow thinks her little three matches mean she is battle fucking tested. She is about to step from the kiddie table into the fucking fire. She ran out of ideas and brought records into it. That is a rookie mistake that she is going to learn is going to leave her more fucked than she will at Johnny’s house. She wants to bring up records? I lost a fucking company wide battle royal that Jesse fucked me out of. I lost to the number one contender to the world title, not because Valora is better than I am, but because my comments that week were viewed as too controversial to be allowed. She beat Justice fucking Cross. She lost to River Rose who has not been seen or heard from since. Wins are one thing, competition are another,” Hunter stated for the record.
Hunter Valentyne had to decide how far he needed to take this shit. He knows what he has to say on this issue is going to be a problem for Morgan. He still needed her for a few tasks and it was not the time to piss her off or to get her emotional. Morgan had a problem keeping her emotions in check. Mistakes were not a fucking option.
“You and my unfortunate opponent at Tension in Texas have quite a bit in common. You might learn from her mistakes to make sure our fucking goals are reached. Failure is not fucking option. You need to stop blaming Jesse for the mistakes of your fucking idiotic brother. He made his own awful decisions and Jesse had nothing to do with it. Priscilla has already made her deathbed. You have not,” Hunter defiantly stated with bass in his fucking voice.
Morgan Reese now had tears in her beautiful blue eyes as she wiped them away with the back of her hand so Hunter did not see her weakness. She wanted him to view her as strong but he had just hit a nerve in her. Morgan was trying to gain her composure as her voice would soon give her weakness away. It angered her to show this type of weakness in front of this man she cared about. He would never see things that way she wanted them seen if she broke down like a sobbing schoolgirl.
“Do you enjoy the effect your words have on me? Do you enjoy seeing me like this? Why would you say such things?” she tearily replied.
“What if I said I did? This is in the first inning. We have only just begun to make things right. It starts this week in Texas with the eventual ass kicking of that green ugly bitch. It is not over when she gets dropped on her fucking head in the middle of a ring in Texas. The Business is going to feel my anger. Your brother made mistakes and you need to acknowledge that fact. We cannot afford emotion to allow for more mistakes. Now are we going to discuss the other issue?” Hunter inquired with a wry smile.
“What other issue? I know of nothing we need to discuss further about our business interaction.” Morgan smoothly tried to deflect her prior weakness.
“You said you had a private investigator working on our other little issue. It is time for Seth fucking Iser to remember what Priscilla is very soon to understand. You do not under any circumstances fuck with Hunter Valentyne. Maybe the old boy needs a refresher course in dealing with me Rule number one. Never tell me what the fuck to do. End of rules. You really trying to say I have no right say say what the fuck I want to say? It seems like everyone in this wrestling company wants to tell me what the fuck to say and how the fuck to say it. Get this through that retarded fucking head full of loose wiring. Nobody tells me fucking shit. Not Seth Iser. Not Jesse Styles. Not his bitch ass cousin. Mother fucking nobody. Now where is this PI at? Hunter raged at Morgan with a wink.
The road weary man walking into the office with his shoulders slumped. He appeared very unkempt with at least two days of growth in his graying beard. He was adorn in a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of faded jeans. His brown eyes made it appear as if he has not met sleep in a very long time. He had his report in a folder set on the desk.
“Here is the report you asked for Morgan. It details everything you wanted to know and a little extra just in case. Now if you will excuse me I need a lot of sleep.” the man enthusiastically replied.
Morgan knew that Sal had a thing for her. She used it to her advantage anytime the situation called for it. She wondered if Hunter Valentyne was doing the exact same thing. Before she met Hunter, she never thought twice about it. Now she realized what she was doing and felt a little bad about it. She shrugged it off as Hunter was looking at the paperwork.
“The guy is a pussy whipped dip shit, but he does great work. This is everything I needed. Like mother fucking everything. The background checks. The surveillance. I have every bit of information on the retarded dip shit. There is no shortage of targets. Who to choose how to leverage this. Do I want to apply pressure to his daughter, Allison? Do I want to beat the shit out of Moretti who might become a problem? Do I want to engage my morbid curiosity to inquire as to who in the fucking hell would have sex with Seth fucking Iser? Decisions decisions. By now that stupid bastard got my care package” Hunter deviously calculated.
Morgan is not sure how she feels about this. She really wanted to help Hunter, but she did not really want to hurt anyone. It appeared that hurting people was what Hunter was in this for. Morgan did not know this Iser, but something in her almost felt sorry for him. Hunter was the most ruthless and focused person she had ever met.
“What exactly is the care package you are speaking of? Something tells me it is not a box of cookies,” Morgan stated obviously.
“That big bastard is always crowing about how he is a recovered addict. I think all the people in his life deserve to know if he truly is recovered. I mean the butt fucking Business has the right to know as well. I am sure his dearly beloved daughter would love to know if this shit took. His fiancee deserves to know if the dude she is fucking is really recovered. What kind of ugly bitch would even fuck that retard? So I sent his stupid ass three cases of Jack Daniels and three cases of Crown Royal. Let’s see what kind of fun we can have.” Hunter evilly shared with Morgan.
“Let me see if I have this straight. You sent six cases of whiskey to a recovering alcoholic? What kind of shit is that Hunter?” She screamed at him.
“Give me some credit, sweet cheeks. I also sent him some meth and cocaine. Alcohol is not quite enough to get it done. Let us see if he really is recovered. I am doing it for his family to know if he is as full of shit as I know him to be. If he is really recovered then it should not be a big fucking deal.”
“What is your issue with him? Just win your match at Tension in Texas against Morgan and be done with it? Why do you need to play these games with this poor man?” Morgan mercifully decried.
“You want the fucking answer? Fine. Seth and I go back a very long way. Longer than Johnny and I do. Seth came into a wrestling company that I put on the fucking map. I dare you to say otherwise. Dave McDave and I put TEW on the worldwide map. This goofy fuck comes skipping into my wrestling company and showed me no fucking respect. He thought mike fucking Park did all of that. Do you know the fucking losers that were there before Dave and I went to war? Then this big dumb bastard decided to do it again in NEW. I never forgot that. I am going to beat some sense into that mother fucker before this is all said and done. I am going to make his life a living fucking hell. And I will not feel one ounce of compassion as I fucking do it. Iser can go fuck himself with the Louisiana shaped dildo I gave his stupid ass last week.”
Morgan seems to be a little bit torn in this side of the man she admires. She knows these things need to be done and Hunter is outnumbered so certain liberties need to be taken. Morgan also knows that this man is trying to heal himself and Hunter is tempting him with his vices. She understands but still she feels bad for this man she has never met.
“Morgan, these things need to happen. I need to go to Texas and beat the shit out of a dead talentless hack’s clueless daughter. I need to kick the dog shit out of Iser like it has never been done before. I need to decide who really needs to be used to apply the pressure needed. I am thinking dear sweet Allison needs to be used. This can all be stopped if Iser just leaves New Edge Wrestling and the mother fucking Business. Everything stops if he leaves. He can stop the torment that is to come. He can save his bitch ass daughter. He can save the ugly whore he is fucking . He can save his best friend from the beating of his pathetic fucking life. The daughter of the dead cannot. Seth can. Just walk the fuck away. Let me kick the shit out of the two losers. I do not need his help. Just go the fuck away and my destruction of Druscilla’s clueless daughter will be a footnote towards the end of the mother fucking business. If he stays and fights me, he will live the most miserable existence a human being has ever lived. Easy choice if you ask me.” Hunter maniacally stated for the record.
Hunter stands up and fixes the wrinkles in his suit. He straightens up his tie as he walks definitely out of the office. Morgan is a great girl but Hunter is not sure she has the stomach for what is to come. He knows for a fact he is ready for it. The first stop is Texas and picking up a title belt that is waiting and delivering a beating of a lifetime to a clueless cunt.