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Post by Osh Vaughan on Aug 24, 2021 0:33:31 GMT
Newbie Introduction! vs vs
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A.V.O
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Post by A.V.O on Sept 5, 2021 22:39:03 GMT
The man looked at himself in the mirror shaving off the long beard that had formed over the last year or so in this place. The lighting sucked but he made sure he got every inch clean. Looking at himself in the mirror running water over his face the shaving creme washed away and he was able to get a good look at the man he had become. A little wrinkle here and there but none the worse for wear. If anything he looked better than just about 8 years before. He could still remember that gavel hitting the bench and the judge condemning him to this state prison for 8 god damn years!!
Another man waited nervously in the room on the other side of the big metal doors. Simon had heard about what happened so many years earlier at Mikado Corp, but it had become kind of an urban legend in the building. Axel and the rest of the board stole Mikado's fortune out from underneath him little by little and conspired to murder him. Osbourne and Vincent were successful in that operation though Osbourne was pleaded down to manslaughter. He received 20 years, but because of some promise he showed in a fighting club arranged by the warden and other higher ups he was granted early release and signed to the biggest brand in the land IIW. The front desk clerk called Simon up to the desk and had him sign some final paper work and on the other side Osbourne's suit and other clothes were passed to him.
It felt good to slip on the hundreds if not thousands dollars worth of designer clothes. It was far and away better than that rough jump suit he had worn for the past eight years. Rolling his shoulders he was surprised that the little corporate weasel got his larger measurements correct. Knotting the tie expertly he ran his hands through his hair wetting it down.
Guard: Let's go meat!
AVO: Meat huh? I would thank you to address me properly. I am Axel GODDAMN Van Osbourne and i will be respected now that I am out of that ugly shit!
Axel threw the crumpled up jumpsuit at the guard as another grabbed him by the shoulder as he signed for a few personal items. Tapping the face of his gold watch he saw it was still in pristine working order. Nodding he put it on his wrist shaking his cuffs down.
Desk Clerk: You have everything signed and delivered Osbourne. Let's not see ya back here.
AVO: Not any time soon God willing.
The steel door swung open and Simon the latest corporate stooge greeted him right away.
Simon: I signed you out Sir and the town car is waiting, where are we headed first? Your flat got sold years ago obviously but I have found what I hope are suitable accommodations.
AVO: Buddy settle down I just got through eight years of avoiding a butt raping in the showers by various gigantic black guys. I don't need you kissing my ass raw. What's your damn name anyway?
Simon: It's Simon Sir. I'm sorry Sir!
AVO: Damn my man just shut the fuck up. Driver is the Tower still his??
Driver: Yes Sir though he is no longer among the breathing of course.
AVO: Of course! Take me to the corporate holdings bank. I assume the board still uses the same one?
Driver: Yes Sir. Headed that way.
Axel raised the partition picking up a glass pouring some smooth Kentucky bourbon over the sparkling ice and leaned back into the sumptuous leather
AVO: Simon, it's good to be back
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Post by The Marlboro Man on Sept 6, 2021 18:42:14 GMT
Down the wide corridor of the Phillip Morris Corporation Headquarters briskly walks a man holding two separate thick manila folders. His snakeskins boots echo with each step. The older gentleman, aging gray hair from a slight noticeable blonde, walks like he owns the place because he does in fact own the place. The janitors and mid-level executives stops as he passes to acknowledge the man but does not return the gesture in favor. He is too busy and does not know who any of these people are. He figures his name is on their paycheck but also knows if they were to leave today his business will be fine and they will be replaced within the week. Phillip Morris Sr, father of Marlboro Man and Owner/CEO of the Phillip Morris brand, stops in front of a closed door that looks much like the rest. The only difference being their lies a plaque to the left of this door that reads Phillip Morris Jr, Head of Acquisitions.
Phillip Morris Sr licks the padded portion of his thumb and shines the title first and then his sons name before opening the office door.
When Phillip Morris Sr walks into a room of one of his buildings he expects ticker symbols scrolling across the bottom of a muted television screen while his employee losses himself through the ticker-tatter of the keyboard. This time he sees not a ticket symbol scrolling across the screen but wrestling highlights from the week prior. And no ticker-tatter keyboard, but a young man, his son, leaning back in his chair with a bag of ice resting on his knees and shoulders.
Marlboro Man doesn't hear or notice his father enter his office. Phillip Morris Sr shakes his head as he walks to his sons desk and slaps the folders onto his desk creating a loud thud.
Phillip Morris Sr: I heard it boy and didn't believe. I said to myself there's no way in hell my son is dumb enough to get himself mixed up in some kind of shit like this.
Marlboro Man opens his eyes when he hears that southern drawl and sees his daddy with his firm look. He doesn't respond.
PMS: Say something boy. What kind of madness has got you tangled up with grown men in their underwear?
Marlboro Man: It ain't like that pop. This is business.
PMS: That's what they tell me. You bullying some fat kid and putting that shit online is business now? Is that the kind of business we do? We just gonna torture for pleasure now? [See Marlboro Man vs. Chris Nitro]
MM: They had me followed... they videoed me at home. That fat kid stole my business plan.
PMS: Business plan? To buy Netflix right? You gonna just get in wrestling and beat everyone now is you?
MM: What I'm -
PMS: Shut up boy I ain't finished. You think Netflix is gonna get shook and sell you they whole got damned company?
MM: That's the -
PMS: I spent good money on that education and you showing me I didn't spend enough. How much more money I gotta spend to make that brain of yours work right?
Silence from Marlboro Man.
PMS: I can spend all the damned money in the world and it don't mean nothing to you. Let's see if spending your own damn money will make any difference.
Phillip Morris Sr nods to the first of two folders inviting his son to open it up. Marlboro opens it up and sees it's a lawsuit settlement. An amount of $3 Million paid to the order of Mason Rogers.
MM: Who is this?
PMS: That's the boy you beat up and put on the damned internet for everyone to see. We had our lawyers out there within 6 hours after this was processed through the courts. We had him signing before his lawyer was able to say "Pain & Suffering Full Tort State". I hope you're happy because you made this kid a rich man and got the board up in my ass at the same time.
MM: I'm sorry pop. I ain't trying to give away our money like that or hurt the business I'm -
PMS: No no, son. This ain't our money you giving away. That was your money. You keep fucking up like this again and it's gonna keep being your money. I told you I'm done throwing money at that brain of yours. It's time you stop cutting up and do the job I gave you.
MM: I told you to buy Netflix years ago after the Blockbuster deal fell through! Netflix is mine and it's gonna be mine. If I gotta shit on every one of their programs to do it I will and will get a nice discount on a failing company so we can bring it back from the dead.
PMS: I'm glad to hear that son because, while we don't see eye to eye, the board feels the exact same way you do. Your little wrestling stunt cost the company a few points... but your win gained double the amount of points lost. I taught you better than bullying boy and I don't want to see that again. Now pick up that other folder.
Marlboro's father gestures to the second of the two folders and opens it up and turns it to Marlboro's direction. Phillip Morris Sr starts pacing while his son reads what's in front of him.
PMS: The board created this scouting report for your next wrestling match. Axel Van Osbourne, recently released from prison. It took some digging but it was us that put him there?
MM: What you mean we put him in prison?
PMS: The details are beneath us boy. Mikado Corporation... his insider trading was becoming a financial threat to us so we conspired with people inside the company and took him down and absorbed some of their key assets and incorporated some of their inner workings. It's because of this we got that summer lake house property you've enjoyed so much.
MM: We do their insider trading?
PMS: Nah, not all of it. Some of his people refused to work for us and they're doing their own thing. I think the company is still around. It's a whole thing son. I've put you in acquisitions for a reason boy. You're protected right here. You aren't gonna have to worry about this guy, he's been a prison girlfriend for the better part of the past decade eating prison food. He's not important... move on.
Marlboro Man flips through detailed pages until he gets to the next portion.
MM: Brutus, Chris Williams.
Marlboro looks up at his father and shrugs.
MM: These names don't mean anything to me just like that Chris Nitro guy didn't nothing to me either.
PMS: The name was familiar, and it took a very long time, but I actually know this mans father. I knew his father. He died recently unfortunately. He was a good man. We did some work together on the ranch a long number of years ago. He had the mental capacity to come to corporate work with me... but he didn't have that killer instinct. We were good friends and lost touch soon after he moved away but this is his son. If he's anything like his old man he ain't gonna have that killer instinct his father didn't have but'll have his after school special bullshit boy scout morals.
Marlboro Man closes the folder and tosses it on the first folder in a pile.
MM: They both just men. I can beat men.
Phillip Morris Sr demeanor instantly changes.
PMS: You damn sure better boy. Your Netflix stunt has the board riled up and they expect another win from the PPV tonight. We got a lot of marketing money being shoveled into this match. We giving away a free packs of cigarettes to each of these inbred wrestling fans that show up. We're even eating the fine we're gonna get from that surgeon general bastard we gonna get because we gonna be replacing the smoking warning label and replacing it with a wresting you as the warning.
MM: You really gonna give cigarettes to kids?
PMS: Absolutely boy. Kids these days don't know what they're supposed to do after sex anymore. This is a public service we're providing here son. They can't buy or watch cartoons about cigarettes but I'm damn sure they can get them as gifts.
Phillip Morris Sr puts his hand into the inside of his jacket to reveal an antique style cigarette lighter and a lone cigarette. He expertly flicks his lighter as he's done thousands of times previously lighting his fresh cigarette and turning the beginning portion into smoke as he exhales it away.
PMS: There are a thousand different streaming services son. You fucked up putting us in this situation. You better follow this through now.
Phillip Morris Sr briskly leaves as he entered leaving the door open after ashing his cigarette on the floor.
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