Post by Le Biker on May 11, 2009 15:57:14 GMT -5
This one was going to be the hardest one I’d have to do. I’d need to bury my pride. I can’t do that… I’ve never done that. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t hide any longer: walking through the arena, I hear that Security has given up looking for me. I wonder why, sometimes. Maybe it’s because they know that I’m looking for Draven, and that I’ll show myself eventually. Or, possibly, Draven wants to see me too…
Regardless, I’m walking down the familiar offices of CRF. Old memories come back to me, and I almost start to dwell on them, but I haven’t time. I need to see Draven, to implore to him how wrong he is. Either that, or beg him for my job back. Maybe both… I walk up o his door. Strangely enough, it’s unlocked. I turn the doorknob, and it clicks open. Pushing forward the door, I see that Draven is sitting at his desk, looking up smugly at me. He greets me.
Have a seat, Mr. Ree. Heh, get it. Mister-Ree. Hah, I’m a genius.
He’s acting strangely. But that’s not important to me. Silently, I sit.
So, I’ve seen you through the halls in CRF. I’ve almost been worried that you could disrupt the flow of my plans. What, with you giving help to Nail, and such. You seemed to rub Magician the wrong way, however. And soon, I learned that, much like Fighter-X, you have no friends here.
My friends are none of your concern, Draven. And they DO exist. You just don’t know where.
Still, it seems as though you’re all alone for now. I’ve seen you speak to these people. I’ve seen you assault Vayne. I’ve seen you barely hold your own against Jake Jones. And I need to know, who are you? Who is there in CRF who is so perceptive, so concise, so skilled, and yet, so wrong, and so overrated? A slew of names came to mind. But none of them made sense. Arc would never fall to Jake Jones. Diablo would never give so carelessly to CRF. Damian Williams was never that perceptive. Other names came to mind, and I decided they would all be on my side, with everything I’ve done for them. So, who could you possibly be, to show all of these traits.
Draven, Who I am doesn’t matter. I’m here to ask for a match. I need to fight Jake Jones. I need to make him suffer for his insolence, and I need to prove to him the error of his ways.
I will do that, but only if you join me. You’ll quickly see how wrong you are, and how my power is unable to be toppled!
No. In no way will your doing of this favor will make us friends, or even allies. I will continue to ruin everything that you are. However, if you are truly right, and your regime is unstoppable, then you have nothing to lose by granting me this wish, Draven.
He’s mulling it over. He wants to keep up appearances. He knows I have him cornered. If he backs down, it shows he fears a weakness, and Execution will do everything they can to exploit it. But if he says yes, he’ll appear unstoppable. But he’ll risk everything he’s built up. It’s difficult to read his expression…
On one condition…
Name it.
Who are you?
This is hard to do…but I know it must be done… I rip my mask from the neck, and show him my face. His eyes light up in revelation, and then burn with rage. He grabs a large object off of his desk, and throws it to the side with large force.
YOU! AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU, THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! After all of that, you come here, begging me for your job back, and a chance to take Jake and Me, and all of us down? And you think that I’ll accept this deal? You have to be out of your mind… I should have you arrested!
On what grounds?
One what grounds? On the very grounds you stand on. I have video evidence of you trespassing, assaulting CRF superstars, not to mention all of the alleged warrants out on you for various crimes committed across the nation!
…He has me pegged. crap.
But I won’t do that… No, watching Jake crush you on your first day back will be so much more satisfying. So congratulations, you can have your match. You get Jake at the next Pay-Per-View. I’ll throw our lawyers on your case. In the meantime, I’m reinstating your contract…
I give him a smile, before I put my mask back on… He seems to have calmed down, but as I turn to leave, he says one last thing. And despite everything, his bitter tone sounds almost sweet. Maybe it’s because he truly appreciates my return. Or maybe it’s just because it felt so good to hear those exact words…
Oh, one more thing… Welcome to CRF.
I leave the office, having accomplished my goals. The match is on the horizon, but there’s so much to accomplish between here and there…
Regardless, I’m walking down the familiar offices of CRF. Old memories come back to me, and I almost start to dwell on them, but I haven’t time. I need to see Draven, to implore to him how wrong he is. Either that, or beg him for my job back. Maybe both… I walk up o his door. Strangely enough, it’s unlocked. I turn the doorknob, and it clicks open. Pushing forward the door, I see that Draven is sitting at his desk, looking up smugly at me. He greets me.
Have a seat, Mr. Ree. Heh, get it. Mister-Ree. Hah, I’m a genius.
He’s acting strangely. But that’s not important to me. Silently, I sit.
So, I’ve seen you through the halls in CRF. I’ve almost been worried that you could disrupt the flow of my plans. What, with you giving help to Nail, and such. You seemed to rub Magician the wrong way, however. And soon, I learned that, much like Fighter-X, you have no friends here.
My friends are none of your concern, Draven. And they DO exist. You just don’t know where.
Still, it seems as though you’re all alone for now. I’ve seen you speak to these people. I’ve seen you assault Vayne. I’ve seen you barely hold your own against Jake Jones. And I need to know, who are you? Who is there in CRF who is so perceptive, so concise, so skilled, and yet, so wrong, and so overrated? A slew of names came to mind. But none of them made sense. Arc would never fall to Jake Jones. Diablo would never give so carelessly to CRF. Damian Williams was never that perceptive. Other names came to mind, and I decided they would all be on my side, with everything I’ve done for them. So, who could you possibly be, to show all of these traits.
Draven, Who I am doesn’t matter. I’m here to ask for a match. I need to fight Jake Jones. I need to make him suffer for his insolence, and I need to prove to him the error of his ways.
I will do that, but only if you join me. You’ll quickly see how wrong you are, and how my power is unable to be toppled!
No. In no way will your doing of this favor will make us friends, or even allies. I will continue to ruin everything that you are. However, if you are truly right, and your regime is unstoppable, then you have nothing to lose by granting me this wish, Draven.
He’s mulling it over. He wants to keep up appearances. He knows I have him cornered. If he backs down, it shows he fears a weakness, and Execution will do everything they can to exploit it. But if he says yes, he’ll appear unstoppable. But he’ll risk everything he’s built up. It’s difficult to read his expression…
On one condition…
Name it.
Who are you?
This is hard to do…but I know it must be done… I rip my mask from the neck, and show him my face. His eyes light up in revelation, and then burn with rage. He grabs a large object off of his desk, and throws it to the side with large force.
YOU! AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU, THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! After all of that, you come here, begging me for your job back, and a chance to take Jake and Me, and all of us down? And you think that I’ll accept this deal? You have to be out of your mind… I should have you arrested!
On what grounds?
One what grounds? On the very grounds you stand on. I have video evidence of you trespassing, assaulting CRF superstars, not to mention all of the alleged warrants out on you for various crimes committed across the nation!
…He has me pegged. crap.
But I won’t do that… No, watching Jake crush you on your first day back will be so much more satisfying. So congratulations, you can have your match. You get Jake at the next Pay-Per-View. I’ll throw our lawyers on your case. In the meantime, I’m reinstating your contract…
I give him a smile, before I put my mask back on… He seems to have calmed down, but as I turn to leave, he says one last thing. And despite everything, his bitter tone sounds almost sweet. Maybe it’s because he truly appreciates my return. Or maybe it’s just because it felt so good to hear those exact words…
Oh, one more thing… Welcome to CRF.
I leave the office, having accomplished my goals. The match is on the horizon, but there’s so much to accomplish between here and there…