Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2012 11:38:47 GMT -5
“…it is the same damn match from last week only with this addition of some other loser. I have been there three weeks and I am already getting pissed…
…if you were me what would you do?”
MJ paces the marble floor beneath him, his arms held out, his palms facing upwards, emphasis he request for answers. Suddenly the pacing stops as he reaches the floor to ceiling glass doors, pushing down on the handle and forward he steps outside and a rush of muffled noise surrounds him from the busy New York streets below. His right hand comes up to adjust the earpiece and make sure that the fit is snug, he does not want to miss what is being said.
Snapping to the right and the left, MJs breathes deeply
“Hold on”
The earpiece is ripped out and MJ turns back to the glass doors, stepping with one foot back into the room
“SOPHIE! SOPHIE!”
She comes running, already aware that this is not going to be pleasant having heard and understood the tone. Almost skidding on the marble as she comes to a stop she stands there waiting
“Where the fuck is my drink?”
Her mumbled words are cut off before they even begin
“Simple instructions Sophie, very very simple. Whenever I am here then there needs to be one bottle of Chase, on ice on the balcony, and one bottle on ice on the table in the seating area.”
Sophie turns her head slightly and MJ looks past her to see a frozen bottle of Chase perched on the table over in the seating area, probably fifteen feet away.
“Don’t you dare suggest that I should be using that bottle, that bottle is over there and I was outside, on the balcony and outside on the balcony there is no bottle of Chase!
GET OUT!”
Frozen to the spot Sophie does not move
“GET OUT NOW!”
This one makes her jump, now free from the spot Sophie is unsure what this demand fully means, but she takes it to mean that she needs to leave the apartment and leave it very quickly. Deciding not to get any of her own belongings she turns on her heals and runs across to the door on the far side and quickly exits.
“Fucking staff”
These words are said as MJ puts the earpiece back in place, remaining standing with one foot inside and one foot outside, MJ eyes up the bottle of Chase across the room, tormented in the knowledge that if he wants a drink he is going to have to walk across the room, when in his world there should be a bottle waiting for him outside, as he had ordered. Whilst merely a mistake, MJ see’s it as an act of defiance and that does not sit well with him.
“What the hell do you mean ‘am I stressed?’ You would be too if your staff were as thick as shit!”
MJ continues to stare with anger across the room at the bottle. He is not an alcoholic, the issue here is not that he needs a drink, the issue is that he a bottle should have been outside where he had ordered it to be, and it isn’t. MJ has lived a charmed life and has gotten what he wants from birth, even being confronted with a situation as petty as this throws him.
“Yeah ill calm down, ill calm down once I know that she wont be able to feed her family for a week because I’ve stopped her pay for being so damn useless!.
Now, back to the matter at hand, tell me, what would you do?”
The fixed stare across the room has not flickered, MJ might have convinced the person on the other end of the phone that he is ready to move on, but convincing himself is another matter entirely.
“Well that’s a bit out of the blue isn’t it? Why would you do that, you’re a genius and you are an amazing business man but really? Why would you do it all again when things ended so badly?
Look, the fact is that I am here, I am in PCW and so are the boys and believe me when I tell you it will not be long until we are running the show, this bullshit of putting me in mid card matches against mid card talent will not last, because if it does then ill walk and the boys will follow and PCW will fall flat on its arse without us.
And once we are running PCW then who do you think I am going to be calling on? Yeah, you.
Why throw your money at something that die a long time ago when all you need to do is hold off until the right moment and then join me and the boys without having to lay out a penny? Actually quite the opposite, they are paying us to take over”
Knock Knock.
His eyes now dart slightly above the bottle on the table and over to the door.
“Sorry to cut this short but I have to go. Ill be seeing you in a few days anyway, so we will talk in greater depth then. See ya”
Taking the earpiece out and following a slight adjustment of his tie shouts out from where he stands.
“COME IN”
The door opens and there stands a smartly dressed man who is clearly concerned. He enquires about the early issue with Sophie and makes numerous apolgise.
“Stop grovelling you idiot and just do what that useless excuse for a human being could not do.
Go to my freezer, take out a bottle, put it in a bucket of ice and put it out-fucking-side, it is not difficult”
The irony of what he is saying is of no interest to MJ, the task clearly is not difficult but it is not his task to carry out and therefore has no intention of doing so.
The suited gentleman hurries over to the kitchen, moving out of sight for a short time as he collects the items required. Quickly walking over and towards MJ the man stops as he gets within a foot or so, surveying the size of the gap that is left as MJ remains standing in the doorway. Inching past, careful not to touch and risk annoying him the gentleman manages to get the drink out onto the table and back past him without incident.
“Well done, now get this place cleaned up before my wife gets back and have the GT brought out front, I have places to be.”
Now with a spring in his step and a crack of a smile he finally moves from his position and walks off and over to the opened door and disappears out of sight.
…if you were me what would you do?”
MJ paces the marble floor beneath him, his arms held out, his palms facing upwards, emphasis he request for answers. Suddenly the pacing stops as he reaches the floor to ceiling glass doors, pushing down on the handle and forward he steps outside and a rush of muffled noise surrounds him from the busy New York streets below. His right hand comes up to adjust the earpiece and make sure that the fit is snug, he does not want to miss what is being said.
Snapping to the right and the left, MJs breathes deeply
“Hold on”
The earpiece is ripped out and MJ turns back to the glass doors, stepping with one foot back into the room
“SOPHIE! SOPHIE!”
She comes running, already aware that this is not going to be pleasant having heard and understood the tone. Almost skidding on the marble as she comes to a stop she stands there waiting
“Where the fuck is my drink?”
Her mumbled words are cut off before they even begin
“Simple instructions Sophie, very very simple. Whenever I am here then there needs to be one bottle of Chase, on ice on the balcony, and one bottle on ice on the table in the seating area.”
Sophie turns her head slightly and MJ looks past her to see a frozen bottle of Chase perched on the table over in the seating area, probably fifteen feet away.
“Don’t you dare suggest that I should be using that bottle, that bottle is over there and I was outside, on the balcony and outside on the balcony there is no bottle of Chase!
GET OUT!”
Frozen to the spot Sophie does not move
“GET OUT NOW!”
This one makes her jump, now free from the spot Sophie is unsure what this demand fully means, but she takes it to mean that she needs to leave the apartment and leave it very quickly. Deciding not to get any of her own belongings she turns on her heals and runs across to the door on the far side and quickly exits.
“Fucking staff”
These words are said as MJ puts the earpiece back in place, remaining standing with one foot inside and one foot outside, MJ eyes up the bottle of Chase across the room, tormented in the knowledge that if he wants a drink he is going to have to walk across the room, when in his world there should be a bottle waiting for him outside, as he had ordered. Whilst merely a mistake, MJ see’s it as an act of defiance and that does not sit well with him.
“What the hell do you mean ‘am I stressed?’ You would be too if your staff were as thick as shit!”
MJ continues to stare with anger across the room at the bottle. He is not an alcoholic, the issue here is not that he needs a drink, the issue is that he a bottle should have been outside where he had ordered it to be, and it isn’t. MJ has lived a charmed life and has gotten what he wants from birth, even being confronted with a situation as petty as this throws him.
“Yeah ill calm down, ill calm down once I know that she wont be able to feed her family for a week because I’ve stopped her pay for being so damn useless!.
Now, back to the matter at hand, tell me, what would you do?”
The fixed stare across the room has not flickered, MJ might have convinced the person on the other end of the phone that he is ready to move on, but convincing himself is another matter entirely.
“Well that’s a bit out of the blue isn’t it? Why would you do that, you’re a genius and you are an amazing business man but really? Why would you do it all again when things ended so badly?
Look, the fact is that I am here, I am in PCW and so are the boys and believe me when I tell you it will not be long until we are running the show, this bullshit of putting me in mid card matches against mid card talent will not last, because if it does then ill walk and the boys will follow and PCW will fall flat on its arse without us.
And once we are running PCW then who do you think I am going to be calling on? Yeah, you.
Why throw your money at something that die a long time ago when all you need to do is hold off until the right moment and then join me and the boys without having to lay out a penny? Actually quite the opposite, they are paying us to take over”
Knock Knock.
His eyes now dart slightly above the bottle on the table and over to the door.
“Sorry to cut this short but I have to go. Ill be seeing you in a few days anyway, so we will talk in greater depth then. See ya”
Taking the earpiece out and following a slight adjustment of his tie shouts out from where he stands.
“COME IN”
The door opens and there stands a smartly dressed man who is clearly concerned. He enquires about the early issue with Sophie and makes numerous apolgise.
“Stop grovelling you idiot and just do what that useless excuse for a human being could not do.
Go to my freezer, take out a bottle, put it in a bucket of ice and put it out-fucking-side, it is not difficult”
The irony of what he is saying is of no interest to MJ, the task clearly is not difficult but it is not his task to carry out and therefore has no intention of doing so.
The suited gentleman hurries over to the kitchen, moving out of sight for a short time as he collects the items required. Quickly walking over and towards MJ the man stops as he gets within a foot or so, surveying the size of the gap that is left as MJ remains standing in the doorway. Inching past, careful not to touch and risk annoying him the gentleman manages to get the drink out onto the table and back past him without incident.
“Well done, now get this place cleaned up before my wife gets back and have the GT brought out front, I have places to be.”
Now with a spring in his step and a crack of a smile he finally moves from his position and walks off and over to the opened door and disappears out of sight.