Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 15:16:50 GMT -6
There's a saying about roads to hell being paved with, what is that shit...
Good intentions. Throughout so many moments in history, so much bad has been reaped from somebody who, was simply trying to do what they thought was right.
Tony Savage's EWC story should have ended in Houston, regardless of the outcome of the match. Too much hate and animosity and frustration had been brewing for it to have ended any other way.
When he walked down the aisle in defeat, he couldn't look at the fans, or acknowledge their cheers. They, and their adulation, disgusted him. He said nothing on the way out; not even a peep as he packed his bags, loaded them into the car, and left. No goodbyes, nothing. Griff, Mac, and several denizens of the locker room tried to reach him, but nothing they did, whether pleading nor reasoning nor scolding and shaking their heads in confusion and anger swayed him in the least bit.
It was over. Or, least, it should have been over. All Tony wanted to do was walk off and live his life away from the brand. They go their way, and he would his.
But some people just couldn't leave it alone. Oh, no, their best intentions just couldn't leave the wound to heal itself.
Tony's penthouse, Central Park West
1 September 2016 9:44 AM
Hong Kong? Girl, why Hong Kong?
Why not?Cassandra couldn't hide her giddiness over the prospect of Tony finally being out of EWC. She hated the life and the organization, and what it was doing to her man. Compounded by Tony's decision to leave the bail bonding business to someone else willing to suffer massive headaches and walk out with a massive payday to boot, like, never have to worry about money ever AGAIN payday, and she was practically singing when she showed Tony 2 first class British Airways tickets to Hong Kong.
No more chasing down scumbags for a payday, no more costumed freaks wielding trash cans and steel chairs, and no more Daniel Fuck-faced bastard Mac screwing her man over. Just her, and her man, and a great big world open to them to do anything they want in it.
Exotic locale, a chance to actually enjoy traveling somewhere without being focused on some drooling prat in spandex...
Not to mention a few little slinky item's from Fredericks of Hollywood I may need help getting off me with someone's teeth...
Ooh...*wraps his arms around her waist*...gonna have to find out what's Cantonese for "Damn, woman!" Hell, why not; Hong Kong sounds like a good place to get away from it all, recharge the batteries....
Considering what kind of kinky, make the room stink shenanigans you're planning, I need all the energy I can get.
But before he can get a sneak peek at Freaknik: Far East Edition, the doorbell rings.Hold that thought...
*Opens the door* Elijah, what are you doing...
Elijah Rothstein; part Jew, part rabid pitbull, all lawyer, doesn't bother to wait for Tony to formally invite him in. He pulls a Kramer and just walks in, plopping paperwork down on the kitchen table:That fucking pot smoking lab rat just fucked you over, Tony!!
What the hell are you...But Elijah interrupts him with a folder shoved into his chest.Kid Cannabis, Tony. That bitch....sorry, Cass...just pulled an end-around on you. Read, and try not to blow too many gaskets in the process.
Tony reads, and with each sentence, the shade of red in his face darkens, and that vein in one's forehead; you know, the one you've probably seen bulging when you used to make too much noise while he was trying to relax and watch Sportscenter after a tough day at work; swelled to the size of a football...
Mother....
FUCKERS!! THE WHOLE PACK OF YOU! COCK-SUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS SHIT TO ME!! I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED OF ME, AND THISIS WHAT I FUCKING GET!?!
EWC Headquarters, New York Office
An hour later....
Tony, calm down....Mac does his best to keep his cool, but it only adds grease to the fire:DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN, GODDAMN YOU!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS SHIT TO ME!
Actually, we can...and we are!!
Did you forget I was the one that got you your deal with EWC in the first place, huh?
And the person about to pour the curb and gutter for said road to Hell; Kid Cannabis! EWC Legend, and the woman who, thanks to a few loopholes in the deal that made her business manager for Tony on the wrestling end, has just set events into motion. And that motion's leading everybody involved in a bad direction.
How can we forget? That 10% you're taking from him's a bitter reminder?
And I make sure I earn that cut by ensuring my client, and my friend...
Pfft. You still think we're the latter after this shit you're pulling?
A slight pained expression on her face, then back to business:Doesn't do something stupid, and opting out of your contract is just that: STUPID!!
You do know, on a 2 year deal, after 18 months, I can opt out without penalty?
Normally, yes, but...
I've got this covered...
But, if you'll note, in section 4, paragraph 4.5, any decision pertaining to contracts requires consent from both you and me. And guess what...
I DON'T give it!
Tony looks over to Elijah:She can't really...
I'm afraid so; it's pretty ironclad.
Nothing I can do on my end, either, Tony. I could fire you, but then, I'd have to face the consequences in court as well. We're stuck with each other, at least for another 6 months...
That's why you and Big Mac need to work this shit out, Tony. You two need each other. This fed NEEDS you, man. You saw the response when you left Houston; you're one of the bedrocks of this federation. That's why you gotta ride this out....
But Tony is seething; his teeth gritted and gnashing together.Can everybody give us the room for a few moments?
Gladly; right now I can't bloody stand to even look at you...fucking traitor!!
That barb hurt Can; she always considered Cass a little sister. Now, with only her and Tony in the room, she lights up a blunt. She tries to pass it to Tony, but Tony doesn't even blink; staring daggers into her.
So, that's how it is right now, huh? *puff* Fine...
You know I'm right, don't you? You're throwing your career away because you're pissed...
Not like this place is the only game in town...
Where the fuck else are you gonna go, huh? You think Vince McMahon or Dana White'll treat you right? You really want to go try to get your old job back with that shithole fed in New Jersey, or work for Perry Wallace's drama club? And don't try to tell me you really want to just walk away from the sport at 27 years old.
Yeah, so you've been slighted by management, even marginalized...GET OVER IT!! You know how long it took me to get even halfways to the point you are now? You've got another 10, 15 years in you. At the pace you're going, you could end up one of, if not, the greatest even to put in work in an EWC ring....
And I cannot....WILL NOT....let you fuck it up because you have a chip on your shoulder!!
You're going to finish up your contract. And you're going to show up to the next Brawl and let these people know personally, until your contract is up, you're be around to do what you do best. Otherwise, it'll get messy in court.
You'd really sue me, just to keep me around a bit longer.
I love you too much to not consider it. Love, Tony. I'm doing this for your own good....
With an incredulous, and nearly insane cackle, Tony rises to his feet from the chair:Been noticing a pattern with most of the people that claim to love me anymore, freak-show...
They're the one's been fucking me over the worst! We're done here!!
Tony, don't be....
But all she gets is Tony's back and a middle finger pointed in her vicinity! She's left alone in the office, puffing on her blunt and musing for a few moments before Mac comes back in.
This is a bad idea; we should have just let him go...
Is everything set, Danny?!
Yeah, the new contract extension is complete. It's all on him to sign it. But, I'm having serious doubts about your plan. Did you see the look in his eyes? He wants to skin the both of us alive!
Look, I know Tony. He's pissed. He'll get over it. Besides, wait till he sees what I have planned for him come the next Brawl.
Trust me, Mac. It'll work out for the best!
The statement utter so many times, right before things went properly tits up, folks.
People in the hallway parted like bad comb-overs when they saw Tony walk down the hall to the elevator, and with good reason. He looked as if he'd rip your spleen out and feed it to you. Hell, just waiting for the elevator to stop at the floor caused a storm of expletives to come pouring out, many of the words previously unheard of in the English language, but sounding rancid as hell, just the same. Right now, the next person to say something wrong to him was gonna catch it...
Tony! Dude; I just heard you're sticking around for another 6 months! That's great news...
Aw, naw, Griff. Not you. Why man, just....WHY?! Why'd you have to make your elevator ride a problem, bro?
Griff... just get...out...of...my...way!!
But dude, this is great news. The fans'll go nuts when they discover...
The voice that the builders of the tower of Babel heard right before God decided to demolish the motherfucker....
FUCK THE FANS, FUCK DANNY MAC, FUCK THIS JOKE OF A COMPANY, AND FUCK YOU FOR EVEN BRINGING THE GODDAMN SUBJECT UP! SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I RIP YOUR GODDAMN ARMS OUT YER SOCKETS AND DO THE DRUM SOLO FROM GOOD TIMES, BAD TIMES ON YOUR BLEEDING CORPSE LIKE I WAS FUCKING JOHN BONHAM!
.....o....kaaaaaaaay! I didn't mean...
With eyes bugging out of his head after that outburst, Griff watches the doors closing in front of Tony, who has steam coming out of his pores.
He must be quitting caffeine again; he is ALWAYS cranky when he cuts Starbucks out of his diet!
Good intentions. Throughout so many moments in history, so much bad has been reaped from somebody who, was simply trying to do what they thought was right.
Tony Savage's EWC story should have ended in Houston, regardless of the outcome of the match. Too much hate and animosity and frustration had been brewing for it to have ended any other way.
When he walked down the aisle in defeat, he couldn't look at the fans, or acknowledge their cheers. They, and their adulation, disgusted him. He said nothing on the way out; not even a peep as he packed his bags, loaded them into the car, and left. No goodbyes, nothing. Griff, Mac, and several denizens of the locker room tried to reach him, but nothing they did, whether pleading nor reasoning nor scolding and shaking their heads in confusion and anger swayed him in the least bit.
It was over. Or, least, it should have been over. All Tony wanted to do was walk off and live his life away from the brand. They go their way, and he would his.
But some people just couldn't leave it alone. Oh, no, their best intentions just couldn't leave the wound to heal itself.
Tony's penthouse, Central Park West
1 September 2016 9:44 AM
Hong Kong? Girl, why Hong Kong?
Why not?Cassandra couldn't hide her giddiness over the prospect of Tony finally being out of EWC. She hated the life and the organization, and what it was doing to her man. Compounded by Tony's decision to leave the bail bonding business to someone else willing to suffer massive headaches and walk out with a massive payday to boot, like, never have to worry about money ever AGAIN payday, and she was practically singing when she showed Tony 2 first class British Airways tickets to Hong Kong.
No more chasing down scumbags for a payday, no more costumed freaks wielding trash cans and steel chairs, and no more Daniel Fuck-faced bastard Mac screwing her man over. Just her, and her man, and a great big world open to them to do anything they want in it.
Exotic locale, a chance to actually enjoy traveling somewhere without being focused on some drooling prat in spandex...
Not to mention a few little slinky item's from Fredericks of Hollywood I may need help getting off me with someone's teeth...
Ooh...*wraps his arms around her waist*...gonna have to find out what's Cantonese for "Damn, woman!" Hell, why not; Hong Kong sounds like a good place to get away from it all, recharge the batteries....
Considering what kind of kinky, make the room stink shenanigans you're planning, I need all the energy I can get.
But before he can get a sneak peek at Freaknik: Far East Edition, the doorbell rings.Hold that thought...
*Opens the door* Elijah, what are you doing...
Elijah Rothstein; part Jew, part rabid pitbull, all lawyer, doesn't bother to wait for Tony to formally invite him in. He pulls a Kramer and just walks in, plopping paperwork down on the kitchen table:That fucking pot smoking lab rat just fucked you over, Tony!!
What the hell are you...But Elijah interrupts him with a folder shoved into his chest.Kid Cannabis, Tony. That bitch....sorry, Cass...just pulled an end-around on you. Read, and try not to blow too many gaskets in the process.
Tony reads, and with each sentence, the shade of red in his face darkens, and that vein in one's forehead; you know, the one you've probably seen bulging when you used to make too much noise while he was trying to relax and watch Sportscenter after a tough day at work; swelled to the size of a football...
Mother....
FUCKERS!! THE WHOLE PACK OF YOU! COCK-SUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS SHIT TO ME!! I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED OF ME, AND THISIS WHAT I FUCKING GET!?!
EWC Headquarters, New York Office
An hour later....
Tony, calm down....Mac does his best to keep his cool, but it only adds grease to the fire:DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN, GODDAMN YOU!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS SHIT TO ME!
Actually, we can...and we are!!
Did you forget I was the one that got you your deal with EWC in the first place, huh?
And the person about to pour the curb and gutter for said road to Hell; Kid Cannabis! EWC Legend, and the woman who, thanks to a few loopholes in the deal that made her business manager for Tony on the wrestling end, has just set events into motion. And that motion's leading everybody involved in a bad direction.
How can we forget? That 10% you're taking from him's a bitter reminder?
And I make sure I earn that cut by ensuring my client, and my friend...
Pfft. You still think we're the latter after this shit you're pulling?
A slight pained expression on her face, then back to business:Doesn't do something stupid, and opting out of your contract is just that: STUPID!!
You do know, on a 2 year deal, after 18 months, I can opt out without penalty?
Normally, yes, but...
I've got this covered...
But, if you'll note, in section 4, paragraph 4.5, any decision pertaining to contracts requires consent from both you and me. And guess what...
I DON'T give it!
Tony looks over to Elijah:She can't really...
I'm afraid so; it's pretty ironclad.
Nothing I can do on my end, either, Tony. I could fire you, but then, I'd have to face the consequences in court as well. We're stuck with each other, at least for another 6 months...
That's why you and Big Mac need to work this shit out, Tony. You two need each other. This fed NEEDS you, man. You saw the response when you left Houston; you're one of the bedrocks of this federation. That's why you gotta ride this out....
But Tony is seething; his teeth gritted and gnashing together.Can everybody give us the room for a few moments?
Gladly; right now I can't bloody stand to even look at you...fucking traitor!!
That barb hurt Can; she always considered Cass a little sister. Now, with only her and Tony in the room, she lights up a blunt. She tries to pass it to Tony, but Tony doesn't even blink; staring daggers into her.
So, that's how it is right now, huh? *puff* Fine...
You know I'm right, don't you? You're throwing your career away because you're pissed...
Not like this place is the only game in town...
Where the fuck else are you gonna go, huh? You think Vince McMahon or Dana White'll treat you right? You really want to go try to get your old job back with that shithole fed in New Jersey, or work for Perry Wallace's drama club? And don't try to tell me you really want to just walk away from the sport at 27 years old.
Yeah, so you've been slighted by management, even marginalized...GET OVER IT!! You know how long it took me to get even halfways to the point you are now? You've got another 10, 15 years in you. At the pace you're going, you could end up one of, if not, the greatest even to put in work in an EWC ring....
And I cannot....WILL NOT....let you fuck it up because you have a chip on your shoulder!!
You're going to finish up your contract. And you're going to show up to the next Brawl and let these people know personally, until your contract is up, you're be around to do what you do best. Otherwise, it'll get messy in court.
You'd really sue me, just to keep me around a bit longer.
I love you too much to not consider it. Love, Tony. I'm doing this for your own good....
With an incredulous, and nearly insane cackle, Tony rises to his feet from the chair:Been noticing a pattern with most of the people that claim to love me anymore, freak-show...
They're the one's been fucking me over the worst! We're done here!!
Tony, don't be....
But all she gets is Tony's back and a middle finger pointed in her vicinity! She's left alone in the office, puffing on her blunt and musing for a few moments before Mac comes back in.
This is a bad idea; we should have just let him go...
Is everything set, Danny?!
Yeah, the new contract extension is complete. It's all on him to sign it. But, I'm having serious doubts about your plan. Did you see the look in his eyes? He wants to skin the both of us alive!
Look, I know Tony. He's pissed. He'll get over it. Besides, wait till he sees what I have planned for him come the next Brawl.
Trust me, Mac. It'll work out for the best!
The statement utter so many times, right before things went properly tits up, folks.
People in the hallway parted like bad comb-overs when they saw Tony walk down the hall to the elevator, and with good reason. He looked as if he'd rip your spleen out and feed it to you. Hell, just waiting for the elevator to stop at the floor caused a storm of expletives to come pouring out, many of the words previously unheard of in the English language, but sounding rancid as hell, just the same. Right now, the next person to say something wrong to him was gonna catch it...
Tony! Dude; I just heard you're sticking around for another 6 months! That's great news...
Aw, naw, Griff. Not you. Why man, just....WHY?! Why'd you have to make your elevator ride a problem, bro?
Griff... just get...out...of...my...way!!
But dude, this is great news. The fans'll go nuts when they discover...
The voice that the builders of the tower of Babel heard right before God decided to demolish the motherfucker....
FUCK THE FANS, FUCK DANNY MAC, FUCK THIS JOKE OF A COMPANY, AND FUCK YOU FOR EVEN BRINGING THE GODDAMN SUBJECT UP! SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I RIP YOUR GODDAMN ARMS OUT YER SOCKETS AND DO THE DRUM SOLO FROM GOOD TIMES, BAD TIMES ON YOUR BLEEDING CORPSE LIKE I WAS FUCKING JOHN BONHAM!
.....o....kaaaaaaaay! I didn't mean...
With eyes bugging out of his head after that outburst, Griff watches the doors closing in front of Tony, who has steam coming out of his pores.
He must be quitting caffeine again; he is ALWAYS cranky when he cuts Starbucks out of his diet!