Post by The Greater Evil on Mar 24, 2010 21:48:14 GMT -5
“They want what “ uttered The Greater Evil with incredible disgust in his deep, rumbling voice.
“To send an interviewer here to talk to you” Erik replied with a bored expression on his face. “Apparently they want to get some kind of career biography on you for the new talent coming in with the merge”.
“Fuck the new talent” The Greater Evil replied with a sneer. “Let them learn about me the same way that everyone else does. They can read my bio and learn the rest in the ring when I’m educating them on what Wrestling is really about.”
“Apparently they feel that they hold some sort of contractual leverage over you due to this merger” replied Erik with a shrug.
“I presume the Legal Team is addressing that as we speak” he replied in annoyance.
“They are. It will take time though.” Erik once again replied blandly.
Dirge glared at his best friend and former protégé, although the glare clearly wasn’t meant for him as much as it was the situation. Erik responded by folding his arms behind his back and looking down at his friend and mentor. Dirge did not arise from his chair, instead slouching in it slightly and slapping his arms down onto the armrests with a leathery squeak.
“So due to this merger that was forced because Raenius, Chassie and I did exactly what we said that we were going to do and kill GIW, I now have to suffer some likely insufferable servant of the new regime coming to my home. In addition to the intrusion he is also going to assault me with a barrage of asinine questions.”
“It appears that way, yes.”
“Well...knowledge is power Erik” replied Dirge, his expression changing from an aggravated frown to dangerous and sinister smirk. “As such I want to know everything we can about this interviewer. Do we have a name yet ?”
“Nyet, not yet” Erik replied with a shake of his head. “That will not be difficult to overcome though. I will call David and have him look into it for us. We will know within the half hour.”
“Excellent” Dirge replied with an approving shake of his head. “Let’s welcome this person will all of hospitality that he or she is due...”
A few hours later.
Dirge’s Estate outside Chicago.
“Oh well this is perfect.”
The Greater Evil uttered the remark with a look of undisguised satisfaction and amusement on his face. The man standing on the other side of the door had an expression on his face, although he was clearly feeling the exact opposite of The Greater Evil.
“If it didn’t mean that I could rip into your history this would leave me feeling overwhelmed with disgust.”
“Why the hostility” The Greater Evil replied in the most obnoxious tone that he could muster. “After everything we’ve been through, you greet me in my home in so ungracious a manner ? I’d have expected at least somewhat better from you.”
“To be quite honest Dirge...” the other man replied with disgust. “If you can handle the truth for once.”
“Trite” replied Dirge with a grin and a slight chuckle. “By all means though, please do “enlighten” me with your narrow version of what the “truth” is. If nothing else I’ll get a good laugh out of it.”
“I’m not going to make this easy on you” the man answered with steel in his voice. “Because to be quite honest Dirge, you and your cohorts utterly disgust me. I used to think Chassie was better than you two are and had just been subverted by you and Raenius...”
“Get to the point” Dirge answered, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“That woman is as morally bankrupt as the two of you” his visitor practically spit, his voice thick with condemnation and hostility. “If she was the conscience of The Covenant before, she is nothing more than a willing whore who lets herself be pimped by you and Raenius.”
“You do realize that you are standing at the threshold of my home” Dirge answered with equal hostility. “Not only are you at my home, but you just insulted a woman who is as a sister to me. You would be well served to keep such unwarranted opinions to yourself unless you wish for your life to become even more torturous to you than it already is.”
The man replied to the warning with an expression of defiance and anger, but refused to budge. Dirge took a step forward, forcing him to take a step backwards to the edge of the long, stone staircase and leered over him.
“Physically harming me would probably cause you to be sued by the conglomerate that we both now work for.”
The hostile sneer disappeared from Dirge’s face, quickly replaced by the arrogant and dangerous expression of power that he was so well known for.
“You should know by now that I needn’t physically harm you...”
“I know that. You’ve shown a willingness to destroy anyone though any means necessary.”
“It’s nice to know that you are capable of learning” The Greater Evil stated. “Just as equally, I am in no way concerned by threats of a lawsuit from this piss poor excuse for a Wrestling Conglomerate. Even if they were somehow fortunate enough to find a judge who would entertain such mindless nonsense, it would never go anywhere. I have friends in places of power that they could never hope to overcome.”
Erik, who walked up behind Dirge and whispered something into his ear, interrupted the men’s conversation. Dirge nodded briefly in response before stepping back into the house and extending an arm inward.
“Our interview location is prepared” Dirge replied, turning and walking away from his guest towards the back of the extremely large home. “Please, do come in and make yourself comfortable. Gregori will get you whatever drink you may desire.”
The man recoiled as if having just been slapped in the face before a dark expression passes across his face.
“Son of a bitch” he muttered in irritation. “I fucking hate this prick.”
A few moments later the man stalked angrily into an extremely large room that was lit by the sunlight that passed through the lightly tinted large paned windows that had been built into the roof. The room itself had floor to ceiling, expensive wood paneling and stone floors. Dirge was seated in the center of the room in an expensive, dark blue leather chair that was situated in front of an expensive, darkly stained wood table. There were three other identical chairs flaking it.
“I see you decided to join me”
“You’re an asshole” the guest replied with an annoyed sneer. “I should have known that you were just jerking with me...that it was all just an act.”
“Not an act” answered Dirge with a smile. “Merely a social experiment of sorts. I know how easy it is to push your buttons. Those who are as self-righteous as you are easily manipulated. I just thought that I’d have a little fun at your expense.”
“You really are a miserable prick” his guest replied angrily. “For one who just failed as spectacularly as you did, I’d think that it would have imparted a little humility in you.”
The attempted insult was met with a loud, deep and thunderous laugh that draw a look of abject confusion from The Greater Evil.
“Don’t be absurd.” Dirge replied, his laughter slowly subsiding. “The Covenant succeeded wildly.”
“But you failed” his guest replied with great satisfaction. “Donovan Hastings is still the Unified Global Champion.”
“Christ you’re simple” responded Dirge with a chuckle, before signaling a large, square jawed man. The man nodded and walked to a bar. Dirge turned back to his guest as the sound of clinking glass sounded behind him.
“Simple ?” the man replied in confusion. “How am I the simple one ? You lost to “The Lord Chief”. He defeated you. Glenn Burke raised your hand and it dropped to the canvas three times. How is that possibly a victory? Please…explain it to me in your convolution logic.”
“It is true that my hand fell to the canvas three times, thus signaling that I was no longer able to continue” Dirge retorted calmly, as if explaining something excruciatingly simple to a child who suffered from a severe cognitive limitation.
“Yeah, you lost.”
“Technically...yes” replied Dirge calmly.
“Technically ? You lost !!”
“Hastings is now the Champion of a defunct promotion.” Dirge replied with an arrogant smirk. “Please do tell me in what way I “lost”. So I didn’t take the shiny gold belt. There’s plenty of time for that once the Championship that actually matters is implemented. So please, tell me again how I and The Covenant “lost”, because as far as we’re concerned we didn’t just “win”….”
“What did you do then ?”
Dirge leans forward in his chair with a confident and pleased smile.
“We conquered” Dirge replied emphatically. “Even more importantly...we destroyed.”
The man, who had at some point sat down in one of the other seats, exhaled slowly in utter exasperation before reaching down and pulling a black, fake leather binder from his bag. He flipped it open and ran his finger down the page, scanning over what was printed on it before looking back at The Greater Evil.
“Can we start this interview at some point ?” the man inquired in annoyance.
“By all means Nicky” Dirge answered calmly before accepting the drink that was handed to him.
“Good” Nicholas Vinegar replied with relief. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Why Nick...” Dirge replied with a snide smirk. “If I didn’t know better...I’d swear that you don’t like me.”
“This is going to be a long afternoon...” answered Vinegar with a disconsolate sigh as he slumped further down into the chair, his head dropping towards his lap. A few moments later the Russian who had been identified as “Gregori” walked up to him and handed him a drink.
“Thanks”.
“Don’t mention it” the man returned with an understanding smirk.
“To send an interviewer here to talk to you” Erik replied with a bored expression on his face. “Apparently they want to get some kind of career biography on you for the new talent coming in with the merge”.
“Fuck the new talent” The Greater Evil replied with a sneer. “Let them learn about me the same way that everyone else does. They can read my bio and learn the rest in the ring when I’m educating them on what Wrestling is really about.”
“Apparently they feel that they hold some sort of contractual leverage over you due to this merger” replied Erik with a shrug.
“I presume the Legal Team is addressing that as we speak” he replied in annoyance.
“They are. It will take time though.” Erik once again replied blandly.
Dirge glared at his best friend and former protégé, although the glare clearly wasn’t meant for him as much as it was the situation. Erik responded by folding his arms behind his back and looking down at his friend and mentor. Dirge did not arise from his chair, instead slouching in it slightly and slapping his arms down onto the armrests with a leathery squeak.
“So due to this merger that was forced because Raenius, Chassie and I did exactly what we said that we were going to do and kill GIW, I now have to suffer some likely insufferable servant of the new regime coming to my home. In addition to the intrusion he is also going to assault me with a barrage of asinine questions.”
“It appears that way, yes.”
“Well...knowledge is power Erik” replied Dirge, his expression changing from an aggravated frown to dangerous and sinister smirk. “As such I want to know everything we can about this interviewer. Do we have a name yet ?”
“Nyet, not yet” Erik replied with a shake of his head. “That will not be difficult to overcome though. I will call David and have him look into it for us. We will know within the half hour.”
“Excellent” Dirge replied with an approving shake of his head. “Let’s welcome this person will all of hospitality that he or she is due...”
A few hours later.
Dirge’s Estate outside Chicago.
“Oh well this is perfect.”
The Greater Evil uttered the remark with a look of undisguised satisfaction and amusement on his face. The man standing on the other side of the door had an expression on his face, although he was clearly feeling the exact opposite of The Greater Evil.
“If it didn’t mean that I could rip into your history this would leave me feeling overwhelmed with disgust.”
“Why the hostility” The Greater Evil replied in the most obnoxious tone that he could muster. “After everything we’ve been through, you greet me in my home in so ungracious a manner ? I’d have expected at least somewhat better from you.”
“To be quite honest Dirge...” the other man replied with disgust. “If you can handle the truth for once.”
“Trite” replied Dirge with a grin and a slight chuckle. “By all means though, please do “enlighten” me with your narrow version of what the “truth” is. If nothing else I’ll get a good laugh out of it.”
“I’m not going to make this easy on you” the man answered with steel in his voice. “Because to be quite honest Dirge, you and your cohorts utterly disgust me. I used to think Chassie was better than you two are and had just been subverted by you and Raenius...”
“Get to the point” Dirge answered, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“That woman is as morally bankrupt as the two of you” his visitor practically spit, his voice thick with condemnation and hostility. “If she was the conscience of The Covenant before, she is nothing more than a willing whore who lets herself be pimped by you and Raenius.”
“You do realize that you are standing at the threshold of my home” Dirge answered with equal hostility. “Not only are you at my home, but you just insulted a woman who is as a sister to me. You would be well served to keep such unwarranted opinions to yourself unless you wish for your life to become even more torturous to you than it already is.”
The man replied to the warning with an expression of defiance and anger, but refused to budge. Dirge took a step forward, forcing him to take a step backwards to the edge of the long, stone staircase and leered over him.
“Physically harming me would probably cause you to be sued by the conglomerate that we both now work for.”
The hostile sneer disappeared from Dirge’s face, quickly replaced by the arrogant and dangerous expression of power that he was so well known for.
“You should know by now that I needn’t physically harm you...”
“I know that. You’ve shown a willingness to destroy anyone though any means necessary.”
“It’s nice to know that you are capable of learning” The Greater Evil stated. “Just as equally, I am in no way concerned by threats of a lawsuit from this piss poor excuse for a Wrestling Conglomerate. Even if they were somehow fortunate enough to find a judge who would entertain such mindless nonsense, it would never go anywhere. I have friends in places of power that they could never hope to overcome.”
Erik, who walked up behind Dirge and whispered something into his ear, interrupted the men’s conversation. Dirge nodded briefly in response before stepping back into the house and extending an arm inward.
“Our interview location is prepared” Dirge replied, turning and walking away from his guest towards the back of the extremely large home. “Please, do come in and make yourself comfortable. Gregori will get you whatever drink you may desire.”
The man recoiled as if having just been slapped in the face before a dark expression passes across his face.
“Son of a bitch” he muttered in irritation. “I fucking hate this prick.”
A few moments later the man stalked angrily into an extremely large room that was lit by the sunlight that passed through the lightly tinted large paned windows that had been built into the roof. The room itself had floor to ceiling, expensive wood paneling and stone floors. Dirge was seated in the center of the room in an expensive, dark blue leather chair that was situated in front of an expensive, darkly stained wood table. There were three other identical chairs flaking it.
“I see you decided to join me”
“You’re an asshole” the guest replied with an annoyed sneer. “I should have known that you were just jerking with me...that it was all just an act.”
“Not an act” answered Dirge with a smile. “Merely a social experiment of sorts. I know how easy it is to push your buttons. Those who are as self-righteous as you are easily manipulated. I just thought that I’d have a little fun at your expense.”
“You really are a miserable prick” his guest replied angrily. “For one who just failed as spectacularly as you did, I’d think that it would have imparted a little humility in you.”
The attempted insult was met with a loud, deep and thunderous laugh that draw a look of abject confusion from The Greater Evil.
“Don’t be absurd.” Dirge replied, his laughter slowly subsiding. “The Covenant succeeded wildly.”
“But you failed” his guest replied with great satisfaction. “Donovan Hastings is still the Unified Global Champion.”
“Christ you’re simple” responded Dirge with a chuckle, before signaling a large, square jawed man. The man nodded and walked to a bar. Dirge turned back to his guest as the sound of clinking glass sounded behind him.
“Simple ?” the man replied in confusion. “How am I the simple one ? You lost to “The Lord Chief”. He defeated you. Glenn Burke raised your hand and it dropped to the canvas three times. How is that possibly a victory? Please…explain it to me in your convolution logic.”
“It is true that my hand fell to the canvas three times, thus signaling that I was no longer able to continue” Dirge retorted calmly, as if explaining something excruciatingly simple to a child who suffered from a severe cognitive limitation.
“Yeah, you lost.”
“Technically...yes” replied Dirge calmly.
“Technically ? You lost !!”
“Hastings is now the Champion of a defunct promotion.” Dirge replied with an arrogant smirk. “Please do tell me in what way I “lost”. So I didn’t take the shiny gold belt. There’s plenty of time for that once the Championship that actually matters is implemented. So please, tell me again how I and The Covenant “lost”, because as far as we’re concerned we didn’t just “win”….”
“What did you do then ?”
Dirge leans forward in his chair with a confident and pleased smile.
“We conquered” Dirge replied emphatically. “Even more importantly...we destroyed.”
The man, who had at some point sat down in one of the other seats, exhaled slowly in utter exasperation before reaching down and pulling a black, fake leather binder from his bag. He flipped it open and ran his finger down the page, scanning over what was printed on it before looking back at The Greater Evil.
“Can we start this interview at some point ?” the man inquired in annoyance.
“By all means Nicky” Dirge answered calmly before accepting the drink that was handed to him.
“Good” Nicholas Vinegar replied with relief. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Why Nick...” Dirge replied with a snide smirk. “If I didn’t know better...I’d swear that you don’t like me.”
“This is going to be a long afternoon...” answered Vinegar with a disconsolate sigh as he slumped further down into the chair, his head dropping towards his lap. A few moments later the Russian who had been identified as “Gregori” walked up to him and handed him a drink.
“Thanks”.
“Don’t mention it” the man returned with an understanding smirk.