Post by Jason Tacker on Jul 3, 2010 2:33:55 GMT -5
Monday After Synergy
John made his way back to his locker room, his body and ego bruised somewhat from the beatdown, with the Cross-Hemisphere Championship in his hand. His first title defense, fucked up by some British bastards who had no reason staked there. Yet, after dwelling on it on the whole way back to his locker room he just ended up shrugging it off as he opened the door. The first thing he does after entering the room is drape the Cross-Hemisphere Championship over a nearby chair, then he moves over to a low set coffee table and picks up his cell phone. He notes the fact that he has a new message, playing the message on speaker before setting it back on the coffee table.
Voice: "Hey John, it's Sierra. Um, well first off thanks for the roses, it was really nice to come home from that long trip and find them there. Secondly, my boss gave me a choice of assignment, and I was thinking about following you around for a while or something like that. You know; like it was back when we first met with me at ringside and traveling with you. I mean, if that is alright with you. So yeah, give me a call back when you get this, talk to you later."
As the message finished playing, John had a mixed look of surprise and glee on his face. But, in the end he was actually rather accomplished as he got what he wanted: another chance. He picked up the phone and dialed her number. He waited on the line for a couple of seconds before he heard her voicemail response. He sighed for a second before leaving his message for her.
John: "Hey it's me. Um, I got your message and I don't really see a problem with it. So yeah, by all means. Just give me a call after you get everything worked out with management alright, talk to you later."
He hung up his phone after leaving the message, setting it back on the coffee table for a moment as he started to gather up his stuff so he could leave.
Thursday Afternoon
John was working out in his apartment on a punching bag with "Criminal" By Disturbed playing from his stereo. The bruises from Synergy had gone away, both physically and mentally, but those were the furthest things from his mind right now. He was more worried about the caged tournament coming up in a little over a month, as his fists pounded into the bag one after the other. Also he was also wondering why Sierra hadn't called him back, but he probably chalked it up to her possibly having a hard time dealing with Ooley or something. He kept laying into the bag though with a mixture of rights and lefts, showing nothing but focus on it as it swayed back and forth little by little. Hell, he was so focused on the bag he didn't even hear or notice his door was being opened. Walking through his door was his "good friend" Kyle Tacker, who yelled across the room to him.
Kyle: "HEY JOHN! YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN'T LEAVE YOUR DOOR UNLOCKED, RIGHT?"
John didn't pay no mind to him though as he just continued striking the bag. Kyle looked over at him, irritation easily visible in his face. He walked over to John's stereo and shut it off knowing that it would probably piss him off. However, John's concentration didn't move over as he was still focused on the bag. Tacker frowned, yet remained determined to get John to realize that he was there.
Kyle: "Alright, let's see you ignore me now."
Without even thinking it through all the way, Tacker walked over to John and nailed him square in the jaw. This not only broke John's concentration on the bag, but it sent him reeling sideways as he ended up pressed up against his porch window. When he looked over at who hit him, he couldn't believe it.
John: "You've got a lot of nerve, you know that right? Cheap shoting me like, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!"
Tacker chuckled for a moment.
Tacker: "Well, how else was I suppose to get your attention?"
John just exhales quickly before moving back over to the bag and continuing to go at. Kyle takes a seat on his couch, making himself right at home.
Kyle: "Come on man, take a break and chill."
John: "No can do, gotta stay focused."
Kyle: "Focused? On what? There is no way that British shit Medos is going to give you any trouble."
John: "It's... not... him... I'm... worried... about."
Tacker was totally confused at this point, but figured he'd bite instead of venting at how pissed he was that he hadn't been on Synergy yet.
Tacker: "Really? Then what's got you so fuckin' worked up?"
John gives the bag one final punch before breathing heavily as sweat pours down his face, before he makes his way over to a chair facing Kyle.
John: "Let's just say that I made a deal with the devil last week."
Tacker: "Wait a minute.... that was you?"
John nods his head up and down.
Tacker: "Are you out of your fucking mind? You know how the tournament works right?"
John: "Of course I do, two people enter the cage and the first one to knock the other one out wins and moves on to the next round."
Kyle shakes his head from left to right in disbelief.
Kyle: "No, that was the old way that things got done."
John:"Okay... then what is the new way?"
Kyle: "It is basically now all about survival, you stay in until you fall."
John looks completely shocked.
John: "WHAT?!?! Are you serious?"
Kyle: "Damn straight."
John leans back and looks up at the ceiling as he mutters to himself.
John: "Dear God, what the hell did I get myself into this time around?"
His wallowing in self pity ends for a moment as he hears a ring tone coming from his phone, the one that indicates him getting a message on voice mail none the less. He reaches over to the table set between the two of them and picks the phone up followed by checking of said message.
Voice: "Hey, it's me. Listen I just got done with that Ooley character, and I wanted to let you know that it is cool so far. So; looks like I'll be managing you again, this is going to be so great... So um yeah, see ya on Monday."
John places the phone back on the table as a smirk creeps across his face, as Tacker looks across dazed and confused.
Tacker: "So, what's up?"
John: "Well, looks like they're gonna let Sierra manage me."
Tacker: "Wait, so you two are on good terms again?"
John: "Yep."
Tacker: "And they're gonna let her manage you again?"
John: "Yep."
Tacker: "Yet, they still haven't been able to fit me on the card since the docs cleared me a few weeks ago?"
John: "Yep."
There is silence between the two of them for a second before Tacker exclaims.
Tacker: "Well.... that is some fucked up shit there."
John made his way back to his locker room, his body and ego bruised somewhat from the beatdown, with the Cross-Hemisphere Championship in his hand. His first title defense, fucked up by some British bastards who had no reason staked there. Yet, after dwelling on it on the whole way back to his locker room he just ended up shrugging it off as he opened the door. The first thing he does after entering the room is drape the Cross-Hemisphere Championship over a nearby chair, then he moves over to a low set coffee table and picks up his cell phone. He notes the fact that he has a new message, playing the message on speaker before setting it back on the coffee table.
Voice: "Hey John, it's Sierra. Um, well first off thanks for the roses, it was really nice to come home from that long trip and find them there. Secondly, my boss gave me a choice of assignment, and I was thinking about following you around for a while or something like that. You know; like it was back when we first met with me at ringside and traveling with you. I mean, if that is alright with you. So yeah, give me a call back when you get this, talk to you later."
As the message finished playing, John had a mixed look of surprise and glee on his face. But, in the end he was actually rather accomplished as he got what he wanted: another chance. He picked up the phone and dialed her number. He waited on the line for a couple of seconds before he heard her voicemail response. He sighed for a second before leaving his message for her.
John: "Hey it's me. Um, I got your message and I don't really see a problem with it. So yeah, by all means. Just give me a call after you get everything worked out with management alright, talk to you later."
He hung up his phone after leaving the message, setting it back on the coffee table for a moment as he started to gather up his stuff so he could leave.
Thursday Afternoon
John was working out in his apartment on a punching bag with "Criminal" By Disturbed playing from his stereo. The bruises from Synergy had gone away, both physically and mentally, but those were the furthest things from his mind right now. He was more worried about the caged tournament coming up in a little over a month, as his fists pounded into the bag one after the other. Also he was also wondering why Sierra hadn't called him back, but he probably chalked it up to her possibly having a hard time dealing with Ooley or something. He kept laying into the bag though with a mixture of rights and lefts, showing nothing but focus on it as it swayed back and forth little by little. Hell, he was so focused on the bag he didn't even hear or notice his door was being opened. Walking through his door was his "good friend" Kyle Tacker, who yelled across the room to him.
Kyle: "HEY JOHN! YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN'T LEAVE YOUR DOOR UNLOCKED, RIGHT?"
John didn't pay no mind to him though as he just continued striking the bag. Kyle looked over at him, irritation easily visible in his face. He walked over to John's stereo and shut it off knowing that it would probably piss him off. However, John's concentration didn't move over as he was still focused on the bag. Tacker frowned, yet remained determined to get John to realize that he was there.
Kyle: "Alright, let's see you ignore me now."
Without even thinking it through all the way, Tacker walked over to John and nailed him square in the jaw. This not only broke John's concentration on the bag, but it sent him reeling sideways as he ended up pressed up against his porch window. When he looked over at who hit him, he couldn't believe it.
John: "You've got a lot of nerve, you know that right? Cheap shoting me like, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!"
Tacker chuckled for a moment.
Tacker: "Well, how else was I suppose to get your attention?"
John just exhales quickly before moving back over to the bag and continuing to go at. Kyle takes a seat on his couch, making himself right at home.
Kyle: "Come on man, take a break and chill."
John: "No can do, gotta stay focused."
Kyle: "Focused? On what? There is no way that British shit Medos is going to give you any trouble."
John: "It's... not... him... I'm... worried... about."
Tacker was totally confused at this point, but figured he'd bite instead of venting at how pissed he was that he hadn't been on Synergy yet.
Tacker: "Really? Then what's got you so fuckin' worked up?"
John gives the bag one final punch before breathing heavily as sweat pours down his face, before he makes his way over to a chair facing Kyle.
John: "Let's just say that I made a deal with the devil last week."
Tacker: "Wait a minute.... that was you?"
John nods his head up and down.
Tacker: "Are you out of your fucking mind? You know how the tournament works right?"
John: "Of course I do, two people enter the cage and the first one to knock the other one out wins and moves on to the next round."
Kyle shakes his head from left to right in disbelief.
Kyle: "No, that was the old way that things got done."
John:"Okay... then what is the new way?"
Kyle: "It is basically now all about survival, you stay in until you fall."
John looks completely shocked.
John: "WHAT?!?! Are you serious?"
Kyle: "Damn straight."
John leans back and looks up at the ceiling as he mutters to himself.
John: "Dear God, what the hell did I get myself into this time around?"
His wallowing in self pity ends for a moment as he hears a ring tone coming from his phone, the one that indicates him getting a message on voice mail none the less. He reaches over to the table set between the two of them and picks the phone up followed by checking of said message.
Voice: "Hey, it's me. Listen I just got done with that Ooley character, and I wanted to let you know that it is cool so far. So; looks like I'll be managing you again, this is going to be so great... So um yeah, see ya on Monday."
John places the phone back on the table as a smirk creeps across his face, as Tacker looks across dazed and confused.
Tacker: "So, what's up?"
John: "Well, looks like they're gonna let Sierra manage me."
Tacker: "Wait, so you two are on good terms again?"
John: "Yep."
Tacker: "And they're gonna let her manage you again?"
John: "Yep."
Tacker: "Yet, they still haven't been able to fit me on the card since the docs cleared me a few weeks ago?"
John: "Yep."
There is silence between the two of them for a second before Tacker exclaims.
Tacker: "Well.... that is some fucked up shit there."