Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on May 14, 2016 18:57:13 GMT
K-Paul’s Louisiana Kitchen. Located in the French Quarter of New Orleans. About an hour and a half drive from Purity, Louisiana. It was at this location that Joshua Samson sat at table nursing a dark liquid intertwined with ice and cherries from a moderately tall glass. His cellphone rested next to the glass. The “mouthpiece” of The Takeover peered down at his watch on his left wrist before glancing toward the entrance of the sparsely populated establishment.
Samson: Broads…I tell ya. I wonder how many Rum and cokes I can kill before Lady Itty Bitty shows up?”
The color commentator takes a gulp from the glass.
Lady Munin: I guess that would depend on how many drinks you've already had.
The smooth unmistakable voice of Lady Munin caressed Joshua's ear, before she moved to take her seat. Her slight amount of makeup was perfect as usual, while her modest white sundress hugged each curve.
Lady Munin: Have I kept you waiting long?
Samson slightly grinned as he allowed his eyes to drink in the physical beauty of the former GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 Globalstar.
Samson: Waiting too long but I suppose it was worth the wait.
Munin let her own smile curve her signature red lips, and carelessly pushed the fall of her long black hair behind her ear.
Lady Munin: My apologies…Sir.
While her tone was sincere her eyes sparkled with mischievousness. With one pale slender hand she signaled, and soon her ever present assistant Ji was at her side.
Lady Munin: A whiskey and coke with cherries. Gentleman Jack if they have it.
With a nod the young man left them alone once more.
Samson: For a minute I was thinking you might have backed out or ol’ “Man Munin” Alex Cross talked you out of coming.
Munin gave a small mock pout at his words. Leaning back she crossed her legs, and draped one arm over the back of her chair. She was obviously confident enough to make herself right home.
Lady Munin: Joshua I thought you knew me better than that?
Samson: These days I’m not so sure about anything from you, Lady Itty Bitty. I mean look at where we are at right now in the business...you’re holding hostage two championship titles that no longer belong to you. The Lady Itty Bitty I knew would have done the right thing and either give them back or defend them.
He takes another gulp of the adult beverage.
Lady Munin: Maybe your mistake is constantly thinking you can be sure my motives...Besides I have a hard time believing you ever though the better of me. Especially after the last Wicked taping.
She paused when her drink was set before her, and briefly smiled her thanks to Ji.
Lady Munin: What was it you said? That sleeping with me had driven Jericho and Alex crazy?
She chuckled before sipping at her drink, and popping a ripe red cherry between her whiskey moistened lips.
Lady Munin: I must be pretty damn amazing in bed to do all that…
Samson: Unless you’re giving up the draws you can be sure I’m not even thinking about your motives. And by the way you know all that Twitter banter is just jokes unless you’re really going to give up the draws?
Lady Munin: No Samson, not anytime soon. I have also known you long enough to know that most of your bark is just that...bark.
She tilted her head to the side with a smile.
Lady Munin: Though you should careful of who you bark at on Twitter.This isn't GZW as you are quick to remind, and safety can only be guaranteed to an extent.
He shrugs his shoulders before draining back the rest of the drink.
Samson: I understand I’m a target when it’s game time but anything away from a wrestling arena is straight violation of the law. But it’s good to know you care about me, Lady Itty Bitty. So let’s talk real shit shall we?
Lady Munin: By all means talk away…
She took a sip from her glass as unruffled as ever.
Samson: I’ve been given full authority by Commissioner Devotion and President Corbin to broker some kind of deal in order to retrieve our now stolen property....by hook or by crook.
Lady Munin: By hook or by crook? Really Joshua…
Samson: I heard that shit in a movie once….swore I was going to use it one day….hahaa...
Lady Munin: Well I'm happy to help you cross one life goal off your list...Anyways, let's be honest Joshua this issue with the belts has spiked more numbers than GZW has seen in about a year. More actual life from its roster as well...
Samson: While at the same time driving major traffic to the amusement park website and boosting DVD sales. The suits are well aware of the benefits shared by both of us.
The Lady nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Lady Munin: Good then allow me to be clear. I have no issue returning the belts to the company, as long as they are going to someone worthy of them. At the present I see no one that fits that criteria, though Mr. Ryder does show promise..
Samson: We don’t think that’s up to you, Lady Itty Bitty. You’re no longer the rightful champion meaning you’re no longer the rightful holder of those belts. It’s up to the Command Suite to decide. You’re a “big time” wrestling executive now, I’m sure you understand?
Lady Munin: Oh I understand just fine. I understand that I could just simply return the belts, but then ratings would crash once more for GZW. So while you may hem and haw all you like the truth is that GZW doesn't want the belts to be peacefully “given back”. They want a show...which led us to where we are now.
Using two fingers, Joshua fishes out a lone cherry from his drink and pops it into his mouth.
Samson: Or maybe YOU don’t want to give them back peacefully because the amusement park NEEDS a show. I mean what you’ve done has been a great marketing scheme, hell, it even managed to land you Big Bad William, even though that eventually proved to be null and void.
At that Munin out right laughed, and sat up straight in her chair. Her drink pushed to the side and forgotten.
Lady Munin: You have no idea what this company has in the pipes, nor what my motives are. I do not need you in any way, and you know it. If Devotion sent you here merely to huff and posture than this is a waste of time, and if GZW is so far gone it can't recognize its own salvation...then it too is a waste of my time.
Munin held up a hand and Ji was at her side within moments.
Lady Munin: Ji there will be no need for the paperwork...GZW doesn't want to play with us. Be a dear and bring me the belts please..
Samson: I have enough idea that you no longer have the services of the gap toothed giant formerly known as The Mongrel. The ass whoopings he was getting from Joshua Dane and John Champa on the regular was going to eventually send his ass packing anyway. It just so happen that he didn’t pay attention to the dates of his no compete clause when he signed that lucrative contract of yours.
Lady Munin: And that is very unfortunate. When his contract is up he will of course be welcomed back to the company. At the moment though your concern for my company is moot. In case you didn't understand what I just said...I. Am. Giving. You. The. Belts.
Munin snagged her drink with careless ease and sipped it as if she hadn't a care in the world.
Lady Munin: Since you do not want to come to a mutual understanding all that's left is to ask whether you would like Ji to carry the belts to you vehicle? I'm sure he would be more than happy to let you carry them yourself. That is unless...you are willing to make a deal. Something that would benefit both companies…
Her tone was smooth as silk and cool as marble, the embodiment of a cultured business woman. The eyes however are the window to the soul, and they dared Joshua Samson to make a deal with the devil.
Samson: Of course it wouldn’t be that simple for you, Lady Itty Bitty. Your type is too bullheaded and borderline stupid to do things the easy way. What’s this deal you’ve got cooking in that head of yours?
His word engendered a mock pout from the lovely lady's luscious lips. Lips that did not go unnoticed by the mouthpiece of GZW, which in turn amused Munin to no end. She had put up with Joshua Samson's mouth for to long to let it ruffle her now. Not when the game had just begun.
Lady Munin: You always did save your sweetest words for me didn't you Joshua, but can you really deny the fact that you are enjoying yourself? You say it couldn't be that simple, but how much more simple could it be? You either take both titles and lose all those extra ratings and influx of merchandise sales, or we compromise...we make a deal.
She set her drink to the side for Ji to retrieve and refill, never breaking eye contact.
Lady Munin: I give you back the T.V title, and you give me the ability to contract William Saint. Along with the temporary contract for any GZW star that would like to challenge a member of my roster.
This request raised the left eyebrow of the GZW2K1 advocate.
Samson: “Wild Card” Eddie Knoxville Television title for the services of Big Bad William? Hmmm...how about the T.V title AND the World title for temporary contracts for any Globalstars but no Big Bad William?
A fresh drink arrived at Munin’s side, topped plenty of cherries. One particularly fat cherry was plucked from the glass as soon as it was set down.
Lady Munin: Any Globalstars that wish to make an appearance on my show, or interact with my talent.
The plump cherry was popped into Munin's mouth without fanfare. The trace amounts of juice licked from her lips, before being washed down with whiskey and coke.
Samson: In exchange for BOTH titles.
Munin contemplated this, while pulling out another whiskey soaked cherry.
Lady Munin: Hmm, without the World Title the ability to contract Globalstars would be rather pointless. What reason would they have to compete in this company?
She shook her head slightly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
Lady Munin: I keep the title for X amount of shows, without merchandise rights beyond recordings of the Globalstars.
Samson: Other than Big Bad William what Globalstar really wants to compete in the amusement part? Come on now, Lady Itty Bitty...The Takeover is slopping through the swamps only to get back what is rightfully ours.
The Executive Representative fished around his glass again for another cherry.
Samson: But to be honest I don’t see an issue with what you’re proposing...you hold onto the title for a determined amount of shows but you will have to defend the title against an opponent of GZW2K1’s choosing.
Lady Munin: You say that, yet this is the most lively I've seen you in years. Could you actually be enjoying your job more as of late?
She watched him fish for his cherry, her pleasant smile still in place despite his abrasive words.
Lady Munin: Why so determined to get me in the ring Joshua?
Samson: Trust me, if it was up to me I’d be trying to get you in the bed.
He seductively winks at her.
Samson: But it’s moreso the Command Suite that wants to get you in the ring. Yeah they have vacated the titles but you know business….it’s easier to have you defend the titles than to have a tournament to crown new champions. And for the record, just between you and me, I’d enjoy it alot more if my homies Patticake and Crumbbum were here.
Lady Munin: Hmm well that is understandable on all counts. Perhaps when the paperwork is signed your cohorts in crime will join you.
Samson: The amusement park isn’t ready for The Stooges. Stick to amateur night with Percy the Platyplus and Catty McCatterson.
Munin smiled at that and reached out and stole the cherry he had just plucked from his glass. She stood with a chuckle as she popped it into her mouth with a wink. A twenty dollar bill was left to pay for her drinks.er drink.
Lady Munin: I'll do that Joshua, and I will look forward to the paper work. Till next time try not to let your mouth get you into too much trouble.
Samson: You know this negotiation isn’t over by a longshot, Lady Itty Bitty? We’ll have to meet up very soon to finalize everything.
Lady Munin: Oh I am very aware. Lighten up Joshua this meeting was fairly painless.
Samson: Right...let Man Munin know I said hi and first round’s on me...
Unfortunately or fortunately for Joshua the lady was already walking away. The Executive Representative chuckled to himself as he watched her make her exit. Once she was out of sight, he lifts his phone up from the table and dials an unseen number.
Samson: Hey...just finished up with Lady Itty Bitty. Let’s start phase two ASAP. I'm about to call in the [insurance policy."
Samson: Broads…I tell ya. I wonder how many Rum and cokes I can kill before Lady Itty Bitty shows up?”
The color commentator takes a gulp from the glass.
Lady Munin: I guess that would depend on how many drinks you've already had.
The smooth unmistakable voice of Lady Munin caressed Joshua's ear, before she moved to take her seat. Her slight amount of makeup was perfect as usual, while her modest white sundress hugged each curve.
Lady Munin: Have I kept you waiting long?
Samson slightly grinned as he allowed his eyes to drink in the physical beauty of the former GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 Globalstar.
Samson: Waiting too long but I suppose it was worth the wait.
Munin let her own smile curve her signature red lips, and carelessly pushed the fall of her long black hair behind her ear.
Lady Munin: My apologies…Sir.
While her tone was sincere her eyes sparkled with mischievousness. With one pale slender hand she signaled, and soon her ever present assistant Ji was at her side.
Lady Munin: A whiskey and coke with cherries. Gentleman Jack if they have it.
With a nod the young man left them alone once more.
Samson: For a minute I was thinking you might have backed out or ol’ “Man Munin” Alex Cross talked you out of coming.
Munin gave a small mock pout at his words. Leaning back she crossed her legs, and draped one arm over the back of her chair. She was obviously confident enough to make herself right home.
Lady Munin: Joshua I thought you knew me better than that?
Samson: These days I’m not so sure about anything from you, Lady Itty Bitty. I mean look at where we are at right now in the business...you’re holding hostage two championship titles that no longer belong to you. The Lady Itty Bitty I knew would have done the right thing and either give them back or defend them.
He takes another gulp of the adult beverage.
Lady Munin: Maybe your mistake is constantly thinking you can be sure my motives...Besides I have a hard time believing you ever though the better of me. Especially after the last Wicked taping.
She paused when her drink was set before her, and briefly smiled her thanks to Ji.
Lady Munin: What was it you said? That sleeping with me had driven Jericho and Alex crazy?
She chuckled before sipping at her drink, and popping a ripe red cherry between her whiskey moistened lips.
Lady Munin: I must be pretty damn amazing in bed to do all that…
Samson: Unless you’re giving up the draws you can be sure I’m not even thinking about your motives. And by the way you know all that Twitter banter is just jokes unless you’re really going to give up the draws?
Lady Munin: No Samson, not anytime soon. I have also known you long enough to know that most of your bark is just that...bark.
She tilted her head to the side with a smile.
Lady Munin: Though you should careful of who you bark at on Twitter.This isn't GZW as you are quick to remind, and safety can only be guaranteed to an extent.
He shrugs his shoulders before draining back the rest of the drink.
Samson: I understand I’m a target when it’s game time but anything away from a wrestling arena is straight violation of the law. But it’s good to know you care about me, Lady Itty Bitty. So let’s talk real shit shall we?
Lady Munin: By all means talk away…
She took a sip from her glass as unruffled as ever.
Samson: I’ve been given full authority by Commissioner Devotion and President Corbin to broker some kind of deal in order to retrieve our now stolen property....by hook or by crook.
Lady Munin: By hook or by crook? Really Joshua…
Samson: I heard that shit in a movie once….swore I was going to use it one day….hahaa...
Lady Munin: Well I'm happy to help you cross one life goal off your list...Anyways, let's be honest Joshua this issue with the belts has spiked more numbers than GZW has seen in about a year. More actual life from its roster as well...
Samson: While at the same time driving major traffic to the amusement park website and boosting DVD sales. The suits are well aware of the benefits shared by both of us.
The Lady nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Lady Munin: Good then allow me to be clear. I have no issue returning the belts to the company, as long as they are going to someone worthy of them. At the present I see no one that fits that criteria, though Mr. Ryder does show promise..
Samson: We don’t think that’s up to you, Lady Itty Bitty. You’re no longer the rightful champion meaning you’re no longer the rightful holder of those belts. It’s up to the Command Suite to decide. You’re a “big time” wrestling executive now, I’m sure you understand?
Lady Munin: Oh I understand just fine. I understand that I could just simply return the belts, but then ratings would crash once more for GZW. So while you may hem and haw all you like the truth is that GZW doesn't want the belts to be peacefully “given back”. They want a show...which led us to where we are now.
Using two fingers, Joshua fishes out a lone cherry from his drink and pops it into his mouth.
Samson: Or maybe YOU don’t want to give them back peacefully because the amusement park NEEDS a show. I mean what you’ve done has been a great marketing scheme, hell, it even managed to land you Big Bad William, even though that eventually proved to be null and void.
At that Munin out right laughed, and sat up straight in her chair. Her drink pushed to the side and forgotten.
Lady Munin: You have no idea what this company has in the pipes, nor what my motives are. I do not need you in any way, and you know it. If Devotion sent you here merely to huff and posture than this is a waste of time, and if GZW is so far gone it can't recognize its own salvation...then it too is a waste of my time.
Munin held up a hand and Ji was at her side within moments.
Lady Munin: Ji there will be no need for the paperwork...GZW doesn't want to play with us. Be a dear and bring me the belts please..
Samson: I have enough idea that you no longer have the services of the gap toothed giant formerly known as The Mongrel. The ass whoopings he was getting from Joshua Dane and John Champa on the regular was going to eventually send his ass packing anyway. It just so happen that he didn’t pay attention to the dates of his no compete clause when he signed that lucrative contract of yours.
Lady Munin: And that is very unfortunate. When his contract is up he will of course be welcomed back to the company. At the moment though your concern for my company is moot. In case you didn't understand what I just said...I. Am. Giving. You. The. Belts.
Munin snagged her drink with careless ease and sipped it as if she hadn't a care in the world.
Lady Munin: Since you do not want to come to a mutual understanding all that's left is to ask whether you would like Ji to carry the belts to you vehicle? I'm sure he would be more than happy to let you carry them yourself. That is unless...you are willing to make a deal. Something that would benefit both companies…
Her tone was smooth as silk and cool as marble, the embodiment of a cultured business woman. The eyes however are the window to the soul, and they dared Joshua Samson to make a deal with the devil.
Samson: Of course it wouldn’t be that simple for you, Lady Itty Bitty. Your type is too bullheaded and borderline stupid to do things the easy way. What’s this deal you’ve got cooking in that head of yours?
His word engendered a mock pout from the lovely lady's luscious lips. Lips that did not go unnoticed by the mouthpiece of GZW, which in turn amused Munin to no end. She had put up with Joshua Samson's mouth for to long to let it ruffle her now. Not when the game had just begun.
Lady Munin: You always did save your sweetest words for me didn't you Joshua, but can you really deny the fact that you are enjoying yourself? You say it couldn't be that simple, but how much more simple could it be? You either take both titles and lose all those extra ratings and influx of merchandise sales, or we compromise...we make a deal.
She set her drink to the side for Ji to retrieve and refill, never breaking eye contact.
Lady Munin: I give you back the T.V title, and you give me the ability to contract William Saint. Along with the temporary contract for any GZW star that would like to challenge a member of my roster.
This request raised the left eyebrow of the GZW2K1 advocate.
Samson: “Wild Card” Eddie Knoxville Television title for the services of Big Bad William? Hmmm...how about the T.V title AND the World title for temporary contracts for any Globalstars but no Big Bad William?
A fresh drink arrived at Munin’s side, topped plenty of cherries. One particularly fat cherry was plucked from the glass as soon as it was set down.
Lady Munin: Any Globalstars that wish to make an appearance on my show, or interact with my talent.
The plump cherry was popped into Munin's mouth without fanfare. The trace amounts of juice licked from her lips, before being washed down with whiskey and coke.
Samson: In exchange for BOTH titles.
Munin contemplated this, while pulling out another whiskey soaked cherry.
Lady Munin: Hmm, without the World Title the ability to contract Globalstars would be rather pointless. What reason would they have to compete in this company?
She shook her head slightly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
Lady Munin: I keep the title for X amount of shows, without merchandise rights beyond recordings of the Globalstars.
Samson: Other than Big Bad William what Globalstar really wants to compete in the amusement part? Come on now, Lady Itty Bitty...The Takeover is slopping through the swamps only to get back what is rightfully ours.
The Executive Representative fished around his glass again for another cherry.
Samson: But to be honest I don’t see an issue with what you’re proposing...you hold onto the title for a determined amount of shows but you will have to defend the title against an opponent of GZW2K1’s choosing.
Lady Munin: You say that, yet this is the most lively I've seen you in years. Could you actually be enjoying your job more as of late?
She watched him fish for his cherry, her pleasant smile still in place despite his abrasive words.
Lady Munin: Why so determined to get me in the ring Joshua?
Samson: Trust me, if it was up to me I’d be trying to get you in the bed.
He seductively winks at her.
Samson: But it’s moreso the Command Suite that wants to get you in the ring. Yeah they have vacated the titles but you know business….it’s easier to have you defend the titles than to have a tournament to crown new champions. And for the record, just between you and me, I’d enjoy it alot more if my homies Patticake and Crumbbum were here.
Lady Munin: Hmm well that is understandable on all counts. Perhaps when the paperwork is signed your cohorts in crime will join you.
Samson: The amusement park isn’t ready for The Stooges. Stick to amateur night with Percy the Platyplus and Catty McCatterson.
Munin smiled at that and reached out and stole the cherry he had just plucked from his glass. She stood with a chuckle as she popped it into her mouth with a wink. A twenty dollar bill was left to pay for her drinks.er drink.
Lady Munin: I'll do that Joshua, and I will look forward to the paper work. Till next time try not to let your mouth get you into too much trouble.
Samson: You know this negotiation isn’t over by a longshot, Lady Itty Bitty? We’ll have to meet up very soon to finalize everything.
Lady Munin: Oh I am very aware. Lighten up Joshua this meeting was fairly painless.
Samson: Right...let Man Munin know I said hi and first round’s on me...
Unfortunately or fortunately for Joshua the lady was already walking away. The Executive Representative chuckled to himself as he watched her make her exit. Once she was out of sight, he lifts his phone up from the table and dials an unseen number.
Samson: Hey...just finished up with Lady Itty Bitty. Let’s start phase two ASAP. I'm about to call in the [insurance policy."
