"STOP!" A man was heard shouting at the top of his lungs, and a pair of young kids turn around looking at a much older man, and he shook his head no, they slowly walked out of the club, and Sean Hunter walked back over to the table he was previously sitting at taking a drink from his glass of tequila. Looking around for a moment through those vultorous eyes, he always had a close eye on the operations of his business. Reaching over to the ashtray, he grabbed his cigarette picking it up gently, and ashed into it before raising it upto his lips to take a hit from one of life's simpliest pleasures. Taking yet another hit from the cigarette, before he even could blow the smoke out there was someone standing over top of him, and he looked up, and saw someone he didn't recognize, but was intrigued nonetheless. Setting the cigarette down and blowing it to the side, he cocked an eyebrow.
"You are?" He asked with no remorse in his voice, as he peered up at the young lady.
"The name is Heather Caldwell." She said with a very sweet voice, "I've been sent here to speak with you. Do you mind if I take a seat?"
Sean looked her up and down for a moment, she was an alright piece, and he nodded pointing her in the direction of the chair, "Please, take a seat Mrs. Caldwell."
"Ms. But, you can call me Heather." She said, soon to quickly add, "I feel these kinds of situations are better handled with a little bit less professionalism."
Sean nodded reaching over to grab his cigarette again to take a puff from it. Rolling his neck, he could hear it crack in three different spots, and he let out a sigh of relief. Looking across the table, he was more than curious what this had to do with.
"It has been brought to my attention by my employers that you are back in the world of wrestling, is this correct?" Sean nodded, not having to say a word to Ms. Caldwell, "Well, we're very interested in getting someone like you on our roster. It's been a couple years since you've wrestled, but my boss thinks that won't hinder you in the slightest."
He laughed underneath his breath, "And, who is your boss?"
"I have two of them actually." She said opening up the briefcase she brought in with her, and she pulled out some papers. Setting them on the table, looking back upto him, she continued, "Brandon Marks.."
"Never heard of him." He said, cutting her off.
She looked at him for a moment before returning to her papers, ".. and Rebecca Curci."
".. Whisper, huh?" He said intrigued, "Tell me why I would even consider being interested in joining, hmm?"
She smiled, "It's simple Sean. Your reputation preceeds you and both Mr. Marks and Mrs. Curci know this. They are fully aware of what you are capable of doing in the ring, and even more so they are fully aware what you've done for so many companies that you've worked for, and they are more than interested in paying you to compete in DWA."
"DWA?" He said inquisitively.
"Destruction Wrestling Association." He chuckled after she said that, "What's so funny?"
"The name needs some work, I can tell ya that much. But, anyway, can you give me some information on the company?"
"I surely can." She said with a smile, "In one month we have signed thirty-four superstars, and we are talks with three other potential wrestlers. With that, within the first month, we have crowned quite a few champions, and held two shows, and will be going to a weekly formula."
With Sean listening intently, DWA did have a name that was wasn't.. commerical I guess we could say, but with a roster that size in just a month, it was a company with alot of potential. But, what she said was right, Sean is notorious not only for what he can do in the ring, but the ability to take companies to levels that were unprecidented at that time.
"It is more than known no matter where you go you are a Heavyweight Champion contender, and my bosses understand this, and they are very interested in obtaining you. The choice to come after you with a contract was an easy one, Mr. Hunter." She took a pause continued on just a moment later, "We've already signed Rot, Taryn Black, Phoenix Winterborn, Michael Harris, Christian Michaels, Jamie Pierce, Heather Monroe, Xtreme 3:16, among many others. But, they feel that they don't have that.. it guy. So, Mr. Hunter, as you can imagine you are the it guy we've decided to come after. Not only are you a great showman, and wrestler, but they feel you could be a great example, and teacher to those who are still relatively new to the business."
"Alright, we can talk business, but I want to talk to Whisper, I have a few money issues to work out, and to be quite honest, we need to agree on a few conditions."
"Done. I will have her meet with you soon."
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"The acceptance of my arrival, is beginning to sink in, the whole world is beginning to understand that this isn't a game anymore. Destruction Wrestling Association, you're put on notice. Especially the Michael Harris. Through the years, age has crept up on me, it has begin to stalk me, and even.. rape me. I'm not a young man anymore, and no one questions if I am. I do not ask for your pity, but instead what I will get from you is hostility. The belief that because I am old.. I am fragile, I am weak, I am slow. So, today, you take this with you, you take the belief that I am a shell of the man I once was, I am gone and forgotten, and yet, here I stand, and there you lay, taking me lightly."
"Time is a rapist. It is the inevitable murder. Through the seventeen years I've been wrestling, it's came crashing down on me, cutting me open, leaving me for dead. I cannot tell you how much I would love to be 24 years old again. I could be just as fast as you, just as strong, just as dangerous. That's the belief anyway, isn't it? A majority of you know me, but you've never wrestled me. Half of you were still in kindergarten when I started my career, and for those of you who watched me wrestle as you began to grow older, and mature into adulthood began to cheer for me, you began to idiolize me as legend in sports. I live in your hearts among the ranks of Brett Favre, Michael Jordan, and many others. I stood as an idol, a wishing star to reach for. Today, I am still as such, I am that Michael, or that Brett. But, now, just like them, you see me past my prime - a has been of yesterday. I cannot give you words that will ever change your mind, it will take action. An action of violence upon all of DWA for my point to be made, and I will do just as much. I will stand god willing as the epitome of this company, and even.. the industry. because, as I age, as you begin to look at me with beliefs of senility I have grown to be something more, I have grown to be an immovable object that has never been seen before this moment."
"And, now, everyone begins to sweat. Beads of sweat roll down the side of your forehead, and you begin to question, what's it all about? Maybe even wondering what kind of impact I am truly going to have in this industry, question it no more. Today, I have made a statement, but still, you find it laughable, you shine in from the window, and heed nothing from the words I deliver. I'm just a simplistic old man who dreams of moment of yesterday. You believe that. You testify in front of the almighty lord that I'm no threat to your way of living, but one day, I will sneak up on you, and I will destroy your entire way of life. I will cripple the foundation in which you stand on, and bury you with the very pride you dug your own grave with."
"The faces may have changed, but the game hasn't. New faces are showing up everyday, and I could tell you that what they exceed with speed, strength, and agility, I could tell you that I exceed with knowledge, but what's the point? Why here all the old tires phrases? I have no time for it, and neither do you. I am simply here to pass you this little message. I am here to tell you as Rage, things are going to change the whole scheme of this company. And, people aren't going to like it."
"Michael Harris is one for sure."
"At this moment, you're on top of the world, you're the Heavyweight Champion of Destruction Wrestling Association. Let me tell ya something though kid, and I ain't gonna hide this from any person in that main event, I'm coming for you, and I'm coming for that Heavyweight Championship, because to be completely honest, you aren't the kind of person to be holding that Championship, you aren't the kind of person to lead this company for the rest of the year. People like you, roll around in the main event scene, but you're never.. the.. it guy. You're an interesting guy, the world will tell you that, but I'm telling you, the moment I signed to this company, the moment a deal was reached with the two owners of this company, your days as Champion were marked. Alexander King. Jamie Pierce. Xtremist. They now stand to face each other for no reason, no reason what so ever. Have I been guaranteed a shot at your championship? Nah. But, I don't need. I don't need a damn thing from anyone in this company, because at the end of the night, Harris - you're doomed. You're looking deep into the abyss, and just when you think it's safe.. just when you think that no one is going to rip you piece from piece."
"There I stand, nose to nose with you, and heart skips a beat, maybe even two. There you face death, and as your heart begins to beat again, your breath speed up, and then, I gut you like a fish. I leave only to drown in a puddle of your own blood, because this is what comes down to Michael, this is what it is all about. That championship you hold around your waist? It's the beginning of a ride that will lead you to a world you're not all that prepared for. I am about to lead you onto a journey that will change your entire life."
"And, the other three? At this point, it doesn't even matter."
"This is Sean Hunter, and I have approved this message."
