Post by Corey Lazarus on Oct 4, 2018 3:28:57 GMT -8
| COREY LAZARUS. THE WORLD JUST ISN'T READY FOR THE NOISE I MAKE. |
Before we are even given a visual, we hear the sounds of footsteps against a marble floor, heels and shoes making distinctive noises to our ears as we see thousands of faces that occupy a closed space. The sun is just peaking over the horizon through the windows, the tarmac lined with planes prepared to take flight. It isn't long until, among the zoo of faces waiting for their planes arrival, we spot the familiar face of Corey Lazarus, seated next to a gate, looking impatient as he awaits an arrival. His fingers patting against the arm of his chair, an arm he quickly withdraws as a 'large' man sits beside him, a look of disgust at the unkempt man before standing up and walking away from him. He doesn't seem too happy to be surrounded by these people, seemingly annoyed by the presence of them much less their occasional brushing against him to pass through the crowd or bumping into him in general. A look of relief finds it's way to his face as he finds the face of who he is waiting for come through a crowd that enters the terminal through the gate, waving his visitor over.
A broad-shouldered, sharply-dressed man approaches Corey, not looking all that thrilled to meet the man that waited for him. He drags his suitcase over towards the self-proclaimed King of Venus, Corey almost looks intimidated by the presence of his visitor, having to avert his eyes upwards to look him in the eyes despite behind hidden behind sunglasses. He clears his throat, shaking some nerves off in the presence of the imposing figure that stands before him, Corey attempts to speak to him like he were a dear friend -- something uncharacteristic of the Drama Starter.
"Lucien, buddy! You're looking in good health; I can see you haven't been slacking off at the gym either, ay? Just looking at ya, I can tell you've ever skipped a day getting those gains, am I right? Where are my manners? Put 'er there man, it's good to see you!" Corey's attempt to pal-around with the now name-dropped Lucien is ignored, as is an extended hand by Corey as he changes the subject, straight to the point of his visit. "You have the contracts, yes?" Taken aback by the bluntness of his request, Corey withdraws his hand and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. Handing it to Lucien, who unfolds the sheet and scans it over as he pulls his glasses down the bridge of his nose to read clearly. Before he can finish looking the papers over, Corey speaks up. "So, I've looked over your personal services contract and I have signed my name on the dotted lines. The price is a bit steep but, as I said over the phone, I am good for it. Your services will pull a bigger profit anyway if we have our way, which means more money to line both our pockets. The second, the IPW managers contract will allow you into the building as a contracted member of the company, you'll be allowed at ringside for my matches and will be on their payroll as well as mine. You won't have to compete in matches but, as agreed on in your personal contract, you are encouraged to keep outside interferences during my matches, as well as get physically involved if provoked. Just try not to get me disqualified and we're all gravy. Is there anything I am missing?" Lucien grins at the numeric figure on the paper before folding the sheets of paper and putting them in the inside pocket of his blazer, unsigned to Corey's confusion. "Some ground rules, "Corey." First and foremost, that I will not be obligated to be in your presence outside of IPW events or any other IPW related ventures. I will not be present for your little "Hot Take" recordings and won't be making a Twitter account to be your white knight on that platform; especially with how you provoke others on it. If I am by chance injured on the clock, the funds for anything related to that injury will come out of YOUR pocket, not mine. Last but not least, you are NOT my boss. I am a bodyguard only -- not a servant, not a maid, not a chauffeur -- just a bodyguard. Am I clear?." Corey nods his head. "Crystal... but just know, if I win matches I get paid more. And if I get paid more yo--" Lucien interrupts. "I know what it means. I don't owe you favors but, if I feel like you need the helping hand, I'll provide it. One more thing though, concerning the girl... Brianna, was it?" Corey interrupts, knowing what Lucien is about to ask him. "That's still an X-factor. She's more than capable of looking out for herself but she is on my side when it comes to this whole takeover. It's only in our best interest that you help her if need be. She'll be at my side at all times, so she won't be causing any trouble that I will require you to help with. I do ask however that if, for whatever reason, I am unable to intervene with some out-of-match harassment for her that you take the initiative to assist her, by any means necessary." Lucien raises an eyebrow at this request. "Smitten with the girl, are we? And what about Tiff--" "What about her? She is currently out on injury leave and quite frankly isn't willing to be on the Lazarus train. It's disappointing but what can you do? She's a non-factor at the moment and I don't see her being a factor when she comes back. Look, you just need to focus on helping me impose my will on this company -- hold it hostage if we have to. They've screwed me out of two championships already and that's money out of MY pocket and points out of MY stock. That's our objective; to put Corey Lazarus in the Main Events, on championship plates and put championship bonuses into our wallets. Nothing more, nothing less.." Lucien grins, amused with Corey's thought process. "You have a plan?" "You know I do. But it's something that needs time to put into motion. We have to focus on next week, Oliver Black and Sah'ta Thor. If I beat them, do you know how much stock that will put into Corey Lazarus? They won't be able to deny me a spot as the #1 contender. And if they do, well, that's what I am paying you for -- to make that little problem not a problem..." Lucien takes a few seconds to ponder a response but ultimately extends a hand to Corey. Corey extends his to shake it, only for Lucien to withdraw. "A pen?" Corey pats his pockets in search of a pen, finding one and handing it to Lucien. Lucien unpockets the contracts, gesturing Corey to turn around to which he obliges. Lucien uses Corey's back as a table to sign both the contracts. After signing his signature several times, he repockets them extending a hand again to Corey as he turns back around. "You are now under the official protection of Lucien Viars protective services." Corey smirks, shaking his new buisness partners hand as we fade to black.
A broad-shouldered, sharply-dressed man approaches Corey, not looking all that thrilled to meet the man that waited for him. He drags his suitcase over towards the self-proclaimed King of Venus, Corey almost looks intimidated by the presence of his visitor, having to avert his eyes upwards to look him in the eyes despite behind hidden behind sunglasses. He clears his throat, shaking some nerves off in the presence of the imposing figure that stands before him, Corey attempts to speak to him like he were a dear friend -- something uncharacteristic of the Drama Starter.
"Lucien, buddy! You're looking in good health; I can see you haven't been slacking off at the gym either, ay? Just looking at ya, I can tell you've ever skipped a day getting those gains, am I right? Where are my manners? Put 'er there man, it's good to see you!" Corey's attempt to pal-around with the now name-dropped Lucien is ignored, as is an extended hand by Corey as he changes the subject, straight to the point of his visit. "You have the contracts, yes?" Taken aback by the bluntness of his request, Corey withdraws his hand and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. Handing it to Lucien, who unfolds the sheet and scans it over as he pulls his glasses down the bridge of his nose to read clearly. Before he can finish looking the papers over, Corey speaks up. "So, I've looked over your personal services contract and I have signed my name on the dotted lines. The price is a bit steep but, as I said over the phone, I am good for it. Your services will pull a bigger profit anyway if we have our way, which means more money to line both our pockets. The second, the IPW managers contract will allow you into the building as a contracted member of the company, you'll be allowed at ringside for my matches and will be on their payroll as well as mine. You won't have to compete in matches but, as agreed on in your personal contract, you are encouraged to keep outside interferences during my matches, as well as get physically involved if provoked. Just try not to get me disqualified and we're all gravy. Is there anything I am missing?" Lucien grins at the numeric figure on the paper before folding the sheets of paper and putting them in the inside pocket of his blazer, unsigned to Corey's confusion. "Some ground rules, "Corey." First and foremost, that I will not be obligated to be in your presence outside of IPW events or any other IPW related ventures. I will not be present for your little "Hot Take" recordings and won't be making a Twitter account to be your white knight on that platform; especially with how you provoke others on it. If I am by chance injured on the clock, the funds for anything related to that injury will come out of YOUR pocket, not mine. Last but not least, you are NOT my boss. I am a bodyguard only -- not a servant, not a maid, not a chauffeur -- just a bodyguard. Am I clear?." Corey nods his head. "Crystal... but just know, if I win matches I get paid more. And if I get paid more yo--" Lucien interrupts. "I know what it means. I don't owe you favors but, if I feel like you need the helping hand, I'll provide it. One more thing though, concerning the girl... Brianna, was it?" Corey interrupts, knowing what Lucien is about to ask him. "That's still an X-factor. She's more than capable of looking out for herself but she is on my side when it comes to this whole takeover. It's only in our best interest that you help her if need be. She'll be at my side at all times, so she won't be causing any trouble that I will require you to help with. I do ask however that if, for whatever reason, I am unable to intervene with some out-of-match harassment for her that you take the initiative to assist her, by any means necessary." Lucien raises an eyebrow at this request. "Smitten with the girl, are we? And what about Tiff--" "What about her? She is currently out on injury leave and quite frankly isn't willing to be on the Lazarus train. It's disappointing but what can you do? She's a non-factor at the moment and I don't see her being a factor when she comes back. Look, you just need to focus on helping me impose my will on this company -- hold it hostage if we have to. They've screwed me out of two championships already and that's money out of MY pocket and points out of MY stock. That's our objective; to put Corey Lazarus in the Main Events, on championship plates and put championship bonuses into our wallets. Nothing more, nothing less.." Lucien grins, amused with Corey's thought process. "You have a plan?" "You know I do. But it's something that needs time to put into motion. We have to focus on next week, Oliver Black and Sah'ta Thor. If I beat them, do you know how much stock that will put into Corey Lazarus? They won't be able to deny me a spot as the #1 contender. And if they do, well, that's what I am paying you for -- to make that little problem not a problem..." Lucien takes a few seconds to ponder a response but ultimately extends a hand to Corey. Corey extends his to shake it, only for Lucien to withdraw. "A pen?" Corey pats his pockets in search of a pen, finding one and handing it to Lucien. Lucien unpockets the contracts, gesturing Corey to turn around to which he obliges. Lucien uses Corey's back as a table to sign both the contracts. After signing his signature several times, he repockets them extending a hand again to Corey as he turns back around. "You are now under the official protection of Lucien Viars protective services." Corey smirks, shaking his new buisness partners hand as we fade to black.
