Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Jul 27, 2018 12:27:25 GMT -8
“How in the hell did I get wrapped up in this damn idea?!”
It was a comfortable partly cloudy 83 degrees and Joshua Samson, Esquire, dressed, as normal, in an expensive tailored suit, sat outside of Carmen’s Lunch Bar at a small table sipping on an Espresso while talking to himself.
“You just couldn’t be satisfied with being a General Manager Extraordinaire, Joshua. Noooo, being a wrestling company owner is the next logical step. Pffftttt....”
Shaking his head as if to clear out the thoughts, he sets the small cup back onto the table. It might’ve been comfortable for Joshua, but his lunch guest was BEYOND uncomfortable and that was evident when the almost eight months pregnant Brooklyn Holloway waddled up to the table and sat down, exhaling deeply with a slight groan.
“God it is so hot today. I don’t know how you do it out there in LA and sometimes I am very thankful that I got out of Vegas before I ever got pregnant.”
Samson removes his Cartier sunglasses and places them in the inside of his suit jacket pocket.
“I suppose when you’re carrying the equivalent of a bowling ball inside of your stomach everything is magnified…”
“A bowling ball in the middle of summer… it’s not a fun experience. I thought it would be my easiest pregnancy since it’s my second. I guess not. So you called me out here.”
“Well our meeting yesterday didn’t end on the most satisfactory note.”
“Yeah… I think I would have to agree on that one. And I’ve thought about it a few times since yesterday.”
He sips at the Espresso again.
“And in your thinking, have you decided on changing your mind and agreeing to the terms?”
“Care to refresh my memory on what they were? I’m sorry but pregnancy brain has really been hitting me as of late.”
There was a slight giggle that escape from her lips.
“You’re expecting too much involvement, Brooklyn. Icon Media is an LLC not a corporation.”
“Well to be quite honest with you, it pissed me off tenfold the way that Gregory creature was throwing his weight around like he was the CEO or something. Besides, I was under the impression that I would be the CFO by the things you said when you approached us about this venture. I have been involved in every level of the wrestling business… except owner. That’s a work load I wouldn’t be able to handle. Especially now that I have kids. Thankfully Josh is Superman.”
“Mr. Reynolds’ involvement right now is still be discussed but there is no way will he be more than a member just like everyone else involved. I realize the extensive knowledge and expertise you bring to the table, Brooklyn, but just because you have invested a huge amount to the project doesn’t mean you get to have ruling dominion of all the venture capital.”
“Like I said I was under the impression my husband and I were going to be the major investors and everyone else were going minor investors. And like I also said, pregnancy brain is really hitting me.”
“The Holloways have invested quite a pretty penny but it was no more than what was outlined in the prospectus. As of right now Icon Media LLC will have no officers until voted on by all members.”
“By members do you mean investors or you and Astrid? Does Gregory even know of Astrid’s stance in the company? I only ask cause he was all ‘I sugn your paychecks’ to her and that… well it would be funny if he knew the truth. He’d probably retract his statement.”
“Members being all the investors, Brooklyn. And at the time of those tweets Gregory and I hadn’t had an actually face-to-face meeting so he wasn’t aware that this investment group is a LLC and not an incorporation.”
“I think the ‘old man’ needs to be educated. Honestly, is he that old though because his ‘daughter’ looks older than he does?”
She took a sip of the ice cold water that the waitress brought over.
“Oh god, here I go back into my wrestler days of shit talking. Anyway, he needs to learn his place or he’s going to have one pissed off Latina on his hands and honestly, I don’t think he’s going to be able to handle it. Especially since ‘his head was smashed into the sidewalk’ which I think was said because Astrid was owning his ‘daughter’. You got yourself one hell of a firecracker.”
“I think everyone needs to learn their ‘place’, Brooklyn. This isn’t Canadian Championship Wrestling. I need silent members that will just sit back and reap the revenue that is projected to come.
“If you want me to be silent that is what I will be… until someone’s stupidity and ignorance comes out… because then I’m going to have to say something. But if you ever need a CFO who knows what to do… keep me in mind.”
She winked slightly before downing the rest of the water.
“GOD THIS HEAT!”
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind, Brooklyn. If I can get you to sign the paperwork you have we can wrap this up and you can get out of this ‘heat’.”
“Oh I just need my body to adjust to the air conditioning. It just feels like it’s taking forever. And I knew I had forgotten something when I was leaving. I left the papers on my desk but I can sign them and have them overnighted to Los Angeles.”
“That works perfectly, Brooklyn. I’m glad none of this soured you and Josh on this. I promise that Iconic Professional Wrestling is going to be a huge success.”
“Well since you’re buying lunch I could maybe forget about it. But like I said… he better keep quiet cause I will speak up if he doesn’t. Pissed off Latina moms… we’re scary beings.”
Smirking, Samson finishes off the Espresso.
“I can only imagine. Better yet, I’m sure I’m bound to find out before all this is over with. As far as lunch, let’s head inside to get you properly cooled off plus there’s a Spanish Crab Melt sandwich that’s been calling my name.”
“I’m pregnant so no seafood for me. I’m quite content with a regular chicken salad or something like that. But yes… I agree with the going inside bit.”
He stands to his feet, buttoning the top button of his suit jacket, and extends his open palm to assist her. She takes his hand and allows him to help her up.
“You sure you’re not a gentleman deep down?”
Chuckling ever so slightly, Samson retrieves his shades and places them over his eyes.
“Not even a little bit, ma’am.”
“Well I call bullshit.”
They both share a laugh as Samson pulls the door open allowing Brooklyn to head into the restaurant before he follows behind her.
Brooklyn Holloway
It was a comfortable partly cloudy 83 degrees and Joshua Samson, Esquire, dressed, as normal, in an expensive tailored suit, sat outside of Carmen’s Lunch Bar at a small table sipping on an Espresso while talking to himself.
“You just couldn’t be satisfied with being a General Manager Extraordinaire, Joshua. Noooo, being a wrestling company owner is the next logical step. Pffftttt....”
Shaking his head as if to clear out the thoughts, he sets the small cup back onto the table. It might’ve been comfortable for Joshua, but his lunch guest was BEYOND uncomfortable and that was evident when the almost eight months pregnant Brooklyn Holloway waddled up to the table and sat down, exhaling deeply with a slight groan.
“God it is so hot today. I don’t know how you do it out there in LA and sometimes I am very thankful that I got out of Vegas before I ever got pregnant.”
Samson removes his Cartier sunglasses and places them in the inside of his suit jacket pocket.
“I suppose when you’re carrying the equivalent of a bowling ball inside of your stomach everything is magnified…”
“A bowling ball in the middle of summer… it’s not a fun experience. I thought it would be my easiest pregnancy since it’s my second. I guess not. So you called me out here.”
“Well our meeting yesterday didn’t end on the most satisfactory note.”
“Yeah… I think I would have to agree on that one. And I’ve thought about it a few times since yesterday.”
He sips at the Espresso again.
“And in your thinking, have you decided on changing your mind and agreeing to the terms?”
“Care to refresh my memory on what they were? I’m sorry but pregnancy brain has really been hitting me as of late.”
There was a slight giggle that escape from her lips.
“You’re expecting too much involvement, Brooklyn. Icon Media is an LLC not a corporation.”
“Well to be quite honest with you, it pissed me off tenfold the way that Gregory creature was throwing his weight around like he was the CEO or something. Besides, I was under the impression that I would be the CFO by the things you said when you approached us about this venture. I have been involved in every level of the wrestling business… except owner. That’s a work load I wouldn’t be able to handle. Especially now that I have kids. Thankfully Josh is Superman.”
“Mr. Reynolds’ involvement right now is still be discussed but there is no way will he be more than a member just like everyone else involved. I realize the extensive knowledge and expertise you bring to the table, Brooklyn, but just because you have invested a huge amount to the project doesn’t mean you get to have ruling dominion of all the venture capital.”
“Like I said I was under the impression my husband and I were going to be the major investors and everyone else were going minor investors. And like I also said, pregnancy brain is really hitting me.”
“The Holloways have invested quite a pretty penny but it was no more than what was outlined in the prospectus. As of right now Icon Media LLC will have no officers until voted on by all members.”
“By members do you mean investors or you and Astrid? Does Gregory even know of Astrid’s stance in the company? I only ask cause he was all ‘I sugn your paychecks’ to her and that… well it would be funny if he knew the truth. He’d probably retract his statement.”
“Members being all the investors, Brooklyn. And at the time of those tweets Gregory and I hadn’t had an actually face-to-face meeting so he wasn’t aware that this investment group is a LLC and not an incorporation.”
“I think the ‘old man’ needs to be educated. Honestly, is he that old though because his ‘daughter’ looks older than he does?”
She took a sip of the ice cold water that the waitress brought over.
“Oh god, here I go back into my wrestler days of shit talking. Anyway, he needs to learn his place or he’s going to have one pissed off Latina on his hands and honestly, I don’t think he’s going to be able to handle it. Especially since ‘his head was smashed into the sidewalk’ which I think was said because Astrid was owning his ‘daughter’. You got yourself one hell of a firecracker.”
“I think everyone needs to learn their ‘place’, Brooklyn. This isn’t Canadian Championship Wrestling. I need silent members that will just sit back and reap the revenue that is projected to come.
“If you want me to be silent that is what I will be… until someone’s stupidity and ignorance comes out… because then I’m going to have to say something. But if you ever need a CFO who knows what to do… keep me in mind.”
She winked slightly before downing the rest of the water.
“GOD THIS HEAT!”
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind, Brooklyn. If I can get you to sign the paperwork you have we can wrap this up and you can get out of this ‘heat’.”
“Oh I just need my body to adjust to the air conditioning. It just feels like it’s taking forever. And I knew I had forgotten something when I was leaving. I left the papers on my desk but I can sign them and have them overnighted to Los Angeles.”
“That works perfectly, Brooklyn. I’m glad none of this soured you and Josh on this. I promise that Iconic Professional Wrestling is going to be a huge success.”
“Well since you’re buying lunch I could maybe forget about it. But like I said… he better keep quiet cause I will speak up if he doesn’t. Pissed off Latina moms… we’re scary beings.”
Smirking, Samson finishes off the Espresso.
“I can only imagine. Better yet, I’m sure I’m bound to find out before all this is over with. As far as lunch, let’s head inside to get you properly cooled off plus there’s a Spanish Crab Melt sandwich that’s been calling my name.”
“I’m pregnant so no seafood for me. I’m quite content with a regular chicken salad or something like that. But yes… I agree with the going inside bit.”
He stands to his feet, buttoning the top button of his suit jacket, and extends his open palm to assist her. She takes his hand and allows him to help her up.
“You sure you’re not a gentleman deep down?”
Chuckling ever so slightly, Samson retrieves his shades and places them over his eyes.
“Not even a little bit, ma’am.”
“Well I call bullshit.”
They both share a laugh as Samson pulls the door open allowing Brooklyn to head into the restaurant before he follows behind her.
Brooklyn Holloway
