Post by Astrid Samson on Feb 5, 2019 0:57:19 GMT -8
To say that the motorways in and around the city of Los Angeles, California were busy… was an understatement. A drive that on a Friday usually took Astrid Sedin just over an hour to do from the home she shares with her husband (Joshua Samson, Esq duh!) to the Iconic Sports Management offices… today took about 2 hours due to bottlenecking from an accident on the other side of the highway. She was supposed to be at the offices for a meeting with her husband and IPW General Manager Tapioca Joe, a meeting she was dreading and when she had to call Linda to ask her to inform Joshua about the situation, she could feel the displeasure in Linda’s voice. But hey… Astrid can’t control the traffic!
When she was finally able to make it to the offices, she quickly parked in her spot (of course she has a reserved parking spot) and hauled her plump ass inside and up to the correct floor. Rushing past Linda, Astrid quickly went into Joshua’s office and saw that both him and Tap were sitting in there waiting.
Astrid Sedin: I know I’m late. I called Linda and told her about the traffic. I tried to get here quickly and trust me… I damn near got a ticket but I was careful and nobody saw me speeding.
Tap: Have a seat please, Ms. Sedin.
Both men were seemingly in professional mode; Tap being being more formal than usual and Joshua not even getting up to informally greet his wife into the office. Astrid gave her husband a “what the hell is going on” look before sitting down in one of the chairs across from him.
Astrid Sedin: So… I know I’m in trouble.
Samson: Trouble is objective, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: OK… so… shall we get this started?
Tap: We’ve asked you here today in order to discuss your recent behavior at “New Year, Who Dis?” concerning your assault upon Micheal Graves.
Astrid Sedin: OK… for one… he went after Jessie and given his history with me it was 99.9% guaranteed that he was going to come after me next. I was merely defending myself. Like Rose said… turnabout’s fair play and he got what was coming to him. I barely even touched the dude anyway. I’m 5 feet tall and only weigh a benji… I can’t do the damage you’re insinuating I did.
Tap: We’re not here to insinuating anything, Ms. Sedin. Mister Samson and I have reviewed the show several times and the evidence shows that Mister Samson had the situation diffused. Once everything was indeed calm, you proceeded to attack Mister Graves.
Poker face intact, Joshua quietly looks on.
Astrid Sedin: Then obviously someone doesn’t know their history or is too ignorant to look shit up... Pudding. Back in October he put his hands on me and damn near ended my career and possibly my life. And he was about to fuckin’ do it again! Everything I did I would’ve done in the ring in a normal match… but that twat has a grudge and an anger problem and you were about to let him do it again. I get that you hate me but come on… I do my job so it’s time to cut the Honor Guard bullshit and do yours.
Astrid tucks a section of her bright blonde hair behind her ear.
Astrid Sedin: And if it wasn’t for speak no evil over here… I might be laid up in a hospital right now or worse because you didn’t seem to care to stop it before it crossed the line.
Tap: I can fully understand your frustration and you want to get revenge on the man that sidelined you, but there are ways and means of getting that revenge, Ms. Sedin. Your display at the supershow is exactly the type of behavior that will no longer be tolerated within IPW.
Astrid Sedin: Yeah I’m not going to listen to you because you’re just the general manager. And when the real boss says so… then maybe I’ll take it into consideration.
Tap: Contrary to your thoughts, I am the boss when it comes to the day-to-day operations of IPW. But you don’t have to listen to me but you’ll know I’m serious when I take your Television Championship shot away from you.
Samson: Hold on, Tap. I thought we discussed this…
Tap: Joshua, remember you’re only here as an official witness.
Astrid Sedin: HE SPEAKS! Go ahead… finish what you were saying Joshua. You are the boss and you’re getting walked all over.
All of the sudden something clicked in her head and she glared at Joshua.
Astrid Sedin: What… the… actual… FUCK!? Are you letting him continue this power trip?
Tap: Ms. Sedin, this has nothing to do with Mister Samson. He is only here as a witness. Now, not only should you be stripped of your shot at the TV title but I am really considering suspension.
Astrid Sedin: Who took your balls Joshua because I sure as hell don’t have them… contrary to popular belief. So you’re just going to sit there, let him abuse his power? Fuck this… I’m out.
Astrid goes to get up.
Samson: Astrid Rona Samson. Sit. Your. Ass. Down.
With a simmering fire in his eyes, Joshua barks at Astrid. With her eyes locked on his, she lowers herself down.
Astrid Sedin: OOOH! The full name… pfft… I’m not scared. I just wanted you to speak up.
Samson: I don’t need to speak up, Astrid. This isn’t an informal meeting. You are here as a Lady Icon meeting with the General Manager. Now if you decide you’re above all this then by all means walk your happy ass out of this office and your punishment will be meted out accordingly.
Astrid Sedin: But you’re his boss and you’re just sitting there going on a goddamn power trip. And the only reason why he’s doing it is because of my last name. If I was someone else… he’d not be acting like such a dick. If he wasn’t so damn ignorant about the history… it wouldn’t be so bad. And you know EXACTLY what I am talking about.
Samson: The choice is yours, Ms. Sedin.
Astrid Sedin: I don’t respond to that name. Astrid Sedin only exists on show days and obviously… this isn’t one of them. But thank you… thank you for not sticking up for me and informing Boba Pearls of something you should’ve when you hired his wrinkly old ass.
Tap: Ms. Sedin, I’m very much aware of the history you keep referring to. I’ve seen your medical like I’ve seen every Icons’. You history doesn’t excuse you from your actions at “New Year, Who Dis?”
Astrid Sedin: Again… I don’t respond to that name because this isn’t IPW right now. Since this is an official business capacity… refer to me by my LEGAL name.
She wasn't too happy as she looked at Tapioca.
Astrid Sedin: Since you’re seen my medical report and if Joshua has really told you… then you’d know that I cannot control it and there’s only one way and one person that can bring me out of it. And it really feels like that side of me is about to make an appearance.
Tap: Again, none of that excuses your actions. If anything it further fuels my point that you should be suspended as your unpredictable “outbursts” poise a danger to yourself as well as the other Icons on the roster.
Astrid Sedin: That side has only come out when it's deserved. And he surely as hell fuckin’ deserved it just like Joshua’s bitch of an ex-wife deserved it. Hell… it wouldn’t have came out had you done your job and kept me safe. But no… you guys let him appear multiple times and attack various roster members. So if anyone’s actions poised a threat to the IPW roster it was yours. It was a fight or flight moment and everything was in self defense. What he did to me was far, far worse than anything I did to him which judging by videos I’ve seen… was only hit him a few times with a kendo stick and again… I couldn't have done much damage because I'm much smaller. Not like he’s got to worry about having kids anyway. Nobody is desperate enough to fuck something that disgusting.
Both men give each other exasperating glares before turning their attention back to her.
Samson: Tap wants a loss of a title shot and suspension served, Astrid. Perhaps he may be right?
The General Manager scratches at his salt and pepper colored beard in deep thought.
Tap: Maybe that might be too severe, Joshua?
Samson: Huh?! I thought you said…
Astrid Sedin: Oh here we go…
She rolled her eyes.
Tap: Instead of the suspension how about we give you a formal warning with a thirty day probationary period and a hefty fine?
Astrid Sedin: How much is hefty? Do I get to keep my title shot at Love Hurts?
Tap scribbles down a number on a notepad in front of him before sliding it over to Astrid.
Tap: This hefty.
Astrid looked at the paper and considered it.
Astrid Sedin: Did Josh OK this?
Then she turned to Joshua.
Astrid Sedin: Can you give me the checkbook?
Tap: Mister Samson, doesn’t need to okay this, Ms. Sedin.
Samson: My checkbook?
Astrid Sedin: Considering where the money is coming from he should know. And no… ours. I know you have one in your drawer.
She digs a pen out of her purse.
Astrid Sedin: But you still haven’t answered my question… is my Television Championship match against Minx still on for Love Hurts?
The Owner Extraordinaire slightly leans back in his chair, opens the center drawer of his desk, and removes a checkbook which he hands to Astrid.
Samson: That’s quite a bit of money, Astrid…
Astrid Sedin: Would you rather me be suspended then?
Samson: I rather you pay it out of your own account, my dear.
Astrid Sedin: And I’d rather my questions get answered. Half my money is in that account. So I need the checkbook to pay for half and the rest out of my account. I’ll have no money but hey… it's worth it for no suspension I guess.
She takes the checkbook.
Astrid Sedin: So I make it out to ISM or what?
Samson: IPW.
Tap: And while you’re doing that, I should also inform you that since you aren’t being stripped of your TV title shot, it will be pushed back to a later date.
Astrid Sedin: So first you take all my money and then you take my shot? This is bullshit because as much money I’ve now put into IPW I should be considered a fuckin’ co-owner or something… at least have a say in things.
Shaking her head, Astrid wrote the check out and gave it to Joshua before handing him back the check book. He examines the check, nodding with satisfaction, before handing it to his general manager.
Samson: Your shot hasn’t been taken. Just pushed back to a later date because Chaos “Love Hurts” main event will be a Six Icon Tag Team match which you will be a part of.
Astrid Sedin: This is bullshit. The rest of the world and myself were told that the match was happening at Love Hurts so you’re not only deceiving me… but the fans too.
Samson: There’s no deception. Advertisement has already gone out for this match. You’ll still get to face off against Minx but also her tag team partners of the returning to action Aaron Kostan and Oliver Black.
Astrid Sedin: And what sad sack of shit losers did Anti-Astrid Pudding give me… Jessie Roberts and Cody Belmont?
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. The grizzled veteran chuckles as he pats the IPW owner on the shoulder while rising to his feet.
Tap: And my part of this meeting is done here. Ms. Sedin, I’ll have that formal warning sent to you for your signature. Good luck, Joshua.
Astrid Sedin: The fuck is that supposed to mean Boba Pearls?
Giving her a final inspection, Tap only chuckles again before making his way out of the office. Joshua waits until Tap exits before speaking.
Samson: Don’t worry about any of that, Gizzy. Anyway, no your partners won’t be Jessie or the Calvin Klein model. It’s actually going to be Brianna.
Astrid Sedin: So it’s 3 on 2? That’s kind of messed up.
Samson: Uh...not quite. It’ll be a three on three. You guys third will be that idiot Corey Lazarus.
Astrid Sedin: So it is 3 on 2. We all know that even if he does show up… he’s not going to be pulling his weight. Brianna and I are going to have to do all the work.
Samson: Honestly if you were smart you’d have Little Brother do all the work. She’s just as much of an idiot as her idiot boyfriend.
Astrid Sedin: If I was smart I would just sit back in my husband’s office and have a conversation with him. Especially now that I know it irritates some people. But then again they’re probably in the midst of a dry spell and jealous as all hell.
A twisted smirk comes across her face.
Astrid Sedin: It has been a while since we’ve had a conversation here. We’re always conversing in my office.
A mischievous sparkle lights in his eyes.
Samson: So clothes on or clothes off?
Astrid got up from her seat and walked over to the button that closed the blinds of his office, giving them privacy.
Astrid Sedin: It's never fun with clothes on.
He smiles as he begins to loosen his tie.
Samson: You’re about to get your money's worth for that check you just wrote.
Astrid Sedin: Oh I better.
She kicks off her shoes and seductively walks towards her husband. The scene slowly starts to fade out as she starts to peel off her shirt.
Tapioca Joe
Joshua Samson, Esquire
When she was finally able to make it to the offices, she quickly parked in her spot (of course she has a reserved parking spot) and hauled her plump ass inside and up to the correct floor. Rushing past Linda, Astrid quickly went into Joshua’s office and saw that both him and Tap were sitting in there waiting.
Astrid Sedin: I know I’m late. I called Linda and told her about the traffic. I tried to get here quickly and trust me… I damn near got a ticket but I was careful and nobody saw me speeding.
Tap: Have a seat please, Ms. Sedin.
Both men were seemingly in professional mode; Tap being being more formal than usual and Joshua not even getting up to informally greet his wife into the office. Astrid gave her husband a “what the hell is going on” look before sitting down in one of the chairs across from him.
Astrid Sedin: So… I know I’m in trouble.
Samson: Trouble is objective, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: OK… so… shall we get this started?
Tap: We’ve asked you here today in order to discuss your recent behavior at “New Year, Who Dis?” concerning your assault upon Micheal Graves.
Astrid Sedin: OK… for one… he went after Jessie and given his history with me it was 99.9% guaranteed that he was going to come after me next. I was merely defending myself. Like Rose said… turnabout’s fair play and he got what was coming to him. I barely even touched the dude anyway. I’m 5 feet tall and only weigh a benji… I can’t do the damage you’re insinuating I did.
Tap: We’re not here to insinuating anything, Ms. Sedin. Mister Samson and I have reviewed the show several times and the evidence shows that Mister Samson had the situation diffused. Once everything was indeed calm, you proceeded to attack Mister Graves.
Poker face intact, Joshua quietly looks on.
Astrid Sedin: Then obviously someone doesn’t know their history or is too ignorant to look shit up... Pudding. Back in October he put his hands on me and damn near ended my career and possibly my life. And he was about to fuckin’ do it again! Everything I did I would’ve done in the ring in a normal match… but that twat has a grudge and an anger problem and you were about to let him do it again. I get that you hate me but come on… I do my job so it’s time to cut the Honor Guard bullshit and do yours.
Astrid tucks a section of her bright blonde hair behind her ear.
Astrid Sedin: And if it wasn’t for speak no evil over here… I might be laid up in a hospital right now or worse because you didn’t seem to care to stop it before it crossed the line.
Tap: I can fully understand your frustration and you want to get revenge on the man that sidelined you, but there are ways and means of getting that revenge, Ms. Sedin. Your display at the supershow is exactly the type of behavior that will no longer be tolerated within IPW.
Astrid Sedin: Yeah I’m not going to listen to you because you’re just the general manager. And when the real boss says so… then maybe I’ll take it into consideration.
Tap: Contrary to your thoughts, I am the boss when it comes to the day-to-day operations of IPW. But you don’t have to listen to me but you’ll know I’m serious when I take your Television Championship shot away from you.
Samson: Hold on, Tap. I thought we discussed this…
Tap: Joshua, remember you’re only here as an official witness.
Astrid Sedin: HE SPEAKS! Go ahead… finish what you were saying Joshua. You are the boss and you’re getting walked all over.
All of the sudden something clicked in her head and she glared at Joshua.
Astrid Sedin: What… the… actual… FUCK!? Are you letting him continue this power trip?
Tap: Ms. Sedin, this has nothing to do with Mister Samson. He is only here as a witness. Now, not only should you be stripped of your shot at the TV title but I am really considering suspension.
Astrid Sedin: Who took your balls Joshua because I sure as hell don’t have them… contrary to popular belief. So you’re just going to sit there, let him abuse his power? Fuck this… I’m out.
Astrid goes to get up.
Samson: Astrid Rona Samson. Sit. Your. Ass. Down.
With a simmering fire in his eyes, Joshua barks at Astrid. With her eyes locked on his, she lowers herself down.
Astrid Sedin: OOOH! The full name… pfft… I’m not scared. I just wanted you to speak up.
Samson: I don’t need to speak up, Astrid. This isn’t an informal meeting. You are here as a Lady Icon meeting with the General Manager. Now if you decide you’re above all this then by all means walk your happy ass out of this office and your punishment will be meted out accordingly.
Astrid Sedin: But you’re his boss and you’re just sitting there going on a goddamn power trip. And the only reason why he’s doing it is because of my last name. If I was someone else… he’d not be acting like such a dick. If he wasn’t so damn ignorant about the history… it wouldn’t be so bad. And you know EXACTLY what I am talking about.
Samson: The choice is yours, Ms. Sedin.
Astrid Sedin: I don’t respond to that name. Astrid Sedin only exists on show days and obviously… this isn’t one of them. But thank you… thank you for not sticking up for me and informing Boba Pearls of something you should’ve when you hired his wrinkly old ass.
Tap: Ms. Sedin, I’m very much aware of the history you keep referring to. I’ve seen your medical like I’ve seen every Icons’. You history doesn’t excuse you from your actions at “New Year, Who Dis?”
Astrid Sedin: Again… I don’t respond to that name because this isn’t IPW right now. Since this is an official business capacity… refer to me by my LEGAL name.
She wasn't too happy as she looked at Tapioca.
Astrid Sedin: Since you’re seen my medical report and if Joshua has really told you… then you’d know that I cannot control it and there’s only one way and one person that can bring me out of it. And it really feels like that side of me is about to make an appearance.
Tap: Again, none of that excuses your actions. If anything it further fuels my point that you should be suspended as your unpredictable “outbursts” poise a danger to yourself as well as the other Icons on the roster.
Astrid Sedin: That side has only come out when it's deserved. And he surely as hell fuckin’ deserved it just like Joshua’s bitch of an ex-wife deserved it. Hell… it wouldn’t have came out had you done your job and kept me safe. But no… you guys let him appear multiple times and attack various roster members. So if anyone’s actions poised a threat to the IPW roster it was yours. It was a fight or flight moment and everything was in self defense. What he did to me was far, far worse than anything I did to him which judging by videos I’ve seen… was only hit him a few times with a kendo stick and again… I couldn't have done much damage because I'm much smaller. Not like he’s got to worry about having kids anyway. Nobody is desperate enough to fuck something that disgusting.
Both men give each other exasperating glares before turning their attention back to her.
Samson: Tap wants a loss of a title shot and suspension served, Astrid. Perhaps he may be right?
The General Manager scratches at his salt and pepper colored beard in deep thought.
Tap: Maybe that might be too severe, Joshua?
Samson: Huh?! I thought you said…
Astrid Sedin: Oh here we go…
She rolled her eyes.
Tap: Instead of the suspension how about we give you a formal warning with a thirty day probationary period and a hefty fine?
Astrid Sedin: How much is hefty? Do I get to keep my title shot at Love Hurts?
Tap scribbles down a number on a notepad in front of him before sliding it over to Astrid.
Tap: This hefty.
Astrid looked at the paper and considered it.
Astrid Sedin: Did Josh OK this?
Then she turned to Joshua.
Astrid Sedin: Can you give me the checkbook?
Tap: Mister Samson, doesn’t need to okay this, Ms. Sedin.
Samson: My checkbook?
Astrid Sedin: Considering where the money is coming from he should know. And no… ours. I know you have one in your drawer.
She digs a pen out of her purse.
Astrid Sedin: But you still haven’t answered my question… is my Television Championship match against Minx still on for Love Hurts?
The Owner Extraordinaire slightly leans back in his chair, opens the center drawer of his desk, and removes a checkbook which he hands to Astrid.
Samson: That’s quite a bit of money, Astrid…
Astrid Sedin: Would you rather me be suspended then?
Samson: I rather you pay it out of your own account, my dear.
Astrid Sedin: And I’d rather my questions get answered. Half my money is in that account. So I need the checkbook to pay for half and the rest out of my account. I’ll have no money but hey… it's worth it for no suspension I guess.
She takes the checkbook.
Astrid Sedin: So I make it out to ISM or what?
Samson: IPW.
Tap: And while you’re doing that, I should also inform you that since you aren’t being stripped of your TV title shot, it will be pushed back to a later date.
Astrid Sedin: So first you take all my money and then you take my shot? This is bullshit because as much money I’ve now put into IPW I should be considered a fuckin’ co-owner or something… at least have a say in things.
Shaking her head, Astrid wrote the check out and gave it to Joshua before handing him back the check book. He examines the check, nodding with satisfaction, before handing it to his general manager.
Samson: Your shot hasn’t been taken. Just pushed back to a later date because Chaos “Love Hurts” main event will be a Six Icon Tag Team match which you will be a part of.
Astrid Sedin: This is bullshit. The rest of the world and myself were told that the match was happening at Love Hurts so you’re not only deceiving me… but the fans too.
Samson: There’s no deception. Advertisement has already gone out for this match. You’ll still get to face off against Minx but also her tag team partners of the returning to action Aaron Kostan and Oliver Black.
Astrid Sedin: And what sad sack of shit losers did Anti-Astrid Pudding give me… Jessie Roberts and Cody Belmont?
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. The grizzled veteran chuckles as he pats the IPW owner on the shoulder while rising to his feet.
Tap: And my part of this meeting is done here. Ms. Sedin, I’ll have that formal warning sent to you for your signature. Good luck, Joshua.
Astrid Sedin: The fuck is that supposed to mean Boba Pearls?
Giving her a final inspection, Tap only chuckles again before making his way out of the office. Joshua waits until Tap exits before speaking.
Samson: Don’t worry about any of that, Gizzy. Anyway, no your partners won’t be Jessie or the Calvin Klein model. It’s actually going to be Brianna.
Astrid Sedin: So it’s 3 on 2? That’s kind of messed up.
Samson: Uh...not quite. It’ll be a three on three. You guys third will be that idiot Corey Lazarus.
Astrid Sedin: So it is 3 on 2. We all know that even if he does show up… he’s not going to be pulling his weight. Brianna and I are going to have to do all the work.
Samson: Honestly if you were smart you’d have Little Brother do all the work. She’s just as much of an idiot as her idiot boyfriend.
Astrid Sedin: If I was smart I would just sit back in my husband’s office and have a conversation with him. Especially now that I know it irritates some people. But then again they’re probably in the midst of a dry spell and jealous as all hell.
A twisted smirk comes across her face.
Astrid Sedin: It has been a while since we’ve had a conversation here. We’re always conversing in my office.
A mischievous sparkle lights in his eyes.
Samson: So clothes on or clothes off?
Astrid got up from her seat and walked over to the button that closed the blinds of his office, giving them privacy.
Astrid Sedin: It's never fun with clothes on.
He smiles as he begins to loosen his tie.
Samson: You’re about to get your money's worth for that check you just wrote.
Astrid Sedin: Oh I better.
She kicks off her shoes and seductively walks towards her husband. The scene slowly starts to fade out as she starts to peel off her shirt.
Tapioca Joe
Joshua Samson, Esquire
