Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Feb 22, 2019 14:10:13 GMT -8
Sitting behind his mahogany oak desk within his office at Iconic Sports Management, Joshua Samson, Esquire nurses what seems to be a Bloody Mary, resplendent with a celery stalk protruding from it. The normally immaculately groomed Executive Representative looks to be a bit frazzled around the edges; a few loose strands of hair upon his perfectly gelled and styled head, darken bags hanging underneath his eyes, and the exact half-Windsor knot of his tie completely undone. In one word, the Iconic Professional Wrestling Owner Extraordinaire was “hungover.”
Phone speaker: Mister Samson, your 11:30 appointment is here. Mrs. Olivia Rhodes Anafili.
Joshua takes a sip of the Bloody Mary as he reaches for the phone base to press the intercom button.
Samson: Ugghhhh…
Phone speaker: I can always reschedule for next week? Your next available day is Thursday.
Samson: No, no, Linda. Send Liv in. Oh and Linda, get me some alka-seltzer pronto.
Olivia was all smiles as she walked into Joshua’s office, pushing open the door and gently holding it as it closed. She could tell that he was out of sorts and tried to make him a little more… well she didn’t want to make his headache any worse let’s put it that way.
Olivia: Good morning Mister Samson. It looks as if you’ve had a rough night.
Eyes closed, rubbing his temple, he motions his client toward the chairs in front of his desk.
Samson: Well...er...just a little under the weather, Liv. Yeah, that’s it.
He grabs the glass from the table and sips from it again.
Samson: Excuse me for not getting up and greeting you properly.
Olivia: Oh it’s fine. I saw some of your tweets from last night so I expected you to either still be half cocked or like this. I’ve had those days… trust me.
She takes a seat in one of the chairs and crossed her long legs as she sits back.
Olivia: To be honest, I’m surprised you had me come back in so soon. I didn’t think you’d have an opening this fast.
Samson: I always reward loyalty, Liv. I’ve had quite a few clients come and go last year due to me concentrating on getting IPW off the ground. But through all the bull, you remained. So it only makes sense that I make an opening.
Olivia: I tried to represent all that ISM stands for through my tenure with Canadian Championship Wrestling. It’s a shame it had to fold though. I know that the Riley’s had HUGE plans.
She smiles as she tosses a section of her hair behind her shoulder.
Samson: The Rileys, huh? Pfffftttt. CCW wouldn’t have never went under if the Holloways hadn’t sold it. Then again, Brooklyn probably knew a sinking ship was on the horizon.
Olivia: I know that Brooklyn wanted to stay more local cause of she was very pregnant when they started CCW. And she wanted to stay more central to LA. It seemed easier for Mariella and her husband since they live in Toronto.
That smile of hers shows no signs of fading away.
Olivia: And I do believe I was the longest reigning and best champion they had. But don’t quote me on that because I could be mistaken. I know you didn’t call me in here to talk about all of that.
He sips again at the perceived Blood Mary. There is a slight, rapid knock on the door.
Samson: Come in, Linda.
The door opens ushering in Linda with a glass of fizzing water. She places the glass in front of him on his desk before silently excusing herself.
Samson: Crap! Do you care for something to drink? Bite to eat? We could always go out or I can have something ordered in?
Olivia: I finished off my latte as I walked into reception actually. But I wouldn’t pass up a good bite… and you look as though you could use some. Whatever you choose is fine with me.
Samson: Oh, no. Between this V8 juice and alka seltzer water, I’m fine.
He peers at the new Rolex Yacht-Master 40 watch upon his wrist.
Samson: But I’ll gladly treat you to lunch once we have concluded here?
Olivia: That sounds like a good idea. I take it Chipotle might be out of the question?
She giggles a little bit.
Samson: The choice is yours.
Leaning forward, he searches amongst the scattered papers on the desk until he comes upon what he is looking forward.
Samson: Contract. You’re more than welcome to have your attorney look over it.
Raising the small stack of papers, Samson hands them toward Olivia.
Olivia: Oh… an official IPW contract. I feel all fancy or something. But I will have my lawyer look over them when I get back to Sarasota. Laifai will be happy when he hears the news.
She takes the contract and looks at it, running her fingers across the first page. He downs half of the alka seltzer water.
Olivia: Thank you Mister Samson… this truly means a lot. I didn’t think I’d be able to get a spot this quickly after CCW closed and I’d have to go back to personal training. Which let me tell you, isn’t fun and I tend to get lazy clients.
Samson: Oh, you know I know about lazy clients. It’s best that I intervened before you had to go back to that. And what’s this “Mister Samson” stuff? My father isn’t around.
Olivia: I was always taught to address your superiors and your boss as mister, misses, ma’am, sir... you get the jist. But thank you for saving me. I can only hope to make you not regret this decision.
Samson: I already know I won’t regret any of this, Liv. Loyalty means EVERYTHING to me. Like I said, I reward loyalty.
Olivia: Is there a particular reason why you’re bringing me on board?
She tucks the papers safely in her purse. He takes a big gulp the alka seltzer to finish it off.
Samson: You not wanting it? I thought the last time we talked you didn’t care where you worked, just as long as it was work?
Olivia: Oh no… I want the contract. I was just wondering if it’s as a wrestler or what.
Samson: A wrestler of course. We call them Icons in IPW, but a wrestler nonetheless, Liv.
He looks upon her with a raised eyebrow and knowing expression.
Olivia: Ah… noted. I just wasn’t sure if I would be a bodyguard or something considering everything that’s going on. Though I’m pretty sure Micheal Graves would be easy peasy.
Samson rolls his eyes as he sips more of the V8 juice.
Samson: Micheal Graves is a peon and not a worry in the grand scheme of things in IPW. If he ever steps out of line and puts his hands on me again, that suspension I gave him before will look like a weekend vacation. Liv, if you do decide to join us, trust me, you’ll get your fair share of the action and probably a lot more.
Olivia: Well I do like that sound of that sir. And as soon as I am able to get to my lawyer, I will sign these and have them overnighted back. I want to get back into the action as soon as possible. Is this Sunday too soon?
Samson: Probably since Tap has had the show booked for two weeks now. Now we can probably get you a dark match if you’re really itching? Regardless though you should definitely be in attendance backstage.
Olivia: Oh I wasn’t expecting to be in a match… just make my presence known because there are a number of people on the roster I feel that need to be reminded of a few things… like not to piss off the boss. But it does look like you have that one under control.
He shrugs in an approving manner before taking another sip of the tomato juice.
Samson: So you ready for lunch?
Olivia: Yes sir I am.
Samson: Less formal, Liv. It’s fine….if not, you’re fired.
Chuckling, Joshua pushes himself up to his feet to stand.
Olivia: I will try my hardest… Joshua.
Olivia stands up to her feet and grabbing her purse, slings it over her shoulder.
Olivia: Shall we then?
Samson: Indeed we shall.
The scene fades.
Olivia Rhodes
Phone speaker: Mister Samson, your 11:30 appointment is here. Mrs. Olivia Rhodes Anafili.
Joshua takes a sip of the Bloody Mary as he reaches for the phone base to press the intercom button.
Samson: Ugghhhh…
Phone speaker: I can always reschedule for next week? Your next available day is Thursday.
Samson: No, no, Linda. Send Liv in. Oh and Linda, get me some alka-seltzer pronto.
Olivia was all smiles as she walked into Joshua’s office, pushing open the door and gently holding it as it closed. She could tell that he was out of sorts and tried to make him a little more… well she didn’t want to make his headache any worse let’s put it that way.
Olivia: Good morning Mister Samson. It looks as if you’ve had a rough night.
Eyes closed, rubbing his temple, he motions his client toward the chairs in front of his desk.
Samson: Well...er...just a little under the weather, Liv. Yeah, that’s it.
He grabs the glass from the table and sips from it again.
Samson: Excuse me for not getting up and greeting you properly.
Olivia: Oh it’s fine. I saw some of your tweets from last night so I expected you to either still be half cocked or like this. I’ve had those days… trust me.
She takes a seat in one of the chairs and crossed her long legs as she sits back.
Olivia: To be honest, I’m surprised you had me come back in so soon. I didn’t think you’d have an opening this fast.
Samson: I always reward loyalty, Liv. I’ve had quite a few clients come and go last year due to me concentrating on getting IPW off the ground. But through all the bull, you remained. So it only makes sense that I make an opening.
Olivia: I tried to represent all that ISM stands for through my tenure with Canadian Championship Wrestling. It’s a shame it had to fold though. I know that the Riley’s had HUGE plans.
She smiles as she tosses a section of her hair behind her shoulder.
Samson: The Rileys, huh? Pfffftttt. CCW wouldn’t have never went under if the Holloways hadn’t sold it. Then again, Brooklyn probably knew a sinking ship was on the horizon.
Olivia: I know that Brooklyn wanted to stay more local cause of she was very pregnant when they started CCW. And she wanted to stay more central to LA. It seemed easier for Mariella and her husband since they live in Toronto.
That smile of hers shows no signs of fading away.
Olivia: And I do believe I was the longest reigning and best champion they had. But don’t quote me on that because I could be mistaken. I know you didn’t call me in here to talk about all of that.
He sips again at the perceived Blood Mary. There is a slight, rapid knock on the door.
Samson: Come in, Linda.
The door opens ushering in Linda with a glass of fizzing water. She places the glass in front of him on his desk before silently excusing herself.
Samson: Crap! Do you care for something to drink? Bite to eat? We could always go out or I can have something ordered in?
Olivia: I finished off my latte as I walked into reception actually. But I wouldn’t pass up a good bite… and you look as though you could use some. Whatever you choose is fine with me.
Samson: Oh, no. Between this V8 juice and alka seltzer water, I’m fine.
He peers at the new Rolex Yacht-Master 40 watch upon his wrist.
Samson: But I’ll gladly treat you to lunch once we have concluded here?
Olivia: That sounds like a good idea. I take it Chipotle might be out of the question?
She giggles a little bit.
Samson: The choice is yours.
Leaning forward, he searches amongst the scattered papers on the desk until he comes upon what he is looking forward.
Samson: Contract. You’re more than welcome to have your attorney look over it.
Raising the small stack of papers, Samson hands them toward Olivia.
Olivia: Oh… an official IPW contract. I feel all fancy or something. But I will have my lawyer look over them when I get back to Sarasota. Laifai will be happy when he hears the news.
She takes the contract and looks at it, running her fingers across the first page. He downs half of the alka seltzer water.
Olivia: Thank you Mister Samson… this truly means a lot. I didn’t think I’d be able to get a spot this quickly after CCW closed and I’d have to go back to personal training. Which let me tell you, isn’t fun and I tend to get lazy clients.
Samson: Oh, you know I know about lazy clients. It’s best that I intervened before you had to go back to that. And what’s this “Mister Samson” stuff? My father isn’t around.
Olivia: I was always taught to address your superiors and your boss as mister, misses, ma’am, sir... you get the jist. But thank you for saving me. I can only hope to make you not regret this decision.
Samson: I already know I won’t regret any of this, Liv. Loyalty means EVERYTHING to me. Like I said, I reward loyalty.
Olivia: Is there a particular reason why you’re bringing me on board?
She tucks the papers safely in her purse. He takes a big gulp the alka seltzer to finish it off.
Samson: You not wanting it? I thought the last time we talked you didn’t care where you worked, just as long as it was work?
Olivia: Oh no… I want the contract. I was just wondering if it’s as a wrestler or what.
Samson: A wrestler of course. We call them Icons in IPW, but a wrestler nonetheless, Liv.
He looks upon her with a raised eyebrow and knowing expression.
Olivia: Ah… noted. I just wasn’t sure if I would be a bodyguard or something considering everything that’s going on. Though I’m pretty sure Micheal Graves would be easy peasy.
Samson rolls his eyes as he sips more of the V8 juice.
Samson: Micheal Graves is a peon and not a worry in the grand scheme of things in IPW. If he ever steps out of line and puts his hands on me again, that suspension I gave him before will look like a weekend vacation. Liv, if you do decide to join us, trust me, you’ll get your fair share of the action and probably a lot more.
Olivia: Well I do like that sound of that sir. And as soon as I am able to get to my lawyer, I will sign these and have them overnighted back. I want to get back into the action as soon as possible. Is this Sunday too soon?
Samson: Probably since Tap has had the show booked for two weeks now. Now we can probably get you a dark match if you’re really itching? Regardless though you should definitely be in attendance backstage.
Olivia: Oh I wasn’t expecting to be in a match… just make my presence known because there are a number of people on the roster I feel that need to be reminded of a few things… like not to piss off the boss. But it does look like you have that one under control.
He shrugs in an approving manner before taking another sip of the tomato juice.
Samson: So you ready for lunch?
Olivia: Yes sir I am.
Samson: Less formal, Liv. It’s fine….if not, you’re fired.
Chuckling, Joshua pushes himself up to his feet to stand.
Olivia: I will try my hardest… Joshua.
Olivia stands up to her feet and grabbing her purse, slings it over her shoulder.
Olivia: Shall we then?
Samson: Indeed we shall.
The scene fades.
Olivia Rhodes
