GM's Office [ 9/17/13 ] (Read 350 times)

[Devin Surefire]

Surefire sat inside of his office, scrolling through the different profiles of the wrestlers. It was a good way to clear his mind on the current events. People were pressing him to be interviewed on what happened last week. Alex Stryder was assaulted and those two bastards who did it were trying to destroy PWR. How could he have let that happen? Stryder was not only a close friend, but one of the hardest people to get into PWR. He was going to be the face, but MONROE beat him. That wasn't the issue. What happened after is what the issue was. Was everyone in PWR just looking to cripple the federation before it even got off? He went by one name of one of the stranger wrestlers on his roster. He began to analyze the biography, tilting his head in confusion. He signed her to be a valet of sorts to those two idiots, Arik and Level. However, he never really looked into her. She was just a pretty, young woman with no wrestling skill...despite being trained by Stryder. How could she be such a failure and be trained by the best in the business? Surefire stopped on her page and read it. His eyebrow rose again, before he went on to the next superstar. Nothing of major importance there.

Maxwell Verdi was highlighted in bright green. The previous thoughts had returned. Damn, there was no escaping them. Surefire let out a fatigued sigh. MONROE and Verdi were making some sort of alliance? How typical. Both were adept at generating these cults to taint the federation. Sadly for them, they both underestimated Surefire. He gazed at his jacket with a bitter gaze. He could still wrestle. He have met many people like MONROE and destroyed them like the insects they were. And Verdi...Verdi was smart. He's brilliant, patient, but he bore a weakness. He had a Kypronite. Surefire leaned back in his gorgeous office chair, linking his fingers together. The pitiful management that those two reigned terror on just fell under their "might". Surefire was not going to allow that. No, Verdi said that Surefire made a mistake? No, Verdi was the one making mistakes. The door opened; his secretary crept in, concern evident on her face.

"Sir, are you okay?" she asked politely. Surefire peered up, and nodded gently.  

"I'll be fine. Just leave me to my thoughts," he said, lowering his vision back to his computer.

Screw the cancer plague, screw his little speech on him being the Devil. Surefire was going to be sure to show Verdi, MONROE, and anyone who dared ally with them that Surefire was the Devil before they even thought of it.