Post by James Ranger on Aug 24, 2021 0:00:13 GMT -5
Kagome stared at him with almost childlike excitement, he glanced up quickly and back down to the video feed as she took the luxury he was spending on them for the separate flight to Japan. He didn’t want to risk anything, even going so far as having the company accountant mark it down as an executive expense he rarely used. His accountant almost celebrated in amusement that James was willing to use his resources for once, to go on a merry trip and set up new contacts for the company.
If anything else, the bonus was being within arms reach of an old foe.
He paused almost intently as the video feed froze on Christian DeMarco talking to Kagome, the subtle smile, the eyes intently gauging her movements, Kagome’s body language as she attempted to make progress towards what he believed was purely a peaceful mission. The lack of tissue on his cerebral and the alarming lack of violent synergy that he would almost ooze of him. He seemed possibly more humane.
He sighed as he closed the laptop. Too soon, not yet. There was plenty of time to resume a duel. He checked his pulse as Kagome raised an eyebrow at him, he chuckled as she shrugged, knowing that it could be for any reason, but James knew what and why he was doing it. No need to have her concerned for something that would ultimately be out of her hands.
He leaned back slowly into his lounge chair, clasping his hands together and resting them on his lap as he pondered the situation.
Project: Honor had connections, wealth of talent, potential for growth, potential to dominate in the wrestling business. Its frequent business dealings were proof of that when James attempted to revive his first home. The business model wasn’t strong enough to last, he hated having the bury something more than once, but that was the nature of investing in a scenario that favor no one. He closed his eyes as he took again stock of the situation, smiling.
He had competed in a dark match prior to this contested tag match. How long had it been, when he was treated with the mystique of being unknown, a variable no one cared to noticed? He could savor this as a means to take a weight off his back with each match. He knew who was in charge, but the conflict needed not be presented so early, he mused. He knew the “why” in this scenario…
Christian DeMarco was not the focus. Fallout was in the midst of some chaotic events,
He had taken note of that event, was utterly shocked, not since his days at High Octane Wrestling, had he bear witness to a level of chaos that felt like pinpricks all over his body. He did his best to suppress the shudder that began to creep over his body. He needed to avoid a scenario that put him in unfavorable straits that early. Beating the best of another company required long term planning and a bit of clear headed logic.
Slow and steady wins the race, he thought as he faced the window view of them just reaching the coastline of Japan itself. While his matchup with Crash was a tune-up, he needed to get back into the mindset that was familiar, but the breaks only recovered so much. He needed more than a distraction right now, he knew he craved it, desired it more than anything. The hunt. The thrill of chasing it.
Championship gold. A divinity unlike any other. Once you’ve acquired it once in your wrestling career, it was a fixation that bubbled slowly to the surface. The flow changes when the target is a leather strap of metallic beauty with your name on it. The flow changes when you desire it, when it motivates you, when it controls your daily life within a company. Your Drive is tied to the existence of championships.
Again James closed his eyes...the camera view noting the deep breaths he attempts. Exhaling slowly as his wife walks by, to swiftly snatch the laptop away from him, while Kagome watches in amusement as this unfolds. James completes the exercise, taking a little more time to open his eyes, before realising that the laptop is gone. His chosen focus no longer within reach he scans that area for it, looking towards Kagome as she shrugs.
“I didn’t do anything with it.”
James raised an eyebrow in response, but chuckled all the same as he caught sight of his wife further up the aisle, giving it to an assistant to tuck away.
Focus on the present. Focus on the here and now, what will face us in the ring.
James pondered on the thought as he took to reclining on in the chair. He need to relax first, but gradually he needed to showcase what was to come. He did request to appear on both brands, something quite bold, but he needed to show that he was capable. Now as good of a time as any.
If anything else, the bonus was being within arms reach of an old foe.
He paused almost intently as the video feed froze on Christian DeMarco talking to Kagome, the subtle smile, the eyes intently gauging her movements, Kagome’s body language as she attempted to make progress towards what he believed was purely a peaceful mission. The lack of tissue on his cerebral and the alarming lack of violent synergy that he would almost ooze of him. He seemed possibly more humane.
He sighed as he closed the laptop. Too soon, not yet. There was plenty of time to resume a duel. He checked his pulse as Kagome raised an eyebrow at him, he chuckled as she shrugged, knowing that it could be for any reason, but James knew what and why he was doing it. No need to have her concerned for something that would ultimately be out of her hands.
He leaned back slowly into his lounge chair, clasping his hands together and resting them on his lap as he pondered the situation.
Project: Honor had connections, wealth of talent, potential for growth, potential to dominate in the wrestling business. Its frequent business dealings were proof of that when James attempted to revive his first home. The business model wasn’t strong enough to last, he hated having the bury something more than once, but that was the nature of investing in a scenario that favor no one. He closed his eyes as he took again stock of the situation, smiling.
He had competed in a dark match prior to this contested tag match. How long had it been, when he was treated with the mystique of being unknown, a variable no one cared to noticed? He could savor this as a means to take a weight off his back with each match. He knew who was in charge, but the conflict needed not be presented so early, he mused. He knew the “why” in this scenario…
Christian DeMarco was not the focus. Fallout was in the midst of some chaotic events,
He had taken note of that event, was utterly shocked, not since his days at High Octane Wrestling, had he bear witness to a level of chaos that felt like pinpricks all over his body. He did his best to suppress the shudder that began to creep over his body. He needed to avoid a scenario that put him in unfavorable straits that early. Beating the best of another company required long term planning and a bit of clear headed logic.
Slow and steady wins the race, he thought as he faced the window view of them just reaching the coastline of Japan itself. While his matchup with Crash was a tune-up, he needed to get back into the mindset that was familiar, but the breaks only recovered so much. He needed more than a distraction right now, he knew he craved it, desired it more than anything. The hunt. The thrill of chasing it.
Championship gold. A divinity unlike any other. Once you’ve acquired it once in your wrestling career, it was a fixation that bubbled slowly to the surface. The flow changes when the target is a leather strap of metallic beauty with your name on it. The flow changes when you desire it, when it motivates you, when it controls your daily life within a company. Your Drive is tied to the existence of championships.
Again James closed his eyes...the camera view noting the deep breaths he attempts. Exhaling slowly as his wife walks by, to swiftly snatch the laptop away from him, while Kagome watches in amusement as this unfolds. James completes the exercise, taking a little more time to open his eyes, before realising that the laptop is gone. His chosen focus no longer within reach he scans that area for it, looking towards Kagome as she shrugs.
“I didn’t do anything with it.”
James raised an eyebrow in response, but chuckled all the same as he caught sight of his wife further up the aisle, giving it to an assistant to tuck away.
Focus on the present. Focus on the here and now, what will face us in the ring.
James pondered on the thought as he took to reclining on in the chair. He need to relax first, but gradually he needed to showcase what was to come. He did request to appear on both brands, something quite bold, but he needed to show that he was capable. Now as good of a time as any.