Nothing personal, it's just business...
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Post by zionsimmons on Oct 20, 2019 22:57:11 GMT -5
Zion:Imagination Labs
Friday 10/18/19
Time: Redacted
"Test subject 13 is holding steady, sir…"
Zion's personal assistant Sophie Rose, the plucky, nerdy redhead who's quick to do Zion's bidding at any chance given stands in front of him in his office wearing a lab coat over a sailor moon inspired outfit, her even done up in two messy buns. Zion sits deep in thought staring at his computer screen, dressed in his typical black and white windbreaker suit with black newsboy hat.
"Who was the subject that made up test subject 13 again?"
Sophie looks over her tablet and swipes through some files.
"It says here it was a podcast dj/retired wrestler by the name of Jason Slasher, he was last seen alive with one Karma Bishop…"
"Hmm… And what do we plan to do with him?"
"Well sir, you wanted to see what it takes to reanimate a body and we succeeded… It didn't take cocaine and piss covered sheets to do it either…"
Sophie giggles.
"Now, now… You gotta show Zombie McMorris more respect than that, him being a decorated champion after all. I can't go back in time and take all of his records away or buy out the companies who thought giving him the grandest prize was an Actual good idea… I can't go back and stop his mother from pushing him out and leaving him in that dumpster at prom… Not yet anyway… What I can do though…"
Zion wags his finger at the computer screen.
"I can solidify my Alpha Pro Wrestling take over by shutting this Zombie McMorris down. He's known for having his Summers of Z, where he runs through an entire roster in a company and he takes any and all championships he desires… But this time around, summer's over. He gets to witness Zion Simmons show up in Chernobyl ready for a fight and ready to walk out carrying the company like how I do. I am in the business for gold and business is my expertise… But APW already knows that. They already know if I want something bad enough, there's not a price I won't force you to let me pay. This isn't a time for negotiations, this is simply a time to take what is rightfully mine."
"Sir, no one has come into APW with as strong of a presence as you and that is proven. You literally came in and demanded their spotlight, you demanded their tag division, and you defanged their most dangerous demon. Zombie McMorris may be a delinquent with a long list of accomplishments, but the only thing he has done in Alpha is win the hardcore title… How barbaric…"
Sophie shakes her head.
"It may be barbaric, but it is ultra violent and that's his game… Zombie McMorris once choked a man out with his goddamn guts… Who the hell does that?"
"A coked up idiot with nothing to act like he lives for?"
"Exactly… But my focus on him can't possibly be just on him, with that Jazz enthusiast tagging along in the match…"
Sophie gags.
"Ewww, Jazz?"
Zion nods.
"Yeah, it's his thing, what can I say? He's won his way into the match by defeating Blaze and that dweeb Jobber Dave… Which isn't saying much, right?"
Sophie raises her right index finger.
"But sir, aren't you-"
Zion cuts Sophie off before she can finish her sentence.
"Anyways, so test subject 13 was a success huh?"
Sophie gives a suspicious look, but she slowly shrugs it off.
"Yes sir and in an hour he'll be fully uploaded and ready for your commands."
Zion shakes Sophie's hand.
"Thank you, Sophie, you're good to go for the day then."
"Thank you sir, if you need anything just let me know… I only ask to let me be there when you give your commands to Test subject 13 please."
Zion smiles.
"You bet, Soph…"
Sophie exits Zion's office and then Zion hits his intercom button.
"Ethan, can you send up test subject 13 please?"
"Yes sir, coming right up."
A few minutes later an elevator dings and a wall opens up in Zion's office. Inside the elevator Silvan and Henry stand with subject 13 on a dolly. The two push 13 into the office and Zion looks at the two before setting eyes on the reanimated Jason Slasher.
"Look at this guy… Ripped right of a horror movie, isn't he?"
Henry chuckles and Zion shoots him a look.
"What's so funny, Harold?"
"It's Henry, sir and it's the fact that Jason here use to host a podcast called Hollywood Horror, which was all about horror movies."
Zion mocks a laugh.
"Oh ho, so funny… How about you two hit the bricks and leave this ugly mug in my capable hands?"
The two try to speak up and Zion simply snaps his fingers and points to the elevator, forcing the two to come back from where they came. Zion stares the test subject up and down, noticing he's wearing a black Friday the 13th t shirt with a hockey mask on the front, black shorts, and black Chucks.
"You are indeed a horror movie fan I see… And I know you'll have a ticket to Chernobyl for sure… But this week isn't about you, now is it? It's about another member of the undead club, that Zombie McMorris fellow. I've mentioned about how dangerous he is, but let's face it… Zombie McMorris isn't the same man he was back then, now is he… Was it his "killing" in Action Wrestling? Or perhaps his terrible story telling with Damian Kaine? Whatever it is, Zombie McMorris isn't the dead behind the eyes psychopath everyone has grown to know… He's docile and he's letting his opponents actually walk away leading up to our showdown. I have no doubt in my mind that I shall easily dispose of him and move on to Smitty himself for that Alpha Pro Wrestling World title… As for Jazzy, his luck is gonna run out in this match and I'm not in the mood to Grant his Dream, no not this week. This week, school will be in session and it won't be a music class. I'm going to teach you the art of business my business is all about winning gold. The only problem you two have this werk, is you're up against a multimillionaire with deep pockets and I have no shame in my game. Jazzy John I could buy out all of your jazz clubs and turn them into upscale coffee shops or hipsters that won't let you in, just because it's a Tuesday. You two bros, don't know who you're dealing with and I'll be damned if you steal this moment from me. I'm on the rise and you two are about to get kicked off my train…"
Zion turns toward the godlike camera.
"I want your best because I don't want any doubters questioning my victory… So bring you cocaine, bring your jazz flutes, or saxophones… I'm bringing my witt and my agility… I'm bringing a fight that not a single soul saw coming… Zion is in line for a World title shot and that's enough to drive me. It's enough to give me focus beyond reproach."
Zion smirks.
"I have one who's a fear monger and the other who could be an extra in the Music Man. There's nothing serious about you two and in a few days, the entire world will know who will be buying Smith Jones out and regulating him to minion fall guy where he belongs. The days of big bosses is gone, I've reprogrammed this game and soon all roads will lead to Zion."
Zion looks to test subject 13 again.
"Now how do I turn this thing on…"
Zion flips a switch and test subject 13 shutters a bit, but then sits still again.
"I thought you idiots said he was a success?!"
Zion pats Jason on the chest.
"It's okay big guy, we will have time next week to play some more… Hell on Earth is soon upon us and it's coming to Chernobyl."
Zion cackles and turns back to the camera.
"Don't worry guys, there's nothing personal here, it's just business… I'm just better at business than you, especially when this business has GOLD. Zion is on the rise and you two are gonna meet your demise… Plain and simple, this is MY OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE because it already belongs to ME."
Zion looks to the camera smiles and the camera catches Jason Slasher's lips curl into a smirk as his eyes open. We fade to black with Zion oblivious to the shot that was just taken.
Friday 10/18/19
Time: Redacted
"Test subject 13 is holding steady, sir…"
Zion's personal assistant Sophie Rose, the plucky, nerdy redhead who's quick to do Zion's bidding at any chance given stands in front of him in his office wearing a lab coat over a sailor moon inspired outfit, her even done up in two messy buns. Zion sits deep in thought staring at his computer screen, dressed in his typical black and white windbreaker suit with black newsboy hat.
"Who was the subject that made up test subject 13 again?"
Sophie looks over her tablet and swipes through some files.
"It says here it was a podcast dj/retired wrestler by the name of Jason Slasher, he was last seen alive with one Karma Bishop…"
"Hmm… And what do we plan to do with him?"
"Well sir, you wanted to see what it takes to reanimate a body and we succeeded… It didn't take cocaine and piss covered sheets to do it either…"
Sophie giggles.
"Now, now… You gotta show Zombie McMorris more respect than that, him being a decorated champion after all. I can't go back in time and take all of his records away or buy out the companies who thought giving him the grandest prize was an Actual good idea… I can't go back and stop his mother from pushing him out and leaving him in that dumpster at prom… Not yet anyway… What I can do though…"
Zion wags his finger at the computer screen.
"I can solidify my Alpha Pro Wrestling take over by shutting this Zombie McMorris down. He's known for having his Summers of Z, where he runs through an entire roster in a company and he takes any and all championships he desires… But this time around, summer's over. He gets to witness Zion Simmons show up in Chernobyl ready for a fight and ready to walk out carrying the company like how I do. I am in the business for gold and business is my expertise… But APW already knows that. They already know if I want something bad enough, there's not a price I won't force you to let me pay. This isn't a time for negotiations, this is simply a time to take what is rightfully mine."
"Sir, no one has come into APW with as strong of a presence as you and that is proven. You literally came in and demanded their spotlight, you demanded their tag division, and you defanged their most dangerous demon. Zombie McMorris may be a delinquent with a long list of accomplishments, but the only thing he has done in Alpha is win the hardcore title… How barbaric…"
Sophie shakes her head.
"It may be barbaric, but it is ultra violent and that's his game… Zombie McMorris once choked a man out with his goddamn guts… Who the hell does that?"
"A coked up idiot with nothing to act like he lives for?"
"Exactly… But my focus on him can't possibly be just on him, with that Jazz enthusiast tagging along in the match…"
Sophie gags.
"Ewww, Jazz?"
Zion nods.
"Yeah, it's his thing, what can I say? He's won his way into the match by defeating Blaze and that dweeb Jobber Dave… Which isn't saying much, right?"
Sophie raises her right index finger.
"But sir, aren't you-"
Zion cuts Sophie off before she can finish her sentence.
"Anyways, so test subject 13 was a success huh?"
Sophie gives a suspicious look, but she slowly shrugs it off.
"Yes sir and in an hour he'll be fully uploaded and ready for your commands."
Zion shakes Sophie's hand.
"Thank you, Sophie, you're good to go for the day then."
"Thank you sir, if you need anything just let me know… I only ask to let me be there when you give your commands to Test subject 13 please."
Zion smiles.
"You bet, Soph…"
Sophie exits Zion's office and then Zion hits his intercom button.
"Ethan, can you send up test subject 13 please?"
"Yes sir, coming right up."
A few minutes later an elevator dings and a wall opens up in Zion's office. Inside the elevator Silvan and Henry stand with subject 13 on a dolly. The two push 13 into the office and Zion looks at the two before setting eyes on the reanimated Jason Slasher.
"Look at this guy… Ripped right of a horror movie, isn't he?"
Henry chuckles and Zion shoots him a look.
"What's so funny, Harold?"
"It's Henry, sir and it's the fact that Jason here use to host a podcast called Hollywood Horror, which was all about horror movies."
Zion mocks a laugh.
"Oh ho, so funny… How about you two hit the bricks and leave this ugly mug in my capable hands?"
The two try to speak up and Zion simply snaps his fingers and points to the elevator, forcing the two to come back from where they came. Zion stares the test subject up and down, noticing he's wearing a black Friday the 13th t shirt with a hockey mask on the front, black shorts, and black Chucks.
"You are indeed a horror movie fan I see… And I know you'll have a ticket to Chernobyl for sure… But this week isn't about you, now is it? It's about another member of the undead club, that Zombie McMorris fellow. I've mentioned about how dangerous he is, but let's face it… Zombie McMorris isn't the same man he was back then, now is he… Was it his "killing" in Action Wrestling? Or perhaps his terrible story telling with Damian Kaine? Whatever it is, Zombie McMorris isn't the dead behind the eyes psychopath everyone has grown to know… He's docile and he's letting his opponents actually walk away leading up to our showdown. I have no doubt in my mind that I shall easily dispose of him and move on to Smitty himself for that Alpha Pro Wrestling World title… As for Jazzy, his luck is gonna run out in this match and I'm not in the mood to Grant his Dream, no not this week. This week, school will be in session and it won't be a music class. I'm going to teach you the art of business my business is all about winning gold. The only problem you two have this werk, is you're up against a multimillionaire with deep pockets and I have no shame in my game. Jazzy John I could buy out all of your jazz clubs and turn them into upscale coffee shops or hipsters that won't let you in, just because it's a Tuesday. You two bros, don't know who you're dealing with and I'll be damned if you steal this moment from me. I'm on the rise and you two are about to get kicked off my train…"
Zion turns toward the godlike camera.
"I want your best because I don't want any doubters questioning my victory… So bring you cocaine, bring your jazz flutes, or saxophones… I'm bringing my witt and my agility… I'm bringing a fight that not a single soul saw coming… Zion is in line for a World title shot and that's enough to drive me. It's enough to give me focus beyond reproach."
Zion smirks.
"I have one who's a fear monger and the other who could be an extra in the Music Man. There's nothing serious about you two and in a few days, the entire world will know who will be buying Smith Jones out and regulating him to minion fall guy where he belongs. The days of big bosses is gone, I've reprogrammed this game and soon all roads will lead to Zion."
Zion looks to test subject 13 again.
"Now how do I turn this thing on…"
Zion flips a switch and test subject 13 shutters a bit, but then sits still again.
"I thought you idiots said he was a success?!"
Zion pats Jason on the chest.
"It's okay big guy, we will have time next week to play some more… Hell on Earth is soon upon us and it's coming to Chernobyl."
Zion cackles and turns back to the camera.
"Don't worry guys, there's nothing personal here, it's just business… I'm just better at business than you, especially when this business has GOLD. Zion is on the rise and you two are gonna meet your demise… Plain and simple, this is MY OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE because it already belongs to ME."
Zion looks to the camera smiles and the camera catches Jason Slasher's lips curl into a smirk as his eyes open. We fade to black with Zion oblivious to the shot that was just taken.
