Post by zionsimmons on Oct 27, 2019 22:59:27 GMT -5
"And then I told her, that I could be as boring as Smith Jones…"
Zion sits with his right hand, Sophie Rose, in his office, both wearing matching "Buy Your Way To Gold" Zion t shirts, that's available on the APW shop website for a cool $29.99.
"Sir, are you cocksure, or do you truly believe Smith's title is yours for the taking?"
Zion makes a few keystrokes on his computer and Sophie looks on awaiting a response.
"It's all algorithms, Soph… Smith Jones's career is on life support and he thinks that World title is going to save him? He's a certified placeholder and that's all he'll ever be. He's the guy who wishes he was Jubei, at least that guy knew how to strike fear in the entire organization…"
"Speaking of striking fear, are you aiming to be the successor of that role in Alpha Pro?"
Zion smirks smuggly.
"You really think this company needs another squid eating tyrant?"
Sophie shrugs a bit.
"Here's the thing, Soph… Smith Jones believes he knows the man standing across from him, he thinks he has me all figured out… A curve ball he didn't see coming is, I'm going to pull the typical cinematic villain routine and I'm going to spill the beans about Zion Simmons. I mean, Jazzy John was pretty close in his 'shoot' on me. Zion Simmons is in fact the type of man who will pay his way to the top… Why the hell wouldn't I? I'm Mark Cuban rich and I'm just as much of a shark as he is. I run this business with keystrokes and drones and some of the top minded individuals money can buy. I get a return on my investment and with that I don't have to break my back like the normies of this world. Guys like Smith Jones go to work every day to kill themselves slowly and I go to work every day to BE BETTER than everyone else. It's not being cocksure if I have proven my pedigree already. Witt and agility, that is what got me here… Oh and a good business sense."
Zion smiles at Sophie.
"And with the help of the best right hand that I could ever ask for… Nobody in Alpha Pro Wrestling knows my motives or my angles… They will continue to grasp at straws and I'll continue to buy whatever the hell I want. Irina is a Russian ice Queen, but she knows what kind of man she hired, when she had me put pen to paper. Am I egotistical, damn right I am. Do I deserve to be competing for the World title? Does the Pope watch gay porn? Of course he does, I've read his search history. I'm not going into this match claiming to be the next Jubei Masuda… I'm the guy who bought the entire tag team division and I'm the guy who shot that mad squid eater down. What was Smith Jones doing while I was righting the ship around here? He was basking in the shadows of better men. He let the Hardcore title steal his spotlight and he hasn't said a word about it… What kind of main draw is he? Some face of the company… I mean Forbes magazine named me the most influential voice on the internet last year and all I did was make a couple of videos of me sharing my history of how I got my first million."
Sophie hears her tablet chime and she pulls it out.
"Looks like test subject 13 is going to be ready to go for your match, sir."
"He doesn't run on cocaine does he?"
Zion shudders.
"We don't need another one of those coked up maniacs running around here…"
"No, not at all sir…"
Soph acts too serious for the moment and Zion is a bit put off.
"That was a joke, Soph, I know we can build better zombies than that. Heh, but seriously this Jason Slasher guy isn't still in that mind space of our zombie, is he?"
Sophie looks over her tablet's information.
"Looks like every scan checked out, whatever was human within our test subject is no more… So no, the typical movie mishaps aren't going to happen, if that's what you're thinking."
Zion nods slowly.
"Good, well before we go I gotta order something from Amazon real quick…"
Zion does a couple of keystrokes and then clicks the mouse a few times.
"There… Mark Cuban just got a pallets worth of Spam. Heh."
Sophie rolls her eyes as she stands up.
"You boys and your childish games…"
"He's a fucking loser and no matter how much money he has, he's still a terrible business man."
The two continue talking indistinct chatter as they exit the office, the godlike camera fades out for a second before coming back to life in an all white lab. Test Subject 13 stands in a tube full of green liquid, hosed and wired up. In walks Sophie and Zion.
"As I was saying, Dean Wolf has bodied that poor excuse for a World Champion multiple times and he's probably still wondering why he's not the Main Event at HorrorKore… Smith Jones is dense if he believes his one defense against Zombie McMorris makes him a credible champion…"
"Well sir, Zombie McMorris is a pretty decorated competitor who may be ugly as sin, but brings a certain draw to any company he works for. It is said he is pretty venomous in his tongue, after you decipher most of the shit that comes out of his mouth, anyway… But I'd say it is this Dean Wolf character that we should pay attention to in your training for your match. His hardcore mentality definitely gives him an edge against Smith, as you said has been proven many times."
"Money, Sophie…"
Sophie looks confused.
"Money, sir?"
Zion nods and he approaches the test subject.
"Money they say I the root of all evil and if that's the case, then I am in fact the most evil son of a bitch this company has. I don't to shoot some artistic dribble from a dilapidated house, taking hours to carve a pumpkin for people to hear what I'm trying to convey. I AM BETTER THAN SMITH JONES and it doesn't mean shit that I bought my way into the top tier of Alpha Pro Wrestling. The fans boo me, but they can't say they're not entertained. They can't say they love to hate me. Hell, our magazine subscriptions went up 10 points just by putting those stupid Canadians in it!"
"But are you worried, sir?"
Zion spins around.
"Worried about what, exactly? Smith Jones?"
Sophie clinches her tablet.
"No, I mean the way you're coming across to Alpha Pro Wrestling and its fans? I mean you buried its tag division and you put Masuda Corp under your thumb… Jubei had his own show and you dismissed his entire legacy at the snap of a finger… Are you worried about your image as a tyrannical ass…"
Sophie lowers her voice a bit.
"Hole?"
Zion rolls his eyes and returns his gaze to test subject 13.
"I am what I say I am… As my good friend Eminem would say. Every last one of them can hate me and put me on blast, but they're just lucky I don't buy up the entire place and turn it into a damn circus…"
"Sad thing is, you're serious… We're still working on cleaning up Masuda Corp's offices…"
Zion shrugs.
"What can I say? Siegfried and Roy had a price for those tigers, I paid it and it wasn't hard to turn those offices into a giant cat condo."
"Does it just come easy to you, then?"
"Of course it is and that's the best part… I mean, I attack every situation head on and I always find my way to the top. Nobody gave me credit for making short work of APW's ladder and that jack off, Clearwater said I simply defied the odds to gain the victory…"
Zion looks to Sophie who steps up next to him with test subject 13 floating in front of them.
"I didn't just defy the odds, Soph, I used my witt and agility to gain that victory… Nobody else was going to walk out victorious and having their crosshairs firmly set on Smith Jones, but me. Jazzy John played his last song… Zombie McMorris would rather snort his brains out than battle Smith Jones again… But that's not a boost to Smith Jones's ego at all. Smith Jones is still carrying that World title as a nobody in this company, no matter who he competes with, that's counting myself as well. Smith Jones is every bit vanilla and he has gifted the top spot to Dean Wolf… I know I've asked a thousand times already, but jesus what kind of Champion would just hand their spot over like that?"
Sophie shrugs.
"As you've made perfectly clear, sir, Smith Jones is that type of champion… He's fooling himself if he thinks he's going to bat you away from the one thing you want the most in this company. You are indeed a shark and when you set your mind to something, without fail you are successful, even when the chips are stacked against you. I'm sure that's what Clearwater meant when he said you defied the odds, sir."
Zion runs his hand over the test tube and 13 jolts to life, he presses his hands against the glass.
"Yes, he is AAAAALIVE!!!"
Sophie taps her tablet and 13 is shocked into submission.
"Don't worry sir, he will follow all orders given at the PPV, I promise."
Zion smiles wide.
"I am being so cliche here, showing off my secret weapon, my ace up my sleeve here, but I'm not afraid of Smith Jones. I'm smarter than Smith Jones and I sure as hell know how to make sure ALL EYES are on ME. I am the face this company needs, I mean my success in the business world speaks volumes about that already. That can't be taken away from me and the sooner Smith Jones realizes it, the sooner he'll stop this charade. He is NO CHAMPION and after the buyout, he'll be just another no name being placed in an opener steel cage match like Jobber Dave, Devon Slayton, Bobby Beauregard, and Ultimate Destroyer. Fucking curtain jerker status is in Jones'z future and there's not enough money in the world to solidify a victory for him. He's playing the board game of monopoly and I'M LIVING THE DAMN LIFE."
"We all here at Zion:Imagination are behind you 100 percent sir and when you bring that title home, there will be a party unlike any other. I've heard that a certain Director friend of yours frequents The Viper Room and he knows how to shut the place down, if you know what I mean."
Zion smiles.
"Excellent idea, Sophie, get ahold of Thaddeus and let him know the good news. I mean he may even want to film this momentous occasion, since there's not an inkling chance of doubt in my mind that Smith Jones is going to prove to be a damn choke artist in the presence of someone of a higher class and a higher tier of pure talent than him. He's so caught up on mat wrestling and hardcore shit, that he won't even know what hit him. Zion Simmons is your NEW ALPHA PRO WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!"
Sophie smiles wide.
"That has a brilliant ring to it sir."
Zion nods.
"Yes it most certainly does and the best part is… Smith Jones may listen to everything that I've said this entire time and he still believes he knows everything about me. He still believes he has my number because I let him in… He couldn't be any further from the truth, now can he?"
Sophie shakes her head no.
"A place holder and a common man who kills himself by putting the effort into his work… Pssh, good for him, but I proudly stand by my body of work and it hasn't failed me yet. I AM A SHARK and APW is my waters from here on out. Smith Jones and the rest of the roster need to stay clear, or I'll bury them in the DEEP…"
Zion smiles smugly and Sophie slowly golf claps as the camera fades out.
Zion sits with his right hand, Sophie Rose, in his office, both wearing matching "Buy Your Way To Gold" Zion t shirts, that's available on the APW shop website for a cool $29.99.
"Sir, are you cocksure, or do you truly believe Smith's title is yours for the taking?"
Zion makes a few keystrokes on his computer and Sophie looks on awaiting a response.
"It's all algorithms, Soph… Smith Jones's career is on life support and he thinks that World title is going to save him? He's a certified placeholder and that's all he'll ever be. He's the guy who wishes he was Jubei, at least that guy knew how to strike fear in the entire organization…"
"Speaking of striking fear, are you aiming to be the successor of that role in Alpha Pro?"
Zion smirks smuggly.
"You really think this company needs another squid eating tyrant?"
Sophie shrugs a bit.
"Here's the thing, Soph… Smith Jones believes he knows the man standing across from him, he thinks he has me all figured out… A curve ball he didn't see coming is, I'm going to pull the typical cinematic villain routine and I'm going to spill the beans about Zion Simmons. I mean, Jazzy John was pretty close in his 'shoot' on me. Zion Simmons is in fact the type of man who will pay his way to the top… Why the hell wouldn't I? I'm Mark Cuban rich and I'm just as much of a shark as he is. I run this business with keystrokes and drones and some of the top minded individuals money can buy. I get a return on my investment and with that I don't have to break my back like the normies of this world. Guys like Smith Jones go to work every day to kill themselves slowly and I go to work every day to BE BETTER than everyone else. It's not being cocksure if I have proven my pedigree already. Witt and agility, that is what got me here… Oh and a good business sense."
Zion smiles at Sophie.
"And with the help of the best right hand that I could ever ask for… Nobody in Alpha Pro Wrestling knows my motives or my angles… They will continue to grasp at straws and I'll continue to buy whatever the hell I want. Irina is a Russian ice Queen, but she knows what kind of man she hired, when she had me put pen to paper. Am I egotistical, damn right I am. Do I deserve to be competing for the World title? Does the Pope watch gay porn? Of course he does, I've read his search history. I'm not going into this match claiming to be the next Jubei Masuda… I'm the guy who bought the entire tag team division and I'm the guy who shot that mad squid eater down. What was Smith Jones doing while I was righting the ship around here? He was basking in the shadows of better men. He let the Hardcore title steal his spotlight and he hasn't said a word about it… What kind of main draw is he? Some face of the company… I mean Forbes magazine named me the most influential voice on the internet last year and all I did was make a couple of videos of me sharing my history of how I got my first million."
Sophie hears her tablet chime and she pulls it out.
"Looks like test subject 13 is going to be ready to go for your match, sir."
"He doesn't run on cocaine does he?"
Zion shudders.
"We don't need another one of those coked up maniacs running around here…"
"No, not at all sir…"
Soph acts too serious for the moment and Zion is a bit put off.
"That was a joke, Soph, I know we can build better zombies than that. Heh, but seriously this Jason Slasher guy isn't still in that mind space of our zombie, is he?"
Sophie looks over her tablet's information.
"Looks like every scan checked out, whatever was human within our test subject is no more… So no, the typical movie mishaps aren't going to happen, if that's what you're thinking."
Zion nods slowly.
"Good, well before we go I gotta order something from Amazon real quick…"
Zion does a couple of keystrokes and then clicks the mouse a few times.
"There… Mark Cuban just got a pallets worth of Spam. Heh."
Sophie rolls her eyes as she stands up.
"You boys and your childish games…"
"He's a fucking loser and no matter how much money he has, he's still a terrible business man."
The two continue talking indistinct chatter as they exit the office, the godlike camera fades out for a second before coming back to life in an all white lab. Test Subject 13 stands in a tube full of green liquid, hosed and wired up. In walks Sophie and Zion.
"As I was saying, Dean Wolf has bodied that poor excuse for a World Champion multiple times and he's probably still wondering why he's not the Main Event at HorrorKore… Smith Jones is dense if he believes his one defense against Zombie McMorris makes him a credible champion…"
"Well sir, Zombie McMorris is a pretty decorated competitor who may be ugly as sin, but brings a certain draw to any company he works for. It is said he is pretty venomous in his tongue, after you decipher most of the shit that comes out of his mouth, anyway… But I'd say it is this Dean Wolf character that we should pay attention to in your training for your match. His hardcore mentality definitely gives him an edge against Smith, as you said has been proven many times."
"Money, Sophie…"
Sophie looks confused.
"Money, sir?"
Zion nods and he approaches the test subject.
"Money they say I the root of all evil and if that's the case, then I am in fact the most evil son of a bitch this company has. I don't to shoot some artistic dribble from a dilapidated house, taking hours to carve a pumpkin for people to hear what I'm trying to convey. I AM BETTER THAN SMITH JONES and it doesn't mean shit that I bought my way into the top tier of Alpha Pro Wrestling. The fans boo me, but they can't say they're not entertained. They can't say they love to hate me. Hell, our magazine subscriptions went up 10 points just by putting those stupid Canadians in it!"
"But are you worried, sir?"
Zion spins around.
"Worried about what, exactly? Smith Jones?"
Sophie clinches her tablet.
"No, I mean the way you're coming across to Alpha Pro Wrestling and its fans? I mean you buried its tag division and you put Masuda Corp under your thumb… Jubei had his own show and you dismissed his entire legacy at the snap of a finger… Are you worried about your image as a tyrannical ass…"
Sophie lowers her voice a bit.
"Hole?"
Zion rolls his eyes and returns his gaze to test subject 13.
"I am what I say I am… As my good friend Eminem would say. Every last one of them can hate me and put me on blast, but they're just lucky I don't buy up the entire place and turn it into a damn circus…"
"Sad thing is, you're serious… We're still working on cleaning up Masuda Corp's offices…"
Zion shrugs.
"What can I say? Siegfried and Roy had a price for those tigers, I paid it and it wasn't hard to turn those offices into a giant cat condo."
"Does it just come easy to you, then?"
"Of course it is and that's the best part… I mean, I attack every situation head on and I always find my way to the top. Nobody gave me credit for making short work of APW's ladder and that jack off, Clearwater said I simply defied the odds to gain the victory…"
Zion looks to Sophie who steps up next to him with test subject 13 floating in front of them.
"I didn't just defy the odds, Soph, I used my witt and agility to gain that victory… Nobody else was going to walk out victorious and having their crosshairs firmly set on Smith Jones, but me. Jazzy John played his last song… Zombie McMorris would rather snort his brains out than battle Smith Jones again… But that's not a boost to Smith Jones's ego at all. Smith Jones is still carrying that World title as a nobody in this company, no matter who he competes with, that's counting myself as well. Smith Jones is every bit vanilla and he has gifted the top spot to Dean Wolf… I know I've asked a thousand times already, but jesus what kind of Champion would just hand their spot over like that?"
Sophie shrugs.
"As you've made perfectly clear, sir, Smith Jones is that type of champion… He's fooling himself if he thinks he's going to bat you away from the one thing you want the most in this company. You are indeed a shark and when you set your mind to something, without fail you are successful, even when the chips are stacked against you. I'm sure that's what Clearwater meant when he said you defied the odds, sir."
Zion runs his hand over the test tube and 13 jolts to life, he presses his hands against the glass.
"Yes, he is AAAAALIVE!!!"
Sophie taps her tablet and 13 is shocked into submission.
"Don't worry sir, he will follow all orders given at the PPV, I promise."
Zion smiles wide.
"I am being so cliche here, showing off my secret weapon, my ace up my sleeve here, but I'm not afraid of Smith Jones. I'm smarter than Smith Jones and I sure as hell know how to make sure ALL EYES are on ME. I am the face this company needs, I mean my success in the business world speaks volumes about that already. That can't be taken away from me and the sooner Smith Jones realizes it, the sooner he'll stop this charade. He is NO CHAMPION and after the buyout, he'll be just another no name being placed in an opener steel cage match like Jobber Dave, Devon Slayton, Bobby Beauregard, and Ultimate Destroyer. Fucking curtain jerker status is in Jones'z future and there's not enough money in the world to solidify a victory for him. He's playing the board game of monopoly and I'M LIVING THE DAMN LIFE."
"We all here at Zion:Imagination are behind you 100 percent sir and when you bring that title home, there will be a party unlike any other. I've heard that a certain Director friend of yours frequents The Viper Room and he knows how to shut the place down, if you know what I mean."
Zion smiles.
"Excellent idea, Sophie, get ahold of Thaddeus and let him know the good news. I mean he may even want to film this momentous occasion, since there's not an inkling chance of doubt in my mind that Smith Jones is going to prove to be a damn choke artist in the presence of someone of a higher class and a higher tier of pure talent than him. He's so caught up on mat wrestling and hardcore shit, that he won't even know what hit him. Zion Simmons is your NEW ALPHA PRO WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!"
Sophie smiles wide.
"That has a brilliant ring to it sir."
Zion nods.
"Yes it most certainly does and the best part is… Smith Jones may listen to everything that I've said this entire time and he still believes he knows everything about me. He still believes he has my number because I let him in… He couldn't be any further from the truth, now can he?"
Sophie shakes her head no.
"A place holder and a common man who kills himself by putting the effort into his work… Pssh, good for him, but I proudly stand by my body of work and it hasn't failed me yet. I AM A SHARK and APW is my waters from here on out. Smith Jones and the rest of the roster need to stay clear, or I'll bury them in the DEEP…"
Zion smiles smugly and Sophie slowly golf claps as the camera fades out.
