Post by Isamu Suzuki on Jul 24, 2011 5:11:15 GMT -5
Allison Detorre - What is that?
Our scene opens on a tanned, well-muscled man sitting behind a large, oak desk. His crimson hair is long enough to drape down in front of his shoulders and down his back as he sits at the desk, hunched over a stack of paperwork. The man we can see looks up from his work, drawing his red button down taut across a broad chest, to see a woman walking up, dressed in a black spandex tank top that matches her hair and blue denim shorts that call on, but don't quite capture the color of her eyes, holding a baby in her arms. Those with a little bit of experience would be able to tell that the child is around a year old, and she is fast asleep in the arms of her mother.
Said mother sees the stack of papers and shakes her head.
Allison Detorre - Babe, you know better. Work stays at work. You need to have time to spend with your daughter, after all.
Kaji Fireson - Well this isn't FCW paperwork, if that helps.
Allison Detorre - No, no it doesn't.
Allison walks over to the desk with her daughter still in tow, peeking over her husband's shoulder to see what he's doing. She can only discern three letters, the three initials in the large logo in the header of the paperwork being completed:
EUW
Allison sees this and shakes her head.
Allison Detorre - You really do want to work yourself into the grave, don't you?
Kaji looks up at her with a sheepish grin on his face.
Kaji Fireson - I'm sorry, but you know I've had the itch for a while now, and I simply refuse to wrestle for a company I also run. The temptation to give myself special privileges is just too great.
Allison Detorre - You could always just retire from professional wrestling.
Kaji Fireson - I think you know that's not going to happen.
Kaji smiles wryly as he turns his attention back to the contract paperwork. After a moment of reviewing it, he looks back up at Allison, whose expression conveys her utter lack of being impressed.
Kaji Fireson - I don't know if it's going to happen this year, ten years from now, thirty years from now, or fifty years from now, but you know as well as I do that I'm going to leave this world the same way I was brought into it, as a part of this business.
Allison Detorre - Have you stopped to think about that lately? I mean, you were brought into this world by two professional wrestlers, but one of them is dead, and the other isn't exactly a saint.
Kaji Fireson - Say what you will about Dad, he brought me into this world.
Allison Detorre - Life, or wrestling?
Kaji smiles up at Allison, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Kaji Fireson - Both.
Allison just rolls her eyes again.
Kaji Fireson - What?
Allison Detorre - I can tell I'm not going to dissuade you from wrestling, so just try not to get yourself killed, huh?
Kaji Fireson - That's the idea, love.
Allison nods a bit, then looks down at the baby in her arms as she starts to stir.
Allison Detorre - Looks like Evelyn's starting to wake up. Better go get her lunch so she doesn't raise too much of a ruckus.
Kaji nods a bit, and Allison backs out of the home office, leaving Kaji to look back down at the paperwork in front of him. He flips through it to the last page, reviews the text quickly, then smiles before grabbing his pen, clicking it open, and signing nice and big on the dotted line. He then flips the contract back closed before looking up at the camera with a smile.
Kaji Fireson - I look forward to doing business with you, EUW.
Kaji grins before stashing the papers away in a nice, basic black leather dossier so he doesn't lose it. He then stashes that in the top drawer of his desk before getting up and leaving the office, presumably to help his wife with their daughter Evelyn. We'll never know for sure, because that's the end of the scene.
Our scene opens on a tanned, well-muscled man sitting behind a large, oak desk. His crimson hair is long enough to drape down in front of his shoulders and down his back as he sits at the desk, hunched over a stack of paperwork. The man we can see looks up from his work, drawing his red button down taut across a broad chest, to see a woman walking up, dressed in a black spandex tank top that matches her hair and blue denim shorts that call on, but don't quite capture the color of her eyes, holding a baby in her arms. Those with a little bit of experience would be able to tell that the child is around a year old, and she is fast asleep in the arms of her mother.
Said mother sees the stack of papers and shakes her head.
Allison Detorre - Babe, you know better. Work stays at work. You need to have time to spend with your daughter, after all.
Kaji Fireson - Well this isn't FCW paperwork, if that helps.
Allison Detorre - No, no it doesn't.
Allison walks over to the desk with her daughter still in tow, peeking over her husband's shoulder to see what he's doing. She can only discern three letters, the three initials in the large logo in the header of the paperwork being completed:
EUW
Allison sees this and shakes her head.
Allison Detorre - You really do want to work yourself into the grave, don't you?
Kaji looks up at her with a sheepish grin on his face.
Kaji Fireson - I'm sorry, but you know I've had the itch for a while now, and I simply refuse to wrestle for a company I also run. The temptation to give myself special privileges is just too great.
Allison Detorre - You could always just retire from professional wrestling.
Kaji Fireson - I think you know that's not going to happen.
Kaji smiles wryly as he turns his attention back to the contract paperwork. After a moment of reviewing it, he looks back up at Allison, whose expression conveys her utter lack of being impressed.
Kaji Fireson - I don't know if it's going to happen this year, ten years from now, thirty years from now, or fifty years from now, but you know as well as I do that I'm going to leave this world the same way I was brought into it, as a part of this business.
Allison Detorre - Have you stopped to think about that lately? I mean, you were brought into this world by two professional wrestlers, but one of them is dead, and the other isn't exactly a saint.
Kaji Fireson - Say what you will about Dad, he brought me into this world.
Allison Detorre - Life, or wrestling?
Kaji smiles up at Allison, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Kaji Fireson - Both.
Allison just rolls her eyes again.
Kaji Fireson - What?
Allison Detorre - I can tell I'm not going to dissuade you from wrestling, so just try not to get yourself killed, huh?
Kaji Fireson - That's the idea, love.
Allison nods a bit, then looks down at the baby in her arms as she starts to stir.
Allison Detorre - Looks like Evelyn's starting to wake up. Better go get her lunch so she doesn't raise too much of a ruckus.
Kaji nods a bit, and Allison backs out of the home office, leaving Kaji to look back down at the paperwork in front of him. He flips through it to the last page, reviews the text quickly, then smiles before grabbing his pen, clicking it open, and signing nice and big on the dotted line. He then flips the contract back closed before looking up at the camera with a smile.
Kaji Fireson - I look forward to doing business with you, EUW.
Kaji grins before stashing the papers away in a nice, basic black leather dossier so he doesn't lose it. He then stashes that in the top drawer of his desk before getting up and leaving the office, presumably to help his wife with their daughter Evelyn. We'll never know for sure, because that's the end of the scene.