Post by ZƎRO on Sept 11, 2016 23:50:24 GMT
LARSEN INTERNATIONAL CO.
“Are you okay, Miles?” Lauren asked, days after the malicious beating he took at the hands of Bryce Albright. Miles stepped up to volunteer for the match due to ZERO’s absence and - of course - was utterly decimated. It would have been worse had ZERO not arrived to drive the Absolute Champion away.
Every member of team “Larsen International Co.” sits in the L.I.C. facility in Pasadena, California. Miles looks a little worse for wear, moving gingerly as he shifts in his seat, still feeling the effects of the numerous suplexes he was on the receiving end of. Lauren sits directly beside him, carefully watching her boss and mentor’s every move. Issak Otto and ZERO both sit on the opposite side of the room. Issak wearing an attire suitable for a workout and ZERO, of course, wears his mask. A new one. Red and black designed.
“Oh yes, Lauren, I’ll be fine. Just some pain now and again, it’ll pass.” He replied then would look up to ZERO. “Thank you for coming down to my aide. It would have been even more appreciated had you shown up for the match - but you have your reasons.”
ZERO would nod his head, remaining silent as he always does. “But it is a good thing you are back because I have some news for you. For the both of you, actually.” Miles said, wincing as he moved to fetch his cup of tea he had sitting on his desk. After taking a small sip, he would continue. “I’ve been contacted by the RSW and you both have been put in matches this week.” Turning to Issak “You see, my boy, I told you that I would get you into a match this week.” He smiled and turned to face everyone again.
“You both have been selected to participate in matches to determine a number one contender for the Absolute Championship. There’s a very real chance that the number one contendership match will be fully represented by the Larsen International Co. if you both play your cards right.” Another sip of his tea. “As odd as it sounds, Issak you’re against a young lady named Zerotine. You should maybe go and begin preparing. I’ll be out soon to talk strategies with you.”
Issak would nod and take his leave. After the office door was closed, Miles turned directly to ZERO. “Listen, ZERO, the fact that you’re in this pre-match to determine a number one contender is absolute garbage. You have more than earned your stripes in this company and I will admit that the reason you’re in the match is my doing. You’re being punished for my actions, and I want to apologize to you for that. Shawn DeLise is trying to throw any wrench he can possibly throw into our plan on establishing you as a premiere athlete on this roster. He’s going to try and keep you down. What is one way to overcome this? By defeating every opponent he throws in your direction. Starting with Bear Reynolds.”
“He is your stepping stone to Bryce Albright, and if you look at the two of them - they are nearly identical. Both are highly, highly trained technical athletes. Probably tied as the best in the company. Bryce is a little quicker and Bear is a little more skilled when it comes to the art of submission work - but the comparisons are breathtaking, they really are.” Wincing as he leaned forward in his seat, eyes focused on ZERO. “Do you see what I’m getting at? If you beat Bear Reynolds at Vendetta, ZERO, you will ultimately beat Bryce Albright. They are one in the same. And because of that, they have the same weaknesses. Weaknesses you can exploit. Your strikes put Bryce on his ass last week at Vendetta, we both know that. You can rip and tear limbs from their sockets. Do that. You showed that killer instinct when you broke Dallas Blake’s arm in the middle of the ring. Do that again, ZERO, and you will be unstoppable. Bear Reynolds doesn't stand a chance and Bryce Albright won't stand a chance when you get your inevitable chance at him.”
ZERO stood up from his seat and walked out of the office leaving Miles and Lauren alone. Miles looked to his assistant with a smile. “The Larsen International Co. is officially on the map, Lauren.”
