Post by ZƎRO on Oct 9, 2016 14:46:48 GMT
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“I did what I needed to do. I did what you told me you were going to do, but failed.” that was ZERO. The masked fighter stood in front of Miles Larsen who sat behind his desk. His leg still heavily casted from the assault on him weeks prior from Shawn and Bryce. Miles’ brows were furrowed in frustration. One, he wanted to be there at the last Vendetta when ZERO and Issak battled, and he was frustrated at how ZERO displayed himself.
“ZERO, we had a plan. The match was supposed to be tasteful to boost not only your stock, but Issak’s as well. You two were supposed to eliminate Bryce Albright first and then compete like gentlemen in this match. Not introduce thumbtacks and such into the match, and especially not to turn it into an effing brawl! This is not what I brought you here for.” Miles retaliated at his client. ZERO’s arms hung loosely at his side and he remained motionless.
“You and Issak are a team, do you understand me, so you need to act as such. Last week you went out there purely for your own benefit and that isn’t how Larsen International operates, ZERO.” Miles shifted in his chair, clicking at something on his laptop. “So at the next Vendetta you will have a chance to redeem yourself in standing with the rest of Larsen International. You and Issak have been placed into a tag team match against…” pause as he looked, “Bryce Albright and Arianny Bla--DeLise.”
Both names struck a chord with ZERO. Bryce for obvious reasons. And while he didn’t necessarily hate Arianny, she was the reason he found himself in this position. His hands balled into tight fists. “There’s no special stipulations like the main event mess, but this is still a big match for Larsen International, and you -” Miles’ eyes shot back to ZERO. “- will need to play ball for our team this week. We can put a nail in the coffin that symbolizes the charade of a career that miss DeLise carries on with, and Bryce Albright will finally get the beating that he deserves to have. Courtesy of Issak and ZERO.”
“This is bigger than your little rivalry with Bryce. Forget your mask for a second, ZERO. He’s attacked the entire Larsen team - namely me. I don’t understand. Issak is a hundred percent on board with getting revenge but you? You have your own plans for everything. I’m telling you right now to stick to my plan and you will be fine. You two need to work together because as a team you are technically superior than them. Sure Bryce is a machine but Arianny brings him down in that respect. They’re both quicker and stronger than you and Issak, but as I tell you every match - your submission work is leaps and bounds better. Use it to your advantage. Wear them down because from what I’ve noted - neither Arianny or Bryce have the endurance to run with you or Issak.”
He looked up at ZERO. “Do you understand why I’m stressing that you work as a team this week? I will talk to Issak and I am almost certain he is willing to put the happenings of the last Vendetta behind him for the greater good. Are you willing to work with him in order to do this? Working together as a team is a surefire way to beat Ari and Bryce, I guarantee that.”
ZERO moved to the desk, placing his hands down flat on the wooden surface. His eyes peered into Miles’. “I’m going to do what I need to do in order to secure the win, Miles. You don’t have to worry about me not being a team with Issak. But what about you?” His question wasn’t of a sincere nature, it had a bit of a bite to it. “What do you mean?” Miles replied.
“Are you going to play for the Larsen International - work for the greater good, or are you going to screw it up for your clients again?” Miles' eyes narrowed on ZERO above him. “Stay away from the Arena. And try not to fuck anyone else that will hinder my career.”
ZERO said before he turned around and exited Miles' office. Miles didn't know how to reply to that. He slammed his laptop closed and that was the end.
