Post by The X on Sept 14, 2009 18:48:37 GMT -5
J.J. Hunter opens the door to his office jabbering away to an unknown person on his oh so trendy Bluetooth hands free headset and wearily flips on the lights.
J.J.- …I’m telling you, I just don’t have it in the… uh… can I call you back?
The camera pans over to show The X, in all his glory, sitting behind J.J.’s desk with his feet unceremoniously propped on a stack of papers, smoking as usual and ashing into a conveniently located cup of coffee.
The X- S’bout time you got here Jimmy, The X was starting to suspect foul play.
J.J.- X… what are you doing in my office… in the dark?
The X sighs and slides his feet off the desk, knocking various items onto the floor and looks J.J. up and down.
The X- The X likes the dark, and as for what The X is doing here… Jimmy, we’ve got a serious problem. You’re not holding up your end of the deal, buddy. The X didn’t get you where you are for free, you know? Gotta tell ya Jimmy boy, The X isn’t happy, and when The X isn’t happy people tend to get broken.
J.J. folds his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes, his lips curling into a grimace.
J.J. First of all, you didn’t get me where I am. Second, what “deal”? Third, don’t you EVER threaten meaAAGHH!
The X crosses the room with blinding speed, grabs J.J. by the back of the head and slams his face into the door and then pins the barely standing man to the wall by his throat.
The X- You better choose the next words that come out of your worthless mouth very carefully, boy. Nobody talks to The X like that and gets away with it. Not you, not Kanye West, not even freakin Godzilla, NOBODY! Since you’re too stupid to see reality for what it is, let The X spell it out for you! It wasn’t too long ago that you and your sister were battling for control of the company. Think real hard Jimmy. Whichever of you had The X on their side had the upper hand. It was The X’s brilliance and awe inspiring might that got you that extra one percent! And the deal you seem to have forgotten all about was that The X gets his due! You wanna cross The X?! The X will DESTROY YOU, Jimmy boy! Don’t you EVER get stern with The X! You lick The X’s boots and pray to whatever deity you worship that The X approves!
The eyes begin to roll back into J.J.’s already bleach white face as his quivering lips struggle to speak.
J.J.- …p…p-please…
The X drops J.J. to the ground and watches him crumple into a pathetic mass of limp flesh, gasping for air and coughing uncontrollably.
J.J.- Y-you’re right… you’re right, I’m sorry.
The X- I’m The X. I’m always right.
J.J.- I just… I don’t remember you actually asking for anything…
The X stares at J.J. for a moment and blinks slowly, taking a long drag off his smoke and exhaling heavily.
The X- It’s ok, Jimmy. The X understands that his mere presence can often be a major distraction to those who can’t hope to compare to his greatness, so The X is gonna give you another chance. No hard feelings. You give The X what he wants n we can be friends again. You’d like that, right?
J.J.- Yes, very much. What is it you want from me? The budget is tight but I’m sure I can get you…
The X- Dude… The X doesn’t want freakin money. The X wants respect! Or fear. Whichever. Ultimately they’re similar enough that it doesn’t matter. Fear is actually more fun.
J.J.- Uh.. I don’t… how am I going to… what are you talking about?
The X- Look, Jimmy… The X hears things. These little twerps you’ve got on the roster talk. They talk a LOT. The X isn’t sure if they’re stupid or cocky or if they’ve got a death wish or what, but they’re saying very naughty things about yours truly. That’s gonna stop. Right now. Those pukes will fear The X or The X will end their career’s. Check it out, I made a list.
The X pushes a crumpled Wendy’s napkin into J.J.’s hand and waits impatiently as J.J. reads it.
J.J.- X… some of these people haven’t been on the roster for months.
The X- It’s an old list. What?
J.J.- Well... I can…
The X- Hold that thought, Jimmy.
The X turns an intense glare to the camera man and takes one step towards him, which is all the incentive the camera man needs to kill the feed.
J.J.- …I’m telling you, I just don’t have it in the… uh… can I call you back?
The camera pans over to show The X, in all his glory, sitting behind J.J.’s desk with his feet unceremoniously propped on a stack of papers, smoking as usual and ashing into a conveniently located cup of coffee.
The X- S’bout time you got here Jimmy, The X was starting to suspect foul play.
J.J.- X… what are you doing in my office… in the dark?
The X sighs and slides his feet off the desk, knocking various items onto the floor and looks J.J. up and down.
The X- The X likes the dark, and as for what The X is doing here… Jimmy, we’ve got a serious problem. You’re not holding up your end of the deal, buddy. The X didn’t get you where you are for free, you know? Gotta tell ya Jimmy boy, The X isn’t happy, and when The X isn’t happy people tend to get broken.
J.J. folds his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes, his lips curling into a grimace.
J.J. First of all, you didn’t get me where I am. Second, what “deal”? Third, don’t you EVER threaten meaAAGHH!
The X crosses the room with blinding speed, grabs J.J. by the back of the head and slams his face into the door and then pins the barely standing man to the wall by his throat.
The X- You better choose the next words that come out of your worthless mouth very carefully, boy. Nobody talks to The X like that and gets away with it. Not you, not Kanye West, not even freakin Godzilla, NOBODY! Since you’re too stupid to see reality for what it is, let The X spell it out for you! It wasn’t too long ago that you and your sister were battling for control of the company. Think real hard Jimmy. Whichever of you had The X on their side had the upper hand. It was The X’s brilliance and awe inspiring might that got you that extra one percent! And the deal you seem to have forgotten all about was that The X gets his due! You wanna cross The X?! The X will DESTROY YOU, Jimmy boy! Don’t you EVER get stern with The X! You lick The X’s boots and pray to whatever deity you worship that The X approves!
The eyes begin to roll back into J.J.’s already bleach white face as his quivering lips struggle to speak.
J.J.- …p…p-please…
The X drops J.J. to the ground and watches him crumple into a pathetic mass of limp flesh, gasping for air and coughing uncontrollably.
J.J.- Y-you’re right… you’re right, I’m sorry.
The X- I’m The X. I’m always right.
J.J.- I just… I don’t remember you actually asking for anything…
The X stares at J.J. for a moment and blinks slowly, taking a long drag off his smoke and exhaling heavily.
The X- It’s ok, Jimmy. The X understands that his mere presence can often be a major distraction to those who can’t hope to compare to his greatness, so The X is gonna give you another chance. No hard feelings. You give The X what he wants n we can be friends again. You’d like that, right?
J.J.- Yes, very much. What is it you want from me? The budget is tight but I’m sure I can get you…
The X- Dude… The X doesn’t want freakin money. The X wants respect! Or fear. Whichever. Ultimately they’re similar enough that it doesn’t matter. Fear is actually more fun.
J.J.- Uh.. I don’t… how am I going to… what are you talking about?
The X- Look, Jimmy… The X hears things. These little twerps you’ve got on the roster talk. They talk a LOT. The X isn’t sure if they’re stupid or cocky or if they’ve got a death wish or what, but they’re saying very naughty things about yours truly. That’s gonna stop. Right now. Those pukes will fear The X or The X will end their career’s. Check it out, I made a list.
The X pushes a crumpled Wendy’s napkin into J.J.’s hand and waits impatiently as J.J. reads it.
J.J.- X… some of these people haven’t been on the roster for months.
The X- It’s an old list. What?
J.J.- Well... I can…
The X- Hold that thought, Jimmy.
The X turns an intense glare to the camera man and takes one step towards him, which is all the incentive the camera man needs to kill the feed.