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Taking Out the Trash
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Topic Started: Feb 4 2016, 11:53 PM (94 Views)
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Agustin Gates
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Feb 4 2016, 11:53 PM
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The first thing everyone seated before a television or computer screen saw was PRW Commissioner Nahiro Koga’s name tag, polished and screwed on the front door of his office. The hallway was mildly silent, with workers occasionally heard walking by hoping the copy machine was functioning correctly, while others were heard answering phone calls either to schedule an event or answer several questions. However, the main focus was the door to the office of the Commissioner. There was a certain eerie aurora radiating off the polished oak wood door, many watching wondering what was taking place on the other side of it. As the camera began to gradually retreat, the hallway nearly becoming entirely silent, the door knob was seen being slowly turned. In the office, a pair of muffled voices were heard communicating with one another. With enough of a safe distance from the door, in case security needed to come to escort the visitor out if a fight broke out, Koga was seen opening the door and halfway stepping out. One by one, giving the Commissioner a death stare as they walked out, all six members of The Armada were seen wearing skimpy bodyguard clothing, each one wearing a pair of black sunglasses and an earpiece in their right ear. In reality, there wasn’t really any need for them to have earpieces, since they’re always standing so close to one another and their employer. Once Aiko was the last maiden to exit the office, The Majestic One Agustin Gates sauntered out of the office with that same irritable and cocky smile on his face. His entire demeanor seemed pleased and excited for some apparent reason, stopping at the doorway as the Commissioner extended his right hand out to him.
Koga: I know I can’t convince you in taking it all back Mister Gates, imaging this whole meeting didn’t take pl-
Agustin: And why would I would do that Sir? When your Majesty sets his mind on something, he plans on seeing it through the end. And this meeting will definitely be seen to the end.
Maintaining his hand extended out, Koga arched his left brow in confusion, making sure that his sigh wasn’t heardable. Meanwhile, Agustin was admiring his overpriced cuffs and gold wrist watch, smoothing two fingers against the surface of the watch in pleasure. He was behaving as if Koga wasn’t important, or that he was simply awaiting him to depart from his side. Standing his ground, Koga maintained a professional and respectful composure, however the way his muscles were tensing up gave everyone watching a sense that his patience was wearing thin.
Koga: Besides that, thank you for approaching me with these ideas, and I can’t wait to see what the fans think of it all. Thank you for dropping by Gates.
With a disgusted look on his face, The Majestic One gradually looked down at Koga’s hand, later meeting his eyes with an ‘Are You Serious’ look. Glancing down at his own hand, wondering what was the problem, Koga checked both the back and front of it as The Majestic One sighed as he back away from him.
Agustin: Boss, you definitely need to work on how to greet, and bid farewell, to your top Benjamin Franklin bringer. It’s already bad enough that you’re allowing Bella’s lapdog to sink my company. But you still don’t know how to greet royalty? Next time I pass by, I’ll get you several fascinating DVDs centered around the medieval times. Ciao.
Relieved to finally be rid of Gates, Koga heaved out a sigh of indignation as he closed the door behind him, probably planning to take a handful of Advils. As the small group of degenerates made their way to the nearby stainless steel elevators, the proudly grinning Prince Charming of PRW being circled around by the intense looking members of his Armada, Stacy Cornbread was seen rushing up to them with a microphone in hand. Immediately jumping on high alert, hearing Stacy calling out their employer by his first name, all six maidens abruptly surrounded her like a pack of wolves. Not having anywhere to run, Stacy simply quivered in fear as the barks continued to sound and seeing her space diminish, deeply questioning her decision in accepting this assignment. As hard as Stacy apologized, being tossed back and forth from Armada member to Armada member similar to a high school bully scene, the intense situation only seemed to get worse by the minute.
PRIMA: What gives you any right to address his Majesty by his first name?!
Aiko: And what are you even here for? An interview?! Just look at you! *flicking Stacy’s hair to one side in utter disgust* Is this even real? Get your bum a-
Agustin: Heel!
Right at the sound of Agustin’s voice, similar to the Red Sea in the Bible, all six members of The Armada parted into two groups, their heads hung as Agustin walked in between them and heading to a shaken up Stacy.
Agustin: Even though I would love nothing more than to see seven women all piled on top of each other, doing the nasty while making this whole hallway be filled with amazing screeches and moans of you know what. However, since we’re a family programming company, I’m going to have to kill my fantasy. Miss Cornbread, please forgive my ladies. They’re simply overprotective of me. I tend to find myself telling them to take a breather, and enjoy a warm bubbling bath with me, but instead of relaxing, they’re always on guard…….when they’re in the tub with me. And they especially don’t appreciate when their King gets addressed by his first name.
Agustin’s entire tone was passive with a hint of an inflated self-pride, shrugging his shoulders as he caught the interviewer off guard with a quick wink. Trying to keep herself from looking the seething women close by in the eyes, Stacy simply took in a deep shaky breath as she occasionally locked eyes with The Majestic One. Wanting herself to not show any sign of weakness, Stacy gradually lifted the microphone up to her lips, ready to finally kick off the interview.
Stacy: Agus-
All of a sudden, a surge of malice was shot up into Stacy’s spine as she caught sight of The Armada grilling her with blood lust, her heart skipping a beat or two fearing she would be mauled right on camera. Gulping down a lump of fear, noticing Gates in the corner of her eye lightly tapping his right index finger against his pants.
Stacy: Y-Your Majesty...
Agustin: MUCH MORE LIKE IT! Now, what is the purpose of your unexpected arrival? Was it to seduce me into a janitor’s closet, and having your way with me? Because if so, I hope you’ve been checked over properly. I’ve heard stories about you, and neither one had you completely clothed. But hey, I’m not judging. Just know I’ve lasted more than-
Stacy: Your Majesty, can I know the reason behind your visit with PRW Commissioner Nahiro Koga?
Cocking his head to the side, befuddled on the question as he took in every inch of Stacy’s figure with multiple glances, Gates snapped back to reality as Stacy quickly waved her hand in his face.
Stacy: Your Majesty, what did you and Nahiro Koga just discuss back there?
Agustin: Oh right. The Koga fellow. Well I was able to get him to agree in booking a match for Blackout. But not any typical match. This match will be a ladder match where my opponent, and rival Alexander Owens, will climb to a single black briefcase hanging high above the air. But what the briefcase will contain? Well that will be announced in the coming weeks. Owens will certainly have his world turned upside down.
Stacy: Anything else?
Chuckling with exuberance at the question, Gates lightly placed his hand against his stomach his other hand shot up, signaling The Armada to remain where they stood.
Agustin: You’re a nosy little freak aren't you Sunny?
Stacy: It’s Stacy.
Agustin: That's what I said. But to the answer of your question, I gave the Commissioner a royal visit because lately I've been highly upset. Since being crowned King of the Internet, I’ve had no competition whatsoever. I defeated JW. I further embarrassed Manik Mercer alongside Marshmallow, and of course the farmer Alexander Owens. And most recently Marcus The Court Jester Levine. PRW’s roster has been drier than the sales of Ace’s merchandise. My fans don't simply want to see me easily take out the trash week in and week out. And I agree with them. However, talent is scarce in this company. Come on! I’m a king, not a drunkard making love to a dusty championship hiding away with a Scottish cow. I’m constantly in the ring, never turning down a challenge.
Stacy: And what were you able to accomplish in the meeting?
Agustin: I was able to at last open the eyes of dear old Commissioner Koga. An esteemed and multi time champion tucked tail, scurrying to safety on his supposed swan song. I aided a cheerleader in becoming a top performer in PRW after a one night stand. Sunny, I’m a man with many talents, a chiseled figure, a perfect face, the tongue of a genius.
In the background, The Armada were seen smiling as they nodded their head in agreement, biting down on the bottom lip at Agustin’s final words.
Agustin: Take your mind out of the gutter Stac. What I'm trying to say is that I was bred for greatness. I deserve everything this world has to provide. But for me to be showered by the riches of this world, I’ve realized that certain things needed to be thrown in the dumpster, like Mister Benjamin.
Stacy: And that would be?
Coolly placing his hands in his pockets, Gates moistened his lips as a sly smile formed on his face.
Agustin: In a matter of days I will personally vacate the Internet Championship. No one is brave enough to challenge me, all fearing suffering my might. And let's get things straight now. The only reason Ata challenged me, besides having a shoulder to cry on after utterly failing to defeat Meiko, she just wants my body before going off and having a make believe Valentines dinner with her clueless husband. I will still be defending MY championship against her next week. But under one condition.
Agustin: Our match will still be a championship bout, with the winner able to achieve victory with either count outs or DQs. However, if she proves yet again she can't get the job done, Koga has allowed me to put together a match that will crown my substitute. And that match will be kept under wraps for now. But do you see Stac? I'm a fighting champion, but since the whole roster is quaking in their boots at my presence, I need to take my game to the next level. I am the most feared Internet Champion PRW has ever seen. I haven't lost a single bout since claiming it. Not only has no one yet to beat me, but the title has left a print on my six pack. That's saying something. I can't hold onto something that's nearly an identical twin as the Cyanide Championship. People are going to say that I’m being foolish for dropping the title when I beat Ata, saying I should die with it. The Internet Championship is like women and gum. Once you've taken out all of the juice, you kick it to the curb and find the next piece to chew on. I'm going into the record books as a fighting champion, ready to go after the big fishes. I don't need the scrap of metal to prove I'm the King of the Internet. I prove that each time I post a single tweet. The championship was never needed. But the X-Division and the Undisputed Championship? Those definitely need to get a majestic holder.
Maintaining a safe distance from Gates and his entourage, Stacy was able to keep up with him as he headed towards the elevator. Rushing to push the down button first, Madison giggled as Gates rubbed the bottom of her chin.
Agustin: If people are too afraid to fight me, then maybe it's time I aid another helpless career. That's my job as a king.
As the elevator finally arrived, Gates and his maidens strolled in, making Stacy feel she wasn't invited to accompany them.
Agustin: I’m walking into next week with the biggest Valentine’s Day gift Ata can ever ask for. Something that will actually give meaning to her life. And once that's out of the way, my true reign will commence. Ladies if you would.
Before the doors shut before Stacy’s face, The Armada in unison hollered with passion and pride "ALL HAIL YOUR MAJESTY AGUSTIN GATES!"
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