Hamid's office.. That seems to be the setting. A pretty festive season has come about and its not even far from over yet. We could see the sole 'authority figure' in Hamid Ismaili sitting behind his desk working through whatever paperwork may be apparent. Catching his attention was his door being opened which left off a bit of a creek -- Just enough to alert someone. Looking up Ismaili saw standing in his doorway was The Prodigal Son and from the sound of things; The fans were quick to throw the hate on him. The loathing that erupted from the crowd echoed all the way to the back and caused that million dollar smirk to cross Jake's face. Luckily for him, that didn't phase him and instead of paying any mind he continued his path into the office. Ismaili wrapped up whatever signatures he was setting down and looked up with a half-hearted grin to welcome Jake into his office.
Hamid: What can I do for you Jacob?
Jacob: I think its about time we sat down and had a discussion regarding my contract.
Hamid: Well.. What exactly did you have in mind?
One thing Hamid failed to do from the start was take control of the situation. You can't give Jake an inch - He'll take a mile.
Jacob: Seeing as you're wanting me to sign an exclusive contract for the W2K.. There's a few things that I need to know I'm going to get. For starters, I'm not gonna take the second-class treatment. You know as well as I do that my name causes riots alone, so you can't play hardball there. I'm not asking for millions of dollars.. I'm not even asking for thousands of dollars. Money is no object to me.. I think I've got more in my wallet now than the entire salary cap for the W2K.
Brushing his beard, Hamid seemed intrigued by Jake's 'opening wants.' It wasn't everyday that he dealt with someone that wasn't interested in money. Money seemed to be the root of all in this business.. But that was never an issue with The Prodigal Son. He was a guy that always had his pocket full of $20s.
Hamid: Then what are you wanting?
Leaning forward while cocking his head back a bit -- That sly, witty smirk crossed Jake's face again as he held his arms out lightly and shrugged.
Jacob: What everyone that came back to the W2K has been asking for. That one thing that I've been cheated out of time.. And time again.
Hamid: A W2K Title shot?
Another smirk and very light nod confirmed Hamid's assumption.
Jacob: You got that right.
Hamid: I can't just hand out title shots that's not what I'm about. The W2K is more than just another quick rise to fame promotion that makes its dollars promoting low-term talent with huge sized egos, Jacob. The W2K has a rich history much like that of my people.
Jake made a face.. He wasn't interested in a history lesson from Hamid. He graduated from High School and knew all of that about the Middle-Eastern people.
Jacob: I didn't want to do this Hamid.. But you're forcing my hand. I'm not here to play kid games with you. My time is valueable and.. Well, I'm not wasting it here trying to work out a..
Cue quotation fingers.
Jacob: 'Fair compromise..'
End'em.
Jacob: With you. You asked me what I wanted and I told you.. But you seem to have a problem understanding where I'm coming from. So.. Because you want to up the ante and change the game from regulation to streetball rules.. I've thought ahead and reached out to a third-party. I didn't just talk to someone that was looking to get paid, I talked to someone with a total disgust not for you, for your people and for what you represent, but a person that's.. Probably a bit more of a hardass than I am. Hamid.. Meet my agent.. The man that'll be conducting and handleing all negotiatons with you regarding my contract.. One, Loren Gabriel.
Stepping into the doorway sporting a pretty snazzy suit was a taller.. Pretty tanned guy pushing 40 but looked no older than a day over 35 in Loren Gabriel. He had his medium length brownish black hair pulled behind his ears and from the look on his stubbled filled face -- He was just that of what Jake made him out to be. Of course he flashed a 'You're gonna lose' type of smile which was complimented on dimples on each side of his face that got him nearly every woman he's ever encountered. In his right hand he clutched a stainless steel briefcase which probably held all information regarding Jake's contractual wants and whatnot. Moving towards the desk, he first shook Jake's hand and nodded at him before changing his attention off to Hamid who could only look on. Loren's face.. The expression he proudly wore was mocking Hamid, almost telling him that he couldn't do anything besides agree.. Because, well.. Loren believed that Americans were always right and that was that. Placing the briefcase up on the desk infront of him, Loren's eyes moved over towards the three slots before him built into the breifcase. Changing the sliding slots to the appropriate numbers, the briefcase snapped lightly before opened up.
Loren: Listen here Abdul-
Hamid: -Hamid.
Loren: Al-Jazeera.. Whatever, I'm not here to toy with you and make it seem like its okay to give Jake the shaft. This kid is talented and he'll make you money. But because you wanna play hardball, you made him think outside the box and now you've got me to deal with.
If you thought Jake had a cocky smirk -- You're gonna hate Loren's. Keeping that smirk on for a few, Jake pushed himself up and chuckled lightly.
Jacob: I think I'll leave you two alone seeing as you've got some.. Demands to fill, Hamid. The longer you want to play, the longer W2K is gonna suffer. I'm only part of this place part-time getting paid per apperance, remember that. I have no legal-bind saying I gotta show up or wrestling everytime the W2K decides to have a show. I suggest you agree with what me and Loren came up with as far as getting me to sign an exclusive contract go. The faster you agree -- The faster W2K retakes its rightful place at the top. The ball is in your court now -- Are you gonna watch it roll past you or are you gonna pick it up and play? Its all up to you.
On that note, Jake shrugged before tapping the left side of his temple at Hamid. Moving out of the office, Loren kicked himself back in his chair and placed his feet up on Hamid's desk.
Loren: Lets make this fast Ali, I've got places to go and people to see.
That brought forth a sigh from Hamid as he was stuck between a rock and a hardplace. He infact wanted to get the exclusive rights to Jake's contract, but he was never one to want to give handouts rather than make someone work for whatever it is that they're asking for. This could definitely get interesting so make sure you keep tuned to RAGE to see whatelse could break from this situation.. Or just from the W2K in general.
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