Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2019 10:43:53 GMT -8
"The Dark Circle Chapter 0: Sympathy for the Devil"
<Please allow me to introduce myself>
<I'm a man of wealth and taste>
<I've been around for a long, long year>
<Stole many man's soul to waste>
In the hallway outside of the main suits of the Omni Providence Hotel in Providence Rhode Island, a well dressed young man in a very respectable suit strides down the hallway with a cup of Starbucks in his right hand, hearing the faint strains of Mick Jagger's voice coming from one of the last occupied major suite rooms on the floor.
Reaching Suite 1, room 408-the young man knocks on the door for a moment before opening it to enter. Seeing one man hanging out in the room with a muscular yet defined and toned back facing him as he works to slip on a black shirt as Jagger's voice continues. "What's up, Ben?" the other man asked with a curious glance.
"I just heard from the front office of New Frontier Wrestling, they have accepted the final bit of the contracts and have asked for us to swing by the Donkin Donuts Center tonight to get them signed." Ben explained before taking a sip of his coffee.
Wil Pierce, the slightly "infamous" half of the Dark Circle, couldn't help but smile as he'd been waiting for this bit of good news. "Killer. I don't know if we'll be able to do a segment for them or not since I still haven't heard back from that one beautiful person... but it's cool. You told Jake yet?"
Ben shook his head, "Nope, your room was first." he admitted.
"Alrighty then, lead on then McGruff!" was the only thing that Wil said.
The two men left the room and went over to room 410 and knocked before they entered, Ben having a room key for both of his team's members, and then quietly slipped inside to find the other half of the Dark Circle, Jacob Striker, sitting in a chair facing the TV in the room with a controller in his hands as he quickly was trying to beat an opponent on the screen in Street Fighter V Arcade Edition as his favorite fighter-Cody Travers-against someone who was as skilled if not more so than Jake with Juri Han.
"You're not going to beat...GRRRR..." Jake growled as he quickly slammed his powerful fingers across his controller, quickly landing one impressive strike after another onto his opponent as he quickly got ready to set up for his V-Trigger when suddenly...
"SORA SORA SORA!!!"
"GOD DAMN IT!!!" Jake suddenly snarled as he tossed the controller onto the table in front of him in sheer frustration as the video game character said in return;
"We're just gettin' started! Time to really turn up the heat!"
"Yeah, I'm still here...I can hear you still snickering, little miss." Jake said into his gaming headphones' mic before finally noticing Wil and Ben. "And you'll have to excuse me but I need to head off and see what my people need, toss me a rematch later?"
Jake couldn't help but smile at the comment, even though he had lost to someone ... there was still something cool in the voice. "Alright. Catch you later, Miss Cage." he said before shutting down his system and looking over at his two friends before catching a look on Wil's face and saying "Don't you fucking say anything."
Wil simply held up his hands, "I have no concept of what you're thinking I'd say."
But Jake was having none of it, "You damn well know *EXACTLY* what I'm talking about." he quipped back as he stretched for a moment. "So what's up?"
"NFW approved of the final contracts and wants the two of you to go and sign them." he explained, his faced a studied example of calm.
Jake nodded, "Cool, lemme grab my phone and wallet." he said before doing just that but right as he headed for his room's door, the invertible finally happened;
A short while later at the Dunkin Donuts Center, Wil and Jacob along with Ben were walking through the arena and even did a quick promo photo shoot for the company while Ben stood off to one side and quickly checking on some items on his phone when suddenly..
"Um..Mister Stone?"
Ben jerked his head up, looked around for a moment before the NFW photographer, a rather confused and slightly weasely looking man named "Vern", had his camera at the ready as he motioned at Ben. "Yes?" Ben asked, trying to hide how confused he was.
"I was wondering if you wanted a promo shot to, sir." Verne explained.
"...but I'm not on the roster?" was Ben's retorted simply.
"Still, that might change during your team's tenure." Verne offered up and such a simple answer made sense to Ben.
A couple of minutes later, Ben couldn't help but nod in satisfaction at the sight of his own NFW profile shot as the trio went about their way, Wil still giving Jake hell about his love life... or more so to the lack OF said creature while Ben simply smiled and shook his head as he listened to his two friends and charges banter back and forth when suddenly a specific noise hit the AirPods in his right ear at which point he quickly whipped out his iPhone to look at the screen.
Right there was a simple message that read:
<I'm a man of wealth and taste>
<I've been around for a long, long year>
<Stole many man's soul to waste>
In the hallway outside of the main suits of the Omni Providence Hotel in Providence Rhode Island, a well dressed young man in a very respectable suit strides down the hallway with a cup of Starbucks in his right hand, hearing the faint strains of Mick Jagger's voice coming from one of the last occupied major suite rooms on the floor.
Reaching Suite 1, room 408-the young man knocks on the door for a moment before opening it to enter. Seeing one man hanging out in the room with a muscular yet defined and toned back facing him as he works to slip on a black shirt as Jagger's voice continues. "What's up, Ben?" the other man asked with a curious glance.
"I just heard from the front office of New Frontier Wrestling, they have accepted the final bit of the contracts and have asked for us to swing by the Donkin Donuts Center tonight to get them signed." Ben explained before taking a sip of his coffee.
Wil Pierce, the slightly "infamous" half of the Dark Circle, couldn't help but smile as he'd been waiting for this bit of good news. "Killer. I don't know if we'll be able to do a segment for them or not since I still haven't heard back from that one beautiful person... but it's cool. You told Jake yet?"
Ben shook his head, "Nope, your room was first." he admitted.
"Alrighty then, lead on then McGruff!" was the only thing that Wil said.
The two men left the room and went over to room 410 and knocked before they entered, Ben having a room key for both of his team's members, and then quietly slipped inside to find the other half of the Dark Circle, Jacob Striker, sitting in a chair facing the TV in the room with a controller in his hands as he quickly was trying to beat an opponent on the screen in Street Fighter V Arcade Edition as his favorite fighter-Cody Travers-against someone who was as skilled if not more so than Jake with Juri Han.
"You're not going to beat...GRRRR..." Jake growled as he quickly slammed his powerful fingers across his controller, quickly landing one impressive strike after another onto his opponent as he quickly got ready to set up for his V-Trigger when suddenly...
"SORA SORA SORA!!!"
"GOD DAMN IT!!!" Jake suddenly snarled as he tossed the controller onto the table in front of him in sheer frustration as the video game character said in return;
"We're just gettin' started! Time to really turn up the heat!"
"Yeah, I'm still here...I can hear you still snickering, little miss." Jake said into his gaming headphones' mic before finally noticing Wil and Ben. "And you'll have to excuse me but I need to head off and see what my people need, toss me a rematch later?"
Jake couldn't help but smile at the comment, even though he had lost to someone ... there was still something cool in the voice. "Alright. Catch you later, Miss Cage." he said before shutting down his system and looking over at his two friends before catching a look on Wil's face and saying "Don't you fucking say anything."
Wil simply held up his hands, "I have no concept of what you're thinking I'd say."
But Jake was having none of it, "You damn well know *EXACTLY* what I'm talking about." he quipped back as he stretched for a moment. "So what's up?"
"NFW approved of the final contracts and wants the two of you to go and sign them." he explained, his faced a studied example of calm.
Jake nodded, "Cool, lemme grab my phone and wallet." he said before doing just that but right as he headed for his room's door, the invertible finally happened;
"Just saying that if she's going to kick your ass that badly to give you that kind of smile... might as well ask her out!" Wil quipped which caused the other wrestler to let out a long suffering sigh as Ben and Wil secretly did a fist bump behind the third man's back.
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A short while later at the Dunkin Donuts Center, Wil and Jacob along with Ben were walking through the arena and even did a quick promo photo shoot for the company while Ben stood off to one side and quickly checking on some items on his phone when suddenly..
"Um..Mister Stone?"
Ben jerked his head up, looked around for a moment before the NFW photographer, a rather confused and slightly weasely looking man named "Vern", had his camera at the ready as he motioned at Ben. "Yes?" Ben asked, trying to hide how confused he was.
"I was wondering if you wanted a promo shot to, sir." Verne explained.
"...but I'm not on the roster?" was Ben's retorted simply.
"Still, that might change during your team's tenure." Verne offered up and such a simple answer made sense to Ben.
"Alright, what do I need to do?" he asked before Verne motioned for him to stand in front of a particular painting.
A couple of minutes later, Ben couldn't help but nod in satisfaction at the sight of his own NFW profile shot as the trio went about their way, Wil still giving Jake hell about his love life... or more so to the lack OF said creature while Ben simply smiled and shook his head as he listened to his two friends and charges banter back and forth when suddenly a specific noise hit the AirPods in his right ear at which point he quickly whipped out his iPhone to look at the screen.
Right there was a simple message that read:
Concerning Option C,They're ready, make arrangements.
Ben quickly sent an acknowledgement that he got the text before quickly swiping it away and trying to not look suspicious as he quickly catches up with his team.
"So..I've been doing some thinking.." Wil started to say.
"You think?" Jacob counters with a smirk.
"...that for our debut, we have a special valet. You know, kind of the "Beauty of the Dark Circle?" he finishes, adding air quotes where he thought was approate.
Ben slowly nodded in agreement as did Jacob, "That could work, Wil. Have anyone already in mind for the job?"
"Jetty Florez." was Wil's quick response, almost like he had the perfect person in mind when he started this train of conversation.
"Jetty... I can see that." Jacob replied with a nod of his head. "Might help her by giving her some on the job training like this."
Ben couldn't help but have the rest of the conversation slightly fade away as his mind went back to the text message.
"...that for our debut, we have a special valet. You know, kind of the "Beauty of the Dark Circle?" he finishes, adding air quotes where he thought was approate.
Ben slowly nodded in agreement as did Jacob, "That could work, Wil. Have anyone already in mind for the job?"
"Jetty Florez." was Wil's quick response, almost like he had the perfect person in mind when he started this train of conversation.
"Jetty... I can see that." Jacob replied with a nod of his head. "Might help her by giving her some on the job training like this."
Ben couldn't help but have the rest of the conversation slightly fade away as his mind went back to the text message.
<TBC>
