Post by ttt on Aug 4, 2007 20:16:40 GMT -5
One Penn Plaza. The corporate HQ of the XWA, and the next stop for Tommy Tate. He sent in an application late last month and finally got correspondence from office of the President herself to meet for an interview.
He arrived at the building about 15 or so minutes early to take in the sights and get a feel for how things worked. Pretty tightly wound scene it was. People doing what they came in to do, what they were hired to do. Tommy makes his way to the receptionist to make himself known.
Hello ma'am, I'm here for a scheduled interview with Carmella Blackheart...name's Tate. Tommy Tate.
"Ah yes, you're here a bit early but I'll let Ms. Blackheart know your here."
She sends a page to Carmella's office, but there's no answer.
"Wow...um, it appears she's actually not in her office at the moment. Strange...she's always there at this time of day, maybe she stepped out."
Can't be too bad, I can wait.
He smiles as he turns his attention back to the lobby itself. The typical hustle and bustle is broken up suddenly as some dude steps into the building making a scene.
So this is the big leagues, huh? This the XWFucking A!!?? Well now this place is going to really be Xtraordinary with me around! Hey!!! Somebody get that hot bitch Carmella Blackheart down here with a contract so I can sign and proceed to beat the living hell out of anyone who wants to step up!
As he continues his outburst, some well to do employee tries to tone him down...
"Um...sir, I think you need to calm it down just a bit. This is a well respected business here and you should show some..."
SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!!!
This dude then proceeds to shove the worker down!
Do you know who the fuck I am? I'm a goddamn ICON in this business! I've got so much money that I could buy this place out and take it the fuck over, you hear me? I'm the man who is going to make this dump worth watching, you hear me? The SAVIOR of the XWA, bitches!!! The SAAAAAVVVVIOOOOR!!!
Goddammit, that's about all I can take from this asshole...
Tommy steps away from the receptionist desk and slowly makes his way to the area of the lobby where this "prospect" is, continuing his gloating and howling...
I don't have all fuckin' day here! Somebody better get that redhead bitch down here or I'm gonna get my girl to slam her on her head 10,000 times then come up there with my boys and run a train on her ass before we run her out of this...
The ranting is suddenly stopped short by fairly large and fairly pissed off Black male who proceed to make his best impression of the late, great Reggie White.
One bone jarring Pounce sends the dude careening through the air and then crashing into that shining linoleum floor.
BAM ASSHOLE!!! Who the hell do you think you is coming in here and talking yo smack? You think you can bring that weak ass 'I'm the best thing in this business' garbage in this humpty dumpty? Had a big wall and took a big damn fall just like yo ass did right now, and if you don't shut the hell up ain't NOBODY gonna be able to put yo monkey ass together again! Matter of fact...
Tommy then proceed to pick the dude up in a military press and kindly, gently toss ass as through a window and back out onto the street. Every one in the lobby cringes and gasps in shock and awe at the aggression.
You need to take yo ass on back to whatever backyard promotion you came from and stay yo ass there, cuz you ain't never stepping into this bitch as long as the "T-Train" Triple T is stomping this ground! WOOOH!!!
After that little spat...he makes his way back to the reception desk and smiles at the lady behind it.
Has she come around yet? ^__^
He arrived at the building about 15 or so minutes early to take in the sights and get a feel for how things worked. Pretty tightly wound scene it was. People doing what they came in to do, what they were hired to do. Tommy makes his way to the receptionist to make himself known.
Hello ma'am, I'm here for a scheduled interview with Carmella Blackheart...name's Tate. Tommy Tate.
"Ah yes, you're here a bit early but I'll let Ms. Blackheart know your here."
She sends a page to Carmella's office, but there's no answer.
"Wow...um, it appears she's actually not in her office at the moment. Strange...she's always there at this time of day, maybe she stepped out."
Can't be too bad, I can wait.
He smiles as he turns his attention back to the lobby itself. The typical hustle and bustle is broken up suddenly as some dude steps into the building making a scene.
So this is the big leagues, huh? This the XWFucking A!!?? Well now this place is going to really be Xtraordinary with me around! Hey!!! Somebody get that hot bitch Carmella Blackheart down here with a contract so I can sign and proceed to beat the living hell out of anyone who wants to step up!
As he continues his outburst, some well to do employee tries to tone him down...
"Um...sir, I think you need to calm it down just a bit. This is a well respected business here and you should show some..."
SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!!!
This dude then proceeds to shove the worker down!
Do you know who the fuck I am? I'm a goddamn ICON in this business! I've got so much money that I could buy this place out and take it the fuck over, you hear me? I'm the man who is going to make this dump worth watching, you hear me? The SAVIOR of the XWA, bitches!!! The SAAAAAVVVVIOOOOR!!!
Goddammit, that's about all I can take from this asshole...
Tommy steps away from the receptionist desk and slowly makes his way to the area of the lobby where this "prospect" is, continuing his gloating and howling...
I don't have all fuckin' day here! Somebody better get that redhead bitch down here or I'm gonna get my girl to slam her on her head 10,000 times then come up there with my boys and run a train on her ass before we run her out of this...
The ranting is suddenly stopped short by fairly large and fairly pissed off Black male who proceed to make his best impression of the late, great Reggie White.
One bone jarring Pounce sends the dude careening through the air and then crashing into that shining linoleum floor.
BAM ASSHOLE!!! Who the hell do you think you is coming in here and talking yo smack? You think you can bring that weak ass 'I'm the best thing in this business' garbage in this humpty dumpty? Had a big wall and took a big damn fall just like yo ass did right now, and if you don't shut the hell up ain't NOBODY gonna be able to put yo monkey ass together again! Matter of fact...
Tommy then proceed to pick the dude up in a military press and kindly, gently toss ass as through a window and back out onto the street. Every one in the lobby cringes and gasps in shock and awe at the aggression.
You need to take yo ass on back to whatever backyard promotion you came from and stay yo ass there, cuz you ain't never stepping into this bitch as long as the "T-Train" Triple T is stomping this ground! WOOOH!!!
After that little spat...he makes his way back to the reception desk and smiles at the lady behind it.
Has she come around yet? ^__^
