Post by arkiafisk on Aug 22, 2015 23:07:59 GMT -4
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Jones' Compound
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
"Okay I hear you but you have yet to make a point..." Arkia's voice is heard through the entire floor. Well known for her volume she holds her phone to her ear sitting within her home office. She's been dealing with business most of the morning when she had intention to go to the gym in the basement of the home and work on her trade. Rolling her eyes she listens to the voice on the other side of the convo before spinning slightly in her leather chair behind her classic oakwood desk. Her facial expression alone lets you know this is far from what she wanted to deal with at this time but that's the thing with ownership, business calls and it seems to always call at the worse times.
"No, that's not what I said and if I have people in my employ that cannot follow simple instructions maybe I should look into cleaning house." The threat was clear as Arkia started to bite along the side of her lower lip. One of the many indications her patience is coming to a swift end. Looking at the screen of her laptop she strokes a few keys before pausing and looking at the screen again. Pointing to the screen she replies to the muffled voice again. "No...no see because even if they are more than halfway done I want quality on that field. What happens in the colder months when players begin to slip and slide all over the place? What happens if an injury comes by one of my players because I'm not giving the best? I don't own the Miami Storm or the Dallas Stars...I own the Chicago Harriers. Climate, windy...messy...terrible. I want the best turf on that ground. Grass is asking for problems NOT TO MENTION, there are instructions I gave before getting on any private jet leaving from O'Hare to my home. SO, I will ask you again WHY IN THE FUCK ARE IDIOTS HALFWAY DONE PUTTING GRASS ON MY DAMN FIELD?!?" Arkia Fisk-Jones turns her volume to max yelling through her phone and losing all of the business decorum she learned throughout her years from high school and college to today. In the last few months she's processed the funds necessary to own a new football team in a new headlining football league, High Risk. The Chicago Harriers her newest investment in a lineup of many business ventures she's already receiving profit from. This one being the most challenging as of late as many the i's are still being dotted while all the t's have been crossed.
"Look either you get down there and alert them of what I want done correctly or you consider your next paycheck your last!!" Arkia keeps the volume going spitting fire into the phone. "I see the cost right here and in the long run it's more cost effective. WOULD BE MORE FUCKING COST EFFECTIVE IF YOU ALL KNEW THE MEANING OF COMMUNICATION!!" Arkia barks throwing her free arm in the air completely shocked that this conversation is even happening. She's so caught in her yelling instructions she doesn't notice her husband Tj Jones walking past the open door of her office. He's dressed in some of his old wrestling gear as he watches his wife explode on the phone. He looks her way vying for her attention but Arkia's face is glued to the screen in front of her.
"Pssstt.." Tj whispers quietly finally causing Arkia to look up and notice him. He lightly presses his index finger to his lips signaling to her the volume of her voice. Arkia gets the point nodding in return before looking back at the computer screen. She consciously takes note of her tone lowering it.
"Jake, if I don't see turf on that ground by the time I fly in this weekend there will be sooooo many problems on every single employee in that building. Do you understand me?" Arkia looks up to the sky almost asking God for his immediate grace before she quickly whips back. "DO YOU THINK I..." Arkia immediately checks her volume before Tj can say anything to it. "Sorry." She mouths out to Tj before pointing at the door. Tj immediately reads her mind and in seconds closes the door walking back toward the middle of the office. "I am aware of the financial side of the move as I said before it will be more cost effective." She pauses and listens. "Yes, I do know they will be looking for payment for the work they've done already I would too." Another throw of the free hand in the air. "I bought this team with my money. I have covered the first checks given to each of you with MY money. Trust me I am aware of the cost I have it on my laptop screen right now." She shakes her head before answering the muffled voice. "Then I will pay the difference. It's not rocket science. Jake get down there now before I fucking fire you. Be the quickest month you've ever had at a job and you don't even do anything! Yes...yes if they have any questions have them call me. Jake another blunder like this and I'm taking the 'difference' off your paycheck. Yes, thank you."
Arkia ends the calls and hammers the phone down on her desk. Not enough to break it but enough to know she was peeved. Tj looks on almost humored but didn't want to play into that due to his wife's obvious attitude. Arkia massages her temples as she breathes out heavy.
"What's wrong babe?" Tj walks over to the other side of the large desk and immediately begins to rub her temples for her. "Talk to Mr. President."
Arkia smirks at that statement hearing the nickname she gave to him. Feeling a level of relaxation Arkia leans back in her chair allowing Tj's fingers to do their work. A thought quickly comes to mind more important than people's lack of following directions.
"You remember that ask.fm shit online?" Arkia's voice is much more calm and with a normal tone. She was pretty sure he remembered it he hadn't been away from the profession that long. Plus he's always keeps an ear to the ground when it comes to the world they know and love.
"Yes I remember." Tj replies leaving the temples and landing on her shoulders giving them a massage as well.
"I don't know why this is coming to me now but back when I was pregnant, it was like right at the very beginning. First trimester and everything. I received a question that asked me if I was sure I'd want to come back to the ring. Further saying that I could tarnish my legacy...oh and adding on that I was sucking toward the end before getting pregnant. I don't know. Starting to wonder..."
Tj's response is more telling upon his face than in words. "pfff..." He waves his hand off before placing it back on Arkia's shoulder. "Are you really listening to that random anonymous mess? They are nothing but trolls." Tj leans in a little closer to her before speaking again. "You have no reason to feel that way. No reason to doubt."
Arkia nods a little before rolling her neck a bit feeling the cracks of tenseness slowly leaving the body. "I..I don't doubt myself Tj but things are so different this time around. I feel like I could be biting off more than I can chew here outside the ring. Therefore not giving me the time or focus needed to be who I am inside the ring. I mean I have expanded the gym to two locations will be four before the end of this year. I own a football team. I have that 'personal time' toy out." She giggles at the thought. "I have another investment in processing. I won't be the owner or head but definitely a part of their board members. Maybe this is a little too much to roll around within my wrestling career."
Tj refuses to hear it before stopping the massage and spinning her around in her chair to face him. Both of them looking eye to eye. "You've had two matches babe. You are fine. No need to panic. You will stay focused in all the things you do because that's what you've always done. You had the gym during your career. You started your gym with your career rising. These are additional circumstances but that is why you are who you are. You will time manage, you will adjust, and you will be just as successful if not more. It will pan out baby. That's why I'm here and ready to spar with you. You will focus and be ready now let's go you still need to get ready. You hear me?"
Arkia nods looking into his deadly blue eyes. She smiles. "Thank you baby." Her eyes pop slightly as another thought comes to mind. "The gremmies they--"
"Are with Flex. He arrived here not too long ago probably heard you just as clear as I did standing here. He's has the babies. Let's get you locked in." Tj reaches for her hand and helps her up to her feet. She thanks him with a kiss before they both walk toward the closed door.
"Ok remember I need your big man game for this one. This guy is like 7 foot 300 plus. I know he plans to throw me around like a ragdoll and you know I don't do the losing streaks." Arkia turns around stating to Tj.
"Well I guess I'll just be throwing you around. Unless you'd like me to binge eat to add another 100 solid pounds to me." Tj chuckles behind Arkia.
"Eww, that would be just...yeah I'm too shallow for that." Arkia laughs with Tj as they both exit the office.
$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$
The camera fades in what looks to be her kitchen a place rarely photographed or captured by video in the Jones Compound. As she walks right up to the camera she adjusts it manually a little bit bringing the angle up more before backing up and smiling slightly. The area around her easily looks like a kitchen out of a movie as she rounds the granite topped middle island toward the side where she was preparing something not fully in view. As she moves the large plate to the middle island she comes back toward the center.
The question is a good one. Have I bit off more than I can chew? I see who my next challenge is for August 23rd and I can't help but answer that...I very well might. Like holy crap boy the f**k did you eat growing up? D**n. Wouldn't be surprised at being indicated as the underdog here. He's got the size and he's undefeated. All the momentum is coming up Jacob Whitehead in this matchup. Wouldn't blame the public at all if they felt a little uneasy. S**t, I'm very uneasy and that's why the tide must turn because I'm aware of my 'vulnerable' state right now. My 1st match I win because of a beatdown from Gooch and Gates. Next Deception Mark Maina puts the work on me. Here we are third Deception in and while I've yet to pin a f**king soul in APW, Jacob Whitehead as slayed two bodies on his come up. Yep, looks like he should be playing cleanup on my already middling status here but unlike most there's that one thing I don't do. I don't get frustrated. I get focused. I become more hungry and you big man can easily feed a d**n village.
Speaking of hungry she continues working on something with the large plate in front of her not fully able to be seen in the camera view.
I have not been the main event standard I and others expect of me. I owe the great and growing fans of APW and Johnny Rebel the top level ability because things are picking up here and now is the time to shift the neutral gear in the drive position. Jacob, you dismantled a wannabe witch and rose from the undercard. You won a hard fought match against Colby. Your reward for doing that? You enter the haven of true competition. I, Arkia Fisk, will be welcoming you to the club. Our welcoming basket? My fist to your skyscraper face. The members card? My foot in your a**. You are not a stupid man Jacob, maybe a B/C average student but not completely incapable. You know I am not like you're past two matches. You know the difficulty level has boosted hella up from a f**king Magnus Colby to me and if you dare try to front out like I'm not due that respect in ability I will do more than just beat you, I will humiliate you. I'm all for good clean contests. I hold no ill will for Mark Mania. He gave me exactly what I needed and in return I will pay it forward and give you exactly what you need, a measure of your ability against one of the best on the roster.
She moves from the middle island toward the double door refrigerator to the side of the camera view pulling out a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon. Using an electric wine opener she faces forward addressing the camera.
IF...if this was a profession relying on brute strength, I'd fold. I'm not stupid. I'd have no choice in that matter but thankfully our specific career requires a high quality mix of all pieces. Brains, brawn, will, and ability. Don't let a loss to Mania fool you Jacob, I have ALL of those pieces working together in high quality. Loses are a part of the life it's my reality check and I've always...ALWAYS...responded well. Great news for me. Bad news for you. VERY bad f**king news for you.
Quickly grabbing a wine glass from its hanging shelf she pours the bottle into the glass standing back in front of the middle island.
Pay Per Views are being named Jacob. The paths are being laid out for us. The prizes and pedestals have been placed into view. The goals have been pronounced. No one is here just to be a placeholder. We are here to mean something. I know I am and seeing the results of your first two matches I know you are too. The best way to show I'm unaffected by a setback...knock down one of the biggest mutherf**kers on the roster. I enjoy your name Tormentor....
She takes a drink of wine smiling as the flavor takes her over.
To defeat the Tormentor, what else do I have to fear really? How much will it say for me standing at a simple 5'9" able to take down a man doubling her size? Oh I've done it before I promise you. But, if you are able to beat me your position out of the undercard is fully cemented. You will be one of the shining beacons here built from the ground up, dominant, undefeated, and a man taking advantage of a 2nd opportunity within APW's walls. You crashed and burned pretty hard the first time around correct? Here's your chance to steal your place and perhaps take a main event spot. Taking advantage of a veteran currently wading in the middle ground. But there's so many problems with that statement. While you are a man of wall like qualities I have knocked down every roadblock necessary in route toward getting what I want. If not now...soon. I am that resilient. So Jacob that means one of two things is happening here. I will use my technical skill and speed to scale over a wall or the power of said wall will get a hold of me as I chip away at every brick. It may take many strikes and all my exhausting effort but just like the others...The wall will come down even if it takes me out in the process.
Arkia pauses for a moment looking to be in deep thought before bringing her head up again.
I've come to understand with my standing, my legacy, and my overall aura. It leaves me with a target on my back. Every single person will give me their absolute best just because of who the f**k I am. To prove a point. My name is that feather in the cap. Congrats to Mania for being the first and as hard as I try he won't be the last BUT you...you Jacob? You have drawn my name at the worst time. The skill can overcome the power. I always come back harder. So as far as biting off way more than I can chew?
Arkia brings up the plate she'd been working on before the cameras ran. Sitting on top of it is a towering sandwich with every kind of meat within it with lettuce, tomato, and all the works. The tower is almost as big as her head and just like that she grabs it and takes a monstrous full bite out of the sandwich. Her cheeks puff but her face remains smiling.
(Muffled) GoodthingI'ma thick b**ch thatlovestoeat huh?
Arkia winks chewing away as she grabs her glass of wine and walks out of the camera view.
"Bounce back, come back like cooked crack."
Jones' Compound
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
"Okay I hear you but you have yet to make a point..." Arkia's voice is heard through the entire floor. Well known for her volume she holds her phone to her ear sitting within her home office. She's been dealing with business most of the morning when she had intention to go to the gym in the basement of the home and work on her trade. Rolling her eyes she listens to the voice on the other side of the convo before spinning slightly in her leather chair behind her classic oakwood desk. Her facial expression alone lets you know this is far from what she wanted to deal with at this time but that's the thing with ownership, business calls and it seems to always call at the worse times.
"No, that's not what I said and if I have people in my employ that cannot follow simple instructions maybe I should look into cleaning house." The threat was clear as Arkia started to bite along the side of her lower lip. One of the many indications her patience is coming to a swift end. Looking at the screen of her laptop she strokes a few keys before pausing and looking at the screen again. Pointing to the screen she replies to the muffled voice again. "No...no see because even if they are more than halfway done I want quality on that field. What happens in the colder months when players begin to slip and slide all over the place? What happens if an injury comes by one of my players because I'm not giving the best? I don't own the Miami Storm or the Dallas Stars...I own the Chicago Harriers. Climate, windy...messy...terrible. I want the best turf on that ground. Grass is asking for problems NOT TO MENTION, there are instructions I gave before getting on any private jet leaving from O'Hare to my home. SO, I will ask you again WHY IN THE FUCK ARE IDIOTS HALFWAY DONE PUTTING GRASS ON MY DAMN FIELD?!?" Arkia Fisk-Jones turns her volume to max yelling through her phone and losing all of the business decorum she learned throughout her years from high school and college to today. In the last few months she's processed the funds necessary to own a new football team in a new headlining football league, High Risk. The Chicago Harriers her newest investment in a lineup of many business ventures she's already receiving profit from. This one being the most challenging as of late as many the i's are still being dotted while all the t's have been crossed.
"Look either you get down there and alert them of what I want done correctly or you consider your next paycheck your last!!" Arkia keeps the volume going spitting fire into the phone. "I see the cost right here and in the long run it's more cost effective. WOULD BE MORE FUCKING COST EFFECTIVE IF YOU ALL KNEW THE MEANING OF COMMUNICATION!!" Arkia barks throwing her free arm in the air completely shocked that this conversation is even happening. She's so caught in her yelling instructions she doesn't notice her husband Tj Jones walking past the open door of her office. He's dressed in some of his old wrestling gear as he watches his wife explode on the phone. He looks her way vying for her attention but Arkia's face is glued to the screen in front of her.
"Pssstt.." Tj whispers quietly finally causing Arkia to look up and notice him. He lightly presses his index finger to his lips signaling to her the volume of her voice. Arkia gets the point nodding in return before looking back at the computer screen. She consciously takes note of her tone lowering it.
"Jake, if I don't see turf on that ground by the time I fly in this weekend there will be sooooo many problems on every single employee in that building. Do you understand me?" Arkia looks up to the sky almost asking God for his immediate grace before she quickly whips back. "DO YOU THINK I..." Arkia immediately checks her volume before Tj can say anything to it. "Sorry." She mouths out to Tj before pointing at the door. Tj immediately reads her mind and in seconds closes the door walking back toward the middle of the office. "I am aware of the financial side of the move as I said before it will be more cost effective." She pauses and listens. "Yes, I do know they will be looking for payment for the work they've done already I would too." Another throw of the free hand in the air. "I bought this team with my money. I have covered the first checks given to each of you with MY money. Trust me I am aware of the cost I have it on my laptop screen right now." She shakes her head before answering the muffled voice. "Then I will pay the difference. It's not rocket science. Jake get down there now before I fucking fire you. Be the quickest month you've ever had at a job and you don't even do anything! Yes...yes if they have any questions have them call me. Jake another blunder like this and I'm taking the 'difference' off your paycheck. Yes, thank you."
Arkia ends the calls and hammers the phone down on her desk. Not enough to break it but enough to know she was peeved. Tj looks on almost humored but didn't want to play into that due to his wife's obvious attitude. Arkia massages her temples as she breathes out heavy.
"What's wrong babe?" Tj walks over to the other side of the large desk and immediately begins to rub her temples for her. "Talk to Mr. President."
Arkia smirks at that statement hearing the nickname she gave to him. Feeling a level of relaxation Arkia leans back in her chair allowing Tj's fingers to do their work. A thought quickly comes to mind more important than people's lack of following directions.
"You remember that ask.fm shit online?" Arkia's voice is much more calm and with a normal tone. She was pretty sure he remembered it he hadn't been away from the profession that long. Plus he's always keeps an ear to the ground when it comes to the world they know and love.
"Yes I remember." Tj replies leaving the temples and landing on her shoulders giving them a massage as well.
"I don't know why this is coming to me now but back when I was pregnant, it was like right at the very beginning. First trimester and everything. I received a question that asked me if I was sure I'd want to come back to the ring. Further saying that I could tarnish my legacy...oh and adding on that I was sucking toward the end before getting pregnant. I don't know. Starting to wonder..."
Tj's response is more telling upon his face than in words. "pfff..." He waves his hand off before placing it back on Arkia's shoulder. "Are you really listening to that random anonymous mess? They are nothing but trolls." Tj leans in a little closer to her before speaking again. "You have no reason to feel that way. No reason to doubt."
Arkia nods a little before rolling her neck a bit feeling the cracks of tenseness slowly leaving the body. "I..I don't doubt myself Tj but things are so different this time around. I feel like I could be biting off more than I can chew here outside the ring. Therefore not giving me the time or focus needed to be who I am inside the ring. I mean I have expanded the gym to two locations will be four before the end of this year. I own a football team. I have that 'personal time' toy out." She giggles at the thought. "I have another investment in processing. I won't be the owner or head but definitely a part of their board members. Maybe this is a little too much to roll around within my wrestling career."
Tj refuses to hear it before stopping the massage and spinning her around in her chair to face him. Both of them looking eye to eye. "You've had two matches babe. You are fine. No need to panic. You will stay focused in all the things you do because that's what you've always done. You had the gym during your career. You started your gym with your career rising. These are additional circumstances but that is why you are who you are. You will time manage, you will adjust, and you will be just as successful if not more. It will pan out baby. That's why I'm here and ready to spar with you. You will focus and be ready now let's go you still need to get ready. You hear me?"
Arkia nods looking into his deadly blue eyes. She smiles. "Thank you baby." Her eyes pop slightly as another thought comes to mind. "The gremmies they--"
"Are with Flex. He arrived here not too long ago probably heard you just as clear as I did standing here. He's has the babies. Let's get you locked in." Tj reaches for her hand and helps her up to her feet. She thanks him with a kiss before they both walk toward the closed door.
"Ok remember I need your big man game for this one. This guy is like 7 foot 300 plus. I know he plans to throw me around like a ragdoll and you know I don't do the losing streaks." Arkia turns around stating to Tj.
"Well I guess I'll just be throwing you around. Unless you'd like me to binge eat to add another 100 solid pounds to me." Tj chuckles behind Arkia.
"Eww, that would be just...yeah I'm too shallow for that." Arkia laughs with Tj as they both exit the office.
$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$
The camera fades in what looks to be her kitchen a place rarely photographed or captured by video in the Jones Compound. As she walks right up to the camera she adjusts it manually a little bit bringing the angle up more before backing up and smiling slightly. The area around her easily looks like a kitchen out of a movie as she rounds the granite topped middle island toward the side where she was preparing something not fully in view. As she moves the large plate to the middle island she comes back toward the center.
The question is a good one. Have I bit off more than I can chew? I see who my next challenge is for August 23rd and I can't help but answer that...I very well might. Like holy crap boy the f**k did you eat growing up? D**n. Wouldn't be surprised at being indicated as the underdog here. He's got the size and he's undefeated. All the momentum is coming up Jacob Whitehead in this matchup. Wouldn't blame the public at all if they felt a little uneasy. S**t, I'm very uneasy and that's why the tide must turn because I'm aware of my 'vulnerable' state right now. My 1st match I win because of a beatdown from Gooch and Gates. Next Deception Mark Maina puts the work on me. Here we are third Deception in and while I've yet to pin a f**king soul in APW, Jacob Whitehead as slayed two bodies on his come up. Yep, looks like he should be playing cleanup on my already middling status here but unlike most there's that one thing I don't do. I don't get frustrated. I get focused. I become more hungry and you big man can easily feed a d**n village.
Speaking of hungry she continues working on something with the large plate in front of her not fully able to be seen in the camera view.
I have not been the main event standard I and others expect of me. I owe the great and growing fans of APW and Johnny Rebel the top level ability because things are picking up here and now is the time to shift the neutral gear in the drive position. Jacob, you dismantled a wannabe witch and rose from the undercard. You won a hard fought match against Colby. Your reward for doing that? You enter the haven of true competition. I, Arkia Fisk, will be welcoming you to the club. Our welcoming basket? My fist to your skyscraper face. The members card? My foot in your a**. You are not a stupid man Jacob, maybe a B/C average student but not completely incapable. You know I am not like you're past two matches. You know the difficulty level has boosted hella up from a f**king Magnus Colby to me and if you dare try to front out like I'm not due that respect in ability I will do more than just beat you, I will humiliate you. I'm all for good clean contests. I hold no ill will for Mark Mania. He gave me exactly what I needed and in return I will pay it forward and give you exactly what you need, a measure of your ability against one of the best on the roster.
She moves from the middle island toward the double door refrigerator to the side of the camera view pulling out a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon. Using an electric wine opener she faces forward addressing the camera.
IF...if this was a profession relying on brute strength, I'd fold. I'm not stupid. I'd have no choice in that matter but thankfully our specific career requires a high quality mix of all pieces. Brains, brawn, will, and ability. Don't let a loss to Mania fool you Jacob, I have ALL of those pieces working together in high quality. Loses are a part of the life it's my reality check and I've always...ALWAYS...responded well. Great news for me. Bad news for you. VERY bad f**king news for you.
Quickly grabbing a wine glass from its hanging shelf she pours the bottle into the glass standing back in front of the middle island.
Pay Per Views are being named Jacob. The paths are being laid out for us. The prizes and pedestals have been placed into view. The goals have been pronounced. No one is here just to be a placeholder. We are here to mean something. I know I am and seeing the results of your first two matches I know you are too. The best way to show I'm unaffected by a setback...knock down one of the biggest mutherf**kers on the roster. I enjoy your name Tormentor....
She takes a drink of wine smiling as the flavor takes her over.
To defeat the Tormentor, what else do I have to fear really? How much will it say for me standing at a simple 5'9" able to take down a man doubling her size? Oh I've done it before I promise you. But, if you are able to beat me your position out of the undercard is fully cemented. You will be one of the shining beacons here built from the ground up, dominant, undefeated, and a man taking advantage of a 2nd opportunity within APW's walls. You crashed and burned pretty hard the first time around correct? Here's your chance to steal your place and perhaps take a main event spot. Taking advantage of a veteran currently wading in the middle ground. But there's so many problems with that statement. While you are a man of wall like qualities I have knocked down every roadblock necessary in route toward getting what I want. If not now...soon. I am that resilient. So Jacob that means one of two things is happening here. I will use my technical skill and speed to scale over a wall or the power of said wall will get a hold of me as I chip away at every brick. It may take many strikes and all my exhausting effort but just like the others...The wall will come down even if it takes me out in the process.
Arkia pauses for a moment looking to be in deep thought before bringing her head up again.
I've come to understand with my standing, my legacy, and my overall aura. It leaves me with a target on my back. Every single person will give me their absolute best just because of who the f**k I am. To prove a point. My name is that feather in the cap. Congrats to Mania for being the first and as hard as I try he won't be the last BUT you...you Jacob? You have drawn my name at the worst time. The skill can overcome the power. I always come back harder. So as far as biting off way more than I can chew?
Arkia brings up the plate she'd been working on before the cameras ran. Sitting on top of it is a towering sandwich with every kind of meat within it with lettuce, tomato, and all the works. The tower is almost as big as her head and just like that she grabs it and takes a monstrous full bite out of the sandwich. Her cheeks puff but her face remains smiling.
(Muffled) GoodthingI'ma thick b**ch thatlovestoeat huh?
Arkia winks chewing away as she grabs her glass of wine and walks out of the camera view.
"Bounce back, come back like cooked crack."
