Oh boy... (Promo between Gen. & his agent)

[evil]

Backstage. Not too long after Genesis came out to the ring to deliver his answer to Brent Starr. He was shown backstage talking with one of his many agents. The very men that kept up with his business ventures, and other things.

As the two men met near the catering area. The black/white security camera behind them began to film the conversation. A conversation that started out good... but then quickly turned heated. As everyone will see...

The Agent: "That was some splendid work out there Genesis *claps*. You did great! I'm proud of you."

Gen. gives this guy a crazy look like "Ooooookay!"

Genesis: "Thanks... I guess."

Gen.then muttered under his breath in a whisper:

Genesis: "Weird."

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The Agent: "So... I guess its gonna be you, and Brent Starr at the big Pay-Per-View this September? You anxious to step back into ring, Gen?

Gen. grabs him a bottle of water. Quickly, twists the top off and takes one big sip of it. Before slamming it down on the table nearby.

Genesis:[/color] "Heh. What I'm more 'anxious' about than anything else is a fucking paycheck. Do you know how much money a match like this, at the grandest stage of this companies fiscal year is gonna amount to me? I'm not stupid. That's why I even accepted the deal in the first place. Wasn't about getting into the ring just to stroke my ego, or Starr's ego. This is about business. In this business? Like anything else. We make money, and I know where the money is at. That's why I'm doing this in the first place. Then, when the match is over. Win/Lose/Draw, doesn't matter. I go home back to my relaxing life of making more money elsewhere doing other things. That simple my friend."[/color]

The Agent: "Isn't that a little harsh on your part?"

*Looking Annoyed*

Genesis:[/color] "Why is that? You want me to fabricate the truth like Chris Lionheart? Turn into false promises and hopeless dreams of utopia? You tell me what I'm supposed to say."[/color]

The Agent: "I'm not telling you what you can, and cannot do Roman (Gen's real name). All I'm saying is... be careful out there. Ya know, for once. Watch your mouth, and what you say."

Genesis:[/color] "Or what? The big, bad Boogeyman is gonna come after me? *Chuckles* Tell ya what. You just do your job. Make sure the cash is flowin' in to my bank account. Then I'll do my part in making things happen."[/color]

Gen. turns around and starts to walk away. Taking no more then 2-3 steps. When he was stopped by Agent's next statement.

The Agent: "I think your afraid."

Gen. turns around. With a smile on his face. As he walks back up to his Agent. Getting in his face as he says to him.

Genesis: "What did you just say to me?"[/color]

The Agent: "You heard me."

Genesis: "For the record. I'm not afraid of anyone, or anything. You understand me? Secondly. I've done more than enough to get this motherfucking company off the ground. I busted my ass for this place. What did it get me? Not a god damn thing but bitching and whining from the masses whenever I tell them what they NEED to hear, rather than what they want me to say.

Frankly, I'm satisfied with how things ended for me a year ago. I did everything. What else was there for me to really do? Be a manager? Heh, fuck that. Not happenin'. Be a trainer or a mentor to some young punk, like a Jeff Kain or MG Cage, who has no respect for the business and the people that laid the foundation down so they can even have a fucking job in the first place? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO!?!?

If that's the case... Thanks, but no thanks. I've got the scars on my head to show how much I can't stand that fucking prick Lionheart. Much less, stand the fact of ever officially signing a 'contract' with him. Just so he could own me, like the rest of the sheep around here that are stupid enough to believe into his lies & deceits. I'm only signed on for one match, and one match. When my deal with Brent Starr is up. Lionheart is next. I'm not walking out of Rise to Stardom, unless I ram my fist through Lion-O's skull. To a point. Where I rip out his fucking brain. Pull it out. Then shove it up his ass sideways. Where than I can truly say, whatthe rest of the world has always known. That he is truly shit for brains!

That's the plan, bro. Take it or leave it. I'm outta here!"[/color]

With that. Genesis picks up his water bottle. Chugs it down. Then throws the last half of it behind him as he walked away. As the water begins to form a puddle underneath the feet of his agent. His Agent stands there in a collective sigh, and disbelief over his client's attitude.[/center]