Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2011 20:59:04 GMT -5
March 16th, 2011
[/u]Financial Analyst: So as you can see on this graph, the profit margins for all of Rated X Media’s current holdings is up two percent from the previous sales year.
Hutton Brown leans back slowly in his leather office chair, his eyes heavy and slightly unfocused as he attempts to pay attention to the man standing at the far end of the conference table. The analyst runs his hand across the large touch screen monitor to his right, dragging information back and forth as he utilizes the tool to emphasis his points to the twenty members of Rated X Enterprises seated at the conference table.
Honestly, this has to be some of the dullest stuff I’ve ever heard. I really didn’t need a group of guys that are probably paid too much to come in here and tell me that things are going well. Jackie wouldn’t have just hired another two of them if things weren’t.
Seated near the far end of the table is Jackie Schielder, the President of Rated X Enterprises listening intently to the analyst’s lecture. Catching Hutton’s fixed gaze, Jackie turns her attention to him briefly; Schielder flashing him a quick smile before returning her full attention to speaker.
Why the heck am I here anyway? I don’t run this company anymore, well at least not like I should for holding the title that I do. Jackie doesn’t need my help in running this place, no matter what she tells me behind closed doors. Hell, maybe, at the end of the day, I really am just a selfish prick.
Feeling slightly embarrassed for having been caught starring absentmindedly, Hutton quickly shifts his attention elsewhere and surveys the conference room for the eighth or so time; Brown quickly finding, to no relative shock, that nothing had changed. The room was still lined on both sides with waist high bookshelves, volumes of dictionaries and encyclopedias lining their shelves along with various other references materials. Flat panel monitors cover each wall to allow for all those seated at the table to easily view the data displayed upon the analyst’s main monitor without craning their necks. And behind Hutton stands a glorious view of downtown New York City, a view Brown could easily stare at for hours was he not currently expected to pay attention to the less than interesting speech being currently given. With his eyes seemingly growing heavier by the second and his focus deteriorating even further, Hutton glances down at his Rolex watch and grimaces; the dial reading only one forty-five in the afternoon. Struggling to suppress his forth or five yawn in the last ten minutes; Hutton fakes another cough into his sleeve.
Wow, really? And here, here I’m suppose… supposed to… stay awake… Crap.
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August 25th, 2007[/u]
Hutton Brown: Two tickets for War please.
Cashier: That’ll be fourteen dollars.
Hutton quickly reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls forth his wallet, Brown retrieving a twenty dollar bill and passing it under the glass window the cashier. As the cashier goes about procuring the change and tickets, Hutton looks back at his date for the evening; Elizabeth Brossman looking stunning in a short yellow sundress that showed eloquently showed off her luscious legs. The lobby of the movie theatre is packed with other costumers, the near full wall windows allowing a near blinding amount of sunlight to pour into the entrance to the building and yet, from the corner of his eye, Hutton spots another man crossing the lobby with a brunette woman; the man’s eyes focused solely upon Liz.
And that’s number four. Man, maybe I shouldn’t ask, but how the hell did I get the hottest woman on the planet all for myself? Maybe it’s my charm, or my natural good locks… Or maybe I’m just full of crapand got lucky. Either way, she’s mine pal. So keep walking.
Hutton Brown: You sure you want to do this Liz? I know you hate these kinds of movies.
Elizabeth Brossman: So what? You came to breakfast with my sister and her husband, so it’s only fair that we do something you want to do.
Hutton Brown: Whoa, whoa. I wanted to go to breakfast with you.
Alright, so the breakfast really did suck and her sister’s husband is a completely moron. But I played it cool and nobody knows the wis-
Elizabeth Brossman: Oh really now?
Crap.
Hutton Brown: Alright, I didn’t want to go meet your sister or her husband, but I did want to go.
Elizabeth Brossman: Yeah?
Hutton Brown: I wanted to be with you Liz.
Elizabeth Brossman: Aww.
Having only dated for a few months and taken things rather slow due to Hutton’s schedule, things really hadn’t gone farther than a few kisses. Sensing a rather romantic moment building, Hutton steps forward to embrace Liz for a passionate kiss; his plans quickly ruined however as a cracking teen voice interrupts the moment.
Cashier: Your tic-KETS, err, sir.
God damnit kid, thanks a lot.
But Liz seems to understand the small grimace upon Hutton’s face and giggles, Brossman leaning in and kissing Brown on the cheek. With a half step forward she leans in to his ear, whispering seductively to him.
Elizabeth Brossman: Don’t worry. There won’t be any distractions once the movie starts.
SWEET!
Cashier: Sir?
Snapping to attention with his face slightly red, Hutton turns to the cashier with a Cheshire grin he just can’t seem to wipe from his face.
Hutton Brown: YES, the tickets!
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June 1st, 2008[/u]
Awakening from a sudden bout of restlessness without warning, Hutton’s eyes snap open quickly and he scans the confines of his apartment. He finds himself not in his apartment however, instead in the newly rented home of himself and Elizabeth Brossman; the bedroom of their new condo currently bare save for their king size bed and more than two dozen boxes scattering about the hard wood floor.
Another night without sleep huh? For a change, I don’t even know why. I wasn’t dreaming, I think; and I’m not stressed at all. Maybe I should have started taking those sleeping pills like Ryan told me to. Then again…
Resisting the urge to sit upright in bed, Hutton looks down at the arm lying across his bare chest; that arm obviously belonging to a sound asleep Elizabeth Brossman. Turn his head to just admire her beautiful features, Brown finds Liz with her face turned already in his direction; half buried in her pillow as she sleeps peacefully next to him.
Maybe I just can’t believe where I am right now.
Reaching over with his left hand, Hutton delicately pushes away a strand of her auburn locks from her face; Liz stirring slightly at his touch only to nestle in closer to him and return to her peaceful slumber.
Yeah, we’ve spent the night together before, but this is something completely different. This is something even greater than all those nights of her sleeping in my bed, or me sleeping in hers. This is OUR bed. Maybe it’s silly to feel this way, but honestly, I can’t help it. I’m in love.
With such a simple revelation, Hutton returns his head to the pillow and in no time at all, is asleep next to her; a small smile upon his face as he returns to his own peaceful slumber.
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March 16th, 2011[/u]
As his head rolls slowly to the side Hutton suddenly opens his eyes, Brown groggily looking around in a sleep fueled haze as he gets his bearings about him. Closing his eyes once again and putting his hands over his face, Hutton sighs deeply as he vaguely recalls the visions of his recent dreams.
After all this time and yet I’m still dreaming about her; what the hell is the matter with me? Why can’t I stop dreaming about her? No matter what I do, no matter who I sleep with, I just can’t…
Rubbing his eyes as he tries to push the visions of the past from his mind, Brown sits upright in his leather office chair; Hutton pulling his hands away from his eyes and coming nearly face to face with Jackie Schielder. Seated upon the conference table just a few inches from him, Hutton slides himself back in the chair in shock; the wheeled chair nearly tipping backward from the sudden movement.
Jackie Schielder: Easy, easy. You’re going to hurt yourself.
Hutton Brown: Huh? What?
Jackie Schielder: I wasn’t sure when you were going to wake up and I figured it probably wouldn’t be best for you to be all alone when you did.
Slowly beginning to understand the situation at hand, Hutton shoots a glance at his Rolex quickly; the dial on his silver watch reading four twenty-seven in the afternoon now.
It’s been nearly two years since all that, so why can’t I get ov- No, this isn’t the time. You just slept through a meeting, get your priorities in order Hutton. Damn!
Hutton Brown: Holy crap, the meeting?!
Jackie Schielder: It ended almost an hour and a half ago Hutton.
Hutton Brown: Great. How foolish did I look?
Jackie Schielder: No one cared.
Hutton Brown: What?
Jackie Schielder: Everyone gets exactly why you slept through the meeting Hutton. Hell, everyone who was present today was in my office to watch your match against David Handlecatch at the EBR Appreciation Show.
She’s got to be kidding. I could have sworn that nearly everyone in the building thought that I…
Catching the puzzled look upon Hutton’s face, Jackie chuckles slight; Brown caught off guard by her enjoyment at his moment of vulnerability.
Jackie Schielder: You thought everyone here thought you were an embarrassment to the company, didn’t you?
Damn is she good, though I wouldn’t have been surprised if it would have been true. What business man would want to tell his family that his boss is a professional wrestler rather than a proper CEO? If I was in their shoes, I probably wouldn’t be working for me.
Jackie Schielder: Trust me Hutton, just like me, you’ve got the full support of the company behind you.
Hutton Brown: Thanks Jackie.
Jackie Schielder: Just do me one favor.
Hutton Brown: Yeah?
Jackie Schielder: Kindly reframe from reassigning anyone in R & D to doing research on your upcoming opponents.
Busted.
Leaning back in his chair and trying to look innocent, Hutton finds his ploy quickly failing as Jackie begins to laugh once again. Sighing aloud, Hutton runs his hands back through his hair as he fetches up the explanation he’d already planned for this moment. Thankfully, it was all true.
Hutton Brown: I need help Jackie. I don’t know anything about the guys I’m going up against.
Jackie Schielder: Then I’ll help you.
Hutton Brown: You’re busier than ever Jackie. I’ve already got Lawrence t-
Jackie Schielder: I never said I was going to do it. I’ll just make sure it gets done, and quickly at that. Just give me a name. I already know what you’ll need.
Hutton Brown: It’s a guy named Samael Ahriman. Man I hate saying that. I should know who my opponents are.
Jackie Schielder: That’s why I’m going to help you. You’ve got a full plate with PRW, XWA, and now WFWF. You can’t expect yourself to be able to handle everything yourself.
Hutton Brown: Maybe not, but I owe it to the opponents I face in the ring to know who they are and what their strengths and weaknesses are. That’s my duty as a competitor to guys like David Handlecatch and Samael, or anyone else I face for that matter. To go in there without any information on them would just make me look arrogant.
Jackie Schielder: Well you didn’t look arrogant against Handlecatch.
Hutton Brown: Yeah, but I also didn’t perform at my best. Instead, I got lucky. I gotta remember to apologize for that.
There’s a few moments of silence between the two, Hutton turning his attention to the broad windows as he catches a glance at the view of the city; a city he now preferred to never leave. Sure, he was nearly always away from it, but he never wanted to be. Jackie’s hand on his knee brings Hutton back to the conversation as he turns back to face The President of Rated X Enterprises, their eyes meeting instantly.
Jackie Schielder: We’ll get you what you need Hutton, and then you can go out there and put on the best performance you possibly can.
Hutton Brown: Thanks Jackie.
Jackie Schielder: Just remember Hutton, we’ll all be cheering you on from here.
Hutton Brown: On company time too.
Jackie Schielder: More than likely.
The two erupt in laughter at the sentiment, their joyous good time however cut quickly short as Hutton’s phone begins vibrating in the inside pocket of his sport jacket. Plucking the cellular telephone from within his coat, Brown takes only a moment to check the display; Hutton’s mood visibly souring some as he reads the name on the caller ID. The phone continues to vibrate in his hand for several seconds, Jackie finally building the nerve to ask.
Jackie Schielder: You going to answer that?
It takes Hutton another second to register her question and he quickly looks up and at her, his eyes showing a man deep in thought. But just as quickly he smiles, Hutton tucking the phone back into his pocket as if the whole thing had never happened.
Hutton Brown: Nah, it can wait. I’m going to get some air though.
Jackie Schielder: Alright.
Her acknowledgement is said forcefully, but as Hutton turns and quickly exits the conference room, Jackie Schielder looks deeply worried. Brown moves quickly through the office to the stairwell, the journey there a haze even as he gives a high five to an office worker in support of his upcoming match against Samael Ahriman in a few days. Stepping into the stairwell and allowing the door to close with a loud slam behind him, Hutton reaches into his suit jacket and pulls forth his iPhone once again. Starring at it with cold eyes, the screen reads simply…
Why?[/i][/color]
One Missed Call from Elizabeth Brossman.[/center]
