Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Jan 26, 2017 18:18:58 GMT -6
"What in the hell do you mean that there isn't enough money, Connie?!"
Nestled in the back of a limo is a smartly dressed Joshua Samson, Esq. The Executive Representative and frontman for Underground Zero speaks heatedly into the cellphone while looking out of the deeply tinted windows.
Samson: I have to have that money before I head over to Mississippi this weekend. Hell, I need to have that money no later than tomorrow or there is going to be some bad blood!
Joshua listens intently to whatever Connie is saying on the other end of the line before interjecting.
Samson: I don't give a good Goddamn, Connie! Have you guys forgotten that I'm Joshua Samson?! JOSHUA "FUCKING" SAMSON!!!
He lowers the phone from his ear and stares at it, unsure if he wants to hurl it out the closed window or smash it into a million tiny pieces. Deciding to do neither, he brings the phone back up. Inhaling and exhaling heavily, the color commentator calms himself before speaking.
Samson: Listen…I'm sorry about that outburst, Connie. I know its not your fault. You just get word to Dominic that it's imperative that he touch base with me as soon as possible. I would greatly appreciate that.
Without waiting to hear what Connie has to say, Joshua ends the call. Dropping the phone into his lap, he continues viewing the passing Atlanta skyline.
Samson: Not only do I have to deal with this money situation before EHWF's Sudden Death pay-per-view but I know that masked goofball Lord Raab will be looking for some kind of revenge because I slipped that chair to Bill Ryder. It's something about those Raab bitches that just makes my ass itch…
Stroking his hairless chin, Joshua contemplates the immediate future.
Samson: Hopefully what I have planned will pan out. I have to get a solid position with the Samson Family immediately or all this shit will be for nothing. I need to call Mongrel and make sure he received those airline tickets. Him being in Mississippi will be crucial. Damn it!
He picks up the phone, touching the screen to scroll through his contact. Finding the contact, he presses the name before putting the phone to his ear.
Samson: Hey, William, what's up?
Nestled in the back of a limo is a smartly dressed Joshua Samson, Esq. The Executive Representative and frontman for Underground Zero speaks heatedly into the cellphone while looking out of the deeply tinted windows.
Samson: I have to have that money before I head over to Mississippi this weekend. Hell, I need to have that money no later than tomorrow or there is going to be some bad blood!
Joshua listens intently to whatever Connie is saying on the other end of the line before interjecting.
Samson: I don't give a good Goddamn, Connie! Have you guys forgotten that I'm Joshua Samson?! JOSHUA "FUCKING" SAMSON!!!
He lowers the phone from his ear and stares at it, unsure if he wants to hurl it out the closed window or smash it into a million tiny pieces. Deciding to do neither, he brings the phone back up. Inhaling and exhaling heavily, the color commentator calms himself before speaking.
Samson: Listen…I'm sorry about that outburst, Connie. I know its not your fault. You just get word to Dominic that it's imperative that he touch base with me as soon as possible. I would greatly appreciate that.
Without waiting to hear what Connie has to say, Joshua ends the call. Dropping the phone into his lap, he continues viewing the passing Atlanta skyline.
Samson: Not only do I have to deal with this money situation before EHWF's Sudden Death pay-per-view but I know that masked goofball Lord Raab will be looking for some kind of revenge because I slipped that chair to Bill Ryder. It's something about those Raab bitches that just makes my ass itch…
Stroking his hairless chin, Joshua contemplates the immediate future.
Samson: Hopefully what I have planned will pan out. I have to get a solid position with the Samson Family immediately or all this shit will be for nothing. I need to call Mongrel and make sure he received those airline tickets. Him being in Mississippi will be crucial. Damn it!
He picks up the phone, touching the screen to scroll through his contact. Finding the contact, he presses the name before putting the phone to his ear.
Samson: Hey, William, what's up?
