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Post by Roman Sionis on Jul 29, 2015 4:05:08 GMT
Roman had his thumb on every pulse in Gotham City, The Grey Knight Festival was a painful reminder of that. When he didn't get what he felt was owed to him, measures were taken- extreme or not, it didn't matter. Maybe he's got some heat for making a call like that and putting Zucco in a do or die position, but it needed to be done to flex muscle to show who the boss was. Now, the news of a big time match between Ted Grant and Albert King is said to be happening this weekend, Sionis is looking to get a cut of that too.
He was in Italy on business, but he was back and he's called both King and Grant for a sit-down, at different times of course. Roman respected the sport and wouldn't want to curb the aggression between both men as they were moving into the fight, but he did have something he wanted to present them with- call it 'the offer of a life-time.'
The Goliath versus Wildcat would be much more than a boxing match- it was a money making event that Roman looked to capitalize on.
Most of his crew didn't know he was back in town, they believed he was still in Sicily working on more business ventures. This allowed Roman the chance to hang back in the shadows and watch how they operated when he wasn't around.. a lot could be said how one worked when the boss wasn't around to supervise. Not many knew that Sionis owned several different [smaller] properties through Gotham, all of course under different names to protect himself from any kind of investigation from the proper authorities. This home was closer to the docks in the industrial area of the city, low-key and easier to conduct business when GCPD never came out that side of town. Seated on a plush leather sofa with an ash-tray sitting in front of him on a glass circular shaped table, Sionis took a shot from his vodka bottle and let his body take the alcohol down before looking up- across at Albert "The Goliath" King, who had brought two trusted advisors to the meeting with him.
"Look King, this is an opportunity that doesn't come often. You're the favorite- +200 right now but perfectly believable to see the odds shoot through the roof as the fight nears. You're the man, Albert- I don't think Morgan won that fight clean- you know what the difference between that and now is? I wasn't around to influence the judges to be fair.. 'cause I'll about equality."
The fight Sionis was referencing was Joe Morgan, Jr versus Albert King three and a half years ago in Gotham. Morgan won a widely controversial decision, even after meeting the mat 4 times in 12 rounds- when King wasn't dropped once. Many believed that at the time, Falcone had a foot-hold on the judging panel, even from within Arkham with his mental issues. Albert King was a big man and he was nasty, his attitude was as strong as his right hand- the same hook that took him from the bottom to the top.
"No offense Mister Sionis, but I don't need you to talk to the chump for me to take him down in the 8th. Grant hasn't been in the ring in a while, he don't know what he got comin'. He's the beacon of hope for all these broke-ass white boys who want to try and have a career resurrection.. so you know what? I'll break the beacon and show them ain't nobody's time 'cept for The Goliath."
"I know you don't need me talking to him, but consider it a professional courtesy. Look, we don't know what's gonna happen- what if you hit Grant so hard you break your hand? How you gonna win decisively there? You gotta think kid, look at the bigger picture and realize that as bad as you are, things happen- just look at The Graysons over at The Festival.. Who'd thought they'd die like that?"
He didn't say it to implicate himself, but the way it was put across.. was a subtle little threat in King's direction. Also, the way Sionis reached out, grabbed hold of the vodka bottle and downed another shot made him come across as an arrogant prick, but that was the price of business. If your associates didn't buy what you were selling- why should anyone else? Putting on a confident front was Rule #1 in succeeding and there's no one more confident in the world than Roman Sionis. King looked off to one of his advisors, an elderly African-American man in a pair of black dress pants and a dark blue Polo shirt as he shrugged his shoulders, seemingly in agreement with Sionis' approach. The other fellow that King had brought with him was younger and more flashy. Wearing a gold chain around his neck with a pendant that read "GOLIATH MOB" that reached his naval, he looked unsure.
"What's up, dawg? Talk to me. You not feelin' this?"
King's voice alone was intimidating, he had a certain tone that could instill fear in anyone.
"It's just.. I don't know 'bout messin' with this crowd. You crack open the door, you feel a light breeze. That breeze eventually goin' pick up and get stronger and stronger- then what was once a nice, comfortable way to do things it gets hectic and outta control. We don't need anyone micro-managing what you do, Go-"
"Go" was a nickname for King, cutting short 'Goliath,' one that was exclusive to those in his camp.
"I mean, Grant ain't no punk but we've had someone up in Starling City watchin' his movements and he slow as hell- he move like molasses. He ain't the same fighter he was, he lost a step and we know that if you miscalculate a shot, Albert King gonna knock your punkass out. I think we should skip the offer and just go on 'bout our business like we planned."
"That's cute.. it's cute. Look at you with your chain Albert bought.. thinking you're cool and hip- you're nothing. You're a yes-man that King looks to when he's unsure over what to do. Why don't you do yourself a favor and stop talking before I decide to act on impulse."
"Don't be so quick to jump. froggy."
"I don't jump.."
Straightening his posture, Roman lifted his shirt and sitting beneath it was one of his matching glocks. Taking a second to wink in victory at the man, King was taken back by the action..
"Whoa.. Whoa, it ain't like that."
"I'm gonna tell you what it's like. You and your merry band of losers see yourselves out of my house and if you decide to get mouthy, I'll make sure Mama King is paid a visit to by some really.. really bad people. I give you an opportunity and you spit in my face? Shows a lot.. And to think, I was going to make you a rich man."
"Naw Mister Sionis it ain't like that! We interested! We interested!"
Roman's attempt to drive a wedge through Albert and his associate was a smashing success, he didn't expect it to be that easy though. Even the associate that got put on the spot by Albert seemed shocked at how everything had quickly transpired.. and before he could speak up and say anything of value, King stood up- his six foot seven frame towered over the other man as he grabbed hold of the gold chain and ripped it off the man's neck. The guy fell face-first but managed to catch himself on his knees and hands before colliding with the ground. Before he could stand up, Sionis nodded which had two heavily armed Italians storm forward and grabbed the man by both arms- another smaller figure threw a burlap sack over his head.. all as he was removed from sight. King wrapped the chain around his hand and looked up in Sionis' direction-
"I'm sorry Mister Sionis- he was wrong to speak to you like that. After you talk with Grant, give us a call and let us know what you want to do. I'm on your side, I'm tired of being yanked by the chain, man. It's time I made some money and start living for me."
There was no need for a handshake, all there was was an exchange of nods before King and his associate in the Polo Shirt left the residence. Sitting back with a huge smile across his face, Roman knew that he was half-way to realizing a massive pay-day, one that would shut Cobblepot up regarding The Graysons death and buy him more time as he looked for a chink in Oswald's armor. Despite the two going back and knowing each other since childhood, Roman felt as if Oswald had gotten too big for his britches and he no longer felt that he was Cobblepot's 'underboss' rather, Sionis felt he was ready to take over the criminal enterprise and continue the business that HE, himself built. Moving his arm off of the couch, he reached down at the side and grabbed hold of his smart-phone, dialing out a number quickly. Instead of pressing the phone against his ear- he tapped the screen; the speaker button as the voice on the other end sounded off.
"What's up boss?"
"Did Grant show up?"
"Yeah he's here. You want us to send him up?"
"Do that."
Tapping the red rectangular shaped button and killing the call, Sionis tossed the phone off to the side and looked over at the door way as footsteps approached. He had sold the idea to Albert King- it took a bit of squeezing, but it worked out. Maybe King lost a friend- but he'd gain back a huge monetary reward for his loyalty to Roman when it was all said and done. Now, all Roman had to do was successfully sell Ted Grant the fact that on the night of the fight- Ted Grant puts up a valiant effort, but goes down in the 8th Round and doesn't get up. He knew it would be a much harder sell as Grant had a 'heroism' that not a lot of others shared.. but it anyone could manipulate him into doing it- it was Roman Sionis. Plus, it helped that a seven year old son was a perfectly usable pawn in Sionis' game of real life Chess- nothing was off the table with him.. which is what made him the most dangerous man in Gotham. |
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Post by Ted Grant - Wildcat on Jul 29, 2015 4:23:52 GMT
Hard sell -- This is really going to be hard for Roman Sionis. Ted Grant walked in, he saw the men that were standing around the room. They were Roman Sionis personal guard, protecting their best interest at best. Ted chuckled at first, and then Roman asked his security detail to leave them two alone. The man in suits nodded their head, listening to their boss at his will. Leaving the Boxer and the business man face to face, Roman stood up.
" Please Mister Ted take a seat "
" Mister Roman what did I do to be summoned by the most sophisticated man in Gotham "
He sat down as per Mister Sionis request. Ted had no idea who Roman is ? But this would get really interesting between these two men. Waiting to see how Mister Roman would utter his next following words. He knows how to get the job done and he wants Ted to take a dive in this match, but would Ted agree to that. If you know Ted he would never take a dive. Even if his life is depending upon it.
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Post by Roman Sionis on Jul 29, 2015 5:37:35 GMT
Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as previously thought.
Looking over at Grant, Roman picked up on that 'heroism' that he radiated- it made him sick. No-one had ever mistook Roman as a good man, the general thought was that he was rotten to the core, but the whole Goody Two-Shoes attitude Ted Grant put across was nauseating. Knowing he'd need to be liquored up in order for this to go down without Sionis shooting himself in the face- he reached down and grabbed the bottle of vodka with the crystal skull shot glass sitting at the top and turned it upside down, once the skull was at full capacity, he dropped the bottle and plucked the skull off, all as he downed the alcohol. Letting the burn- which was beginning to disappear hit his chest, he placed the cap back on the bottle and smiled- of course, it was totally fabricated.
"First, I'd like to welcome you to the greatest place on Earth; Gotham City. Also, I'm looking forward to the fight with King.. they're saying it has the possibility to crush the previous gate record.."
Not wanting to tip Grant off on his plan just yet, Sionis was going to approach the conversation very slowly. The last thing he wanted to do was come across as too desperate for the deal to go through, as he knew that selling Ted Grant the idea of losing the fight was difficult as it was.
"Ted- if I may.."
Grant nodded, all as he sat back and fixed those beady eyes on Roman.
"You've been out of the game for a while and the rules have changed. What you knew of boxing back when you were at the top of the mountain.. it's not like that these days. Between shady promoters and judges on pay-rolls.. it's hard to earn what you deserve, I know. I like to reference the Albert King and Joe Morgan, Junior fight- King had Morgan beat, hands down. But King couldn't finish him and instead it went to the judges and.. those same shady judges gave the win to Morgan and you know why? It was all for a payday, because they got rich off of that. I don't want the same thing to happen to you, why should you have your hard work and sacrifices be ripped away from you by a bunch of untrustworthy judges and promoters?"
Roman let the statement sit for a few seconds, Grant had yet to blink at him. The only movement was Ted crossing his arms over his chest and adjusting his head so he looked at Sionis with a bit of a tilt, all as Roman put enough space in between statements and continued.
"Now- word through the way is that you're struggling financially, which is why you're going to try and make a come back- and that's fine. I'm a sucker for a good comeback story, it warms the heart and sells tickets.. but Grant, Albert King is no launch-pad, the guy is a monster. Your concussions are no secret, hidden file in some hospital database, they're printed across the internet and through magazines.. it's why you stepped away in the first place.. right?"
He didn't quite expect an answer, rather- he wanted Wildcat to remember.
"So my question is; why risk it all? You've got your gym that's barely making it, you've got debt up to your ears.. more importantly, you've got your son, Ted. You've got your flesh and blood, you've got your little ragazzo- what would happen if daddy took one bad shot to the head and blacked out- only to wake up without a memory of who he is!? That the risk you're open to taking!?"
Slowly Roman was adjusting the tone of his voice to sound 'concerned' when in reality, he was just putting on an act. There was no compassion from Sionis to Grant, Ted could do the fight, take a right hand and die.. all as Sionis wouldn't bat an eye-lash at it. This was about money, not about sappy emotions- and Sionis didn't care if Grant died after the fight and his son was stuck into the worst foster home imaginable. All Roman cared about was growing his stock and showing that he was more than a formable leader.
"Ask yourself that question Grant- and then realize that I've got a way for it to all make sense. See, problems and solutions come in pairs, no matter how difficult something seems, there's always a way to fix it and benefit from the ordeal.. and I've got a way for you to not just make enough money to clear your debt- pay off your gym- but also a way to become a hero in your son's eyes and make sure that he never has to worry about not having a Christmas again due to hard times..."
Building a sense of anticipation by trailing his words, Roman brushed the tip of his nose with his thumb.
".. see, I'd never sit here and tell you that you aren't a tough son of a bitch.. 'cause you are. I'm sure you've got the ability and heart- but ability don't last forever. You're up there in age and you're making a comeback, it's not often that it's successful- so why not go out in a blaze of glory- knowing that you helped put over a kid that hit a speed-bump due to politics? King is our man- both you and I, he's everything that Gotham represents- you know that. He granted you this fight because he respects you- so why not return the favor? He didn't agree to terms because he thinks you can beat him, he did this because he felt as if Wildcat Ted Grant deserved one more big fight, and then he's done. It's a harsh reality, but it's a reality that you've gotta understand and accept. Boxing- as close to the brink of death as it is, is filled with unrealism in every which way. Unrealism in the fact that some fighters think they get better as they age like wine- when really, they rot and lose a step and destroy their legacy.. do you really want to be remembered that way? Boxers.. they live and die by the ring, but you can change that. Even.. Even say we embrace how unrealistic a comeback- a successful comeback no less- would be, how much fights do you have in you? Two.. Three.. Maybe four, and you're done? You're willing on taking time away from YOUR son, away from YOUR life.. away from YOUR bills- allowing them to stack up because.. you're proud? Pride doesn't raise a son, pride doesn't make you a better person and pride sure as hell don't pay the bills, Ted."
Roman was going to attempt to close the deal.. all as he reached beneath the throw pillow leaned up against the couch and grabbed hold of an envelope- popping out from it? Stacks of money, all $100 bills with "$100,000" in orange letters- from the First Bank of Gotham. Grant's eyes changed off of Sionis and onto the money, all before Roman smiled and brought the envelope in.
"This here.. is a cool one million dollars- I'll pay you another million ready after the fight if you decide this is something you want to do."
Brushing his thumb across the stacks of cash, Roman turned the envelope in Grant's direction, all as he held it out there for him.
"The night of the fight, you go down in the 8th- and you don't get back up. You stay down, collect your money and you do what you need to do. I know Ted.. I know right now you've got a burning pain in your heart and you know what this is? It's pride.. It hurts, it never helps. A year from now when you're with your son in Hawaii, soaking up the sun and enjoying the life of a well-t0-do FULLY retired boxer- you'll thank me. When you tune in, interested in how boxing is going and Alfred King is standing at the top of the mountain holding every heavyweight championship known to man.. you'll thank yourself, knowing that you didn't just make the right decision for yourself and family, but you made it for the sport you live and die for. So Ted.. Is pride going to stop you from getting what you deserve- or are you going to stuff pride into a box, shut that son-of-a-bitch off and cash out like you know you want.. and need to?"
Still holding the money out, it was quite the pitch. Sionis made a killing selling all sorts of stuff through elementary and intermediate, he had a silver tongue- all he needed was to be granted the chance to speak his piece.. and he did. It's the reason Cobblepot appointed Sionis as Underboss- not only did his have a way with words, but he knew how to close a deal.. and this looked like something that would definitely be the books.. |
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Post by Ted Grant - Wildcat on Jul 29, 2015 7:19:03 GMT
That's really large amount of money. It does sound tempting doesn't it. If you're offered something that huge, you would think about it for a while but yes you won't decline to say no. One thing Ted learned over the years as a boxer is that even back in his early days he went through such shady deals before. Did he survive them all ? Well he is sitting right in front of the man that is known as Roman Sionis. Ted smiled as he looked at the envelope, then glance back at the BIG MAN who made that charitable offer to him. One thing you should know about Ted -- is his pride that also comes with his nobility to do good. Good for himself, for his family, especially his son Thomas Bronson. Ted tilt his head once again, scratching the side of his forehead by his thumb and then opening his mouth.
" You made a very generous offer Mister Sionis. Now I understand why you summoned me down to your office. I am guessing you want me to take a dive, you want me take the cash and lose the fight at the eight round. Ok Rhetorically speaking I did take the cash. What would happen next ? and still being rhetorical of course. What will happen if I knock King out - by accident ? Have you ever thought about that. You see you could offer me hell lot of money. You could make many proposition you like, I am not going to say 'yes', because you want to be amused by a boxing match. Yes it's true I have debt to pay. I need money to deposit in a college fund for my kid. But when I signed on to come back to a fight not only did I signed on the paper I also read the details. The money that I am already making prior to your offer is enough money I need to pay all those financial. So what will you do next ? if I say ' no '. Because my answer is NO. I do not need your money "
It was obvious that Ted wouldn't entangle himself with that amount of money at all. As much as Roman Sionis think this would be easy for him to convince Ted to throw the fight.
" Mister Grant ", he takes another sip of his favorite Vodka, before he speaks again, " Are you sure ? Come on, it's a good beneficial deal for all of us "
" It's a good deal for you and King. Not for me. I am going to beat King. No matter how big he is ? I heard he is tall, he is a brute force, when it comes to his impeccable size. But what would happen if I beat Gotham so called Goliath down to bloody pulp and win the fight with a knock out. Will the judges would have any chance to reverse that decision. No they won't so Mister Roman Sionis, you think you can buy me and with all that background check you have on me, it is pretty useless because you really have no sense of idea who I really am ? So what are you going to do next ? Oh wait I know you will just sit here and do nothing except watch that match on your television and see me win this fight. You should be thanking me that I am not going down to the Police and have you arrested for attempted bribery. You see one thing I hate about boxing is that there are people like you who just love to play bookers whenever they want and whenever they can. You can take your offer and burn it ".
This was Ted's final decision. He wasn't going to be bribed to take a dive. He won't accept the money but less did he knew Roman doesn't like to hear 'NO' for an answer. Ted got up from his chair, and decided to walk away but before he leaves he had few departing words." Have a Good Day Mister Sionis ", now with Ted about to leave and walk out. Would there be something else Mister Sionis would add next to make his offer appealing ?
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Post by Roman Sionis on Jul 30, 2015 2:10:16 GMT
.. it was harder than Roman thought it'd be.
Roman's comfortable offer was denied- the closing of the deal, Sionis' usual strong-point had backfired and imploded in his face. It wasn't due to Roman's sales pitch being bad, rather- it was because Grant was being closed minded and didn't see the bigger picture.. as Roman said. The payoff was just a small 'thank you' for Grant's would-be services, the key was to put that money else where to double the profit. Whether or not the shots to the head Grant had took during the prime of his career impacted his thinking or not- Roman couldn't understand how stupid the man could be to not just deny the offer, but insult him [Roman] on top of it all.
"Took too much shots to the face I'm assuming.. I can't think of any other reason why you'd be stupid enough to deny this."
Dropping the envelope on the table, it was time to kick things up a gear. Roman reached out and grabbed hold of the vodka bottle, flipping it upside down, he poured a shot into the skull and downed it before placing the bottle off to the side. Grant had yet to leave Roman's presence which was all that needed to be said. He was trying to hustle Roman, he wanted to pretend like he wasn't interested.. all the mean while he was looking for a bigger cut of the pie.
"You're not stupid in the sense of being punch-drunk, you're stupid in the sense of not maximizing this quick million into more. You take this money, you have your camp leak a story of an injury during training which knocks your odds down and pushes King's through the roof. You have someone make a bet for you all as it's a round by round game, you come out.. fight- you do your thing and make people start thinking it'll be a 12 round decision and bam- you go down in the 8th. You can clear off debts- make your son proud and give up the pipe-dream of becoming successful again."
The way Sionis spoke- he had a matter-of-factly tone, it probably was annoying to the untrained ear, but it was nothing that other mobsters weren't familiar with.
"As far as your rhetoric questions go- no, I don't believe you're able to drop Albert King- and no, even if you did accept the deal and by some stroke of luck did manage to put The Goliath down, you wouldn't get far.. because even though we're business men, I'd have taken an insurance policy out on you.. your son. I'd have your son watching the fight in my suite, giving him all the ice cream, candy and soda he can take. And if you decided to try and screw me by taking my money and altering the deal we came to? I'd make sure your son never was seen again."
Again- there was that smug.. cocky approach. Roman truly felt untouchable.. and maybe in Gotham, he was.
"You can fulfil your civic duty, march yourself straight down to GCPD and file a report- I don't really care. You think you'd be the first.. And you sure as hell won't be the last. You need to understand something- Gotham is my playground. There's nothing that happens here.. that I don't know about. You wanna be a hero, Grant? Go ahead, be a hero. But don't forget that not only do I have guys in the Athletic State Commission- but I've also got a few people in at The Gazette and Herald that would be ready to rip your career down before it even got the chance to take one foot out of the ground. You are underestimating how far my reach goes.. this.. this whole meeting? I was doing this to express the respect I had for you as a boxer- you think a guy like me has time to waste on a washed-up, no--good clown like you? I send guys that are looking for jobs to meet with you- expendables.. you don't realize how big of a mess you've just created for yourself."
Letting off a twisted cackle, as much as Roman would have liked to have Grant on board.. he had a hunch it would come to this. With Grant still looking in his direction, Sionis picked the envelope with 10 stacks of $100,000- looked it over before chuckling.
"One last chance.. there's not gonna be another request. Two million upfront, another two after the fight is finished. Before you answer me, take into consideration what I've offered- think about ways to double your investment with the right betting arrangements. Right now I think you're pretty stupid- prove me wrong and do the right thing to ensure your son's future. You really want him growing up to be a punchdrunk fool like you? Give him the future you never had the chance to see- don't be selfish.. be a father- not a boxer."
Holding the envelope out towards Grant once more, Roman's bushy eyebrows lifted as he had a smirk painted across his face. Roman made good points, there was money to be made through betting- Wildcat just needed to find the right avenue and he could take the two million that he'd be paid upfront and quickly spin that into way more- plus the additional two he'd make once the fight was completed. It all boiled down to Grant's pride, would he box it up and stick it in a forgotten corner like Roman advised.. or would he continue to let his ego call the shots and squander an opportunity that he'll probably never see again? |
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Post by Ted Grant - Wildcat on Jul 30, 2015 3:35:18 GMT
Career suicide or a young son suicide. In both cases, he is murdering one of the two things that is important to him. In his mind he was racing with too many thought, either he could portray his alter ego 'WildCat' and risk his vigilante cover blown which is not a good sign. His face was sweating, he needed back up, he needed someone who could look after his son. If he takes the money it would be career suicide. Who knows Sionis could have Ted banned from boxing for taking money just to have a match stipulated on a script ? His son is really important to him.
" So what is it going to be ? Father or career. I must say you should choose wisely. We both know how much you love your little Tommy ", With Thomas mentioned by Sionis it is well cleared that Sionis knows a lot about Ted's family.
" You son of a bitch. If you even lay a hand on my son I will break your arms ", he was angry; agitated to say the least." How dare you ? You're using my own son. Sionis that is so low of you but I guess this is how you conduct your business ? So you are as corrupt as they come -- and here I thought you were just simple business man that wanted to sponsor a fighter "
He chuckled before he responded, " In fact I am sponsoring your fight Mister Theodore Grant. I am paying you more than two millions. Look around you Ted -- This isn't Starling City. This is Gotham ! MY Gotham. This city is the most grittiest cities of them all. Nobility, compassion, honesty, loyalty they are all just nothing but a stockholder's equity. Everything and anything can be bought even a mere retired washed up fighter like you "
" Sionis you will pay "
" Of course I will, Two million upfront and set of two million more after the fight ", though Roman knew very well that Ted was threatening him, but mob boss like Sionis, to him such threats are empty. There was rage echoing in Ted's mind. He wasn't happy about it and only thing he could think of doing right now is keeping son safe and sound. He had to swallow so much pride as Roman once again extended the envelope full of cash." Once again Mister Ted ! Consider my offer, this is going to be my last offer ever. You don't want your little Tommy birthday ended up into his deathday do ya ".
Ted did what was expected of him by Mister Sionis ? He finally grab the envelope, he didn't like what he was doing but his son is what matters to him the most ? He puts the envelope inside the pocket of his leather jacket and look straight up at Mister Sionis, " Atta boy "
" It's been good doing business with you ", he had a smile on his face. He stood up extending his hand, hoping Ted would the same, and he did. He notice that Ted gripped Sionis hand quite hard. He applied a very strong pressure this was due to his immense physical strength that Sionis have no idea about. Ted turned around " You son of a bitch. One day you will pay ", again Sionis didn't take Ted's threat so seriously - though the deal was made, Ted Grant has finally taken the money. So much risk is now involved. Ted doesn't want his son to be put in harms way but with a shady deal that just happened with Mister Grant and Sionis. It seems that Ted didn't had much of a choice.
" Have a good day mister Grant ", this time Sionis had those words knowing that he won the fight. Ted leaves the office with King and his men were standing outside. King was just smiling when Grant swing a punch right to King's face, broking it half by one single punch. It was not because of Ted's physical strength but it was the rage that was boiling inside him too. How will Ted come back from this ? His comeback is tarnished by a bribe. He needed to do something and something fast. He leaves the Sionis industries. He walked out on the street. He looked under his jacket, pulled out the envelope. He opens and see the two million dollar cash right inside it. He was hating himself. Now what would happen next ? We don't know.
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Post by Roman Sionis on Jul 31, 2015 4:29:41 GMT
Sucker.
With commotion from outside, Sionis let off a sigh as he stormed to the door- as he opened it, he saw Albert King clutching his face.. his jaw was crooked, he was spitting blood and the one associate he had shown up with had blood across his Polo shirt which instantly caused Roman's eyes to flare up with anger.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"The punk- he cheap shotted me!"
"Who, Grant?!"
"YEAH! I'M GONNA KILL THAT FOOL!"
Getting down to eye level with King- Sionis saw that damage had been done but nothing too significant. Whether or not Grant was attempting to use this as a message to Rome remained to be seen, but Roman was always on his game. Looking over to King's associate before King himself stood tall and clutched his jaw.
"You'll be fine- and you know why you'll be fine? 'Cause the idiot took a payout of 4 million instead of gauging his options and looking for sponsorship deals which would of put him close to over.. well over 40 million. The idiot was so worried about his stupid little son that he didn't see how much he was leaving on the table.. but with that said, he took the original deal."
King looked toward his associate, all before he shrugged his shoulders and tried to speak- it came out a bit mumbled due to the shot to the jaw he had just taken, but Sionis understood him well.
"Original deal!? How much deals you got goin' on?!"
"Well, I had one- but I decided on another because he's in need of an attitude adjustment. Original deal was he'd get 2 mil up front, 2 mil after the fight and he goes down in the 8th but you know what? I don't like that anymore.. I think it's anti-climatic. Instead, I want you to drop him in the 1st King, I'll bump your payout to 35 million. I want him to be broken- I don't want Ted Grant to see the inside of a boxing ring again.. well, I don't want him to see 'anything' again if you know what I mean..."
Roman, forever the instigator. Instead of just taking the deal he had worked out- he was changing terms, but what more could be expected of the man? To be fair, Grant did insult and threaten him, all before striking an unsuspecting Albert King which could have gone a lot worse with a medical suspension due to injury. Grant didn't think about that- he was just acting on impulse and now, that would cost him.
"I agreed to pay him another 2 mil after he went down in the 8th, I never said anything about paying him in the event he went down BEFORE the 8th.. His loss for not getting a contract drawn up by agents.. but hey.."
Shrugging- Sionis didn't care who he had to trample on his way to the top- all he cared about was about protecting his investments and making more money.. King tried to smile, but the pain was too intense all as Sionis shook his head.
"Don't worry about smiling, just get that checked out by this.. guy.."
He reached into his front pocket and pulled his smartphone, scrolling through the contact list- Sionis stopped- took a screenshot of whatever it was and forwarded it to another number- it didn't take long for King's associate's phone to sound-off with an alert, all as Roman nodded.
"That's a doc that specializes in making things go away and making sure things happen. You see a regular doctor and they're gonna wanna stop the fight 'cause of that little scratch on your face- you see him and he'll fix you up long enough to get through the fight. Take the next year off, live with your 35 mil plus the fight purse- percentage of the gate and whatever buys you get.. you'll be living lavished- kid.. and when you're ready to get Morgan in the ring and take back the strap- you let Uncle Roman know and we'll put it together."
Slapping Albert's shoulder, Roman winked at his client.
"Now give the doc a call, tell'em you're a client of mine and you'll be taken care of."
"Mister Sionis.. I'm going to bury that punk Ted Grant."
"Good.. Kill him for all I care. He deserves it after he pulled that bush-league move on you with the cheap-shot. If you're not happy when that's done, send one of your little brothers or something to tune up his son too- an eye for an eye, right?"
Reaffirming his vile ways, he nodded and lifted [and dropped] his brows a few times while firing off that smug grin before turning back into his office and closed the door behind him. Hearing the muffled voices of King and his associate move down the hall, he returned back to his seat and took a second to enjoy the moment. He'd soon to become a very rich man, as long as everything went as planned- Grant would get demolished by King in the first.. Grant would be out of a two million dollar paycheck and would be livid- Roman took this into consideration. But what Grant didn't realize was when he came back and started throwing out threats and forgetting who he was talking to- Roman would have someone- or something waiting for him, waiting to knock that chip off his shoulder. Cobblepot was a name that many had come to cower when spoken- but Roman Sionis? He'd SURPASS that and he'd make sure that he'd eclipse mobsters from all walks of Earth- this was step two in achieving that victory.. whatever Step 3 would be.. it's definitely be a sight to see. |
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