Post by Julian Savell on Jul 15, 2022 4:32:58 GMT -6
Julian Savell was a made man. This wrestling thing? He did it for sport, not the money. So, it was no surprise that Julian had his own bar inside of his giant mansion. The very same mansion that Jack Graves had broken into and assaulted Julian not too long ago. Speaking of Jack, he was currently being escorted into the home bar by one of Julian’s servants..
That’s right, Jack Graves was once again in Julian’s home.
However, this time he was invited.
A guest.
As Jack stepped into the room, Julian remained seated on a super comfortable looking couch in the middle of his mancave. Across from him was another identical couch, the two separated by a heavy ornate coffee table.
A coffee table that now replaced the one they had both crashed through in the last meeting here.
Savell had on a suit and his hair was tied back neatly in a ponytail. By the look on his face, it was clear he was ready to do business. He already had a drink sitting there across the table waiting for Jack. Buffalo Trace OFC Vintage, one of the drinks Jack asked for when Julian asked him what his poison was. Julian took a sip of his drink as Jack came walking through the door, the servant announcing his presence.
Servant: Jack Graves is here for your appointment, sir.
Julian nodded.
Julian Savell: Thank you, Clarence. You can see your way out.
Jack could hear the servant whisper ‘it’s Carl” under his breath as he leaves, and this actually gets a laugh from “The Outlaw” as Graves arches an eyebrow at Julian. It was clear that he was still not too trusting of his former nemesis, but Jack crossed the room anyway to take a seat opposite of Savell; his gator skin boots clicking across the floor as he does.
Jack was dressed like… well… Jack. He was wearing a pair of Amiri distressed jeans, a black and white paisley western style button up, and of course a Stetson hat to complete the look. He also wore the exhaustion from his Vegas hotel penthouse party he’d had with Thatcher, Nora, and Rayven the night before, but only slightly.
If there was one thing Jack was great at other than fighting? It was turning up and getting royally shitfaced, and then handling business the next day like nothing ever happened. Even if his head was pounding like a pissed off Gorilla in a metal casket.
Jack Graves: I think his name is Carl, by the way.
Jack would say with a smirk as he took a seat on the opposite couch to eyeball the already poured drink.
That’s suspicious.
There was no fucking way he was drinking an already poured drink. Julian had made it abundantly clear that he had some sort of man crush on him, and there was zero chance Jack was going to get himself roofied by a psychopath. Taking his sunglasses off, Graves tucked the earpiece in his shirt pocket to let them hang, and he looked Julian in the eyes, reading him.
Jack Graves: You don’t think I’m dumb, right? Do you REALLY think I’m going to drink something you could’ve drugged? I was born at night, but it wasn’t last night. Get Clara… CARL to come bring me the bottle and a new rocks glass.
Julian laughed and shook his head before he reached forward, grabbed the glass and drank the entire thing. He let out a ‘ahh’ sound before nodding his head.
Julian Savell: I appreciate you, Jack. You always take caution with everything and that is something to admire.
Savell snapped his fingers and a totally different server walked in this time and it was a woman. Jack’s eyes widened as she walked in, shocked at how attractive she was. The woman poured the new drink in front of Jack before Julian gave her a nod.
Julian Savell: Thanks, Samantha.
She rolled her eyes as she looked from Julian to Jack and she whispered to Graves, giving him a wink.
Servant #2: You can call me Sarah.
She then made her leave with a deliberate strut.
Jack was tempted to watch her walk away, but instead he was a good boy, keeping his eyes on Julian as he lifted his drink to his lips.
Julian Savell: Now, I’m not sure how much Rayven told you but the reason I did the things that I did was because I was asked to do so. To toughen her up and the person who asked? It was Jade Night.
Jack scoffed, sitting the empty glass back on the table to arch an eyebrow at Julian.
Jack Graves: To toughen her up? Motherfucker you threw her off a bridge!! Did Jade ask you to do that?
Julian Savell: Now, now, I know you might be upset. But hey, Jade just wanted to help build up her character. I’m sure someone like you can sit back and appreciate that, no?
Jack stares daggers at Julian, pouring himself another drink as he keeps eye contact.
Jack Graves: You didn’t answer my fuckin’ question Julian. Did Jade ask you to do that shit?
Julian cackled and shook his head before he took a drink.
Julian Savell: No. She asked me to do what I do and that’s what I did. As for that bridge? I chose that one because I knew that the drop wouldn’t be deadly, only that it would hurt… Really, really bad.
Savell paused and shrugged his shoulders.
Julian Savell: But hey, you took your pound of flesh. You got your revenge and in turn? I gave your girl some battle scars to make her stronger. You can be mad as you like but you and I both know that she needed it. Tell me I’m wrong?
Jack sat in silence for a moment, before nodding and surprisingly agreeing with him.
Jack Graves: She did. She’s too nice. It gets her walked all over. She did need a… nudge… but the bridge was too much. It almost got you killed too. I was ready to put a magazine in your chest.
Jack was brutally honest with Savell, pulling out a pair of blunts to toss one to Julian.
Jack Graves: So I’m here, you’re here.. I’m sure Rebekkah Katz is watching from somewhere. What did you bring me here for? What is your deal that you have for me? Make this shit worth my time.
Jack downed his second drink, and wiped his lips with a satisfied smack.
Jack Graves: ahh. That’s good stuff.
Julian happily took the blunt that Jack threw to him and put it between his lips before lighting it up. He took a few hits before letting out a cough.
Julian Savell: I should’ve known you’d have the good shit on you.
He raised the blunt in the air with a smirk.
Julian Savell: Now, you want to know what I want? It’s simple, Jack, I want you.
Obviously that sounded kind of homoerotic and Jack reacted to it by making a face, but before he could reply, Julian kept talking.
Julian Savell: And I don’t mean it like that. I just mean that I want you on my side. Not just you, but Thatcher Ray Nash as well. Work with me, as equals, and I will make sure you have people on your side in Liberation that will have your back. People you can trust. And then when we all need to come together?
Savell leaned back in his chair with a devilish grin.
Julian Savell: I’m sure you’ve seen what I’ve done with the Uncalled Four in Millennium. The company is ours. You could have that in Liberty. Even rise above The Society. You’re a dangerous man, Jack, but you’re reckless as well. You need people… And I mean the right people. Not someone who is fodder. You need motherfuckers who can stay on your level. Do you see where I’m going?
Jack raised his own blunt to spark it up and take a few deep drags. He let the smoke roll out of his mouth, and he “French inhaled” it back through his nose as he thought about the offer.
Finally he let out the bellowing cloud of smoke, followed by a chuckle.
Jack Graves: It’s funny that you mention the Society. You do know it was me that was letting them in, right? Becky came to me and wanted me to be her muscle. A pawn. I told her I’d be an equal. That I don’t follow or answer to anyone. She clearly didn’t want that…because well… you see where we’re at.
Jack took another draw of his backwoods, and he leaned forward to pour them both another drink.
Jack Graves: There are stipulations though. Starting with Katz. She’s my bodyguard now, and you get to foot the bill. After all, you are daddy warbucks right?
Graves paused, shaking his head at Julian to non-verbally warn him not to make a comment about calling him “daddy” anything.
Jack Graves: I also wouldn’t say no to a little bonus on my Liberty salary under the table. You know, shit is expensive out here.
Julian’s eyes widened at the mention of Rebekkah. He knew how capable she was, but even if she went over to Jack? He knew she would be in good hands. Julian nodded before taking another hit from the blunt.
Julian Savell: You drive a hard bargain, Jack. She’s all yours. Besides, I think I could ask Chloe for some extra security. It could give us someone in Liberty and in Millennium. As for money?
Julian grinned before he stood up from his chair and walked over behind the bar. He seemed to grab something and when he came back out from behind it? He had a briefcase in his hand.
Julian Savell: I had a feeling that you would ask for that. The thing is? Anyone who aligns with me will be taken care of and this? This is a year worth of pay.
He placed the briefcase on the table and opened it up and it was filled with 100 dollar bills.
Julian Savell: For now, Rebekkah is yours. As for the rest of our business? I’ll fill you in on the details later. Just be ready. So…Do we have a deal?
Jack eyed the money, smoke rolling from the tip of the backwoods as he thought about the offer. He hadn’t seen this much cash up front since he was selling drugs. This? It was legal. There was no prison attached to this case.
Jack Graves: Looking at this reminds me of the old days.
It was a tough choice. Deep down he knew Rayven didn’t want this. He knew that she wanted nothing to do with Julian Savell. Deep down, Jack really didn’t either after everything that had happened. He didn’t trust him, and he was going to keep him at arm's length until he proved himself. But the money was hard to pass up and Rebekkah Katz was even more valuable. Jack had found that out first hand when he’d tangled with Julian.
If he hadn’t waited for her to leave the night he invaded Julian’s home, one or both of them would be dead… and it would probably have been ol’ Jackie Graves.
Finally, Jack stood and closed the case before offering his hand.
Jack Graves: Fuck it, I’m in. I’d say you could tell Katz but I’m sure she’s listening. Also, I need a ride. She can drive right? I know she can fight, shoot, and taze fools but I’m a liiiiitttle over the limit.
Julian extended his hand and grabbed Jack’s and squeezed before they shook on it.
Julian Savell: A deal is a deal. As for Katz? Of course she’s listening.
He let go of Jack’s hand and nodded.
Julian Savell: There’s a car waiting for you outside. Rebekkah will be there and so will those bottles you requested, along with some money for your friend, Thatcher. As for whatever blowback you might get for this? Just remind your bird that you won’t be working directly with me.
Julian grabbed his drink and finished it off before he nodded.
Julian Savell: But when the time comes? Either over in Liberation or in MWE? There will be a time where one of the sides will be called upon to help the other. Until then? Let’s take over the wrestling world.
Jack gave him a nod, and a simple shrug.
Jack Graves: Money and power. That’s what talks. I think she will be alright. I’ll see you soon Julian. Maybe Katz and I will visit Millennium sometime. You never know.
With a smug salute, Jack turned and made his way to the door to vanish off into the night, leaving Julian alone with the fireplace illuminating his wicked, plotting grin.
That’s right, Jack Graves was once again in Julian’s home.
However, this time he was invited.
A guest.
As Jack stepped into the room, Julian remained seated on a super comfortable looking couch in the middle of his mancave. Across from him was another identical couch, the two separated by a heavy ornate coffee table.
A coffee table that now replaced the one they had both crashed through in the last meeting here.
Savell had on a suit and his hair was tied back neatly in a ponytail. By the look on his face, it was clear he was ready to do business. He already had a drink sitting there across the table waiting for Jack. Buffalo Trace OFC Vintage, one of the drinks Jack asked for when Julian asked him what his poison was. Julian took a sip of his drink as Jack came walking through the door, the servant announcing his presence.
Servant: Jack Graves is here for your appointment, sir.
Julian nodded.
Julian Savell: Thank you, Clarence. You can see your way out.
Jack could hear the servant whisper ‘it’s Carl” under his breath as he leaves, and this actually gets a laugh from “The Outlaw” as Graves arches an eyebrow at Julian. It was clear that he was still not too trusting of his former nemesis, but Jack crossed the room anyway to take a seat opposite of Savell; his gator skin boots clicking across the floor as he does.
Jack was dressed like… well… Jack. He was wearing a pair of Amiri distressed jeans, a black and white paisley western style button up, and of course a Stetson hat to complete the look. He also wore the exhaustion from his Vegas hotel penthouse party he’d had with Thatcher, Nora, and Rayven the night before, but only slightly.
If there was one thing Jack was great at other than fighting? It was turning up and getting royally shitfaced, and then handling business the next day like nothing ever happened. Even if his head was pounding like a pissed off Gorilla in a metal casket.
Jack Graves: I think his name is Carl, by the way.
Jack would say with a smirk as he took a seat on the opposite couch to eyeball the already poured drink.
That’s suspicious.
There was no fucking way he was drinking an already poured drink. Julian had made it abundantly clear that he had some sort of man crush on him, and there was zero chance Jack was going to get himself roofied by a psychopath. Taking his sunglasses off, Graves tucked the earpiece in his shirt pocket to let them hang, and he looked Julian in the eyes, reading him.
Jack Graves: You don’t think I’m dumb, right? Do you REALLY think I’m going to drink something you could’ve drugged? I was born at night, but it wasn’t last night. Get Clara… CARL to come bring me the bottle and a new rocks glass.
Julian laughed and shook his head before he reached forward, grabbed the glass and drank the entire thing. He let out a ‘ahh’ sound before nodding his head.
Julian Savell: I appreciate you, Jack. You always take caution with everything and that is something to admire.
Savell snapped his fingers and a totally different server walked in this time and it was a woman. Jack’s eyes widened as she walked in, shocked at how attractive she was. The woman poured the new drink in front of Jack before Julian gave her a nod.
Julian Savell: Thanks, Samantha.
She rolled her eyes as she looked from Julian to Jack and she whispered to Graves, giving him a wink.
Servant #2: You can call me Sarah.
She then made her leave with a deliberate strut.
Jack was tempted to watch her walk away, but instead he was a good boy, keeping his eyes on Julian as he lifted his drink to his lips.
Julian Savell: Now, I’m not sure how much Rayven told you but the reason I did the things that I did was because I was asked to do so. To toughen her up and the person who asked? It was Jade Night.
Jack scoffed, sitting the empty glass back on the table to arch an eyebrow at Julian.
Jack Graves: To toughen her up? Motherfucker you threw her off a bridge!! Did Jade ask you to do that?
Julian Savell: Now, now, I know you might be upset. But hey, Jade just wanted to help build up her character. I’m sure someone like you can sit back and appreciate that, no?
Jack stares daggers at Julian, pouring himself another drink as he keeps eye contact.
Jack Graves: You didn’t answer my fuckin’ question Julian. Did Jade ask you to do that shit?
Julian cackled and shook his head before he took a drink.
Julian Savell: No. She asked me to do what I do and that’s what I did. As for that bridge? I chose that one because I knew that the drop wouldn’t be deadly, only that it would hurt… Really, really bad.
Savell paused and shrugged his shoulders.
Julian Savell: But hey, you took your pound of flesh. You got your revenge and in turn? I gave your girl some battle scars to make her stronger. You can be mad as you like but you and I both know that she needed it. Tell me I’m wrong?
Jack sat in silence for a moment, before nodding and surprisingly agreeing with him.
Jack Graves: She did. She’s too nice. It gets her walked all over. She did need a… nudge… but the bridge was too much. It almost got you killed too. I was ready to put a magazine in your chest.
Jack was brutally honest with Savell, pulling out a pair of blunts to toss one to Julian.
Jack Graves: So I’m here, you’re here.. I’m sure Rebekkah Katz is watching from somewhere. What did you bring me here for? What is your deal that you have for me? Make this shit worth my time.
Jack downed his second drink, and wiped his lips with a satisfied smack.
Jack Graves: ahh. That’s good stuff.
Julian happily took the blunt that Jack threw to him and put it between his lips before lighting it up. He took a few hits before letting out a cough.
Julian Savell: I should’ve known you’d have the good shit on you.
He raised the blunt in the air with a smirk.
Julian Savell: Now, you want to know what I want? It’s simple, Jack, I want you.
Obviously that sounded kind of homoerotic and Jack reacted to it by making a face, but before he could reply, Julian kept talking.
Julian Savell: And I don’t mean it like that. I just mean that I want you on my side. Not just you, but Thatcher Ray Nash as well. Work with me, as equals, and I will make sure you have people on your side in Liberation that will have your back. People you can trust. And then when we all need to come together?
Savell leaned back in his chair with a devilish grin.
Julian Savell: I’m sure you’ve seen what I’ve done with the Uncalled Four in Millennium. The company is ours. You could have that in Liberty. Even rise above The Society. You’re a dangerous man, Jack, but you’re reckless as well. You need people… And I mean the right people. Not someone who is fodder. You need motherfuckers who can stay on your level. Do you see where I’m going?
Jack raised his own blunt to spark it up and take a few deep drags. He let the smoke roll out of his mouth, and he “French inhaled” it back through his nose as he thought about the offer.
Finally he let out the bellowing cloud of smoke, followed by a chuckle.
Jack Graves: It’s funny that you mention the Society. You do know it was me that was letting them in, right? Becky came to me and wanted me to be her muscle. A pawn. I told her I’d be an equal. That I don’t follow or answer to anyone. She clearly didn’t want that…because well… you see where we’re at.
Jack took another draw of his backwoods, and he leaned forward to pour them both another drink.
Jack Graves: There are stipulations though. Starting with Katz. She’s my bodyguard now, and you get to foot the bill. After all, you are daddy warbucks right?
Graves paused, shaking his head at Julian to non-verbally warn him not to make a comment about calling him “daddy” anything.
Jack Graves: I also wouldn’t say no to a little bonus on my Liberty salary under the table. You know, shit is expensive out here.
Julian’s eyes widened at the mention of Rebekkah. He knew how capable she was, but even if she went over to Jack? He knew she would be in good hands. Julian nodded before taking another hit from the blunt.
Julian Savell: You drive a hard bargain, Jack. She’s all yours. Besides, I think I could ask Chloe for some extra security. It could give us someone in Liberty and in Millennium. As for money?
Julian grinned before he stood up from his chair and walked over behind the bar. He seemed to grab something and when he came back out from behind it? He had a briefcase in his hand.
Julian Savell: I had a feeling that you would ask for that. The thing is? Anyone who aligns with me will be taken care of and this? This is a year worth of pay.
He placed the briefcase on the table and opened it up and it was filled with 100 dollar bills.
Julian Savell: For now, Rebekkah is yours. As for the rest of our business? I’ll fill you in on the details later. Just be ready. So…Do we have a deal?
Jack eyed the money, smoke rolling from the tip of the backwoods as he thought about the offer. He hadn’t seen this much cash up front since he was selling drugs. This? It was legal. There was no prison attached to this case.
Jack Graves: Looking at this reminds me of the old days.
It was a tough choice. Deep down he knew Rayven didn’t want this. He knew that she wanted nothing to do with Julian Savell. Deep down, Jack really didn’t either after everything that had happened. He didn’t trust him, and he was going to keep him at arm's length until he proved himself. But the money was hard to pass up and Rebekkah Katz was even more valuable. Jack had found that out first hand when he’d tangled with Julian.
If he hadn’t waited for her to leave the night he invaded Julian’s home, one or both of them would be dead… and it would probably have been ol’ Jackie Graves.
Finally, Jack stood and closed the case before offering his hand.
Jack Graves: Fuck it, I’m in. I’d say you could tell Katz but I’m sure she’s listening. Also, I need a ride. She can drive right? I know she can fight, shoot, and taze fools but I’m a liiiiitttle over the limit.
Julian extended his hand and grabbed Jack’s and squeezed before they shook on it.
Julian Savell: A deal is a deal. As for Katz? Of course she’s listening.
He let go of Jack’s hand and nodded.
Julian Savell: There’s a car waiting for you outside. Rebekkah will be there and so will those bottles you requested, along with some money for your friend, Thatcher. As for whatever blowback you might get for this? Just remind your bird that you won’t be working directly with me.
Julian grabbed his drink and finished it off before he nodded.
Julian Savell: But when the time comes? Either over in Liberation or in MWE? There will be a time where one of the sides will be called upon to help the other. Until then? Let’s take over the wrestling world.
Jack gave him a nod, and a simple shrug.
Jack Graves: Money and power. That’s what talks. I think she will be alright. I’ll see you soon Julian. Maybe Katz and I will visit Millennium sometime. You never know.
With a smug salute, Jack turned and made his way to the door to vanish off into the night, leaving Julian alone with the fireplace illuminating his wicked, plotting grin.