Non-negotiable (Byson)

[Marcus Casey]

Marcus could have spent a perfectly good Tuesday afternoon like this one training in the gym. But, owing to his current "Free Agent" status, he had spent the morning on a plane, journeying from Wisconsin to Montana. His crack legal team, of one, had spent time, as instructed, going over the various contracts he had been offered from different companies and had finally provided him with all the answers. His time with Wisconsin All Pro had been good, but the money, and the perks, and the contract in general had left quite a bit to be desired. This time, he wasn't making any mistakes. Alright, he was probably going to make mistakes, but they weren't going to be the same ones.

And so, where did that leave him? Sitting across from Byson in his office, ready to talk turkey, so to speak. Funny thing was, Marcus didn't look so business like this time, when he was finally ready to talk business. His usual suit and t-shirt get up had been exchanged for just a t-shirt and jeans today, and something about his hair said he probably had just gone as is after rolling out of bed.

Marcus: I won't lie, Byson, I'm a hot commodity right now. I've got offers, better offers, but I'm not taking them. There are companies that want to offer me more money, want to shoot me straight up to the top, want to offer me a title shot right out of the gate and my lawyer thinks I'm an idiot for doing this. I'll be honest with you, I probably am an idiot, but something about this company has piqued my interest. I'm here today to sign my contract.

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Marcus held up a hand to signal that there was something more that he had to say. He shifted in his chair for a moment and then let out a gruff laugh.

Marcus:

But, there are a few terms that will have to be met. I'm not looking to ask for much, probably won't even cost you a penny. And before you ask, I'm not looking to negotiate.[/color][/center]

[Byson]

Byson chuckled, knowing he wanted to have Marcus Casey as part of the roster, he had always admired the talented young man.

Byson: Marcus, I have watched you, I watched your training, I watched your try out match, and I see the future of my company, right before my eyes! Someone who can take the ball, HOLD IT, and run with it.

Byson opens his hands, letting Marcus know he was safe.

Byson: Whatever you need, let's talk.

[Marcus Casey]

It was always nice to recieve a warm welcome. Marcus was rather sure that this wasn't a clever ploy to keep him from changing his mind, but then again, he wasn't much of a thinking man, really.

Marcus: Don't publicize my hiring.

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Something of an odd demand, really. But he did have his reasons. A smirk formed on his face as he spent a few moments waiting to see how he would react to that.

Marcus: I will, however, announce that ICW has landed Marcus Casey as the newest addition to their roster. At Last Man Standing.

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Marcus took all of a half a moment to adjust his chair, his smirk fading easily enough.

Marcus: Right before your tag team match. I'll make sure you get press for it. And there is one other thing.

[Byson]

Byson smiles, not normally enjoying to be talked down to, but he admired Marcus, and didn't say a word against it.

Byson: Shoot.

[Marcus Casey]

Marcus was all smiles as he settled back into his chair.

Marcus: I already have an opponent in mind for my in ring debut at your next Mayhem.

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The pause was probably just for effect, he could have just as easily spit out his entire answer right then and there. Marcus tipped his head from left to right, popping it before continuing.

Marcus: Madison Manson.

Which, really, made for an interesting choice. Why would a man who had talent and potential want to debut against arguably the most violent woman they employed?

[Byson]

Byson's eyes went wide, he didn't understand it. Why not Ralph? Why not TKD? Why not Hustla? People with talent, but not such a violent reign.

Byson: (laughing) Let me bring out some bio's for you to take a look at. We have tons of people in the fed you could choose from, MUCH better first choices, just have a look.

Byson spread the sheets across the desk. He was a fan of Marcus, he also knew the violent path that Madison left behind her everywhere she went.

[Marcus Casey]

Marcus had expected that his request was going to illicit some sort of a response, but he hadn't really considered what that response would be. He responded to the wide eyed look with a dismissive laugh and then set his hand down on top of the bio sheets that Byson set out for him.

Marcus: Like I said, I'm not here to negotiate.

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Marcus sorted the papers into a neat stack and then stood up from his seat.

Marcus: So, do we have a deal?

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[Byson]

Byson rubs his chin, spinning in his chair.

Byson: Can I ask why her?

[Marcus Casey]

Marcus spent a moment watching Byson, shaking his head as the man spun around in his chair. He laughed and then slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Marcus: You can ask. You're the man in charge, ask anything you want.

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So, there was a part of Marcus that liked to be a smart ass from time to time. His face contorted into something of a smirk.

Marcus: All I'm going to tell you is that all will be revealed, at your Pay-Per-View.

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[Byson]

Byson held the contract in his hands a few seconds before signing his part and pushing it across the desk to Marcus Casey.

Byson: Sign it, I won't ask anymore questions, just trust you know what youre doing.

[Marcus Casey]

Marcus produced a Mont Blanc fountain pen from the pocket of his jeans, sitting back down as Byson slid the contract across the desk.

Marcus: You're a man with vision. I can appreciate that.

He opened the pen and set it to the line on the contract, signing it and then passing it back across the desk.

Marcus: And as for her, trust me. She won't know what hit her.

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