Sigh.. What am I gonna do?
We find Ferbian sitting at a desk in what seems like a rather large office. He's surrounded by papers, books and staring into a computer screen, as he runs his hand through his hair, letting out another sigh.
What a week, I've been sitting in meetings every damn day, and to top it off I fought in a loosing afford against Beckford. He's good, I underestimated him and I paid the price. Now all I have to hear for is people telling me I'm not good enough, I'm never gonna cut it in this business, and that I'm never gonna amount to anything. It brings back memories.
Ferbian smiles casually, as he throws around some papers, supposedly searching for something.
Ah there it is.
Ferbian gets up, and walks to the nearest window, as he looks down at a piece of paper with the name Ferbian vs. Mr Baller vs. Jordan Lights - Lethal Lottery Qualification Match.
What am I gonna do? I got nothing on these two. They have a past with the company, experience unlike me. It was what took me down against Beckford, experience, or in my case, lack thereof. However I promised them, I promised them I wouldn't fail, I can't give up now. I've come so far, and I've got a chance to qualify for the Lethal Lottery match, the very match that can put me on top of the mountain. To face Ty Burna for the WZCW world heavyweight championship. It would be a dream come true. But for now, I got two guys who are just as eager to prove themselves and to qualify as me. I couldn't possibly expect to accomplish anything against these. Knowing my past in this company, how could I possibly expect to accomplish anything against anybody? Their talent exceeds mine by miles, even the rookies. It's hopeless, I'm hopeless.
Ferbian walks into the middle of his office, standing on top of a fur carpet that must've cost him thousands of dollars.
And on top of this, I got other things to worry about. But what should I prioritize on? My day job? There's money that needs investments, the stocks are going up, down, left and right.
Ferbian sighs.
What am I gonna do?
Ferbian seems to thoroughly ponder his situation, scratching his cheek, brushing his chin, even resorting to tugging his ear, every thinkable movement one could do with their face. Suddenly Ferbian snaps out of it.
This is going nowhere, I'm standing here like some raging lunatic, accomplishing zero. It's one or the other, Lethal Lottery, stocks, Lethal Lottery, stocks. Argh! I can't take this.
Ferbian walks over to his desk, facing his chair, as he grabs a hold of each side of it, seemingly torn by his thoughts spread like an army scattering in defeat. As all of a sudden he swiftly strikes his hand across the desk, causing everything but his computer screen to fall to the floor, or fly around in the air.
Fuck. What a mess. What now? What..
Ferbian stops, as if an idea clicks in his head.
That's it! That's what I'm gonna do, why didn't I think of this from the very beginning? I could've been wandering for hours in this wretched place trying to figure out what to do. But the answer was in my head all along. I don't have to worry about Mr Baller or Jordan Lights. They're young, brass and eager to fight, but so am I. And most importantly, they might have tasted gold already, but they're on their way down. Me? I'm on my way up, giving it my all. Also, the stocks are always rising and falling. What is a few thousand dollars? No, I'm gonna take a whole different path to this solution, a whole different path.
Ferbian rushes towards his office door, exiting as he storms past his secretary who yells out.
Mr! Sir! You forgot your jacket!
Yes Miss Muller! How foolish of me. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got things to do, things to plan, way too much to deal with to be sticking around!
Like what sir?
Don't you worry your pretty little head with that Miss. But know this, at All or Nothing, everything will be on the line. It's either Baller, Lights or me. And I plan on living up to the name of the show, I'll take it all and qualify for Lethal Lottery, or leave with nothing.
Miss Muller looks even more confused than before.
I'm not sure I follow you ?
I told you not to worry about it. But I do advice you to buy the Pay Per View, and experience the rise of a new dawn. The future of Ferbian, as I erase the past, erase all losses and replace them with victories. At All Or Nothing, I will earn my ticket to fulfill my destiny, to be remembered in the books of WZCW, no matter the cost. I won't have anybody stand in my way of reaching my goals, and that goes for Mr. Baller and Jordan Lights as well. Something which they will come to realize as I stand with my hand raised in glory. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Ferbian rushes away once again, pulling on his jacket, as poor Miss Muller sits staring in the direction Ferbian ran. All of a sudden Ferbian pops forth again
And before I forget. Could you do me a favor and sort the paperwork in my office? Don't worry, it's nothing much, you'll be done in no time. Thanks!
Ferbian runs off once again, before Miss Muller gets a chance to accept or decline. As she looks into his office, paper lying all around. This could take hours to sort, as Poor Miss Muller lets out a big sigh.
