"So a billion dollar play boy thinks he can take the credit of the greatest racing sport of the world? I'll tell you, I've won more battles than I've lost and this will be no exception. Even if Donald Rever won this takeover he would surely fail."
"Yes I know this may seem completely out of character for Rever Internationals but I assure you the World Tour will grow and engage in much greater risk. Let's face it, time has caught up with Ms. Osben it is only a matter of time and in order for the legacy to live on we must sacrifice. Thank you."
"Well weren't you subtle much were you Mr. Rever" Ms. Osben taunted Donald sitting over the table laughing.
"Oh you love it woman." he said turning to her with a grin. "You know where it will go if you just gave me the event. World Tour will grow past street races." he stated getting up from his seat "More cars more weapons more destruction! Everything the our audience love."
Ms. Osben then started chuckle "And what about the face of World Tour, Deadman?"
"It's a man in a mask." Rever said stated "I can have twenty Deadmen around the world, I'll let the fans decide which one is real."
"Here's a fact," Ms. Osben replied "Deadman has won twenty-five races. The fans all know that, he's planning to retire after the next few races. How will your copycat event work when the star is gone."
Rever shrugged thinking to himself. He was never a man for stopping at obstacles but creating a battering ram through his problems.
Ms. Osben sighed shaking her head "You realize if you change the rules, your going to lose your audience. Payback's a bitch my boy." she taunted walking out the room with a slight grin.
Rever got up looking at his assistant "Quick, get me the driver. Bring me Leo Lode."