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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 5:37 pm
Brantley left the FBI Agent only to be followed by another one. He sat on a couch with a frustrated face. He looked at the agent waiting on questions. The agent started off, ready to interview Summers with the hard knock, hardball questions.
"Summers, we are not your average FBI Agents. We are in fact, WWFGBI Agents. We realize how awful that sounds and that it doesn't work for us at all, but that doesn't change the fact that we are an ever serious threat to your job and everything that you do. So why don't you just sit there and cooperate with us on the questions we have."
"Alright, cut to the chase. Fire them out. Beat me off." Summers said as a snarky reply.
The agent rolled his eyes and sighed before beginning his questioning of Summers on his WWFG time. "In your time with WWFG, you have been Diefic Champion, three time Undisputed Tag Champion, and have Main Evented Wrestlemania before you just up and left. What happened that led you to just disappearing after Wrestlemania?"
Summers looked into the eyes of the agent. The question hit him somewhere below the belt and he didn't appreciate that. It seemed these people were almost here just to insult them. Brantley stood up in a fit of rage and yelled at the agent, "You know damn well why I just disappeared! You people put me in this looney bin because I was a threat to the Undisputed Championship and Intercontinental Championship! You all thought Summers was going to take over WWFG and tried to prevent that by locking me in a jacket and putting me in a padded room. This was supposed to be just a rehab center. You said I had an alcohol problem.. This is no rehab center! This is a mental asylum! A PRISON! You've stuck these people in here because they're threatening you didn't you?!" Brantley continued his screaming rant before nurses came to restrain him. They injected him with some drug and wrapped him up in his jacket.
One, supposedly kind nurse asked Mr. Summers, "Now you answer this kind man truthfully now ya' hear?"
Summers slowly nodded as the agent took some notes on a clipoard. The camera zoomed into the board and noticed the checks under intensity, tenacity, and emotion. The box left blank was stability. He kept the pencil, ready to make changes at any moment. Summers looked much more calm than before so the agent continued, "So you were here this whole time?"
"Yes," Summers replied.
"Do you think you can come back to the ring?" The agent asked.
"Yes," Summers replied.
"Are you going to win the Royal Rumble?" The agent asked with one eye brow cocked as he kept taking notes. He had a cheap smirk on his face and didn't try to hide it from the drug induced Summers.
"Yes," Summers replied.
"Are you going to win the Intercontinental Championship, headline Wrestlemania, and win the Undisputed Championship?" The agent stopped his writing for a second and just hovered over one box determining whether or not to check the box.
"Yes!" Summers replied standing up breathing heavily, with a very angry expression ready to break out of his jacket.
"He's ready." The agent said as he checked the box, stood up and led the fight ready Summers out of the rehab center to the WWFG arena for his first match since being captured and stuck in the rehab pit of doom while Summers was stuck in the jacket.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 9:53 am
Cartwright and Figgy look at each other as Brantley gets drugged and eventually released.
Cartwright: "*whispering* I don't like needles! But all we have to do is take the shot, say yes and we're done here? Great!"
Figgy: "*whispering* No, don't take the shot! The government control our minds with them. Avoid the shot at all costs."
The WWFGBI Agent/Doctor/Evil Overlord turns his attention to Team Insane.
WWFGBI: "Right then you two. Same deal. So let's start with the basics. Do you both call yourself Team Insane?"
Figgy: "Yes."
Cartwright: "No. Everyone has misheard us. We are Team We Are Sane. That's why we shouldn't be here."
Figgy and the agent person look at Cartwright, who appears all sweet with a cheery smile on his face.
WWFGBI: "Are you the WWFG World Tag Team Champions?"
Figgy: "Yes."
Cartwright: "Well duuuuuuuuuuh! We have them here right in-front of you."
WWFGBI: "And do we you like fluffy, furry animals?"
Figgy: "Yes. I love Hello Kitty very much."
Cartwright: "Kitty.....cat.....NO! I HATE THEM SO MUCH! I HATE ANIMALS! ESPECIALLY BEARS! NO!"
The agent shakes his head as Cartwright begins to shout louder and louder about his hate for animals of all kinds. Figgy face-palms as he knows what's coming next.
WWFGBI: "Restrain him."
Cartwright goes crazy and starts running around the place as the nurses chase him with a straight-jacket. Figgy suddenly starts running around as well when he notices that one of them has a needle in her hand.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:56 pm
As Cart was put into his own straight jacket, the doctor finally came to Rebz. The only person who hasn't made as much noise as the others, but still has a problem like everyone else, whether it's their sanity or their actions.
Doctor: "Rebecca, from my studies, WWFG was the first wrestling company you ever joined after your previous anger management classes when you... Got out of juvenile and some wrestling training right?"
Rebz: "Right..." Rebz sounding very uninterested in the conversation, ready to get the hell out.
Doctor: "And in a just few months of your time in WWFG, you won a rookie show called For Sale, that promised you a future title shot, right?"
Rebz: "Yeah..."
Doctor: "You went on to become the Bruiser Champion for 8 months, before finally taking your leave from FG after your Wrestlemania match against Baby Dragon?"
Rebz: "Okay, where is this going? And how is this helping me? I have a rumble to win next card, and if I'm in it, I plan to win the major royal rumble to capture the Undisputed Championship. We done here?"
Doctor: "Do you promise to never show up drunk to a match again, making a fool out of yourself?"
Rebz: "Yeah sure whatevz can I go now?"
The doctor nodded to the FBI agent to escort Rebz out of the room, instead, she wasn't given a straight jacket because she wasn't insane. However, they will always know when she lays another hand on a bottle of alcohol. There was only one person left in the room not yet interviewed, even though he is just supervising... He has shown signs that he's lost his sanity...
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 2:34 am
Jed smiled and laughed as Cart was running around, but soon stopped as he noticed the cameras.
Doctor: Jed, now you were only suppose to be here to supervise, however I wouldn't be doing my job with out question your sanity.
Jed: What are you talking about doctor? "Jed looked at the doctor and glanced at the pirate map for a second then back at the doctor. "
Doctor: Well it seems like you are yourself, Jed. Are you back on Pain Killers?
Jed: "Jed looked at the doctor with a serous look on his face. " Why do you ask this, That's none of our concern, but no I am not back to using pain Killers.
Doctor: Well..Okay.. How about any other form of drugs? Steroids for example?
Jed: " Jed wasn't smiling as he was now getting mad.." You're kidding me... Why are you asking all these questions, in fact why am I here? I don't care if a Gm has to supervisie this I can leave when ever I want to. There are two other gms that can supervise this... " Jed stood up and started to head to the door when the doctor began to speak again."
Doctor:WELL.... The reason you were asked to supervision this was because...Well as of late you've shown signs that you might not be a good pick to stay as general manager of the World Wrestling Federation Guild..
Jed:" Jed stopped right in front of the door as his job was being question. " You must be kidding me.
Doctor: I'm not kidding you. In fact right now WWFG is starting to become an Asylum of sorts. You have Bears running around, wrestler drinking during a match. Hell you even promise a rookie a chance to shine, only for you to lie to him about it this show... So you can leave if you want to, just know one thing.. You are being reviewed.
Jed was mad before, but now he was furious as he was told he could no longer be a general manager of the World Wrestling Federation Guild.
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