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Freakshow self consciously crosses his legs and leans back in his chair. "No, actually, I'm not." He folds his arm, perhaps a little hurt, probably just being a d**k. "I'm here, Shanahan, cause I can recognize when people need help," He shrugs, "It's my nature. Call it, uuuh, six sense or whatever. I'm a natural empath," The new yorker puts his hands up defensively, "That means I can tell you need help, and more importantly.. Your company needs help. Am I correct?"

Not so much as a beat to wait, "Of course I am. Now I know you don't want it from me. Hell, sometimes I even get the impression you don't like me. But you don't have to like me pal, you just gotta like what I can get you. Now I can't get you bigger buildings, or better equipment, and I can't make Kelly's kids behave. Charming? Yes. Intelligent? Yes. But a miracle worker I am not. But enough about what I can't do, 'cause what I can do.." He puts his cup down next to a cupholder on the desk, "Is give you one thing. One thing that can help all of it fall into place. I can get you talent. Not local talent, not enhancement talent. No no no, we're talkin' franchise players. The kind of people that will make you money. Please, stop me if none of this sounds appealing-"

"Franchise players?" Matt did indeed cut Freakshow off, taking the moment to lean forward on the desk and stare at the fellow veteran. "Franchise players? I have the likes of Salem Croft, Christina Parks, Shadow, Ryuu Sakamoto, Cartwright, Brody Robinson, Cyrus Leone -and- Vaseline Man under my roster's name, and you think that you got some big hot-shots that can pull bigger crowds than them?" It was a marvel to see someone say 'Vaseline Man' with a serious face, let alone call him a real draw for the fans.

"Unless you've got the likes of Vulture, Mike Landry, or some other washed-up hack that needs a final match, something tells me your franchise players consists of Brantley Summers and his split personalities."

Freakshow was never one to hide his emotions well. Matt learned it well over the years, and as the man got older, he seemed to get worse at it. But hey, who can blame you when your house gets burnt to the ground by a brat?

Leaning forward, Shanahan muttered the name, "Salem Croft? Is that the one? -The- BBW World Champion, Salem Croft?"

"But -what- will you do for free, Freak?" Matt insinuated, pushing into whatever Freakshow had been talking about. "Are you offering to join the roster? Are you wanting me to sign some big, bad wolf in your honor? Are you wanting a shot at the Copperhead? Tell me what you -want-. And maybe... just maybe, you'll get it. But I need answers, old chum."

"... That's my world champion you're talking about, Freakshow. What kind of General Manager would I be if I just put him up to the slaughter for you?" Matt asked with narrowed eyes, clear disdain in his voice.

"But... I can't say that your hatred doesn't entertain me. I'll tell you what... -You- bring me someone who I think is worthy of being on BBW, and maybe... maybe we'll see him up against Salem Croft in the future," Matt paused, letting a snicker flow from his lips, "But I'd watch out. That snake's got a mean bite, nowadays."

Cyrus shook his head as the blonde shut the door, and stepped up to Matt's desk. He sat down and set his briefcase in the chair next to him. The Lion sat silent for a moment, his eyes on Shanahan. "It's sad to see such a promotion, being threatened by three pups who just grew their teeth. They even took out a champion, a potential prey. It's unfortunate, but it's also annoying. Regardless, my question to you is what do you plan on doing about it?"

The Lion tilted his head and glared just as coldly back at the GM. "My concern is that they managed to take out a few wrestlers and, as they've stated, don't plan on stopping. This is a place of competition, a dangerous one, but you shouldn't have to watch your back while you're walking the halls, taking a nap, eating a cheese burger, or when you're in the restroom." Cyrus stood up and shook his head. "I'll cut to the chase." The Lion opened up the briefcase and set it in front of Matt. Cyrus' signature weapon, the staple gun rested in the case. "I'm offering my help of ridding the show of the House before it becomes even more of a disease."