'dril-i-i-i-ing.. dril-i-i-i-ing.. dril-i-i-i-ing..'
Went the ringing of Emiko's phone, set on speaker, while she glared down on the monitors before her.
Fuming at the many irritations of this match alone, setting off a whole haywire of problems!
'dril-i-i-i-ing.. dril-i-i-i-ing.. dril-i-i-i-ing..'
Oh, keep her waiting, eh?! More heat build up to blow steam through the line!
"Hey, Miss Sone. What's up?!" Came a breezy answer, that knew no issue in the world!
"Smek.. It's Sone-Leone, and I'll tell you what's up. Tiger Hat hasn't showed up yet!" Mrs. Sone-Lone snapped!
"Oh, this is Sam. Did you call Tiger?" Sam replied simply, with a simple question.
Rolling her eye, Emiko answered back. "Why would I, when you handled that with Cartwright's team!" She smartly cornered him!
"Well.. I did handle the team captains, but you still gotta individually let the members know. You did let each member know, right?" Smart Sam, breaking it down!
Anger visibly leaving Emiko's face, while realizing concern, began winding down on her!
"Smek, I hired you as talent relations to handle all this! Are you telling me Tiger Hat is not showing up?!" Firing back, refusing to accept this fault!
"It's.. Sam. And you pulling a sudden last minute tournament, calling for talent outside of the company.. It's not going to be a smooth landing." Smooth answer, Sam!
"Ok, so let's go over this.. Leone's are already in the mix, I'm personally handling everything with MMI, and I left the rest with you.."
Mrs. Sone-Leone, starting to sweat, quickly getting all her ducks in a row!
"Yeah, Cart's boys are close, what he knows, they know. You knew that, and that's why you dropped it on my lap. Guess Tiger isn't all in.
And it wasn't an easy track, getting ahold of Salem. He confirmed his team, your aunt and your pal Trent. Signing a WWF Champ is your bag."
