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 Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:23 pm
Matt sat within his office after the contract signing of the evening, leaned back in his exquisite leather chair with his fingers rubbing his temples. The constant interruptions and lack of things going his way during the show were getting to the veteran, but some time to relax would surely be beneficial for his health.
"... Mr. Shanahan? A-are you okay? You've been sitting there f-for like half an hour... t-the show is still going, you know?" Mindy, the man's young assistant piped up from a chair near the door, gazing at the General Manager with a confused look of concern. After all, she hadn't seen Matt under a lot of stress just yet.
"I set up the card, everyone's here tonight, how am I needed any further?" Matt muttered through barely parted lips while continuing to massage his temples, trying his best to tune everything out for the time being. "I'm certain people can be mature and handle their own problems for the time being... is that so much to ask for, Mindy?"
When suddenly...
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:27 pm
2.0 burst into the room without kicking the door in or anything, but making a huge bustle about his arrival. Sputtering angrily he was almost impossible to understand, slamming the door, which opened outward into the hallway rather than into the room, behind him.
"Whatdoyouthinkyou'redoingtalkingtotalentlikethatandputtingmynameonshitwhereitdoesn'tbelong. WhyifthiswasmycompanyI'dneverstandforthis!" King shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his arms and kicking his legs in exaggerated rage.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:33 pm
Matt's eyes went wide with shock at the shockwave of noise that bounced around his room. He seemed completely stunned, staring off into space for a few moments before composing himself; his eyes locked onto the man who caused it. Kelly King, the new 'Head of Talent Relations'. Matt's reaction was clearly delayed, but he matched King's volume just as easily.
"What... the... ******** DO YOU WANT?!" Matt roared with irritation clear in his features. Despite his change in mood, the General Manager stayed leaned back in his chair, not bothering to get on King's level for this one. The immediate noises and shouting between the two men happened far too quick for Mindy to make a composed response to it all, taking to letting out a quick squeak and sinking back into her chair in the corner.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:38 pm
"You can't just use the opening of your shows to run down the talent on the roster in front of the crowd! People like Trent are the future of our business! If you make them look like a cockroach or that little white crusty stuff that gets at the corners of your mouth when you're really thirsty, no one is going to buy a ticket to see them get the s**t BEAT OUT OF THEM!" King shouted, kicking up dirt on the carpet.
"And where do you get off bugging my room! I never talked to you about Jarel AT ALL and yet BAM THERES MY NAME ALL OVER YOUR SHITTY NO INTERFERENCE edict for the title match!"
Meanwhile Railery's head covertly peaks up over the edge of the office window, unspotted by any three of the occupants. He ducks back down and lifts a walkie-talkie to his mask. "House Rules to Stacked Deck. House Rules to Stacked Deck. The Ace is In The Hole. I repeat the Ace is in the Hole."
"Zzzzztttccchhttt... Don't call me that."
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:48 pm
"I'm sorry, I'm not gonna have some hot-mouthed ******** come disrespect -me- in my goddamn ring that I ******** pay for with my own money! I'm not you, I don't let people walk all over me, MISTER TALENT RELATIONS! Secondly, you signed the contract when we talked about it last week! I already had the ********' provision in place because of that dimwit's goonsquad! I'm sorry, I'm not gonna let -my- world champion get ******** over on his first defense! Once AGAIN! I'M NOT YOU!"
Matt stood up from his chair and slammed his hands down onto his desk, glaring right at Kelly King, "And where the ******** do you get off on yelling in front of a ********' lady? Just because you don't respect them doesn't mean you aren't gonna show MINDY SOME GODDAMN RESPECT!" Matt hissed through his teeth while pointing furiously at his assistant, who was busying cowering in her chair and tapping on her PDA, pretending the two didn't exist. The look of shock and fear on her face said otherwise. She didn't like yelling.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:01 am
Kayla came up beside Railery outside of the window, and she leaned up to peak inside as well. With a quiet gasp, she looked over at her twin brother. "But Carmyne! Daddy's in there too!"
Railery looked over at his sister for a brief moment as he went down to grab a large railroad spike gun, used by construction workers to lay down rail for trains. He also hoisted up some cast-iron metal bars, looking sizable enough to cover the entire window. "So? ******** him." He said with a nonchalant laugh.
King looked at Matt with bulging eyes as he was shouted at by Matt about shouting in front of Mindy. "Hey, ******** off for a second." He said with a finger in Matt's face, turning to Mindy. "Sorry about the shouting, darlin'. Just gotta teach this amateur how to run his own company." He said and then RETURNED TO SHOUTING AT MATT. "You may not be me, but your BUDGET is me, and I represent your investors. I'm here to ******** stay and you better get used to it!"
Their raised voices would likely prevent them from hearing the loud grind of metal on cement. Outside the hallway, the large muscle-bound Serenno King was pushing not one but two soda and candy machines along the hallway from around the corner of Matt's office. He was working up a sweat, but it seemed like he was making progress. Slowly but surely, the machines ended up firmly in front of the Office door, which would prevent it from opening outward. Not only that, it completely hid the door from view from the outside. Serenno backed away from his handywork and reached into his wrestling tights crotch area, producing the walkie talkie... but his crotch seemed to keep the exact same amount of bulge. Ladies. "Phase two, Carmyne."
"Zzzttcchhtt. C'mon. Say it. You know you want to."
Serenno stared at the walkie talkie angrily, face completely serious. "Stacked Deck to House Rules. We have a Full House. Over." He rolled his eyes.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:09 am
"AMATEUR?!" Matt screamed at King, getting inches from his face with bared teeth, ready to flip his desk onto the opposite man. "Guess what, King?! I might be an 'amateur', but last I recall, BBW is FAR more successful than FFA -ever- will be." The General Manager was quiet in his words, narrowed eyes piercing right into his former friend's.
"Once again!" Matt suddenly shouted, going back to his raised volume, "I don't give a ******** what you want, I run this show! What -I- say goes! You? All you are is some ********' puppet for the Board to display for all the world to see. OH LOOK! THAT ONE WASHED UP a*****e IS WORKING FOR BBW NOW! You know why?! Because that's all he's good for! That's all -you're- good for! Dressin' up in some Wal-mart brand suit and parading yourself around as a big-time investor! Ain't that right, ol' buddy ol' pal!?"
Unfortunately, Matt was indeed oblivious to the brats plotting against him. At this point, he was even oblivious to Mindy's presence in the room.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:15 am
"Oh! OH! Washed up am I? That's big talk coming from a guy who thinks he can get away with wrestling every six months in between sessions being depressingly alone while thinking of Christina Parks at night. Remember, I saved all my money and invested in this suit that is worth more than that truck you drive. That truck you can't afford the body work to fix ever since you smashed it into my house, which I was easily able to pay off in one match--" King paused in the middle of his rebuttle to look over his shoulder at the door to the office. "...What is that humming noise?"
As King asked that, there was a sudden KACHINK noise. And then a second. And a third and fourth. Plaster and cement shot into the room from the outside as giant rail road spikes were fired through the wall, sticking inside the wall in a perfect rectangle around the window. The window that was now sporting bars like a prison cell right outside the glass pane.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:27 am
Matt's rebuttal to King's own rebuttal was going to be that of a fist to the face at this point. Literally, Matt was just going to punch King in the face and be done with it. He wasn't going to take lip from a guy who wore Wal-Mart suits. But then suddenly, the integrity of the left wall of his office was compromised by rail-road spikes shooting through it, causing Matt to jump back and stare at the source of destruction.
"WE ARE RENTING THIS ARENA GODDAMNIT!" The God of Punks wailed at the top of his lungs before lunging at the window, his hands gripping the seal of it with enough force to threaten damage. His eyes locked onto Railery on the otherwise, only adding more fuel to the fire.
"I GOT YOU NOW YOU LITTLE s**t!" With a burst of adrenaline and ignorance to the other two in the room, Matt went hurtling towards the door and grabbed the handle, pushing hard on it to pursue the little s**t. The door wouldn't budge though, causing him to nearly bounce off of it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:32 am
King moved out of the way for the General Manager to run at the door, watching him bounce on it like a spring in Sonic the Hedgehod. He lifted his head, his mouth open in thought while he watched this. One of his hands sank into his pant pocket, pointing from the door to the now-barred window. He seemed to be wrapped up in thought.
Serenno heard the tell-tale sound of General-Manager-Bouncing-Off-A-Door-Blocked-By-Two-Vending-Machines and nodded slightly in the affirmative. He looked around and grabbed an empty trash can, lifting it up over his head and putting the small thing on top of the machines for good measure, before he turned his attention down the hall. "Alright. Phase three."
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:41 am
Once more, Matt sprinted at the door and attempted to force it open, his thick shoulder bouncing off it again. With a huff of air, he grabbed the handle and simply began to push on it furiously, hoping to overpower whatever was blocking his path. "This is the worst design for a room EVER!"
After several failed attempts at opening the door, Matt whipped his head around to glare at King, "Well?! Are you just gonna stand there making that dumb face going," Matt paused to open his mouth, bulge out his eyes and tilt his head back like Kelly was, while frantically pointing around the room to mock the man; he returned to his normal state immediately after, "or are you going to help?! Or are your precious custom K-Mart brand slacks too nice to get dirty?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:44 am
"Hmmm... If we're trapped in here... I can only imagine that something extremely bad is about to happen." King said, barely even paying attention to Matt but speaking out loud so that the big lumox would realize the predicament that BBW was currently in with the House Our Father Built possibly on the loose.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:59 am
"Oh, no s**t?! What gave that away?! Was it the barred window? Or maybe it was the fact that we can't open the door? Oh! How about this one?! Maybe it's because your brats -only- like to cause issues on my show?!"
"W-well they did tweet a-about i-"
"THANK YOU MINDY I KNOW WHAT THEY TWEETED ABOUT!" The General Manager hissed at his assistant, only causing her to shrink back into silence once more. Furious, The Storm marched over in front of his monitor and nearly knocked it over when he hit the power button. "Mindy! Contact security, I want the locker rooms watched and all entrances secured. Those little shits ain't ********' up the show tonight!"
"Y-yes s-sir...!" The girl stuttered out while typing furiously on her PDA. Poor millennial, always texting instead of calling.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:01 am
King silently walked across the room to look over Matt's shoulder, watching the monitor in interest...
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 2:07 am
[Post Beatdown]As the events of Andrew Styles' demise played out on the monitor in front of him, Shanahan went silent. No gasps of rage or exclamations about how he would end their careers left his lips. Nothing sparked an external response from the General Manager, not even the sight of Kayla using one of his coveted championships as a way to hide her breasts from the public. Inside though? Matt was breathing fire and stomping all over Washington, wanting the entire King line dead.
"I want your kids dead, King," Matt whispered through his teeth as he watched the trio stand on the stage. "I want them dead and I will make them dead." The entirety of the situation hadn't fully registered with The God of Punks just yet. We'll check back on him momentarily.======================================================== All while waiting in the office, Mindy was texting security and trying her best o prevent the inevitable from happening. By the time it started, and with Matt seeming preoccupied with the television, the young assistant dared to do something she really didn't want to do. Her blue eyes looked up to stared at the vent high up on the wall, just big enough for a small person to climb into. Security was busy trying keep the arena in one piece, and the combined strength of The Storm and The One True King wasn't going to budge that door. Plus, neither men had the figure to get into that vent.
With a reluctant look, the girl quietly stood up from her chair and reached up to the vent, just barely tall enough to grasp it by the edge and pull it down. How shoddy this room was, indeed. She lowered it down onto the seat and returned to her standing height, grasping the edge of the vent and slowly pulling herself up into it. Her legs kicked and flailed as her upper body disappeared until she managed to crawl forward and pull the rest of herself into the vent. Confined in the small, metallic rectangular tube, she looked around hopelessly at the dust, praying there weren't any bugs. "I love my job... I do... I love my job..." The poor girl whispered to herself as she began to crawl through the ventilation system.
The majority of her crawl through the vents was uneventful, except for when she crossed a spider in the middle of her path. Mindy went rigid with fear, glaring at the harmless spider like it could kill her. The girl literally sat there for probably two minutes just glaring at the insect. Finally, some force of will took over. Maybe it was her will to impress Shanahan, or get the hell out of the vents, but something gave her the strength to bring a hand up and smash it down on the bug, causing a banging echo through the ventilation shafts. A quiet squeak followed afterwards, the sound of the girl being extremely grossed out by the act that she had committed. "I-I love my job..."
Moving on, the girl continued to crawl, looking for an opening in the vents. Finally, she found a grate! Thankful for the opening, she hurriedly scurried to it and looked through the opening, hoping to be staring down a hallway. As it turned out, she was staring at the men's locker room. To a normal girl, they might not have minded catching a glimpse at some of the toned wrestlers on the roster. For Mindy? That's far from her comfort zone and it was gross. With care not to make much noticeable noise, the girl scooted down the metal tube further, hoping to find an actual exit. "I-I love my job, I do!"
After painfully suffering with the thick air in the ventilation shaft, Mindy found a grate that led to a hallway. The clumsy girl pushed on it slightly to see if she could move it, only for it to give way at her slightest nudge and set her off balance. And a cry for help, the girl fell out the side of the ventilation system and onto a crate, halting her fall to the concrete floor by a good few feet. She groaned, surely something was bruised after the fall, but she had to push on. For her boss!
Mindy rolled off the crate and shook off whatever pain ailed her, mainly in the torso section of her body. She walked down the hallway until she found two crew members, standing around drinking coffee instead of working on making BBW a more efficient show.
"E-excuse me, you two! U-uh... Mr. S-Shanahan needs everyone at his office right now, i-including you! C'mon, let's go...!" She exclaimed once she got within earshot of them, only getting a glance in return before the two went back to conversing.
"H-Hey! I'm serious! Mr. Shanahan needs help and e-everyone is required to come to his office!" The poor girl cried out at them, "Please! I don't wanna get f-fired, neither do y-you!"
The two crew members rolled their eyes at the girl and put their coffees down on the table, lethargically pacing off towards the General Manager's quarters. Not the response Mindy had hoped for, but it was a start. She followed after them, still muttering, "I love my job..." to herself.
[Will continue later today]
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