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[This is the section where contracted wrestlers can interact and do their business. As the event is being held outdoors, the 'backstage area' is a sea of trailers, tents, and catering booths. The General Manager's Office is a large trailer near the center of the area. This thread will only be active during the Monday Massacre #9 show at the the Pappajohn Sculpture Park in Des Moines, Iowa.]

The General Manager had been sitting in his cushy leather chair within the trailer, perfectly relaxed. The show was about to begin and he'd be needed to deliver an opening address, but that could wait, right? He loved this chair.

"Come in," Matt called out nonchalantly, sat back in his chair with his eyes closed behind those classic aviators. Yes, he wears sunglasses indoors.

Matt's eyes opened to glance at Cyrus through his tinted frames, giving off a shrug afterwards. "Nope, just enjoying a nice day with a comfortable chair. Why? Did you need something?"

A quiet sigh left Matt's lips at Cyrus' clear irritation; he couldn't say it wasn't unexpected. He leaned forward in the chair and stared right ahead at the champion. "Look, I understand why you're upset. Two of the three belts are up for grabs tonight, and none of them are yours. But here's the difference; I had no contenders for your belt. That's getting changed on this show, and you'll be defending next week. And should you win, you'll defend at the Pay-Per-View right after. So two defenses in a row to make up for it. Is that okay, princess?"

Harli was seen sitting in his 2004 Nissan Patrol with a half a bottle of premix Jim Beam and Cola as he sighed heavily and placed one hand on the steering wheel while take a few mouth fulls of the Jim Beam and Cola that he had. Harli knew that he didn't really feel like he should be back at all but knew he should make the most of the time that his career may have left. He got out of his car and shut the door before locking the car and looking at it as he admired his old faithful 4x4 which had taken him on some great off road adventures in the last couple of years, he had put in quite a bit of work with the modifcations he had done to it like the 4inch lift kit, the 35' Mud terrain tyres and so many other mods. He looked up the roof top tent before having another drink of his Jim Beam before speaking to himself.

"So where does the story of "The Nightmare" go from here, what is there left for me to do. I wonder do I even enjoy professional wrestling anymore, what's it matter I better go off and get ready for my match then."

Harli threw the empty bottle at the nearest trailer before stumbling off to prepare himself mentally for tonight's tag team match. He was already dressed to wrestle.

Kelly King 2.0 sat in his chair, behind a fancy desk that probably shouldn't have been resting on the ground where it was, and definitely seemed out of place inside of a tent. He looked up from the desk at Hiro. Firstly, he grabbed a stapler out of his desk and held it close to his body, not responding to Matt Shanahan's shout at all.

Then he looked at Hiro. "That request seems a little outrageous since I basically single-handedly got you a title match this week."

Mr Payne heard a loud bang from outside his trailer.

Almost like a bottle had hit the outside of it. Mr Payne opened the door of his trailer and looked around outside for anyone who could have been the culprit.

"Hmm, looks like the punks ran off" Said Payne looking disappointed in not having the chance to teach a lesson to the cretin who defiled his trailer.

"Oh well, guess i'll just have to take it out on my opponents.... Or partner...Same thing" Muttered Mr Payne as he left his trailer and made his way to the ring for his tag team match.