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As WWFG returns from commercial break, a table is set at stage entrance, blocking the aisle ramp.
A single microphone was set on top of the table.



Miss E held a expression of boredom, while staring at The Masked Gentleman standing silently away from her, as the arena gave their displeasure of having them out there. Elevating the microphone to her lips and dragged dreary eye's across the audience, "I welcome you all to the business meeting of Bad Company, my company." Booes were the preferred response from the surrounding crowd! No acknowledgement to the unforgiving fans of her misdeeds. "Let's get started shall we? First things first, get off my back over Ardomis." Big reaction of cheers, favoring the only member of Bad Company, who happens to be missing from this stable. Miss E did not share the same mood with her audience. "... After his loss in a clean match with Bad Boy.. Bad Company and Ardomis came to an agreement that he would go on leave to better prepare for the coming X-Cup tournament and upon conclusion of the event, Ardomis will reinstate his position with Bad Company." She took a moment to switch hands with the mic and fans filled that moment of their excitement, wanting Ardomis back in the WWFG! Of course, Miss E wasn't havin' any of it. "Now you know, so shut up 'bout it!" The fans seemed to ire her, bringing life into her dull expression, as she rose her voice with mocking 'Ooooohs!' raising up behind it! Taunting her! Enraging Miss E further! Face now brought fully to life with eyes maddeningly alive and almost in a confusion of how to transfer her rash irritation back to them! Bringing her glaring eyes to stare down at the table she sat on.. she suddenly set her brow to a glower and shoved a hand in pocket, pulling a smartphone out.. fiddling with it.

When the taunting lessened, she brought her attention to the audience, "You done? Good. I'm gonna talk about our stock now. The concern of Bad Company's stock, just so your short fused attention spans are still plugged in.. Ardomis' loss of his first match in WWFG, tremendously hurt us, but with my performance." Miss E made a point to bring a hand on her chest.. and smirk. "At the Royal Rumble.. I restored and even increased Bad Company's stock! Knocking Cartwright around like a toy and easily eliminating AJ Warner! HA!" A laugh escaped, as if those two were so easily handled it was an inescapable joke. "Though.. what would've made my night was eliminating Goldberg." Miss E grew silent and grew an expression of fuming disappointment. She slid of the table, turned toward it, and maddeningly flipped it over! Screaming out! "MATT HARDY!!" Her head shook under the fury that roared up out of the throat that seemed to be a source of heat reddening the face of Miss E! "I have outlasted twenty-two people and eliminating that thief, Matt Hardy!" A sudden whirl around, she faced her masked CEO. "Tonight, after I face off with Melissa..! Daughter of Harli Drummond! A imposter of our lineage!" Miss E whirls her head back to face the mass again! "It will be Owner and CEO of Bad Company teaming for the Tag Championships! No compromises!" Again, whirling to The Masked Gentleman. "We're done here!"

Mirages entrance halted Miss E in her tracks! Already on edge, she listens intently with a vicious glare. The statement of Bad Company a 'company of losers' really hit a nerve with Miss E, as her eye's grew wide with a horrified expression of offense! "Who-the-fu-" Snapping back, Miss E was cut off by a hand clamping down on her shoulder. The Masked Gentleman slowly and carefully removed the microphone from her hand, as if it were a firearm, and stepped forward to calmly speak.. where a livid Miss E wouldn't.

The voice was smooth and professional, tactful with his words.
"Miss E, misspoke. We will not be teaming for, but teaming toward the Tag Team Champions. Nonetheless, the words that you speak are endangering your physical well-being.. make haste and speak of your bargain."

Stumbling through the curtain, Salem Croft started down the ramp, waving his hand at fans as though trying to dismiss their attention, walking across the stage in his leather jacket with a bouquet of red roses. "Nothing to see here..." Salem reiterated to the crowd, shrugging them off as he glanced over at Mister Mirage, trying to talk to Miss E. through her masked man of a bodyguard.

"Trying to move in on my girl?" Salem teased his associate, turning to wink at Miss E. as he closed in on her, side-stepping the burly protector she kept in tow to offer the flowers towards E. As he did, a few drops of red fell from the petals, pooling under the bouquet that upon closer inspection looked strangely wet - the rosebuds and blooms glossy and slick.

"Here." Salem said, extending the bloody roses to the lady. "They were supposed to be red, but the deliveryman brought me white ones. I had him...fix them. Wanna be my Valentine?"

👑: "Look at that, JR! Have you ever seen someone give a girl a gift like that?!"

🎩: "I most certainly haven't, King. That kinda present doesn't get a man a second date in Oklahoma!"

Despite themselves, the fans had gotten behind Salem's haphazard attempt at romance, chanting "YES!" and pointing towards the sky in unison as Croft waited for an answer. To his credit, the lady seemed quite smitten and surprised by the present, but just as the woman reached out to stroke a few bloody petals the mysterious masked man approached irately, jerking the bouquet away and stomping them on the ground to a plethora of boos from the crowd!

Stunned, Salem went slack-jawed with disbelief, looking on incredulously at the scene before him. Those flowers were expensive! He paid a lot, bled a lot - well, HE didn't bleed, but it wasn't easy getting the blood, regardless, let alone painting the flowers with it! But before Croft could challenge the man or criticise him for his actions, the Masked Gentleman was jerking his Valentine-to-be away for the nearest exit!

"Hey, buddy. I asked the lady a QUESTION!" Salem snarled, running up behind the retreating behemoth to hammer an axe-handle into his back before he could get away!