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 Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2023 4:37 pm
This is the office of the General Manager and Owner of the World Wrestling Federation Guild, Cartwright.
However, Cartwright is in the hospital, so in his place is General Manager Mick Foley.
The office walls have many photos and paintings of Cartwright.
Mick Foley is looking at the pictures quietly, a hand against his chin.
Staff Member Russo is sat at his usual desk.
He is busy typing away crazy new ideas for the show.
SMR: "Bro, what do you think of the pictures bro?
I keep telling Cartwright that my picture should be up on the walls too bro.
We're sharing this office bro!"
Mick Foley turns around to face Staff Member Russo.
Foley: "I don't know about that Russo.
These pictures are bad enough already without including your ugly face!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2023 8:36 pm
Into the office of General Manager and Owner of the World Wrestling Federation Guild comes David Otunga in a neck brace.
Following him close behind is Fake Cartwright, a slightly overweight British man in a Union Jack Leotard, top hat and monocle.
The energy in the room completely shifts as soon as the pair enter the room.
"Cartwright": Oldin' it down while I'm gone, chaps?!!
Chip chip cheerio!!
By the power vested in me, as ownuh of the Wuhld Wrestling Feduhration Guild, I've brought Mistuh Otungarh here to gibe us some vewy bad news!!
Adjusting his neck brace, Otunga plops his briefcase down onto the table. Clearing his throat, he speaks--
Otunga: On behalf of Brantley Summers, the estate of Freakshow, the Midnight Marauders and the State of New York, I am serving you a formal complaint of workplace negligence.
Not only did Ryback severely put my life in harms way, but your organization also failed to protect our client Mr Sex, and in the process undermined the political interests of Brantley Summers..
We do expect to be compensated for this, and I'm hoping we can settle this here, Mr. Foley...
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2023 6:09 am
Staff Member Russo gets on his hands and knees before Fake Cartwright.
SMR: "Bro, we wasn't expecting you back so soon bro.
You look fantastic bro!
The hospital food really did a number on you, you're so thin bro!"
Mick Foley lightly kicks Staff Member Russo's ribs.
Foley: "Get up you idiot!"
Staff Member Russo gets back to his feet.
Foley: "Mr Otunga, I don't want Cartwright to come back to any burning fires.
What is it that you are thinking?"
What a pushover this nice guy Mick Foley is!
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2023 9:04 pm
Otunga adjusts his bow tie, which was cutting into his neck at this point, before opening his briefcase to reveal a printed screenshot of the Backlash roll call thread as a white dover flutters out of the case squawking violently:
Otunga: As you can see, my client, Brantley Summers, explicitly requested to be a part of the tag team tournament in the thread.
Clearly, everyone who requested a spot received one, except Mr. Summers?
Why is this? Could it be some force of.. Reverse discrimination? Perhaps a stigma that's followed him from his time in developmental??
Interjecting, Fake Cartwright slams his blue veined fists on the table, flashing his crooked, rotting teeth.
"Cartwright": It'suh loada BOLLOCKS innit, guvnah?!
Tuh deny a tax payin' induhpendunt cahntractah his natural consitutionahl RIGHTS?!! We Demand SATISFACTION!!!
Slamming the briefcase shut, Otunga takes a sip from his coffee.
Otunga: Satisfaction.
And if we can't have that?
We'll make it easy on you, since Mr. Sex has... mysteriously been taken out of the picture...
Give Summers a fast track to the tag team titles with a mystery partner of our choosing, and we'll let this whole thing blow over...
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2023 2:09 pm
SMR: "Yes bro, that will be...."
Mick Foley nudges Staff Member Russo with an elbow.
Foley: "Now wait just a minute there!
That might fly in some other questionable wrestling promotions of the past, to just let people bypass rounds and even entire tournaments, but this is the World Wrestling Federation Guild!
The longest-running and most prestigious wrestling promotion of them all!
If Summers wants to join the newly reopened tag team division with a tag team partner, he is welcome to, but he can't expect to get any special treatment just because his former tag team partner got the boot!"
It looks like Mick Foley doesn't want to taint the chase for the tag team championships.
JR: "The nerve of David Otunga!
I don't like creepy lawyers!"
King: "Oh he's a creep, just because he's representing his client to the best of his abilities!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2023 7:30 pm
Otunga scowls at Foley, he takes a step towards the desk but Fake Cartwright steps in to hold him back.
Otunga: So that's how it's going to be, Mick?
Fine. Just remember who it is that put you in that chair and the sacrifices we all made.
This isn't the last you've heard from us, our lawyers, and it damn sure isn't the last you've heard from the Network..
Backing away from his negotiating position and the desk, him and Fake Cartwright edge towards the door. They'd be damned if their client had to work for a title shot like the others. As the two move through the doorway, Fake Cartwright shares a parting word with their friend:
"Cartwright": Buzz off ya WANKER!!!!!!
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2023 11:59 am
Mick Foley keeps his trademark smile on his face as Otunga and Fake Cartwright take their leave.
Foley: "Have a nice day!"
Mick Foley gives them a thumbs up as they exit the office.
Staff Member Russo looks confused.
SMR: "Bro, what are you doing bro?!
Together with The Midnight Marauders, we're supposed to own this place bro.
Now The Network is going to offer more great ideas like VAR bro!"
Mick Foley puts a calming hand on Staff Member Russo's shoulder.
Foley: "Otunga has forgotten something.
I AM the Network Executive!
Just like in Total Nonstop Action!
So he can make whatever claims he wants to, it won't change anything!
This is going to be great material for my next book..."
Staff Member Russo wonders if Mick Foley has double-crossed everyone to get back in to a GM job.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2023 12:13 pm
Bison Mbadi came into the office, all smiles after the Ryback v Avari match.
"Mick Foley! ....and Russo...." he greeted, slapping his hand son Foleys shoulders.
"I want to thank you and the network for connecting me to my sponsors. I have found a new focus with my new Body by Mbadi line. I know..some nasty business with Ryback there...just a bit of.... course correction for the big guy...some tough love... but I'm a new man, and just to clear up any tension I am offering all management their first 3 months of Body by Mbadi personal training and... my first video box set...free of charge."
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2023 3:29 pm
Staff Member Russo looks very excited by the offer.
SMR: "Bro, this gives me so many creative ideas bro!
When I get as buff as you Bison bro, I swear to GOD, there's going to be a new World Heavyweight Champion bro!"
Mick Foley openly laughs at Staff Member Russo.
Foley: "I don't think any amount of time training you is going to help!
Look at you Russo!"
Mick Foley looks towards Bison as Staff Member Russo lowers his head sadly.
Foley: "On behalf of the WWFG Management Bison, I would like to thank you for the offer!
If I wasn't retired, I would of course be interested in your personal training!
I will make sure to let the rest of the team know of your kind offer!"
Mick Foley pauses for a second.
Foley: "But Bison, I can't just let you attack a member of my commentary team, as you did earlier tonight.
So just to keep everything cool between us, you know I have to do something about that, you're not new to this business!
I'm going to dock you three months pay!"
Staff Member Russo hides behind his desk, expecting the worst!
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2023 7:25 pm
Bison stepped closer, towering over the hardcore legend. His face contorted in rage, with a face like he was sucking on the most bitter of lemons.
"That...is my livelihood... my hard earned money.... three months?"
Bison huffed like a bull ready to charge, before closing hus eyes and taking a deep inhale.
"...you're the boss, Mick. I did lose my temper. But you see.. JR is already back up on commentary good as bew. Its almost like I didnt hurt him at all... can you imagine that? I cant have beat him that bad if he didnt even miss a day of work. Surely we could lessen the punishment ti say... 1 months pay?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2023 2:16 pm
Mick Foley keeps a brave face on as Bison gets too close for comfort.
Foley: "I have to draw the line and set a standard Bison, unfortunately for you, you are the first person that I have had to have this talk with...."
Staff Member Russo pokes his head up from his desk.
SMR: "Make it six months pay, Dude Love bro!"
Staff Member Russo just couldn't help himself, he saw how much Bison cares about money!
Foley: "Thank you for the suggestion Russo!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2023 3:32 pm
Bison started to huff once more, speaking through his teeth as he shot Russo and Foley glares.
"I would be...very...careful... about your decisions as general manager. Perhaps you could give Cartwright a call during his recovery and he can tell you what happens...when you push a man too far....and need I remind you... Trent is no Bison... perhaps..if I lose 6 months pay... I might do something worth losing 6 months pay..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2023 3:59 pm
"1 months pay...3 months pay...6 months pay...WAAA. What about docking a year!"
Rosario yelled as he entered the office. it seemed he was eavesdropping, but he entered with a veracity that suggested waiting and listening wasn't something he did often. He had a mission and he needed to be heard.
"Listen bud, we get it your angry. Try not hitting staff next time. Maybe get some gold, and the pay checks won't be peanuts. Mick I need to talk to you, seeing as your acting as the guy in charge right now. By the way loved your work back in the day, got this client from Chicago, giant mark for you bud, we got to bring him this way."
Rosario spots a chair, against the wall next to the pictures and sits down. he wasn't paid to work he was paid to talk.
"We have an issue, This Christina Sparks girl, the weird punk one with the hair. She keeps this pool stick with her and it's deadly. I know, I know, tacks, barbwire, 4X4's! But this is too far! We have talent, actual talent, getting injured with these weapons. There needs to be a fine! or to ban it from the arena!"
Rosario spoke with his hands as his high speed talking filled up the space in the room.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2023 3:43 pm
Mick Foley listens to what Rosario has to say.
Foley: "Rosario, I sympathize with you and your client Portia.
What Christina Sparks did was against the rules and was a show of poor sportsmanship!
But as The Hardcore Icon, The King Of Hardcore and as the General Manager of the World Wrestling Federation Guild...
...one idea comes to my mind!"
The world wonders what Mick Foley could be thinking.
Foley: "I can help you and your client get some payback.
At King Of The Canvas, I think we need to see Christina Sparks versus Portia Portania....in a Hardcore Match!"
The crowd cheers Mick Foley's suggestion.
JR: "That sounds like an exciting match to me King!"
King: "I know Mick is missing an ear but is he actually deaf?!
That's not what Rosario was after!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2023 4:19 pm
"Woah, woah, woah." Both Christina and Skeezy Steve stroll into the office. Skeezy Steve is wearing a cheap yellow plaid blazer and turquoise tie while Christina stood behind him in her usual outfit while eating candy by the handful out of a popcorn tub. Candy that looked like it was a mixture of three types of M&Ms, Skittles, and Warheads all mixed together. "My best friend and client and sister from another mister was not the poor sportsman in that match, hombre. You were there calling her names and then Prissy Portia got out the brass knuckles. And it was Christina's first match." Christina looks as if she's about to pipe up but thinks about what Skeezy Steve is saying, nods, and shoves another handful of mixed sweets into her mouth. Steve moves up to Rosario and kneeled down to look him in the eyes. "And you are damn lucky that you are as quick as you are mouthy, pally or my chica right there would have knocked your block off." Christina stepped forward and sat her bucket of sugary treats on the desk before looking around at everyone in the room. She looked at Bison, then to Rosario, then to Mick and back again. "Alright, first things first. Bison. Big guy. Whatever you are doing is working. You should come out to the club some time. We can party," She shoots the big man a wink before looking over to Rosario. "Portia brought out the weaponry first. I was just the one that got to use it. If you can't take weaponry, don't involve weaponry. I ain't got hard feelings against her for it. It was all in violent fun. However, I am hurt that she didn't show up to my celebration and help me polish off the tequila pistol. Rude." Then she looked at Mick and crossed her arms in front of her chest with a large smile. "And there is a reason I knew that I was gonna like you Mickster. Like any good Punk, I know my way around Hardcore. So I would like to thank you for that and let you know that if Rosalina there doesn't have a problem with it, then I'm game." A final look back to Rosario. "And hey, maybe after this, Portia will actually agree to come down to the bar with me and help me shut the place down. I haven't seen my new friend since our match and I miss her."
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