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| Contendership; Ins't actually a word, hmmm | |
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| Wigumoto | Feb 25 2005, 12:15 AM Post #1 |
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Our scene opens within an office somewhere in the confines of The Palace of Auburn Hills. At one end of the room we find a desk, complete with keyboard and monitor and an array of important looking papers that are strewn about it’s surface. And sat behind it we find the Queen of this particular castle, the general manager of TNT, Madison Lee. She taps away at her keyboard looking very busy indeed, so busy in fact that she barely looks up to acknowledge the loud rapping at her door. Madison: What? The door swings open and beckons the entry of the number one contender for, well, whatever he wants, Chris Maclay. He flips the door closed behind him before moving across to Madison’s desk and taking a seat opposite her. Again, she barely looks at him, too busy is she with whatever’s happening on her monitor. Maclay: ‘ello, luv. Maclay: Maclay. I’m guessing you’re here about your open contendership. A smile spreads across the contender’s face as he reaches forth and grabs one of those squishy stress balls from atop her desk, before leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up, tossing the ball up and catching it as he talks. Maclay: That I am, Maddy, that I am. Madison, glares at his feet for a moment as they rest upon her desk. Madison: Feet! Maclay: Yes, yes they are, but we have far more important things to discuss. Like when do I get my match with Jimbo for the Dual Crown Championship? I’m thinking next week would be good for me. For the first time since entering the room, Maddy takes her eyes fully off her screen and turns her attention to her rather arrogant employee. Madison: I think not. I think the crowd would benefit from seeing their number one contender in a warm up match first. Maclay ceases his little game of catch, a little offended by the suggestion that he requires a “warm up”. Maclay: Nu-uh, I think not. I don’t care what would benefit the crowd, I care what benefits me, that being a match for the Dual Crown Championship. A match which I earned remember, don’t try and palm me off on some nobody just so you can drag this out a little. Madison: Do I have to remind you who’s name is on that door? Maclay: Janitor? Madison scowls at the Essex boy’s little joke, an evil little smirk forming on her face as she slows her tone of voice down to make sure Maclay can understand every word. Madison: You’ll get your match when I deem it. In the mean time you’ll be facing off against the last number one contender, Bradley Johnson, on next weeks TNT. A sigh snorts it’s way through Maclay’s nostrils as he squeezes the little ball in his fist, venting his frustration in an uncharacteristically non violent way. He whips his feet of the desk and pulls himself up. Maclay: Fine. I’ll beat Brad first, shouldn’t be too hard. But then I want my match. I whoop this little wannabe and then I get my match. Madison: We’ll see. He squeezes the ball again, almost snarling at the general manager before winging it back at her. She thinks fast and barely catches it as Maclay begins to back his way toward the door. Maclay: You know those things really work, you should try using it more, make you a little less uptight and bitchy. Not my words, people talk, terrible really. Toodles. The door flings open and closed as he makes his exit, leaving a slightly annoyed G.M. to roll her eyes toward the ceiling before tossing the ball aside and getting back to her work. |
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