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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 31 2005, 09:18 PM (50 Views) | |
| Craig | Jan 31 2005, 09:18 PM Post #1 |
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In a corridor at Slam!’s London arena Jack Manson is signing for a delivery. A young worker approaches him and the Slam! GM looks down at the worker. Manson: What is it? Worker: I have your travel tickets all booked for yourself, Bane Security and Orion Oldriod. The young boy looks pleased with himself but Jack looks a little puzzled. Manson: What about Martyn Maivia? Worker: Sorry? Manson: You will be, he’s only the Slam! International Champion! Where’s his ticket? Worker: Erm…er…I will get him another one, first class like the rest of you, I promise. Jack casts his eye over the tickets in his hand and then grabs the worker by his shirt collar. Manson: Where is the pay-per-view being held? Worker: Phoenix, Arizona. Manson: Who told you that? Worker: Jeff Noon I think… Manson: It’s in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Get this sorted! Jack Manson snarls and the worker rushes off with a scared expression on his face. Manson does not look happy as he walks away back in the direction of his office. Manson: That cock-up is coming out of Phil Atio’s budget, I’ll make sure of it. The now co-General Manager reaches his office and stops dead in his tracks. The door is ajar slightly and Jack prepares for combat. He rolls his sleeves up and bursts into his office…only to find the World Champion Orion Oldriod perched on his desk. Manson: Next time you wait outside until I tell you to come in. I can’t just have anybody waltzing in here whenever they feel like it, you ask permission before you just walk in here! Manson’s gruff and annoyed tone is met with a confident Orion response. Orion: But I’m not just anybody, I’m the World Heavyweight Champion. The King of Slam! adjusts the World title belt on his shoulder and shines the face up with his sleeve. He then picks up a piece of typed paper from the desk beside him. Manson: What’s that? Orion: This my friend is Phil Atio’s co-GM contract. Manson: Put it down! That has nothing to do with you or anybody else! Orion: I mean, how hard is it to remember the date? It’s the year 2005…not 2006. I guess it is such an easy mistake to make… Manson lunges for Orion, his annoyance has built up since the start of this roleplay and he wraps his hands around Orion’s throat! Oldriod struggles free and tries to calm the situation down. Orion: All right Jack! I get the message! Manson is reluctant but lets ‘The Oracle’ go and Orion immediately motions for things to cool down. Orion: What’s got into you? We’re on the same team remember! Manson: I make one mistake and I hear about it for the rest of my life? I don’t think so! Orion: Hey, that’s no problem for me. I’ll shut up about it right now. Manson: Good. Manson seems to have cooled off a little, he walks around his desk and plucks the contract from Orion’s hand. Orion: I did want to talk to you about Atio. Manson: Already? What has he done now? Orion: You’re going to have to keep him in line a little better. He told me earlier that he ‘didn’t appreciate the way I decided the number one contender’. What the hell does that mean? Manson: He’s just stirring the pot, no need to panic. Orion: I’m not panicking…yet. He’s a problem Jack, he needs solving and you’re the man to do it. How many times as General Manager of Slam! have you sorted out these little pests trying to deny YOUR vision? Manson: Too many to remember! Orion: Exactly. Manson: Phil Atio might be becoming a problem but every problem has a solution. You just concentrate on preparing for Marc Malicious and I’ll deal with him. Oldriod listens intently to Jack’s statement of intent but still Orion is not satisfied. Orion: The issue here Jack is that Atio wants to take more than just this World Championship off me. Manson: How do you mean? Orion: He’s trying to tarnish the prestige of this belt, screw me out of all that money that comes with being the top man and he’s attempting to destroy my own reputation by knocking me off. Manson: You know, most of all…he’s trying to enhance his own reputation! Because he knows as soon as that contract ends then he will be out on his ear! We need a plan… Orion: Too right we do. Manson sits on his leather chair behind the desk as Orion jumps off the desk and draws up one of the visitors chairs. Orion then pulls a second chair alongside him to place the World Championship belt on. Manson: Ok, a plan. Orion: Well you know Ragin’ and Malicious are doing their dirty dealing behind my back. Manson: I heard about that but that’s another thing you shouldn’t worry about. Those two have too big egos to ever work together. Before Jack Manson can continue the two associates are interrupted by a sharp knocking on the door followed by co-GM Phil Atio breezing in. Manson: Did I say come in? Phil: No you didn’t. But I'm here to talk about Deja Vu. Orion: Oh, what a surprise! Atio does not appreciate Oldriod's tone and shows it with a shake of the head, followed by a sigh. Phil: I've got a problem... Manson: We know the feeling. Phil:: It's about the Marc Malicious versus Orion Oldriod, the World Championship match. Both Jack and 'The Oracle' roll their eyes. Phil: I'm more than a little worried about the threat of interference. So I have decided that Bane Security, Martyn Maivia and you Manson are banned from ringside! Oldriod's face turns a shade of red and he hurls his title down on the floor! Orion: Jack! He can't do that! Manson: You can't do that Phil! I have control of half this show and I say no to that! Phil: As it happens Jack, I can! Orion: Wait, wait, wait! What about Genocide, ANE interference? This is not fair at all! Ban them from ringside, go on Phil...ban them too! Manson: It's all right Orion, I'll ban them from ringside! Phil: No Jack, you won't! You made the number one contenders match, you made that piece of crap the Rule Administrator so he could choose who he took on at the pay-per-view. We're even, we're 50:50 and that means that from now on, unless we agree on a stipulation then it doesn't happen! Orion: Jack? Jack? Manson slams his fist on the desk in anger, Orion throws his arms up in the air in frustration. Phil Atio grins and leaves the office in triumph, Jack Manson's mood is worsening minute by minute. Manson: He's got us on this one. Orion: So you're all banned, I've got to do this on my own? Manson: Looks that way but you'll be fine. Like I said, don't worry about anything. Oldriod is fuming and he kicks over a lamp just before Bane Security burst into the room. Orion: And since when did Atio strap a pair on? [align=center]<FADE OUT>[/align] |
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| Marc991 | Feb 1 2005, 12:43 AM Post #2 |
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Phil makes his way through the halls after his blockbuster announcement and he has a grin pasted on his face a mile wide. He laughs to himself, thinking about the bomb he just dropped when Marc Malicious steps around the corner in front of him, very laid back as if he had planned their meeting perfectly. Phil stops and stares into the red eyes of Marc Malicious, the monster's grin as wide as his own. Atio allows his own grin to fade as he stares at this giant and speaks. PA-What is it Marc? I have some important things to do. Malicious pushes his body off of the wall and slowly lurches toward the co general manager. His smile is still present and he pauses as he stands about two feet away from his boss, still smiling. MM-Thank you, Mr. Atio. Most impressive the way you handled old Jack Manson. Banning Orion's goons from ringside was genius. You wanted it fair, you have it fair. Malicious winks as he says the first fair indicating something other than what was said, but Phil looks a bit angered by this. PA-Mr. Malicious, are you implying that I want this match to be anything but fair? Marc's smile hits a bit of a snag and it fades for a moment, but when he sees Phil's smile widen, he readopts his own grin. Malicious runs his tongue over his fangs and continues. MM-You know Mr. Atio, Manson had a point before about Ragin' and my egos conflicting. We do both think quite highly of ourselves, but I can assure you that I will do my best to cooperate with him until my hand is raised high as the new World's Champion. That is...if he goes along with my proposal. Mr. Atio, I believe that you could pursuede Ragin' to come to the side that is going to edge out Manson's team at Deja Vu. I can do it on my own, but with Ragin', there is no failure. Atio thinks about it for a second as Marc backs off. MM-Think about it Atio, no more Oldriod as champion. All we have to do now is take the belt away and that should be easy now if Ragin is in my corner. You convince him and we're both winners, you get me? Malicious' smile widens as he disappears around the corner. The camera fades away. |
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