Post by Tempest on Aug 13, 2010 14:33:05 GMT -5
Cut to a shot of an office where Michael Hart is seated behind a magnificent mahogany desk, dressed for the workplace, his red silk tie slightly askew. He's unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt sleeves and frowning across the desk at the XWA Chairwoman who's defiantly glaring back at him, and they're obviously in a heated debate.
Tempest: ...and I'm telling you, Carm, I'm doing it.
Carmen: No, Michael. You're not.
Tempest: I am, and that's final. As CEO of the XWA...
Carmen: ...You should know better!
Tempest rises and slams a fist down on the desktop, rattling the clear protector sheet that protects the wood, and displacing a few pens and the like in his workspace.
Tempest: Dammit, Carmen...you know what's at stake here. This is going to be possibly the biggest PPV of the year. We've got a HardCore Title defense, a grudgematch from hell, and a tournament featuring all of our hottest prospects and biggest names, and for the first time in years, that list includes DGX, Angelus, and Alex Sean!
Carmen: Which means you have a fantastic lineup. Possibly the best on in years. So why do still think You have to be involved in it, front and center??
Tempest: Because, Carm, that's the way it is. Angelus is expecting it, the fans are expecting it...Alex practially called me out for god's sake. Vestal, and Sabbath...even MadDog, they're all blaming me for everything under the sun...You know how it works...it has to be answered in the ring. You know this. You used to be a competitor too...
Carmen: ...used to be. Emphasis on the past tense there. Just like You Michael. You're the CEO of the XWA. You can't be doing this. The CEO can't compete in regular competiton. You have responsibilities, not to mention the fact that the company's insurance people with have a caniption fit if the guy running the place was to willingly put himself into harm's way. You can't be the CEO and a wrestler, Mike. You just can't.
Tempest: Then I quit. (chuckles)
Carmen: No. You don't.
Tempest comes around the desk, now grinning like a kid.
Tempest: Well, what the hell's the good in being the boss if you can't do whatever you want?
Carmen just sighs and stands between Hart and the office door, her hands on her hips.
Carmen: The Board of Directors is never going to allow you to be on staff as the Chief Executive Officer and Talent at the same time. They need you here, in charge...
Tempest: Fine. Then l'll take a temporary leave of absence. You'll be in charge.
Carmen: W-What?
Tempest: Yeah. That'll work. As the Chairwoman, you're next in line if I'm out of commission, right?
Michael Hart gives Carmen a small, chaste hug and grins bigger, excited about his idea. He quickly moves over to a small coffee table where his dufflebag and wrestling gear lay waiting. He zips the duffle shut and hangs the strap over his shoulder. Carmen now looks more surprised than angry.
Tempest: Just til the end of the tourney...consider me on a Leave of Absence...or better yet, Vacation. I get vacation, right? Everyone gets vacation, why shouldn't I? I'll leave the company in your capable hands.
Carmen: But, Michael...The Board isn't going to...
Tempest: ...have a thing to say about this. You're more than qualified, and frankly, I'm not giving them a choice.
Tempest moves to the door leaving the exasperated Carmen King looking after him, incredulously...
Tempest: Wish me luck.
...and with that, he's gone. Carmen exhales loudly, and shakes her head, then casually walks over and sits down in Michael Hart's chair...and starts to chuckle, resigned to her fate.
<Cut to Commercial...and CLOSED>
Tempest: ...and I'm telling you, Carm, I'm doing it.
Carmen: No, Michael. You're not.
Tempest: I am, and that's final. As CEO of the XWA...
Carmen: ...You should know better!
Tempest rises and slams a fist down on the desktop, rattling the clear protector sheet that protects the wood, and displacing a few pens and the like in his workspace.
Tempest: Dammit, Carmen...you know what's at stake here. This is going to be possibly the biggest PPV of the year. We've got a HardCore Title defense, a grudgematch from hell, and a tournament featuring all of our hottest prospects and biggest names, and for the first time in years, that list includes DGX, Angelus, and Alex Sean!
Carmen: Which means you have a fantastic lineup. Possibly the best on in years. So why do still think You have to be involved in it, front and center??
Tempest: Because, Carm, that's the way it is. Angelus is expecting it, the fans are expecting it...Alex practially called me out for god's sake. Vestal, and Sabbath...even MadDog, they're all blaming me for everything under the sun...You know how it works...it has to be answered in the ring. You know this. You used to be a competitor too...
Carmen: ...used to be. Emphasis on the past tense there. Just like You Michael. You're the CEO of the XWA. You can't be doing this. The CEO can't compete in regular competiton. You have responsibilities, not to mention the fact that the company's insurance people with have a caniption fit if the guy running the place was to willingly put himself into harm's way. You can't be the CEO and a wrestler, Mike. You just can't.
Tempest: Then I quit. (chuckles)
Carmen: No. You don't.
Tempest comes around the desk, now grinning like a kid.
Tempest: Well, what the hell's the good in being the boss if you can't do whatever you want?
Carmen just sighs and stands between Hart and the office door, her hands on her hips.
Carmen: The Board of Directors is never going to allow you to be on staff as the Chief Executive Officer and Talent at the same time. They need you here, in charge...
Tempest: Fine. Then l'll take a temporary leave of absence. You'll be in charge.
Carmen: W-What?
Tempest: Yeah. That'll work. As the Chairwoman, you're next in line if I'm out of commission, right?
Michael Hart gives Carmen a small, chaste hug and grins bigger, excited about his idea. He quickly moves over to a small coffee table where his dufflebag and wrestling gear lay waiting. He zips the duffle shut and hangs the strap over his shoulder. Carmen now looks more surprised than angry.
Tempest: Just til the end of the tourney...consider me on a Leave of Absence...or better yet, Vacation. I get vacation, right? Everyone gets vacation, why shouldn't I? I'll leave the company in your capable hands.
Carmen: But, Michael...The Board isn't going to...
Tempest: ...have a thing to say about this. You're more than qualified, and frankly, I'm not giving them a choice.
Tempest moves to the door leaving the exasperated Carmen King looking after him, incredulously...
Tempest: Wish me luck.
...and with that, he's gone. Carmen exhales loudly, and shakes her head, then casually walks over and sits down in Michael Hart's chair...and starts to chuckle, resigned to her fate.
<Cut to Commercial...and CLOSED>
