XWA Town Hall

[Angelus]

-=Walking right up to the front area where the confrontation is occurring the resident Irishman decides to interject himself into the proceedings=-

Ciaren: You are a bit of a bastard aren't you. How many bleeding clauses have you got in your contact. How long is is bloody contract? My contract basically says "We will pay you money, you fight" and you know what, that suits me... and you know what...

-=Ciaren turns his back on the group and walks over to the TV and plugs it back in, Tempest flickers back into life, Ciaren and Tempest stare at each other for a second, Tempest looking confused as to why the screen is back on and he seems to have the XWA Champ's face on extreme close up, Ciaren nods and turns back to the group=-

Ciaren: ...if you are are going to try to mug someone off... at least give them a chance to defend themselves. I know you are a bastard but you aren't a coward are you?!

-=Ciaren stands near the front not quite in any one's face but close enough they are aware of his pretense=-

Ciaren: I may only be a "wrestler" *Ciaren makes buny ears with his fingers" but I'm your top boy and I'll have words with anyone who tries to unplug that TV again! Alright boys... Let's hear it...

[TAG]

[Hazard]

Jack Hazard, amidst all the anarchy, bravely steps up and addresses MadDog, Carmen and Tempest.

Hazard: If I may just interrupt again...

As Hazard steps forward, he sweeps across arguably the 3 most senior members of XWA and the nerves kick in as MadDog snares at him (ironically) like an angry pitbull.

Hazard: Shouldn’t this stuff stay in the board room? Last time I checked this was a roster meeting, not a director meeting...

Hazard steps back slightly as he sees MadDog get slightly more angry than usual. The rest of the roster is silenced by Hazard’s very brave move, but each member’s body language says that they agree with him. Hazard turns round to face the screen to address Tempest.

Hazard: Tempest, back to Revenge. Dan Bennett has no partner, and he’s not here to find one. What’s going to happ...

In one fluid motion, Jack Sabbath slides back in his chair, stands up and swings round to place his hands on Hazard’s shoulders, interrupting him.

Jack: Good question Haz, good question. However, I have an idea.

He pats Hazard on the back as he lets go and turns to face the roster, looking at each member individually. He hastily walks over to Jack Mercy, who is leaned back against the back wall of the Cafeteria. Jack Sabbath gets up close and points in his face.

Jack: You.

Mercy: What?

Jack ignores Mercy’s reply and moves back over to stand next to Hazard, facing Tempest.

Jack: How does this sound? The New Legion vs Dan Bennett...

Jack turns round to face the XWA roster, in particular, Jack Mercy, whom he points once again at.

Jack: and Hazard’s old friend...

Hazard: Huh?

Jack makes no reaction to Hazard’s confusion as he continues.

Jack: Jack Mercy.

Jack Mercy leaps to attention, seemingly eager for this opportunity.

Jack: What will it be Tempest?

[Tag to Tempest]

[Valentine]

[Sitting in the back of the room with his arms folded, Roxy at his side the Blast from the Past Johnny Valentine. As the drama continues to unfold, the greaser calmly chomps on his toothpick and waits to hear something...ANYTHING relevant to him. Sadly as it does not seem to be forthcoming JV turns to Roxy.]

JV> Crying out loud, will these shucksters just get to the point already?

Roxy> And I thought PRW had dramatics.

JV> This is worse than a bad fakeout...so much more. This is like a freaking episode of the Jack Benny Show!

[Having had enough of this JV steps to the front of the room speaking up.]

JV> Scuse me freams, hate to bust up the shindig but I've stood in the back of the room and I've watched a situation unfold akin to that of a sitcom. I have to admit, it was a big tickle at first, lots of laughs I had a blast, but now it's just gassed. So unless the bunch of you have anything to say to me that pertains to myself, Hutton Brown and I's match, or the Revenge show...I think Roxy and I are gonna aggitate the gravel.

TAG/OPEN

[Angelus]

Voice: Settle down now boys....

-=All heads in the room turn towards the door and stood leaning against the frame is a lady not seen in the XWA for a while=-

Mutterings from the crowd: huh... who... what... ect.

-=There are very few people in the room who would of met her before, those who do know the situation has changed. The woman starts strutting down the middle of the aisle towards the front of the stage carrying a brief case. All heads are on her as she walks past, most men unable to resist the urge to check out her behind as she strolls past=-

Mad Dog: You...

-=As she walks past the screen she stops and turns to the screen with Tempest on it=-

Lady: Mikey, I've got it all here... are we still doing this?

-=A grave looking Tempest nods=-

Lady: Ok, let's make it happen.

-=As she nears the front she stops directly on front of Carmen, the two of them locked in a cat like stare down, neither of the alpha females moving an inch=-

Lady: Down girl... I'm not here to cat fight, I'm here because...

-=Carmen looks away from the new comer and surveys the scene in front of them, the audience is enthralled on the lady stood in front of them and some are not even paying attention to what is being said=-

Carmen: Don't you think we should introduce you before we go any further?

-=The lady standing in front of Carmen shrugs but then turns to face the room=-

Carmen: This ladies and gentleman is Gillian Hart… Hart, yes as in member of the Hart family, specifically… Tempest’s sister.

-=Gillian nods to the room before turning back to Carmen, who addresses her in a quieter voice=-

Carmen: Is “he” here…?

-=Gillian smiles sweetly=-

Gillian: Around… but not “here” Around though…

Carmen: Oh… ok, so…

Gillian: In this brief case is enough money to purchase the entirety of the Manchester City bench… and a few of their over price forwards and “stars” (OOC: That is a lot of monies) We’ve been on the round a bout a long time with Doggy here, there’s always a clause or a subject c, section 8 or something that means that he gets his own way.

-=Carmen is nodding along as Gillian speaks although Lucifer is not looking as impressed=-

Gillian: We are doubling my brother’s earlier offer, triggering the clause in Mad Dog’s contract -=Gillian stops and winks at Mad Dog=- Gotta love those clauses, that states irrevocably that this can not be overridden, this contract has been written by Johnnie Cochran, varied by Tony Blair, he’s not up to much these days and then finally blessed by Jesus Christ himself… I kid, I kid, it was the Dalai Lama… My brother is purchasing this company. The deal is done.

Mad Dog: This isn’t over… and you know it!

-=Gillian turns to face him giggling=-

Gillian: Oh, of course not honey, where would the fun be in that…?

-=Gillian turns back to Carmen and nods, then turns and strolls down the aisle keeping her appearance short, sweet and dramatic as always, pausing to look at the screen she nods to her brother=-

Gillian: Are we done here?

Tempest: We are sis, thank you...

-=Gillian leaves the room=-

[Tempest]

:::Half the guys in the room groan in frustration and impatience. The mood has swung heavily from one of excitement and surprise to incredulous disbelief and disdain. While the site of Gillian's long legs and tight ass striding from the room is a small respite, the tension fills the room like oil in the Gulf.:::

MadDog: Yeah? Yeah, well look...I've got this other contract here that says...

:::Lucifer McMahon shuffles through yet another stack of documents handed to him by J Mac which draws yet another audible moan from the guys.:::

Tempest: JeezuzKrist, 'Dog...with all this super-secret schemeing and planning you were doing to make sure that you come out on top no matter what happens, how in the WORLD did you have time to do your job?? What's next? A clause that says you get to rub oil on Carmen's ass the next time her butt itches?? You got something in that pile that gives you the right to take candy from babies? One that lets you grope your grandma and suck your thumb whenever there's a thunderstorm?? Wait. Don't answer that...

:::Theres a series of small chuckles around the room as MadDog's smug look falters slightly, but still, he maintains his arrogant look.:::

MadDog: Make all the jokes you want, Hart. Call your sister, call your daddy, hell, call your cancerous brother back from the dead, I don't care...

:::Tempest's face darkens and silence rocks the room.:::

MadDog: ...just quit with the shenanigans. There is no way that the money your supposed "sister" brought...(points at the briefcase)...is enough to double my going offer. Is there??

:::Tempest shrugs slightly, still looking irritated.:::

Tempest: Nope. Not really.

MadDog: ...and those papers you signed....they aren't really set up for you to buy the XWA from Carmen, ARE they? They couldn't be with you guys in to seperate locations. You didn't have time. That was all bullsh*t to stall me, right? Until you COULD get something drawn up, right?

:::Glaring, Tempest nods.:::

Tempest: Apparently you're too smart for me, Lucy.

:::MadDog pumps his arm and he and JMac high-five each other.:::

MadDog: I KNEW it! And that bit about you being General Manager??

Tempest: That was real. You're out on your ass.

MadDog: Oh ho! Still defiant, Mikey?? You've lost. You and Carmen...you've lost, don't you see? Either I'm still the General Manager til I die, OR I'm the new Owner of the XWA, OR, I sue! That's it. There's nothing else...

Tempest: Lucy...have you considered the fact that the guys are asking me what the lineup for the PPV is going to be, and not you?

MadDog: (Irritated) What the hell does that have to do with...


Tempest: It has everything to do with it, MadDog. You've lost this round...the guys know it. Carmen knows it...but your thick-headed chiwawa brain hasn't figured it out yet. You've done nothing here today but make a Massively Huge Ass of yourself. Now, before you make it any worse, here's how this is gonna play out. We've taken up enough time here in the meeting playing "Who's got the biggest set of gnads" and its over for now...Hazard is right. This power-grabbing crap belongs in the boardroom and not out here for public display. So, right now, I'm telling you, its over. We'll discuss this tomorrow morning in Carmen's office and work out all the egomaniacal details then. That's how this is going to play out.

MadDog: (Laughing) Are you kidding me?? I've lost? Really? What kind of drugs are you taking? Mr. Always-has-a-plan-Tempest thinks he can give me a direct order? Have you lost your mind...again? Do you not remember who you're talking to? I am the Great One and I am in charge here!

Tempest: (sighs) Open the briefcase. Read the note.

:::Lucifer McMahon makes a face and seems about to ask a question and then disgruntledly flicks open the locks on the briefcase and then opens the briefcase so its back is to the room. He lifts up a single sheet of typing paper.:::

MadDog: Nothing in any note is going to change any...(starts reading, his lips moving enough to prove it, but not enough to make out exactly what he's reading...and then his face goes white and his eyes go wide)...uh...

Tempest: Now, you wanna share that note with the rest of the class, Mr. MadDog or are you going to close the case and shut the hell up til we all discuss this tomorrow? Til' then, I'm in charge...

:::Obviously shaken, Lucifer simply slides the paper back into the case and snaps it shut, refusing to even share the contents of the note with J Mac, who himself seems a bit confused.:::

Valentine: (calling from the back of the room) 's about friggin time!

<OPEN TAG to ANYONE who wants to Talk>

[Brother Drake]

*As soon as the comment is made by Valentine, some snoring can be heard. Everyone looks around the room to see who's messin' around, but it turns out that it's actual legit snoring. From who you ask? It's coming from a certain individual.... actually the ONLY individual wearing a beanie on his head. It's "The Demolitionist" guy Drake Dysfunction who has his head down on the table with his arms folded like some grade school student sleeping during class. Adrian Adrenaline places his palm on his face, slowly shaking his head in shame while showing a hint of slight grinning as Drake continues to snore even louder! The stars put on these faces as if they're saying "WTF." Adrian leans over and it looks like he's whispering something in his ear.*

Adrian (whispering): "Dude, stop over exaggerating. They're all looking at you!"

*Drake immediately springs back to life as his eyes are now wide open. He takes quick glances around the room and sees that all eyes are on him. He looks to the front to see Carmen King, an amused MadDog McMahon, and the Tempest; the man in charge staring at him and not really looking amused. Drake then begins to speak.*

Drake: "Sorry! I kinda dosed off a bit. After watching this exchanging of contracts, the court threats, the money suits.... yada yada yada.... it gets boring, ya know? I mean, here's a guy that came back from hell.... *cough* Satan *cough*.... and he's already making an ass of himself!"

*The XWA Stars begin to crack up to themselves knowing full well what he's ranting on about. The embarrassment that MadDog had gone through in just mere minutes of this meeting is undeniable.*

Drake: "This teaches you first-hand that death absolutely CANNOT change a person. Once an ass, ALWAYS AN ASS. But enough of that stuff. Is it over?! Is it really over?! No more mystery secrets 'cause really... I wouldn't mind having that round-ass chick come back in here..."

*As soon as he says this, Tempest responds to this man's comment about his sister.*

Tempest: "Yo! That's my sister you're talking about!"

Drake: "I know!!! She's hot!"

*All of a sudden, the MadDog begins to..... "bark"*

MadDog: "Look, rookie! Why don't you just shut up and stop disrupting this meeting!"

Drake: "Dude, the tv man already made you look like an ass. Don't make ME do it!"

MadDog: "Excuse me, but you're nobody in this business! Exactly what the hell have you actually done since you were here?! NOTHING!"

*Tempest suddenly cuts in*

Tempest: "Well, considering what just happened a few seconds ago with my sister coming in here and buying this company from you, you nothing in my eyes.... unless you wanna work for me. Your choice."

*A grin is seen on the face of Tempest right after he makes the offer*

MadDog: "ME?! Work for YOU?!"

*MadDog walks over to the tv screen and goes up close, face to face with Tempest*

MadDog: "Over my... dead.... BODY!"

Drake: "That might be arranged..... again."

*This outburst causes MadDog to quickly spin around and charge at Drake with a clenched fist. Drake quickly jumps up from his seat and places his fists up, ready to fight but before MadDog even reaches him, Carmen's security is there to grab hold of the former GM of XWA and hold him back. That outburst causes Rose to respond to that with an "OUCH" to point out that MadDog got.... well, "burned" on that one. As security struggles to keep MadDog from doing anything rash, he starts yelling and screaming at Drake*

MadDog: "You fucking bitch! It was probably you, wasn't it?! You sick fuck. I'm gonna get you. I will destroy you, you freakin' bastard!!"


*Just then, unexpectedly, Carmen speaks up!*

Carmen: "What's this now? You're blaming the new guy? Is that it?! First me, now Drake Dysfunction. A guy who didn't even have a contract with XWA until a few weeks after you got blown to hell? You've lost your position as GM of Massacre. Have you lost your mind, as well?!"

*MadDog suddenly stops struggling to get out of the security's grip. He looks at Carmen with disgust and utter disbelief.*

MadDog: "I've lost MY mind?! The day you hire Tempest to run this place is the day YOU lost YOUR mind. Frankly, that had to be this exact day!"

Carmen: "Once again, you gave me no other alternative and you were out of control. Hell, you still are! Even after all this controversy, surprise returns from two former XWA employees, you still manage to act like an complete asshole!"

Tempest: "MadDog, you've lost this round and have automatically made a fool out of yourself more than once today! Calm down before I have security escort you off the premises. We'll get to the part of your mystery "killer," but for now, shut the fuck up and clam the fuck down!"

*MadDog takes slow deep breaths, letting security know that he's calm. Security attempts to escort MadDog up to where Carmen and the tv set containing Tempest's face is at, but MadDog releases himself from their grip*

MadDog: "Let go of me! I know how to fuckin' walk!"

*MadDog walks until he's standing in-between Carmen and the tv, still scowling at Drake Dysfunction who goes back to sitting down next to Adrian Adrenaline*

(Tag to Hazard)[/i]

[DarkSabre]

OOC: Sorry Jack, didn't see the reserved post. Feel free to continue where Drake left off, for the only thing that changed from my post is that Hutton left. Oh, and a random pie fell on Jack Sabbath's head. ;D I'll tag things off to you.

Rising from his seat following the bitter exchange between MadDog and Drake, Hutton surveys the room within drawing much attention to himself. Having remained seated throughout the entire discourse of the early evening’s affairs, The Rated X Superstar yawns quietly and checks his watch before turning toward the room’s only exit and heading for the door. Several sets of eyes lock upon him as he makes his leave but Brown promptly ignores them, Hutton just pushing the door open as a voice forces him to stop.

MadDog: And where the hell are you going?!

Sighing to himself before turning around, Hutton looks back and forth quickly before placing his own index finger to his chest.

Hutton Brown: Who, me?

Light chuckles emanate from some of the room’s occupants, this causing greater fury to rise from Lucifer McMahon.

MadDog: YES, YOU!

Hutton Brown: Oh. Well I’m leaving. I’ve heard enough about contracts, buyouts, and explosions tonight that I feel like watching a Rambo movie. But alas, I have very important dinner plans tonight.

MadDog: Well no one gave you permission to leave!

Hutton Brown: I already talked to Tempest today about this.

All eyes suddenly turn to Tempest, who seems to be enjoying the verbal standoff but suddenly looks confused.

Tempest: Uh, no you didn’t.

The eyes shift back to Hutton now.

Hutton Brown: Oh. Hey Tempest, I’ve got dinner plans so I’m out of here.

Tempest: Alright, have fun.

MadDog: What? You’re just going to let him leave?!

Tempest: He’s got a reasonable excuse and already knows what his match for Revenge will be, so why not?

Knowing that opening his mouth further would simply include another chance for him to put his own foot in it, Lucifer McMahon simple growls and looks away. Without any further need to speak as well, Hutton simply nods to Tempest before walking out the door and heading for his car. The meeting then continues with something else, something completely random. Like a pie from nowhere falling on Jack Sabbath’s head. Yeah, let’s go with that.

[Tag to Jack Hazard. Hutton’s story will be continued in “Dinner Plans”, to be posted in the coming days.]

[Hazard]

Completely uncharacteristically of Jack Hazard, who is STILL standing awaiting the answer to his and Jack Sabbath’s question (after a few interruptions), speaks up in a very loud, harsh tone.

Hazard: For fucks sake!

The room, stunned by Hazard’s sudden change of temper, shut up.

Hazard: You guys are worse than the girls I went to school with! Seriously, I feel like I’m watching a rather shit episode of Eastenders.

The few Brits present smirk at this comment, even a little laugh from his brother Rose.

Hazard: I think I speak for everyone here when I say...

Hazard turns to face MadDog, standing only a few feet away.

Hazard: Give it a rest! MadDog, you can go on and on and on and on and on about the number of clauses in your contract etc etc etc. To be perfectly honest, I’m getting bored of it...

Hazard turns to address the rest of the XWA roster.

Hazard: Dunno about you guys?

They all nod their heads and mumble to agree.

Hazard: Save that shit for upstairs. I’ll stress again... this is a ROSTER meeting, not a board room meeting.

The roster all speak up in unison to agree.

Hazard: Same goes for everyone I reckon, if you have something to say, make sure it’s about Revenge or something important. The board room is NOTHING to do with us, they have that table in the headquarters for a reason.

Tempest: Hazard, you’re right. Carmen, MadDog, MadDog’s peons, we’ll talk about this another time. From now on, ANYTHING other than things initially on the agenda are banned!

This is greeted with a warm welcome from those present.

Tempest: Now Hazard, I believe you and Jack said something before, I forgot it in all the chaos.

Jack and Hazard stand forward.

Hazard: Yeah, me and Jack vs. Dan Bennett and Jack Mercy at Revenge?

[Tag to Tempest]

[Vestal]

Terrence Storm bursts into the room out of breath...all eyes and heads turn...

T-Storm: The man of the hour is here...

Storm points to Vestal as he enters the room, rolling his eyes at Storm...then takes a quick look around staring at Ciaren briefly...

Ciaren: Whats your problem mate?

Vestal grins then turns his focus on the MadDog...

Vestal: You looking like a desparate man considering the fact that someone tried to blow you up Dog...bringing in that piece of trash as your lawyer...

Pointing at J-Mac and laughing...

Vestal: You couldn't have brought the biggest clown in here...oh wait TDV has that title...anyhows Lucifer you as always seem to be pissing on the wrong post as always...your losing focus...focus on just who tried to kill you...

MadDog: I got...

Vestal: nothing...no leads other than blaming the obvious...the peoples choice for planting the bomb in your car...the next XWA champ Rose...

Ciaren: I beg to differ mate...

Rose stands up...

Rose: Oye wait a minute there!

Vestal: No need to argue about it boys leave that for your match...now Lucifer I know just who did it!

Vestal now has MadDog's full attention and the two men meet in the centre of the room...

Vestal: And before you go on a rampage here...that person is not with us right now...

MadDog gets right up into Vestal's face...

MadDog: You better tell me now or...

Vestal places his arm between them and pushes MadDog back from his face...

Vestal: Or what Lucifer? Assault me? Sue me?

Several of the wrestlers laugh including Tempest...

Vestal: Now I am gonna give your pea sized brain a clue...this man has been closer to death than you and survived...but is not among us...now Tempest!

Vestal turns his attention to the monitor holding a smug face of the new owner of the XWA...

Vestal: You have been avoiding me...what is your excuse? I get told don't show up for shovel shot because you are in bad shape...and to me you don't seem to beat up right now...what kind of coward are you Tempest? the one that pretends he is hurt just so you can make a big transaction to buy this place out?

MadDog: He took...

Vestal turns around and snaps back at MadDog...

Vestal: Lucifer shut your hole I am in no mood to talk you now...

Vestal faces the monitor again...

Vestal: So while we are battling the Legion and what is left of them...you are buying us all out...that seems to me as though you are pulling the wool over all of our eyes...so before you make 3 Jacks and a Dan fight...you need to meet me out in the centre of the ring at Revenge and answer my questions and answer the boys...stop being a coward Tempest...you gonna meet me and be a man? or you just gonna keep being the coward that you are right now and hide behind that monitor?


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