A Hostage situation

[Millson and Simpson]

The security at the door of the GHW GM Smarky Smark always take a small cigarette break together, one of the routines that will one day get them fired. Their day had possibly come. For this day was the day that their services had failed.

As the guards huddled together, trying to hide the fact they were a) smoking on duty and b) breaking the law with it, a man slides along the corridor and slips inside the GM's office, knowing full well that Smarky is dealing with the EVO Rookies at the moment, knowing that if he can get in and stop Erin, who is doing the GM's paperwork for him, before she alerts the guards, he can have more time to formulate a plan for later.

Without thinking, the mystery man charges in and knocks the table that Erin's working on onto her lap, the force sending Rajkowski backwards on her chair, hitting her head on the floor. The man quickly vaults the table and sticks his hand over Erin's mouth, dragging her to her feet and pulling her to the door, locking it from the inside. The man lets go of the secretary and pushes her away, pulling off his ski mask and revealing himself as the Daddy's Boy, Mighty Man Millson II. The GM's secretary shouts for the guards, who professionally rush to the door and try to open it, but stop when they figure out the door is locked from the inside. The burly guards then batter at the door, trying to shunt it open, but a calm Millson pulls out a gun from his pocket, and Erin screams.

I have a gun! Leave me alone, or the girl gets it!

The battering stops, and the scene goes into silence.

Bring me Smarky! Now!

TBC- Smarky Smark

[newgm]

The GHW secretary had been through a lot in life, but even they this tough girl would squeal with fright when staring down the barrel of a gun. Millson grows impatient of the lack of movement coming from the other side of the locked door, and barks through the wood to the two men.

“GET HIM OR I SHOOT HER BRAINS OUT!”

“Okay! I will call him!”

And with that, the larger of the two guards quickly draws his cellphone, jabbing a combination of numbers on the keypad before putting the phone to his ear. After a momentary pause, the silence is broken- not by a hello, but by the opening of the door between the corridor and the waiting area of the GM's office. Ironically, it's Smarky who arrives on the scene, oblivious to what is going on.

“Guys, shouldn't you be-”

“SMARKY!”

“Someone's on their period...”

“Uh boss? He has Erin in there, and claims to have a gun.”

“Hmm... Alright Millson. I know the gun is a fake, dumbass. Now get out of here, and we'll pretend this never ha-”

*BOOM*

Screams soon follow, and strangely, they are followed with a sigh of relief, proving that Erin wasn't hit. Smarky scratches his stubble in a panic, before succumbing to MMM.

“What do you want?”


TBC

[Millson and Simpson]

What don't I want? I want the world.

Millson tells Erin to get on her knees, which she does with no hesitation, knowing that she could very well take her last breath if she refuses. The Ultimate Ego goes through the GM's cabinet and finds a roll of tape, which he uses to tape over the mouth of the secretary, never taking his eyes off her, ever alert for the danger.

Smarky, ever since I joined this company, 6 months ago, I've watched untalented goons get title shot after title shot. I've had one title shot in 6 months. That's freakin' ridiculous. Even after I went undefeated last month, I had to have a number 1 contender match instead of a title shot. And then, part two of the problem. Robertson Ryder cost me my last match with a baseball bat to the head.

As the guards try to quietly force the lock, with Millson megalomaniacally giving out a history lesson, Erin starts to cry, knowing she's in a room with a mad gun-wielding maniac.

So I want one of two things. Either, I get a title shot, either New Age or Television, screw Hughes and Young Gangsta. I could beat them with my eyes shut. Secondly, as you condone the practices of Ryder, I don't think you're up to the job of GM. So I want you to draw me up a contract with one of two conditions and slide it under the door. Either, give me a title shot, or I want, your resignation as GM and the appointment of Mighty Man Millson II as GM of Tuesday Night Triumph and GHW Live. Got that, good.

TBC- Smarky Smark

[newgm]

“And fans cheer for you?”

Smarky puts his head in his hands, and runs possible scenarios in his mind. Unfortunately, near enough all of them seem to end in Erin being killed. The GM raises his head after a while, and gives Millson some sort of compromise.

“Okay, how about this. Young Gangsta has his place booked at Blood Runs Cold... BUT- I can give you a shot at Reeves next week. It means you get a shot, and you let Erin go, right now. Any funny business, and the deal is off.”

Silence. No one speaks, as Smarky, Erin and the security guards wait with baited breath for some sort of answer. After what seems like hours, sound comes from the other room.

TBC

[Millson and Simpson]

Deal!

After a pause, the door opens a crack and Erin is pushed out of the door, allowing the guards to quickly rush in. However, anticipating the move, the Daddy's Boy has opened the window in the office and leapt through it, escaping justice. The gun is still on the table, with a piece of card attached to it. It reads-

'Check my cartridge'

Smarky does as he's told and checks the cartridge, shocked to see that there's no bullets in it, the one shot he heard being the only one that would have done any damage. The Gm looks down, annoyed with himself for panicking.

EOT