Post by wasted on Jun 8, 2011 18:38:32 GMT -5
The camera fades from a Trojan Man: Ultimate Pleasure commercial, then the feed begins to brighten again. The Tron comes to life, showing those lucky enough to not be watching at home, what’s transpiring backstage. Behind a prodigious, luxurious, polished oak wood desk sits TNT’s own General Manager, Smarky Smark. He seems candidly unaware of the camera man’s presences as he scratches a black, ballpoint pen across a piece of paper, stopping to think occasionally about what he’s working on. Just as a knocking on Smarky’s door is heard, the GM quickly relocates the paper we was pensively working on to a pile in the right hand corner of his desk, then reaches from the left hand pile and begins to mark it with his pen.
“Come in!”
Smarky screams at whoever stands behind the door, not for a moment taking his eyes off of the work he has before him. The door then subsequently squeaks open, then shuts as soon as the person walks in. The camera still pointed at Smarky is soon disrupted, showing the rear-end of a man, who is wearing “DM”. The fans simultaneously let out a fervent sigh, not wanting to hear the rant of the older Night. Smarky peers up from his work, places the pen on top of the paper and folds his hands on top of his cluttered desk. He does his best to sound polite when he speaks, but it’s to no avail his tone leaves intimations of his annoyance in it.
“Hello, Mr. Night. How could I help you!?”
The camera now zooms out, fitting both figures comfortably in the same frame. Duke, however, now pulls his chair out; away from the GM’s desk and plants his ass firmly into it’s cushion, then speaks.
“Please, the name‘s now Duke Malum. Do you really think I want to be affiliated with the Night family?”
Smarky Smark raises an eyebrow before proposing a question.
“Something wrong, Duke…?”
“Ahh, family problems. I‘m sure you could understand. But forget all that, that‘s not why I‘m here. I‘m here to express my concern for future here at Glory and Honor Wrestling, especially the TNT brand. You see, Smarky, it has become frighteningly manifest that you’ve been over looking my talent and potential since my signing with GHW. First off, I was extremely irritated to find out I‘ve been left off the prestigious NeXuS card, then to top things off I even got left off this weeks TNT card it seems! Explain yourself, Smarky!”
The General Manager’s face flushes over with anger, growing a dark red amber color when he speaks. His folded hands tighten, as man obvious when his knuckles turn flesh white. He speaks to Duke with a feigned smile, trying his best to maintain his cool.
“Privileges such as matches don‘t just get given out around here. This isn‘t EVPW! They‘re earned, and to be quite frank with you, I haven‘t seen much of anything by you that should require anything more than maybe a pat on the back, but even then that‘s pushing it! All I‘ve seen from you is a bunch of mouth running and dick sucking to Taylor and Alex! So for you to come into MY office and demand that I give you an explanation while I‘m busy at work signing YOUR paychecks for SITTING in the locker room doing nothing is absurd! But you know what, I think there is an opening in tonights card! You want a match you got it.”
Smarky begins to furiously point his right, index finger close to Duke Malum’s face.
“Tonight you‘ll go one on one, in a non-title match against the one and only Hayden HardKore!”
Fans across the world and throughout the arena explode in cheer. They all know Duke is no match for their beloved Hayden HardKore and can’t wait to see him get his ass handed to him by their very own Dual Champion. Furious and frightened by Smarky’s announcement, knowing he is in fact no match for this years NeXuS finalist, Duke jumps to his feet, kicking the chair he once sat in back a few feet. He grips his head with both hands and begins to try and plead with Smarky.
“Smark- no, I didn’t mean to-”
“And you better get ready because this match, is next!”
The screen slowly fades out to another commercial break.
#EOT
“Come in!”
Smarky screams at whoever stands behind the door, not for a moment taking his eyes off of the work he has before him. The door then subsequently squeaks open, then shuts as soon as the person walks in. The camera still pointed at Smarky is soon disrupted, showing the rear-end of a man, who is wearing “DM”. The fans simultaneously let out a fervent sigh, not wanting to hear the rant of the older Night. Smarky peers up from his work, places the pen on top of the paper and folds his hands on top of his cluttered desk. He does his best to sound polite when he speaks, but it’s to no avail his tone leaves intimations of his annoyance in it.
“Hello, Mr. Night. How could I help you!?”
The camera now zooms out, fitting both figures comfortably in the same frame. Duke, however, now pulls his chair out; away from the GM’s desk and plants his ass firmly into it’s cushion, then speaks.
“Please, the name‘s now Duke Malum. Do you really think I want to be affiliated with the Night family?”
Smarky Smark raises an eyebrow before proposing a question.
“Something wrong, Duke…?”
“Ahh, family problems. I‘m sure you could understand. But forget all that, that‘s not why I‘m here. I‘m here to express my concern for future here at Glory and Honor Wrestling, especially the TNT brand. You see, Smarky, it has become frighteningly manifest that you’ve been over looking my talent and potential since my signing with GHW. First off, I was extremely irritated to find out I‘ve been left off the prestigious NeXuS card, then to top things off I even got left off this weeks TNT card it seems! Explain yourself, Smarky!”
The General Manager’s face flushes over with anger, growing a dark red amber color when he speaks. His folded hands tighten, as man obvious when his knuckles turn flesh white. He speaks to Duke with a feigned smile, trying his best to maintain his cool.
“Privileges such as matches don‘t just get given out around here. This isn‘t EVPW! They‘re earned, and to be quite frank with you, I haven‘t seen much of anything by you that should require anything more than maybe a pat on the back, but even then that‘s pushing it! All I‘ve seen from you is a bunch of mouth running and dick sucking to Taylor and Alex! So for you to come into MY office and demand that I give you an explanation while I‘m busy at work signing YOUR paychecks for SITTING in the locker room doing nothing is absurd! But you know what, I think there is an opening in tonights card! You want a match you got it.”
Smarky begins to furiously point his right, index finger close to Duke Malum’s face.
“Tonight you‘ll go one on one, in a non-title match against the one and only Hayden HardKore!”
Fans across the world and throughout the arena explode in cheer. They all know Duke is no match for their beloved Hayden HardKore and can’t wait to see him get his ass handed to him by their very own Dual Champion. Furious and frightened by Smarky’s announcement, knowing he is in fact no match for this years NeXuS finalist, Duke jumps to his feet, kicking the chair he once sat in back a few feet. He grips his head with both hands and begins to try and plead with Smarky.
“Smark- no, I didn’t mean to-”
“And you better get ready because this match, is next!”
The screen slowly fades out to another commercial break.
#EOT
