Post by Head Booker on Dec 21, 2001 16:42:35 GMT -6
Within the conference room of the Command Suite,the Director of Wrestling Affairs,Tate Troublesome,and the President of GZW 2K1,John Profit,are discussing business.
Profit:
I've come across some troubling news,Tate.Seems that I have to do some restructuring around here.
Tate:
Okay.Who's gettin' fired?
Profit:
No one.Yet.I want you to referee the main event this coming up Manslaughter.As it was your fault that Maxx Pain is even getting a title shot at Deacon,I want you to "insure" that Deacon walks away with the GZW Heavyweight title.
Tate: (cocking his head,staring at Profit)
My fault?!Are you out of your fuckin'' mind?It's not my fault that Pain whooped Union Jack's ass!It's not my fault you brought jack back into the GZW,when you knew it was far too soon for him to be back after his injuries!
Profit:
Sit down,Tate.
Tate: (walking up on the seated Profit)
Fuck you!You might be the President around here,but I'm still da Rebel for da Hell of It!!I'll ref the match,Profit,but don't expect me to "insure" anythin'.I'll call it straight down the middle,fair and square.See you might not believe in that 7'4" blob of shit that you call a champion,but I know what he can do.
Tate grabs Profit by the collar and gets directly in his face.
Tate:
I don't know what game you're on,Profit,but I made Bad Influence.I'm a team player.It was me who stepped aside way back after Dark Horizon to let our master plan work.
Profit: (calmly)
Take your hands off of me,Tate,and get out of my face.
Tate: (pushing him into chair)
Don't cross me,Profit.Don't fuckin' think about crossin' me.
Tate walks out of the conference room.Profit looks on with a evil smirk.
Profit:
I won't cross you,Tate,because you have crossed yourself.
Profit:
I've come across some troubling news,Tate.Seems that I have to do some restructuring around here.
Tate:
Okay.Who's gettin' fired?
Profit:
No one.Yet.I want you to referee the main event this coming up Manslaughter.As it was your fault that Maxx Pain is even getting a title shot at Deacon,I want you to "insure" that Deacon walks away with the GZW Heavyweight title.
Tate: (cocking his head,staring at Profit)
My fault?!Are you out of your fuckin'' mind?It's not my fault that Pain whooped Union Jack's ass!It's not my fault you brought jack back into the GZW,when you knew it was far too soon for him to be back after his injuries!
Profit:
Sit down,Tate.
Tate: (walking up on the seated Profit)
Fuck you!You might be the President around here,but I'm still da Rebel for da Hell of It!!I'll ref the match,Profit,but don't expect me to "insure" anythin'.I'll call it straight down the middle,fair and square.See you might not believe in that 7'4" blob of shit that you call a champion,but I know what he can do.
Tate grabs Profit by the collar and gets directly in his face.
Tate:
I don't know what game you're on,Profit,but I made Bad Influence.I'm a team player.It was me who stepped aside way back after Dark Horizon to let our master plan work.
Profit: (calmly)
Take your hands off of me,Tate,and get out of my face.
Tate: (pushing him into chair)
Don't cross me,Profit.Don't fuckin' think about crossin' me.
Tate walks out of the conference room.Profit looks on with a evil smirk.
Profit:
I won't cross you,Tate,because you have crossed yourself.
