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Post by Shaun Hart on Dec 24, 2021 20:35:57 GMT
Match Six #1 Contender Tag Team Tournament Match BUM Squad vs The James Gang
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Post by Bob Mitchell on Dec 28, 2021 19:45:31 GMT
It's been some time since we've seen the inside of Bob Mitchell's office. Months probably. Month at least. A long while anyway. Sometimes it's hard to get into the work offices of the Managing Director of IIW, but today IIW's cameras have found their way in.
Bob: Is this supposed to be a fucking joke?
Neither of the BUM Squad members can really register an answer to this question, they just look at each other and shrug. Behind Bob at his desk Charlotte Vaughan doesn't react, instead she continues to stand there, arm crossed, uninterested in what was going on around her.
McGhee: Problems boss?
Bob looks at him incredulously.
Bob: Problems? Problems, Phillip? PROBLEMS!?! DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M HAVING PROBLEMS YOU FUCKING MORON!?!
McGhee shrugs.
McGhee: That vein is starting to bulge on your forehead again. Joe said that means problems boss.
“Stabby” Joe shakes his head to confirm Phillip C. McGhee's theory.
Bob: First, the top star in this entire FUCKING business decides out of NOWHERE that he's going to retire. He ALMOST takes the World Title with him, then Netflix tries to threaten ME with legal action for their royal FUCK UP, after I did everything in my power to keep this company running while the owner drank away half the earnings and the Netflix guy embezzled the other half, but I saved this company. Half the new talent ran off when their Netflix checks bounced and somehow that's MY fault?... And now there's this...
He gestures towards his desk which is covered with it's usual papers and fast food wrapper garbage, but most noticeably laying across the top of it all acting like an unconventional paperweight is a big heavy rope tied into a noose.
Bob: What fucking joker snuck in here and did this? While you two were supposed to be watching the door no less? I'll fucking tell you who's idea of a hilarious practical joke this is, it's that damned James Gang! See those boys are tease you two morons, and why not? The two of you combined could get outsmarted by this rope on you best day.
When I agreed to start managing you two you told me all you needed was a fresh start and someone to believe in. Well I believe half my best shoes smell like piss now thanks to standing in your corner ever goddamned night! You said you could turn it around, but all you've managed to be was the same worthless piles of shit you've been since you started with this company. A wet paper bag could beat the two of you, much less the James Gang! Do I need to remind either of you barely coherent idiots that this is the same gang that broke into my office MONTHS ago to kick off a changing of the tide in IIW? They were the ones that stole the Tag Team titles off THIS desk, the very desk you two promised to put them back on. They were the ones that brought Blade and I back into IIW and they were the ones that TRIED to break into the cage at World's Collide where my team deposed that megalomaniac Osh in the first place!
This entire cluster fuck was wholly their fault and now they're back yet again to settle whatever vendetta they've dreamt up they have against me!
McGhee: Geez boss, we didn't know it means that much to ye, it's just a rope...
Bob: Just a rope? JUST a ROPE!?! You dimwit, don't you realize what that is? That's THE rope! That's the same rope we hung Blade Alexander with!
Joe: Come on, that could be any rope really.
Bob: It's the fucking symbolism you idiot! It doesn't matter if it's the same rope! It's the point! We hung that boy out to dry and now that James Gang want to be a giant pain in my ass as remind me of what I did...
Joe: Doesn't seem all that bad really... We hung that kid. Was kinda fun, really...
Bob: Fun, yeah real fun... Look where it's gotten us... Cain lost the TV title, big help from any of you... You two have done NOTHING since I let you come on board. If you two can't permanently get the James Gang OFF my ass at Mayhem in January then you can forget ANY of this. No more being in the club, no more pissing on my office furniture... And no more FREE MEALS! You beat the James Gang or you're out on your ASSES!
Fade.
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