The Knights of the Squared Circle PT 2/3
Aug 9, 2021 11:59:51 GMT -5
Magdalena Lockheart, Tempest, and 1 more like this
Post by wwjbcd on Aug 9, 2021 11:59:51 GMT -5
“You got picked on a lot in high school didn’t you?” Trent leans forward. “You think I give two flying god damns if I fucking impress your god damn fanbase with my wrestling ability? I have turned down joining this pile of shit wrestling federation for years because quite frankly none of you impress me. You think I wanna show up unannounced to the blind kid’s school and start tripping people? Come on man...surely you’ve got a better carrot to dangle than that. What’s in it for us? Impress me mother fucker...make this worth my fucking time. Because so far, honestly Johnny, I feel like you should change your last name to Missmaker.”
“Mr. Steel I…” Ben starts to say something.
“Shut up Ben.”
Johnny held out his hands like he didn’t know what he did. He shakes his head, “Man, where is all this hostility COMING from? Mr. Steel, look, if the big time is too MUCH for you, just say the word and we can sort out something else for you! But as far as the REST of you are concerned, if you want some sort of incentive to working for me, look no further than the success of my other clients! Ava Lacklan was the most dominant Chaos Champion of all time, Kenzi Grey-Lacklan is the REIGNING 30SPWC Undisputed Heavyweight Champion, Atara Themis… is Atara Themis, need I say more? Sierra Silver is a young up-and-comer with boundless potential who recently achieved World Champion status thanks to my tutelage, and Hide here… HIDE HERE… is one of the GREATEST World Heavyweight Champions of all time!”
Hide looks up in confusion, but then recalls that he indeed did have an impressive run with the title.
“WE came into The Coalition as outcasts TOO, you know! A LOT of folks weren’t Coalitioners: Sloane, Sebastian, and they TOO have become World Champions! The Fates are on the side of the outliers, the unwanted, the unexpected. NOBODY expects you guys to agree to anything I say, and therein lies the beauty of this proposal! The cards are in your lap, folks; all you need to do is turn them over and see!”
Maggie looks over at the phone, and then down at the still-bound-and-gagged Ragdoll. She turns back to Johnny.
"I can't speak for Mr. Steel, or Miss Murder Clown, obviously." Lockheart turns her attention directly to Hide. "Or even Mr. Multiverse. But this is exactly what I expected to hear."
Lockheart closes the gap between her and Hide. Security rushes to get between them.
"You're just a man of opportunity, Mr. Hitmaker." Lockheart locks eyes with Hide, her lip curls. "Even with a star-studded cast, you're always looking to improve. And I can only imagine how that makes your current clients... feel. So what do you say, Hide? Champion to champion... doesn't that just make you want to punch me right in the face?"
Hide, with the help of the late-to-the-party nameless translator, shrugs his shoulders, “There are plenty of parts to the turkey; no one needs to be left wanting.”
“Well I wanna punch someone in the face…” Trent says sarcastically. “Ben, go punch Maggie in the face.”
“Sir...I would like to tender my resignation.”
“You’re smarter than you look Ben. You get a raise.”
“Thank you sir!” Ben smiles as he looks over at Maggie and then kinda cowers a bit behind the phone and briefcase. There is a murmur from Ragdoll who begins bouncing around in the chair. The guard risks peeling back the duct tape.
'Hey wait, listen, listen…' She clamps down hard on the guard's finger and he screams loudly. He is able to pull it free before she bites all the way through and she wildly laughs, 'I scream! Get it? He gets it.'
She spits some blood onto the floor and tries to bounce forward in the chair towards Johnny, quite unsuccessfully. Another guard puts his hand on the chair to prevent it from moving.
'Hey Ben! You can punch me!' she giggles, her smile revealing the blood still on her teeth, 'I don't bite!'
“But you just bit that man.” Ben says as Trent is trying to keep his composure, not angry wise but trying to keep himself from laughing his ass off.
"Oh come now," Maggie says as she walks over behind Ragdoll, and starts to wheel her chair towards Johnny. "You heard what Hide said. It's Thanksgiving, there's plenty of turkey for everybody."
“Make a wish!” Trent says as he lit up a cigarette where he was located at. Ben looks down at the phone and rolls his eyes.
“Mr. Steel...you know you can’t smoke at the hospital.”
“Can so...I just did.”
Johnny scrambles to his feet and gets behind his chair, assuming he was now safe, “Ah, no, sorry, I’ve decided that *cough* I’d become a *cough* vegetarian this year- CAN YOU GET THAT AWAY FROM ME PLEASE?!”
The sedatives Johnny had taken to not have a psychotic breakdown in Ragdoll’s presence were wearing off.
"I get it now." Lockheart smirks as she pats Ragdoll on the shoulder. "They DO scream."
Ragdoll chomps her teeth at Johnny. The smile never leaves her face but her golden eyes are wide and wild once more.
“Ben, I can tell you like her...this doesn’t count as dating on company time.”
“Mr. Steel, you are slowly beginning to worry me…”
To everyone’s surprise, the door opens yet again. This time a beefy, clean shaven man with sharp eyes and sharper suit, steps in and scans the room. He makes eye contact with the occupants and then nods at Johnny.
“It’s clear, Ms. Gabbard.” He steps aside but maintains a vigilant stance to deter any shenanigans from befalling the woman under his protection. It’s clear that this security individual is from the creme of the crop, not the bottom of the barrel that Johnny apparently hires.
The hated harlot from Carnage Wrestling, yes, Emily Gabbard walks into the room with her manager, Rex, flanked to her left. He’s carrying the CW title belts that they took from the CW Hall of Legends during their final promotional piece at CW’s last show. She takes one cursory glance across the room and instantly becomes frightened at the sight of Ragdoll. Before Carnage closed its doors, Emily threw some parting shots at the clown girl, thinking she would never see or hear about her again.
She nervously smiles and diverts her eyes over to Johnny. Seeing his stupid face eases the fear brougth forth by Ragdoll and replaces it with disgust.
“Why did you request me here? What was so important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone or at my estate? This better damn well be about my contract and you voiding it.” More repulsion washes over her impeccably perfect face as she retrieves a sanitizer hand wipe from Rex’s suit breast pocket and cleans herself. She crumples it, ready for discarding.
“Where’s your trashcan, Johnny?” She quips before he can reply to her original line of questioning. She suddenly realizes that Ragdoll is actually quite restrained. Very much so. Very harmless. Feeling brave all of a sudden, she takes the waded hand wipe and says “Nevermind, found it” before tossing the ball of damp cloth across the room where it smacks Ragdoll on the face. Johnny’s eyes widened at the act, but then he wondered if Ragdoll was even capable of revenge. The end result might not matter either way. He shook off the feeling.
“Ms. Gabbard! You’ve made it, that’s just great!” Johnny said cheerfully before pulling out a seat next to him and beckoning her to sit. “I’ve just been telling these fine folks here of my plans to wrangle you all into The Coalition!”
Emily looks at the uncomfortable looking cheap seat offered to her and slides it back under the table.
“Uh, no thank you.”
Jaclyn looks down at the cloth and back to Emily. Her golden eyes are furious, quite the contrast to her Cheshire smile.
'One’s backfire. Two’s gunplay,’ she promises, though the threat seems less than plausible given her current circumstances.
Emily side-eyes Ragdoll but dares not make a retort. She’s gotten away with her antic and isn’t going to press any further. She motions for Johnny to speed things up.
‘Hurry up. Give me the termination contract and I’ll be on my way.” She snaps, completely dismissing Johnny’s bally-hoo about some kind of stupid coalition. Emily wouldn’t be caught dead in a coalition among anybody in professional wrestling, let alone the troglodytes in the room with her.
"There is no termination." Lockheart reasons as she walks towards the exit. "He doesn't have the money for our contracts. He wants UGWC to pick up the bill."
There was a long LONG pause. Johnny’s expression didn’t change during it. It was almost as if he were frozen in time. “Well. That’s simply not true. But anyway! Ms. Gabbard, listen, you help me out here, and say maybe you don’t NEED to do those 20 matches anymore, huh?”
“Ooohhh a double cross..and me without my popcorn.” Trent says through the phone smirking as Ben keeps ahold of the briefcase.
“Who’s double-crossing who?” Johnny asked innocently, “Who’s getting double-crossed here? You? Me? Emily? Definitely not HER-”
He says as he points at Ragdoll. “And quite frankly, I’d appreciate it if maybe someone put a blanket over her so I can at least PRETEND to not be having a mental breakdown! Also, remove her voice box. Come on, now, one of you do it. You work for me, after all.”
'Yea! You heard the man! Come get a bite!'
Ragdoll makes chomping motions at the closest guard. He shuffles uncomfortably away so as not to become the next person voluntold to engage with the Maniac.
Suddenly, during the arguments going on, The Monstimals/Lord Raab manager Henry Losak, who deals with the contracts of his men comes directly up to Johnny Hitmaker as he shook his head, knowing how dumb this really is for him to waste his time.
“Do you know how ridiculous you are, trying to buy out Lord Raab’s, Samuel McPherson’s contracts? I signed Lord Raab over to Level Up because not only was it to not freak him out, but also so he has somewhere other than UGWC to wrestle at. There are no opponents in UGWC for him to face. You aren’t going to have Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson under your wings, especially Lord Raab doesn’t trust anyone, but himself."
From behind them booms a voice, “Maggie, you really are slumming hanging out with that jackass.” Mac Bane enters the room pointing at Johnny. Adjusting his newly won Sin City Wrestling World Title on his shoulder he glares at Johnny. “The man with no brains and no balls. I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you in person but that would be a lie. Oh, look, you brought your puppy with you.” he says motioning at Hide. “Chained up like a beast of burden.” He says trying to get a response or reaction from Hide. To further the insult, Mac smooths the front of his brand new Gabriel Baal t-shirt and smiles at Hitmaker. “If I were to come to UGWC, it damn sure wouldn’t be a part of anything that you are running, Johnny.”
“MAC!” Trent says waving from the screen on the phone being held up by Ben. “How you holding up ya old fucker.”
"Old? Shit, I'm in my prime." He says through a grin. "I'm good, you old reprobate, being rich looks good on you. Keep that shit up, son. "
"Speaking of," Maggie said with a grin as she passed the newly crowned SCW World champion and the Man of Steel on the videophone. "Maybe Trent should be the one to buy out our contracts. At least that would be fun."
“Okay, okay, okay, hold on a sec here!” Johnny said, getting more and more annoyed at every waking second going by that no one does anything about Ragdoll. Oh, and everyone coming into the meeting at different times and shitting all over him. “FIRST off, Mark Bane, don’t talk to my client, talk to me! SECOND, nice shirt, does it come in your size? I sure hope it wasn’t washed in whatever poisons that DICK dabbles in! THIRDLY, whosoever comes to The Coalition, comes under MY tutelage, so YES, Mr. Bane, you WOULD be part of anything I’d run!”
Johnny scoffs several times, simply not comprehending why no virtually no one is on board with his proposals (read: isn’t reading the room whatsoever). “I-I-I just don’t get it! I really don’t. I thought I was in the presence of WRESTLERS! Everyone LOOKS the part, but the way you’re all acting, you may as well be, like… American Gladiators or something! So you know what? You wanna poo-poo over my ideas - BRILLIANT ideas, I might add! - then go on, kick rocks, go put on those red or blue costumes and learn to wield that padded stick they give you! I asked for generals, and what do I get: FOOTSOLDIERS! MOOKS!! GOONS!!! WANNABES!!!!!”
With each exclamation, he pounds both fists onto the table. He clutches at the back of his head with both hands and leans back in his chair. He exhales deeply, “I KNEW Duncan would be wrong about doing this, I just KNEW it!!”
Trent looks down at a stopwatch. “Seven minutes...he lasted longer than Bridges before blowing a gasket...by a few seconds.”
“Mr. Steel. I kind of feel sorry for the guy.” Ben says. Trent takes another drag off of his cigarette.
“As far as me buying people’s contracts. I could…”
“You could play a game of “Hide and Go Fuck Yourself,” a man’s voice is heard from the back of the room, interrupting Johnny in midsentence.Everyone turns around to see Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson standing side by side. “How are you doing there, Johnny Titmilker? “Godly” Ken Davison. Kyra Johnson. You may recognize us as the heart and soul of Carnage Wrestling.”
Ken turns and smiles at Ragdoll. “Good girl,” he says as he pats her on the head.
"Hey, asshole. Hey ya'll." Kyra says, first speaking to Johnny and then to everyone else in the room. She then glances at her fiancé. "Okay, can I kick him in the balls now?"
“Not yet. I mean, he’s “The Man With Two Brains”, but God only blessed him with enough blood to operate one at a time. You can’t damage the one he actually uses. Well, I mean, you could...”
Kyra nods and winks at Johnny. "That's the only reason I'm here…"
“So, other than coming in here and acting like a fanny pack of bitches…”
“Fanny pack of bitches?”
“Yeah, it’s like a funnier way of calling him a bag of dicks.”
“I like it.”
“So, other than coming in here acting like a F.O.B., why in the bluest of blue hells are you here?”
Mac chuckles and fist bumps Ken, "He thinks, and I use that term loosely, that he has some kind of control over us as a group." He glares at Johnny again. "He's wrong about a great many things. As for who we are as a group, we are most definitely professional wrestlers, Johnny. However, we are under no obligation to entertain your offer."
“Ben, make a note for me.”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Steel…”
“Next time I see Ken here, remind me to punch him in the dick.” Ben pulls out his other phone and starts to take the note then looks at Ken and Kyra. He then puts his other phone away. “Also congratulations to you two.”
"Thank you, Trent." Kyra replies, smiling.
In an uncharacteristically aggressive act, Emily slams a dainty balled fist against the table. It hurts. She yelps. She glares at Johnny as she nurses her poor little hurt hand. “You listen to me right this instance, Johnny Hitmaker. I won’t be part of your little Hee-Haw Factory here..” She gestures arily at the rest in the room. “All these jackasses…” she huffs. “But if you did pull a fast one on someone and seized control of my contract, you’re going to regret it that’s for sure!”
"He doesn't have as much control as he thinks he has, Ms. Gabbard. At least, not over some of us. Once he's done insulting us, I'd be curious to hear him out IF[/b] there is an actual business proposition involved."
Ken glares at Johnny.
"So, are you here to talk business or not?"
Johnny continued to take on further verbal abuse silently. The more that was said by the more people that would show up, the wider his eyes got. The more he swore he could smell smoke coming from his ears. But something immediately calmed him down: look who all showed up: Magdalena Lockheart, Ragdoll, Trent Steel (via conference call thanks to Ben Alexander), The Avenger, Emily Gabbard (with Rex), The Monstimals (Lord Raab & Samuel McPherson, via Henry Losak on behalf of his clients), Mac Bane, Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson; ot read as a who’s who of Carnage Wrestling! Despite everything, they came. Well, everyone except-
Breaking through the table and popping their head out of the hole was Android 69. Emily shrieked so loud that it could’ve pierced ears and woke the dead in their graves!
“I was in standalone mode defragmenting when my audial processors detected the voice of Emily Gabbard!” They said as they tore through the rest of that portion of table. Revealed underneath the wreckage was A69’s creator, The Masked Machinist. He looks embarrassed that their hiding place had been revealed, quickly getting out of the mess and standing next to his creation.
“Ah, we weren’t hiding, we just happened to be there when the tables got set up.” MM said unconvincingly.
“DO SOMETHING SOMEONE! GET THEM OUT OF HERE! JOHNNY!” The aristocrat cried with trembling lips as she dipped behind her nameless but capable security agent and her manager Rex. She peeked her head out from behind them to see if someone was going to take care of that misbegotten sentient trashcan.
Johnny just sat there, looking forward, not at them, not at anyone. Maybe if he stays perfectly still everyone will leave. But then his eyes begin to dart back and forth, reality acting like a cruel mistress towards him anew.
“What… were you two DOING… underneath this table… all this TIME?!” Johnny barked at the two.
“Defragmenting!” A69 said, “Like I said!”
Johnny then turned to look at MM expectantly.
“Watching them defrag!” he blurted out.
Johnny just shook his head in disgust, “Sickening. Just sickening.”
A69’s eyes literally lit up as he made eye contact with Emily. Adjusting their nonexistent tie and fixing their nonexistent hair, he robotically shimmies on over to her. “I like it like a dog bark: rough! Rough rough rough!!!”
“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU RETARDED ROOMBA!” Emily squeals. “YOU’RE NO JOHNNY-FIVE!” She adds with a voice thick with stress.
“...I ship it.” Trent says, holding his hands up in a little heart. Ben backs over to Ragdoll.
“Miss Doll...You scare me a lot less than that...thing.” As Ben says this the guffaw of his boss’ laughter can be heard by everyone in the room. Those that know Trent Steel laughing is usually followed by violence look quite unnerved.
'I don't think anyone would mind if I shot that thing right?' Ragdoll offered, turning up to Ben, 'Hey Ben Tin Tin! Fetch me that gun, my good man!'
Ragdoll motioned as best she could with her head to the H&K MP7 that is held by the guard. The guard, who could clearly hear her, stepped away. He tightened his grip on the gun.
'I pwomise I'll shoot just one,' she pleaded, her golden eyes wide and violent.
Johnny slapped the table with one hand and pointed at Android 69 with his other, “THAT is a ROBOT; HOW are you going to SHOOT it and have it DO anything?!”
“Mr. Steel I…” Ben starts to say something.
“Shut up Ben.”
Johnny held out his hands like he didn’t know what he did. He shakes his head, “Man, where is all this hostility COMING from? Mr. Steel, look, if the big time is too MUCH for you, just say the word and we can sort out something else for you! But as far as the REST of you are concerned, if you want some sort of incentive to working for me, look no further than the success of my other clients! Ava Lacklan was the most dominant Chaos Champion of all time, Kenzi Grey-Lacklan is the REIGNING 30SPWC Undisputed Heavyweight Champion, Atara Themis… is Atara Themis, need I say more? Sierra Silver is a young up-and-comer with boundless potential who recently achieved World Champion status thanks to my tutelage, and Hide here… HIDE HERE… is one of the GREATEST World Heavyweight Champions of all time!”
Hide looks up in confusion, but then recalls that he indeed did have an impressive run with the title.
“WE came into The Coalition as outcasts TOO, you know! A LOT of folks weren’t Coalitioners: Sloane, Sebastian, and they TOO have become World Champions! The Fates are on the side of the outliers, the unwanted, the unexpected. NOBODY expects you guys to agree to anything I say, and therein lies the beauty of this proposal! The cards are in your lap, folks; all you need to do is turn them over and see!”
Maggie looks over at the phone, and then down at the still-bound-and-gagged Ragdoll. She turns back to Johnny.
"I can't speak for Mr. Steel, or Miss Murder Clown, obviously." Lockheart turns her attention directly to Hide. "Or even Mr. Multiverse. But this is exactly what I expected to hear."
Lockheart closes the gap between her and Hide. Security rushes to get between them.
"You're just a man of opportunity, Mr. Hitmaker." Lockheart locks eyes with Hide, her lip curls. "Even with a star-studded cast, you're always looking to improve. And I can only imagine how that makes your current clients... feel. So what do you say, Hide? Champion to champion... doesn't that just make you want to punch me right in the face?"
Hide, with the help of the late-to-the-party nameless translator, shrugs his shoulders, “There are plenty of parts to the turkey; no one needs to be left wanting.”
“Well I wanna punch someone in the face…” Trent says sarcastically. “Ben, go punch Maggie in the face.”
“Sir...I would like to tender my resignation.”
“You’re smarter than you look Ben. You get a raise.”
“Thank you sir!” Ben smiles as he looks over at Maggie and then kinda cowers a bit behind the phone and briefcase. There is a murmur from Ragdoll who begins bouncing around in the chair. The guard risks peeling back the duct tape.
'Hey wait, listen, listen…' She clamps down hard on the guard's finger and he screams loudly. He is able to pull it free before she bites all the way through and she wildly laughs, 'I scream! Get it? He gets it.'
She spits some blood onto the floor and tries to bounce forward in the chair towards Johnny, quite unsuccessfully. Another guard puts his hand on the chair to prevent it from moving.
'Hey Ben! You can punch me!' she giggles, her smile revealing the blood still on her teeth, 'I don't bite!'
“But you just bit that man.” Ben says as Trent is trying to keep his composure, not angry wise but trying to keep himself from laughing his ass off.
"Oh come now," Maggie says as she walks over behind Ragdoll, and starts to wheel her chair towards Johnny. "You heard what Hide said. It's Thanksgiving, there's plenty of turkey for everybody."
“Make a wish!” Trent says as he lit up a cigarette where he was located at. Ben looks down at the phone and rolls his eyes.
“Mr. Steel...you know you can’t smoke at the hospital.”
“Can so...I just did.”
Johnny scrambles to his feet and gets behind his chair, assuming he was now safe, “Ah, no, sorry, I’ve decided that *cough* I’d become a *cough* vegetarian this year- CAN YOU GET THAT AWAY FROM ME PLEASE?!”
The sedatives Johnny had taken to not have a psychotic breakdown in Ragdoll’s presence were wearing off.
"I get it now." Lockheart smirks as she pats Ragdoll on the shoulder. "They DO scream."
Ragdoll chomps her teeth at Johnny. The smile never leaves her face but her golden eyes are wide and wild once more.
“Ben, I can tell you like her...this doesn’t count as dating on company time.”
“Mr. Steel, you are slowly beginning to worry me…”
To everyone’s surprise, the door opens yet again. This time a beefy, clean shaven man with sharp eyes and sharper suit, steps in and scans the room. He makes eye contact with the occupants and then nods at Johnny.
“It’s clear, Ms. Gabbard.” He steps aside but maintains a vigilant stance to deter any shenanigans from befalling the woman under his protection. It’s clear that this security individual is from the creme of the crop, not the bottom of the barrel that Johnny apparently hires.
The hated harlot from Carnage Wrestling, yes, Emily Gabbard walks into the room with her manager, Rex, flanked to her left. He’s carrying the CW title belts that they took from the CW Hall of Legends during their final promotional piece at CW’s last show. She takes one cursory glance across the room and instantly becomes frightened at the sight of Ragdoll. Before Carnage closed its doors, Emily threw some parting shots at the clown girl, thinking she would never see or hear about her again.
She nervously smiles and diverts her eyes over to Johnny. Seeing his stupid face eases the fear brougth forth by Ragdoll and replaces it with disgust.
“Why did you request me here? What was so important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone or at my estate? This better damn well be about my contract and you voiding it.” More repulsion washes over her impeccably perfect face as she retrieves a sanitizer hand wipe from Rex’s suit breast pocket and cleans herself. She crumples it, ready for discarding.
“Where’s your trashcan, Johnny?” She quips before he can reply to her original line of questioning. She suddenly realizes that Ragdoll is actually quite restrained. Very much so. Very harmless. Feeling brave all of a sudden, she takes the waded hand wipe and says “Nevermind, found it” before tossing the ball of damp cloth across the room where it smacks Ragdoll on the face. Johnny’s eyes widened at the act, but then he wondered if Ragdoll was even capable of revenge. The end result might not matter either way. He shook off the feeling.
“Ms. Gabbard! You’ve made it, that’s just great!” Johnny said cheerfully before pulling out a seat next to him and beckoning her to sit. “I’ve just been telling these fine folks here of my plans to wrangle you all into The Coalition!”
Emily looks at the uncomfortable looking cheap seat offered to her and slides it back under the table.
“Uh, no thank you.”
Jaclyn looks down at the cloth and back to Emily. Her golden eyes are furious, quite the contrast to her Cheshire smile.
'One’s backfire. Two’s gunplay,’ she promises, though the threat seems less than plausible given her current circumstances.
Emily side-eyes Ragdoll but dares not make a retort. She’s gotten away with her antic and isn’t going to press any further. She motions for Johnny to speed things up.
‘Hurry up. Give me the termination contract and I’ll be on my way.” She snaps, completely dismissing Johnny’s bally-hoo about some kind of stupid coalition. Emily wouldn’t be caught dead in a coalition among anybody in professional wrestling, let alone the troglodytes in the room with her.
"There is no termination." Lockheart reasons as she walks towards the exit. "He doesn't have the money for our contracts. He wants UGWC to pick up the bill."
There was a long LONG pause. Johnny’s expression didn’t change during it. It was almost as if he were frozen in time. “Well. That’s simply not true. But anyway! Ms. Gabbard, listen, you help me out here, and say maybe you don’t NEED to do those 20 matches anymore, huh?”
“Ooohhh a double cross..and me without my popcorn.” Trent says through the phone smirking as Ben keeps ahold of the briefcase.
“Who’s double-crossing who?” Johnny asked innocently, “Who’s getting double-crossed here? You? Me? Emily? Definitely not HER-”
He says as he points at Ragdoll. “And quite frankly, I’d appreciate it if maybe someone put a blanket over her so I can at least PRETEND to not be having a mental breakdown! Also, remove her voice box. Come on, now, one of you do it. You work for me, after all.”
'Yea! You heard the man! Come get a bite!'
Ragdoll makes chomping motions at the closest guard. He shuffles uncomfortably away so as not to become the next person voluntold to engage with the Maniac.
Suddenly, during the arguments going on, The Monstimals/Lord Raab manager Henry Losak, who deals with the contracts of his men comes directly up to Johnny Hitmaker as he shook his head, knowing how dumb this really is for him to waste his time.
“Do you know how ridiculous you are, trying to buy out Lord Raab’s, Samuel McPherson’s contracts? I signed Lord Raab over to Level Up because not only was it to not freak him out, but also so he has somewhere other than UGWC to wrestle at. There are no opponents in UGWC for him to face. You aren’t going to have Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson under your wings, especially Lord Raab doesn’t trust anyone, but himself."
From behind them booms a voice, “Maggie, you really are slumming hanging out with that jackass.” Mac Bane enters the room pointing at Johnny. Adjusting his newly won Sin City Wrestling World Title on his shoulder he glares at Johnny. “The man with no brains and no balls. I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you in person but that would be a lie. Oh, look, you brought your puppy with you.” he says motioning at Hide. “Chained up like a beast of burden.” He says trying to get a response or reaction from Hide. To further the insult, Mac smooths the front of his brand new Gabriel Baal t-shirt and smiles at Hitmaker. “If I were to come to UGWC, it damn sure wouldn’t be a part of anything that you are running, Johnny.”
“MAC!” Trent says waving from the screen on the phone being held up by Ben. “How you holding up ya old fucker.”
"Old? Shit, I'm in my prime." He says through a grin. "I'm good, you old reprobate, being rich looks good on you. Keep that shit up, son. "
"Speaking of," Maggie said with a grin as she passed the newly crowned SCW World champion and the Man of Steel on the videophone. "Maybe Trent should be the one to buy out our contracts. At least that would be fun."
“Okay, okay, okay, hold on a sec here!” Johnny said, getting more and more annoyed at every waking second going by that no one does anything about Ragdoll. Oh, and everyone coming into the meeting at different times and shitting all over him. “FIRST off, Mark Bane, don’t talk to my client, talk to me! SECOND, nice shirt, does it come in your size? I sure hope it wasn’t washed in whatever poisons that DICK dabbles in! THIRDLY, whosoever comes to The Coalition, comes under MY tutelage, so YES, Mr. Bane, you WOULD be part of anything I’d run!”
Johnny scoffs several times, simply not comprehending why no virtually no one is on board with his proposals (read: isn’t reading the room whatsoever). “I-I-I just don’t get it! I really don’t. I thought I was in the presence of WRESTLERS! Everyone LOOKS the part, but the way you’re all acting, you may as well be, like… American Gladiators or something! So you know what? You wanna poo-poo over my ideas - BRILLIANT ideas, I might add! - then go on, kick rocks, go put on those red or blue costumes and learn to wield that padded stick they give you! I asked for generals, and what do I get: FOOTSOLDIERS! MOOKS!! GOONS!!! WANNABES!!!!!”
With each exclamation, he pounds both fists onto the table. He clutches at the back of his head with both hands and leans back in his chair. He exhales deeply, “I KNEW Duncan would be wrong about doing this, I just KNEW it!!”
Trent looks down at a stopwatch. “Seven minutes...he lasted longer than Bridges before blowing a gasket...by a few seconds.”
“Mr. Steel. I kind of feel sorry for the guy.” Ben says. Trent takes another drag off of his cigarette.
“As far as me buying people’s contracts. I could…”
“You could play a game of “Hide and Go Fuck Yourself,” a man’s voice is heard from the back of the room, interrupting Johnny in midsentence.Everyone turns around to see Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson standing side by side. “How are you doing there, Johnny Titmilker? “Godly” Ken Davison. Kyra Johnson. You may recognize us as the heart and soul of Carnage Wrestling.”
Ken turns and smiles at Ragdoll. “Good girl,” he says as he pats her on the head.
"Hey, asshole. Hey ya'll." Kyra says, first speaking to Johnny and then to everyone else in the room. She then glances at her fiancé. "Okay, can I kick him in the balls now?"
“Not yet. I mean, he’s “The Man With Two Brains”, but God only blessed him with enough blood to operate one at a time. You can’t damage the one he actually uses. Well, I mean, you could...”
Kyra nods and winks at Johnny. "That's the only reason I'm here…"
“So, other than coming in here and acting like a fanny pack of bitches…”
“Fanny pack of bitches?”
“Yeah, it’s like a funnier way of calling him a bag of dicks.”
“I like it.”
“So, other than coming in here acting like a F.O.B., why in the bluest of blue hells are you here?”
Mac chuckles and fist bumps Ken, "He thinks, and I use that term loosely, that he has some kind of control over us as a group." He glares at Johnny again. "He's wrong about a great many things. As for who we are as a group, we are most definitely professional wrestlers, Johnny. However, we are under no obligation to entertain your offer."
“Ben, make a note for me.”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Steel…”
“Next time I see Ken here, remind me to punch him in the dick.” Ben pulls out his other phone and starts to take the note then looks at Ken and Kyra. He then puts his other phone away. “Also congratulations to you two.”
"Thank you, Trent." Kyra replies, smiling.
In an uncharacteristically aggressive act, Emily slams a dainty balled fist against the table. It hurts. She yelps. She glares at Johnny as she nurses her poor little hurt hand. “You listen to me right this instance, Johnny Hitmaker. I won’t be part of your little Hee-Haw Factory here..” She gestures arily at the rest in the room. “All these jackasses…” she huffs. “But if you did pull a fast one on someone and seized control of my contract, you’re going to regret it that’s for sure!”
"He doesn't have as much control as he thinks he has, Ms. Gabbard. At least, not over some of us. Once he's done insulting us, I'd be curious to hear him out IF[/b] there is an actual business proposition involved."
Ken glares at Johnny.
"So, are you here to talk business or not?"
Johnny continued to take on further verbal abuse silently. The more that was said by the more people that would show up, the wider his eyes got. The more he swore he could smell smoke coming from his ears. But something immediately calmed him down: look who all showed up: Magdalena Lockheart, Ragdoll, Trent Steel (via conference call thanks to Ben Alexander), The Avenger, Emily Gabbard (with Rex), The Monstimals (Lord Raab & Samuel McPherson, via Henry Losak on behalf of his clients), Mac Bane, Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson; ot read as a who’s who of Carnage Wrestling! Despite everything, they came. Well, everyone except-
Breaking through the table and popping their head out of the hole was Android 69. Emily shrieked so loud that it could’ve pierced ears and woke the dead in their graves!
“I was in standalone mode defragmenting when my audial processors detected the voice of Emily Gabbard!” They said as they tore through the rest of that portion of table. Revealed underneath the wreckage was A69’s creator, The Masked Machinist. He looks embarrassed that their hiding place had been revealed, quickly getting out of the mess and standing next to his creation.
“Ah, we weren’t hiding, we just happened to be there when the tables got set up.” MM said unconvincingly.
“DO SOMETHING SOMEONE! GET THEM OUT OF HERE! JOHNNY!” The aristocrat cried with trembling lips as she dipped behind her nameless but capable security agent and her manager Rex. She peeked her head out from behind them to see if someone was going to take care of that misbegotten sentient trashcan.
Johnny just sat there, looking forward, not at them, not at anyone. Maybe if he stays perfectly still everyone will leave. But then his eyes begin to dart back and forth, reality acting like a cruel mistress towards him anew.
“What… were you two DOING… underneath this table… all this TIME?!” Johnny barked at the two.
“Defragmenting!” A69 said, “Like I said!”
Johnny then turned to look at MM expectantly.
“Watching them defrag!” he blurted out.
Johnny just shook his head in disgust, “Sickening. Just sickening.”
A69’s eyes literally lit up as he made eye contact with Emily. Adjusting their nonexistent tie and fixing their nonexistent hair, he robotically shimmies on over to her. “I like it like a dog bark: rough! Rough rough rough!!!”
“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU RETARDED ROOMBA!” Emily squeals. “YOU’RE NO JOHNNY-FIVE!” She adds with a voice thick with stress.
“...I ship it.” Trent says, holding his hands up in a little heart. Ben backs over to Ragdoll.
“Miss Doll...You scare me a lot less than that...thing.” As Ben says this the guffaw of his boss’ laughter can be heard by everyone in the room. Those that know Trent Steel laughing is usually followed by violence look quite unnerved.
'I don't think anyone would mind if I shot that thing right?' Ragdoll offered, turning up to Ben, 'Hey Ben Tin Tin! Fetch me that gun, my good man!'
Ragdoll motioned as best she could with her head to the H&K MP7 that is held by the guard. The guard, who could clearly hear her, stepped away. He tightened his grip on the gun.
'I pwomise I'll shoot just one,' she pleaded, her golden eyes wide and violent.
Johnny slapped the table with one hand and pointed at Android 69 with his other, “THAT is a ROBOT; HOW are you going to SHOOT it and have it DO anything?!”
TO BE CONCLUDED (?) FOR REAL TOMORROW!
