The east wing of the
WZCW Headquarters was quiet for a Saturday, the marketing department booked off early for a party downtown and most of the staff took the distraction of this event to get out early as well. At the far corner of the building, a door marked -
Ascension- remained closed, but behind it, an angry female voice could be heard
lets go inside the office and see who it is!
Well I dont care HOW unexpected it was, Becky leaned on her desk with her pink cellphone pressed to her cheek,
from now on we will be posting a guard near the merchandise stand so that kind of thing will never happen again.
Her eyes widened as she listened to the response, she took a breath and replied as calmly as she could
Listen, when it gets crowded there you cant watch the whole table O.K? I know it looks bad but you had ten shirts and as many hats stolen in one show Lance! What?! You watch your language young man! She looked at her phone like it slapped her, she couldnt believe he hung up on her. She placed the phone down on her desk then sat down in her comfortable lazy boy chair, defeated.
What is going on with the staff in WZCW? Theres been careless merchandise mistakes involving theft, referees demanding more money, staff members attacking wrestlers hoping to cash in Coopers bounty on Constantine, the marketing department over-celebrating a record return
.well, they deserve that one. Once those WZCW WrestlePals hit Toys R Us it was all over, sold out immediately and its not even Christmas yet!
Beckys office door swung open, startling her.
Remarkable Mark Keaton strolled in followed by
Big Bad Roady. RMK was decked out in tight jeans and a flowing white dress shirt, showing off his chiseled chest, BigRoad had an old grease stained windbreaker on and jogging pants.
Hey manager lady! The Main Event just walked in your door, oh yeah!
Ever hear of knocking?! Becky yelled, pointing to the open door with a well manicured nail.
Both RMK and BigRoad held up their hands in surrender, they backed away and left the office, BigRoad slowly closed the door behind them.
Knock knock knock!
Come in! Becky sighed hard.
Hey manager lady! The Main Event just walked in your door, oooohhh yeaaaHHH!! Mark made a more dramatic entrance this time, shimming his shoulders and swaying his hips.
What can I help
But before she could finish, there was a loud crash followed by a thump. Big Bad Roady crashed through a small swivel chair while trying to sit his 457 pound frame in it, the arms immediately fell off and the seat broke. He landed on his back hard, sending pieces of chair bouncing off of the office door. Mark slowly sat in his own chair and watched BigRoad as he scrambled to his feet, breathing heavy and pulling up his jogging pants so his ass crack wasnt showing.
You O.K there Meatball? Mark smirked at the big man, BigRoad just nodded, red faced as he awkwardly leaned on the wall now.
As I was saying, what can I help
BOOM!!!! BigRoads weight was too much for that weak point in the wall and the huge man fell right through the wall. White dust billowed into the office as BigRoad crashed on to his side through a desk in the next room, sending papers and office equipment flying up in the air.
...you with? Is he going to be alright? Becky leaned forward on her desk to get a view of BigRoads ass crack as he scrambled to crawl backwards out of the desk rubble in the next room. She wish she never looked.
Ya, he does this all the time. Anyway, you know that the Main Event of Ascension is gonna be RMK vs Lynx - The African American Panther- right? So I was thinking
Becky held up her hand, she had an expression on her face that read- I cant believe the day Im having right now-
Listen Mark, Im glad youre on Ascension this week, but you wont be in the Main Event. That spot is for Tyrone Blades vs Eve Taylor, its written in stone so dont bother trying to talk me out of it!
Tyrone Blades?! What the crap boss lady?! That guy sucks! The crowd will be dead silent throughout the whole match! Come on dudette! Dammit! Mark lit a smoke, Becky opened her mouth to tell him to put it out but was distracted by the 457 pound, white dust covered giant walking back through the wall, trying to look like nothing happened.
Listen, Xander Labelle was texting me earlier, tryin to convince me to handle these little office matters on my own, without him or Cooper guiding me through the whole process. But I hate these stupid meetings. Id rather be out drinking or having sex or working out or all three at the same time. Mark took a long drag of the cigarette and blew double streams out of his nostrils.
Well, Becky opened her palm towards the closed office door,
dont let me stop you.
Gnarly reply lady, but listen, hear me out. Last week was the worst one sided ratings disaster in the history of this company. Meltdown just dropkicked you guys right through a window and on to a bed of rusty spikes
Spikes that are spinnin boss, Big Bad Roady interrupted excitedly,
and full of electricity so its like ZAP! ZAP! SIZZLE!
Thats right Bigroad. Ascension was destroyed in the ratings. Do you know why? Its because RMK wasnt showcased. You have to get RMK on Ascension to get the ladies watching, to get all of Canada watching! You have to get a sexy beast like me nailing bastards with The Voltron Suplex! Bang! Mark did the motions and dropped his cigarette on the carpet, he quickly scooped it up before it burned any more holes and caused Becky to lose her mind,
you have RMK vs Lynx, this is a Kingdom Come caliber match that youre giving away for FREE!
You got one thing correct. We did poorly last week in the ratings and I hope to rectify that this week. So I hope you can bring the pain for your match Mark, make me want to have your talents on Ascension. Becky smiled and quickly looked at her cellphone,
please be happy and leave now.
I have a new proposal. What if there was this big, rocking star straight outta the eighties that had chart topping hits and wanted to be part of the show this week?
Becky didnt answer, but knew exactly where this was going, Marks famous rocking father probably wanted to be part of the show or something
.
but I thought he was on tour?
Youre probably thinking, Who could Mark be talking about? Well, without further ado, I present to you
.Dallas Keaton and The Three Smokes Band! Mark stood and clapped as did BigRoad, the ladder causing white dust to fly again as he clapped. BigRoad put his index finger and pinky in his mouth to try and whistle loudly,but he just ended up making a puke face as he realized his fingers were covered in dirt.
Dallas Keaton opened the door and leaned in, he smiled with his piano keys teeth and adjusted his round rimmed, red sunglasses. He gave his son a pat on the shoulder and shook his hand, his fur jacket shaking from the welcome.
The Three Smokes Band walked in, all dressed in various leather trench coats and leather pants, all looking moody and mystical, with large eighties hair.
Becky blinked hard,
for crying out loud, I cant help but be star struck around this man. My family were huge fans back in the day, he looks almost as young as he did back then.
Dallas Keaton reached over the desk, Becky offered her hand to shake his but he gently took her hand, turned it around and kissed the back of it. She tried not to blush like a school girl.
Im afraid weve never met. A shame. Dallas said softly as he smiled.
Welcome Mr. Keaton. Im sorry, theres not enough seating for all of you. Becky looked a little flustered as she looked at the large hole in the wall, the destroyed swivel chair and the one remaining chair that Dallas rolled to himself.
Thats fine. My son is a strong lad, he can remain standing. Ugh, this chair isnt very comfortable.
Thanks dad. Well there it is boss lady. Dallas Keaton and The Three Smokes Band LIVE at Ascension, playing my entrance music.
Whats that boy? Your bloody entrance music? I thought we agreed that Ill be playing Pink Fleshy Rose Runners.
Dad, that song sucks alright! Its too sappy, theres not even one electric guitar in it!
The Three Smokes Band agreed as they muttered to themselves.
Hold on. Hold on you two. The person you should be consulting here is sitting on THIS side of the desk. We havent even begun to talk about numbers yet. Becky settled back down in her chair, her annoyance returning and eating any shred of star struck fever that remained.
I dont do anything under one million dollars. I think for a show like Ascension and the fact that we agreed to stop by here during our very important World Tour, one point five wouldnt be asking for much. Dallas looked at his band and nodded approval.
See this face
Becky pointed to her own face that had a look that a deer would have right before getting hit with a transfer truck.
this is what - Are you CRAZY?!- looks like! I was about to offer three hundred thousand! One point five million?! You might as well march right back out of my office if you think Im going anywhere NEAR that number!
I think we can meet in the middle, nine hundred and fifty thousand it is. Dallas reached out his hand to shake.
Keep going lower. Becky tried hard to hold in her laugh from that offer.
The office door swung open again as a new person entered, it was the
WZCW Heavyweight Champion, Justin Cooper.
There you are, Cooper walked in dressed in a black hoodie with a red V.I emblem stitched into his right chest area and dark brown dress pants, there was an unnatural stiffness to Cooper's movements that made Mark think that his friend had the belt around his waste...which he did..
did you forget we have that video game scanning session for THQ?
Shit! Mark Keaton forgot,
why cant they just take footage from our matches? I already got scanned for that basketball All-Stars game.
Basketball? The fuck do you know about basketball? Cooper shook Dallas Keatons hand absentmindedly as he patted band members, he ignored Big Bad Roady completely as he didnt want to get any dust on his expensive attire.
Nothing, they just wanted a special attraction character. I dont have a clue how good my guy was in the game, I didnt play it. Mark gave Cooper a hard handshake.
Not smart, Cooper pressed the back of Keatons shoulder and led him out of the office,
always check the merchandise Mark. You could be a naked, screaming idiot who cant run in that game, you never know. Always check your merchandise.
They walked down the hall in silence as they heard Dallas Keaton reopening negotiations at the far office behind them.
What is the deal with that big chap thats hanging around you now? Cooper looked over his shoulder, then continued walking.
Bah, hes a cool dude. Hes looking to get in the business, Im using him as a sort of a roadie slash bodyguard slash troublemaker at ringside. Ive been trying to get these GMs away from him so they dont take him away from me and fight in the ring. I dont need that kind of dinosaur across the ring from me, if you catch what Im throwin dude.
Ya, I think youre wasting your time. Hes going to wrestle eventually, look at the size of him. One of these days hes going to fight, Im just telling you as a friend, expect it.
Ya, I know.
So what do you think of Lynx? You think of any strategies you can use against him?
The door at the far end of the office opened and the chatter from inside the room came down the hallway like a wave, drowning out Keatons answer. Dallas Keaton strolled down the hall, happy as a pig in shit with the band walking behind him. They walked by Mark and Cooper, patting and giving the young rocker a high five as they passed.
I take it the meeting went well. Cooper commented as he watched them walk around a corner.
Effing A, man. Mark smiled wide, knowing his dad will be singing his entrance at Ascension.
Hey boss
Big Bad Roady walked down the hallway towards them
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BOOM!!!
The floor gave way under the huge man, pulling the surrounding carpet down in the hole, a loud crash noise could be heard from the floor under the hole.
Keaton opened his eyes, then he and Cooper rushed to the hole. They watched the big man laying on a half destroyed Pepsi machine, surrounded by debris. BigRoad slowly gave them a thumbs up. He grabbed a nearby Pepsi, opened it and chugged it down.
Well, Keaton returned the thumbs up with devil horns,
theres one strategy right there Coopster, a four hundred pound denim wearing distraction.