I want the winner, the loser, or the champion

Guest

So me and Latoya are undefeated. Both with dominant
and impressive wins under our belt. Yet we dont have a
match. We haven't had a match in a while. The lay-off
is killing me, and we both feel like we're being punished
for kicking ass. We feel like we're maybe being put on a
'time out' for being too good for our opponents.

I walked into Jason Hawks office. Looking to get a match
next week. Like... duh, why else would I go to his office.

When I got in he looked up at me and smiled, almost
surprised to see me. Alot of people were surprised to
see me in the hallway, they had not seen me for a very
long time. Before Hawk could say anything I put my finger
up in the air, motioning him to hear me out.

"Im not suppose to talk to you because your an ugly pussy bitch
boy who screwed my husband out of the Full Throttle Championship
not once but twice, so Im going to say what I came here to say, and
then Im going to let you talk, and then after you accept, Im going to
leave you alone in this room like a littler loser, kay?"

His facial expression changed, he sat up and opened his
mouth about to speak, but this time I quickly began to
speak before he could say anything.

"I want the winner of Van Rose vs Young. Matthew Young offended
me a few weeks ago when he said he will be champion, a pathetic little
worm like him shouldn't even be near gold. As for Van Rose, I defeated
him before, and I can do it again. I want the winner. I dont care what you
say or what plans you have for the winner. If the winner is booked, then
give me the loser, either way, I want either of them. If your not going to do
that, then your going to have to put..... I forgot his name.... that irish guy....oh
uh....Shawn Limmys ya your going to have to put his title on the line next
week, and put him up against me. I want in. I want a match. Libby, Van Rose
or Young next week. Now, you..... my little bitch, can speak.

I awaited his answer.

So here I am sitting in my brand spanking new office. My beautiful Full Throttle title hangs on the wall and all is good. Well, except for that stack of paper work over there and I still have to figure out if my secretary is hot enough to fuck or not. But other then that all is well. Life is great. Wait! I almost forgot. I also have a black girl in hear yelling at me Neutral

Jason Hawk.
First and foremost. You are going to talk to me with a little more respect then that. Notice those two loses your housebound had before this week? They were both against me. So I had no problem with your housebound and I am not some kiss ass talk show host who wants to be on your good side. And I shall have you know that I was voted sexiest man alive 2010. So I look fantastic.

I should really get a copy of that magazine though...

Jason Hawk.
So here is the thing. I'll give you a second chance. Ask me again exactly what you asked before but without the insults. Then we'll talk.

Guest

....Vincent Van Rose walks in towering over the obnoxious wife of James Shark. Jason smirks and points at the mass of man behind her. She turns around to come eye to pec with the former High Impact Champ....

VVR: I got this one bird man....

....Lillian tries to open her mouth to protest, but Vinnie puts a finger to her lips silencing her....

VVR: This is how it's gonna go you obnoxious two dollar whore. I am going to speak slowly so your ebonics speaking ass can understand. After I am done, then and only then can you speak. If you open your fucking trap before I am finished I will knock you the fuck out. I may be a Southern Gentleman, but you are trying my fucking patience.

....Lillian rolls her eyes looking at Hawk.....Hawk points to Van Rose shaking his head.

VVR: You want a match so damn bad you are aching for it I can see that so I will settle this right here and now sweet cheeks. Me and you in the ring next week, in that Circus match that CC is always talking about. I want to fucking end you and your natural black man so this will give me a head start. Oh and no funny stuff, that crazy bitch you run around with and your man come no where near this match. If I smell his KFC and malt Liquor breath any where near the ring this deal is off and I take the count out....Same goes for CC and anyone who would come to my aid. It's you and I 3 ring Terror match or whatever it's called. Maybe just maybe I will show you what a real Champ can do....

Both Hawk and Lillian stare back at VVR incredulous....

OOC: It's called a Three Ring Slaughter Match. Look for it next week...it's going to be a KNIFE match!

I look at VVR. The fuck does he think he is? Trying to be all cool and stuff and kiss Corey's ass.

Jason Hawk.
Meh, I want to hear Sharky's angel's opinion on this first.

Guest

I looked at VVR, he was really a pathetic human being. Everything
about him was pathetic. Here i was practically calling him out, and
him being the "snoop" that he is, magically appeared before me. I
knew he was following me, and I knew he was following me to Hawks
office. He was a real creep.

"You have a little brown on your nose there VVR... I think its from Caseys
ass. If your ready to take your head out of his ass and be yourself then
I think Im ready to speak..."

It looked like he didn't like my comment. He knew I was reffering
that he kisses Caseys ass too much. It was obvious Jason felt the
same way, with the way he stared at VVR.

"Ok good.... now....."

I walked around VVR.

"Here is my problem with you. You talk a big game, but you suck. You
lost your title to an overrated peice of trash, and you lost it with eaze."

I stopt until I was back at the same spot, I got up close to his
face and smiled, a sexy smile.

"And you got knocked out by my husband a million times, and
you also lost to me and Latoya. Now here you are huffing a puffing,
and digging your own grave by challenging me to an even more
bigger match, with your cute "13 ring terror" thingy. I dont even
know what the hell that means, or what your talking about, but
I can tell that your doing a good job at digging your grave, so
why dont I help you dig it even deeper?"

I looked at Hawk, then back at VVR, then back at Hawk

"Hawk, VVR talks tough, and he claims to be tough, so Im sure he
will have no problem accepting the following.....if a miracle happens
this week and VVR gets out of his match with Matthew Young in one
peice, I want him. I want him next week. I want him in that "15...14.. ring
terror thing", and I also want his #1 contendership spot on the line. I
want to steal his contendership, and I want to screw him out of the
High Impact Championship, just like you screwed my husband out of
the Full Throttle Championship..."

I looked at VVR, it looked like he was about to burst out in tears,
and cry, but maybe it was just me.... I looked back at Hawk.

"But if he loses..... I still want to face him. This time with his job on
the line. Loser leaves IWF. If that doesn't spell ratings and a favor
for you guys for me kicking out the ugliest pathetic most overrated
loser in IWF, then I dont know what does, what do you say Mr.
General Manager?"

I looked at Hawk smiling

Guest

....VVR takes a step toward the high class hooker smirking. He stops, lights a cigarette, and blows the smoke toward the ceiling.....

VVR: Darlin', I don't know what match you were watching but the lil butt fuckin' leprechuan and I took each other pillar to post at HAD and from what I can see FTA is lookin' to be a barn burner as well. You sure as hell want me to put a lot on the line just to face some two dollar hooker who I have no respect for. I don't see why I should put my career and all I have worked fro on the line against some no talent dime store boob job two dollar hoe. The only satisfaction I would possibly get is planting your ass in the middle of the ring and sending your plastic Barbie doll ass packing back for whatever refrigerator box you came from. And as far as Casey goes it ain't ass kissing right now it's a policy of mutual admiration. Se7en fell down around us faster than your panties drop for the next john and we decided to blend our mutual interests. Basically drinking and psychopathic behavior.....But I will tell you what, if the Bird Man here smells ratings I will let him do what he wants.

...Lillian rolls her eyes tapping her manicured nails against the desk....

VVR: But honestly, I don't know why I need to explain myself to you or any one in this shit hole. If you feel froggy and want to make a name for yourself against the Southern Sledgehammer, c'mon and bring it. I fro one came in Hawk's office cuz I heard a bunch of clucking and sqwaking and thought Hawk might need some help roundin' up some loose hens. I see the loose hen, but he sure as hell don't need my help.

Guest

I looked over at VVR when he was finally done talking out of his ass.

"What did you say??.... I was looking over there"

I smiled as I pointed at some random spot at the wall, I then looked back at VVR

"Did you choose to accept my challenge with your contendership spot on the line.... or was that whole 5 minute speech just you going in circles with excuse after excuse why your not going to put it on the line??"

I looked at my nails then back at VVR

"Be a man.... grow some fucking balls.... put your spot on the line"

I took a few steps back and looked at Hawk then back at VVR

"We're waiting asshole"

Guest

After waiting for about... a good 5 minutes of Vincent Van Rose just
staring at me like an awkward fuck, I decided I would let Hawk decide
on his own. I looked at Hawk

"Obviously the cat has gotten Rose's tounge, that
or the pussy bitch does not want to decline the
challenge infront of camera. So why dont you
decide Mr.General Manager?, make it happen. Put
his contendership on the line if he beats Young
this week. If he loses, put his career on the line.
The fans will love it. The roster will love it.
The company will love it. Think about it. Me,
High Impact Champion. I would make history. I
would be the first woman in IWF to win a title
and the only woman. Since Vincent cannot be a big
boy and make decisions on his own, you do it. Do
it, and prepare for an all out 5 star beatdown
next Saturday."

Lillian waited for Hawk to answer

Guest

....Van Rose leans against the wall lighting a cigarette with a wooden match. He looks over at the hen and exhales deeply.....

VVR: If you are quite done now....Unless I stuttered I could have sworn I said if you feel froggy jump. In my neck of the woods it means it's on like donkey kong. I am game for whipping your ass from here to next week you loud mouth crazy ass crack whore. Before you step in the ring with me ask um...Connor O Shannon, Ryan Apollos and the lil leprechuan what happens when you really get me pissed....I will give ya a hint sugar, it involves flames tables and putting you on the shelf. It ain't pretty, but then neither are you.....

....Vinnie stares at Hawk waiting for the decision.....

Guest

I tried MY BEST to not respond. I really did. I tried to keep
my eyes on Jason and wait for his decision but it seemed like
he was waiting for me to say something, as if he knew I wanted
to. After a few seconds, I could not take it, and I turned around,
my eyes glaring on to his, now the fun was over, now I was mad,
I was just really fucking annoyed. This little cowboy dude was like
a fly that just would not go away, one of those stupid flys that
would just fly over to you as if they wanted to get killed.

"Ohhhhhh just shut the fuck up already. Seriously. Nobody in
this room gives a fuck about what you have to say, I heard it
all before, your telling me I wont like you when your angry, hmmm
what did you say when we were about to face off?, I believe you
said.... "You done got me pissed, you wont like it when Im angry",
go fuck yourself, no better yet... go fuck your boyfriend Casey. I
heard enough about your threats, your boring me, and your breathe
smells like dog shit, do us all a favor, sit there, look pretty, and smoke
your fucking cigerrete while Jason here finishes digging your grave."

I turned around and waited for Jason to FINALLY speak out on his
decision. Jesus christ. When James Shark talked shit it was fun,
it was exciting and it got people amped up. When this loser talked
shit it was just.... it was just like... some internet loser trolling on
forums, half the shit that came out of his mouth was coming from
his ass.

I could use a smoke right now. I looked in my top drawer. Dammit. I don't have any cigerattes left! Vinnie better hand me one!

Jason Hawk
Vince! Give me a cigerette right now!

He does as he is told. Corey has trained him well. I light it up and take a drag. Damn that is good.

Jason Hawk
Anyways. It has been every entertaining listening to you two go at it. So entertaining that I am making that match next week! Lillian Shark vs Vincent Van Rose. Though if Vince's number 1 contendership is on the line? I'll let him decide that one! And that is all! But if you two want to keep yelling at each other feel free to do so. It entertains me!

Guest

I smiled and turned around looking at Vincent, it looked as if he looked dissapointed
as if he was hoping that if he gave Jason a ciggerette Jason would save his ass, but
instead, the match was made, now I only had one question.

"Okay you little bitch. For the 500th time.... are you putting your spot on the line
or are you going to be chicken shit and just take an ass beating?"

I smiled waiting for Vincent to answer... but already, I regretted asking him because
I knew he was only going to give me another huge speech and go around in circles, hopefully
this time he wouldn't praise Casey, and make excuses and just give me a simple yes or no
answer.

Guest

....I look the skank directly in the eye, hoping she will get the fucking point for once.....

VVR: I earned that spot through blood sweat and tears ya no good bimbo. I ain't lettin' your no good ass just walk in here and take what's mine. You want someone's spot go bark up Apollos' or Rowle's tree. I will fight you and whip you from pillar to goddamn post but my spot sure as hell ain't goin up fro grabs..... I am fucking done here.....

....I shake my head muttering under my breath about dimestore hookers and lil GM fuckers......

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