Post by Juan Hefe on Apr 12, 2005 16:43:03 GMT -5
A black sedan with tinted windows and mean looking wheels approaches a decrepit looking warehouse in Saint-John's industrial sector. Stopping on a dime, the passenger door opens immediately and out steps Juan Hefe. The driver, Ted Tsavales, doesn't even have time to put the car in park and turn off the ignition before this occurs. He has to run catch up to Juan Hefe who's already pushing his way into the building.
"Mr. Hefe! What's the rush?" says Tsavales, already worried about how he might have potentialy offended his beloved boss.
"The rush, my dear, dumb Ted, is that this is the first face to face meeting between me and all of my contracted talent." Hefe pulls Ted Tsavales in close and lowers his voice to a whisper. "You see Ted, wrestlers are a lot like wild animals and you don't want to make them mad. Hence us not being late."
Tsavales makes a show of nodding his head. "Hence? Is that some type of fish?"
Juan Hefe groans as he sees that all his employees are already there, even the half-blind referee he hired out of the local soup kitchen.
Bounding up the steps to the makeshift stage that Tsavales set up earlier in the day, Hefe grabs a microphone and smiles his brightest smile.
"Hello everyone! Glad you could make it to this little meet and greet!"
Groans and shaking heads are the only responses Hefe gets.
"Ok, well here's the scoop, last week's card went off really smoothly, but my money marks HATE the idea of a 4 month long round robin tournament to crown champions. Sooo, that idea is scrapped."
Hefe scans the room and doesn't see anyone that feels like interrupting.
"Friday night, I'll be running a one night tournament featuring all of last week's winners plus Mistress Jessica."
Scanning the room for Jessica, Hefe finally sees her and focuses on her for his next sentence.
"I know this tourney is for the Heavyweight belt babe, but if you win the tourney, you're getting the TV title. The guy you beat, he gets the Heavyweight title. Rules are rules."
Taking a deep gulp, Hefe readies himself for criticism and utters 2 words he despises greatly. "Any questions?"
"Mr. Hefe! What's the rush?" says Tsavales, already worried about how he might have potentialy offended his beloved boss.
"The rush, my dear, dumb Ted, is that this is the first face to face meeting between me and all of my contracted talent." Hefe pulls Ted Tsavales in close and lowers his voice to a whisper. "You see Ted, wrestlers are a lot like wild animals and you don't want to make them mad. Hence us not being late."
Tsavales makes a show of nodding his head. "Hence? Is that some type of fish?"
Juan Hefe groans as he sees that all his employees are already there, even the half-blind referee he hired out of the local soup kitchen.
Bounding up the steps to the makeshift stage that Tsavales set up earlier in the day, Hefe grabs a microphone and smiles his brightest smile.
"Hello everyone! Glad you could make it to this little meet and greet!"
Groans and shaking heads are the only responses Hefe gets.
"Ok, well here's the scoop, last week's card went off really smoothly, but my money marks HATE the idea of a 4 month long round robin tournament to crown champions. Sooo, that idea is scrapped."
Hefe scans the room and doesn't see anyone that feels like interrupting.
"Friday night, I'll be running a one night tournament featuring all of last week's winners plus Mistress Jessica."
Scanning the room for Jessica, Hefe finally sees her and focuses on her for his next sentence.
"I know this tourney is for the Heavyweight belt babe, but if you win the tourney, you're getting the TV title. The guy you beat, he gets the Heavyweight title. Rules are rules."
Taking a deep gulp, Hefe readies himself for criticism and utters 2 words he despises greatly. "Any questions?"
