Vertigo Walks in on Hefe

[Vertigo]

Juan Hefe is sitting behind his desk with the SWF World Heavyweight Title belt around his waist. He is staring down at the gold and not even paying attention as Ted sits in a chair in the corner of the room nodding off.

Just then the door bursts open and in walks Vertigo and Brooke Sage. Hefe starts to stand up but is kicked in the chest by Brook, not enough to hurt but enough to sit him down and in a heartbeat she is on top on Ted holding him in his chair.

"Hefe! You are going to learn what happens to people who screw me over." screams Vertigo as he leaps the desk and is in the face of Juan Hefe.

"This is either my hardware or it is trash, that will be your decision, but the point is, it is not yours." Vertigo rips the belt off of Hefe and drapes it over his shoulder.

"If your decision is trash, then I will trash it next week on Fury after my match, THE MAIN EVENT!!!!!" vertigo is in Hefe's face screaming as he says this.

"And otherwise YOU can face," he pauses and glances towards his wife, Brooke, on top of Ted who seems to be enjoying the situation a little too much. "my wife, in a submissions only match. If you win, this belt is yours to do with whatever you want. But if you lose, the title is mine forevermore and I will unify it with my soon to be MWA title and help out your little promotion."

Vertigo climbs off of Hefe and straightens his neck brace. "So, it is in your best interest as far as you company goes, not only for me to win your world title, but for Brooke to make you tap next week!"

Vertigo slaps Hefe accross the face and Brooke does the same to Ted and the two leave the room, slamming the door behind them.

[Onslaught Six]

John Curry is walking down the hallway when he sees Vertigo and his wife storm out of Juan Hefe's office.

"Yo, what's goin' down, V? Haven't seen you around. Hefe's not refusing pay or nothin', is he? I got shit to do with my money this week."

Curry then nervously looks at the magazine in his hand, and quickly stuffs it into his gymbag.

"......Yeah."

[Juan Hefe]

Meanwhile, back in the office, Hefe is rubbing the side of his face, where a red hand print is taking shape.

"Ted, do you still have Burton and King's cell phone numbers?"

Tsavales, still dazed by having a gorgeous woman show him what's what, slowly comes to his sense and pulls a notepad from his front shirt pocket.

"Uh, yeah boss. I kept all those numbers right in here."

Hefe decides to pull the trigger on an idea he's been formulating since the demise of e-CAW-w in December.

"Call 'em up, tell 'em that Juan Hefe wants to meet with them before Friday's show. This Vertigo business is getting out of hand Ted. I need more than just muscle at my side, I need brains as well."

Tsavales, too dense to realize when he's been insulted, agrees wholeheartedly with his boss.

"Yeah, brains are good boss, real good."

[Vertigo]

Vertigo stops and apporaches Liftor.

"Well, it seems that Hefe only wanted the SWF title so that he could wear it around and probably get off because of it."

"So, when I have my title shot next week, I will be unifying the two titles. That way the SWF will have some form of a legacy now that its gone under."

Vertigo throws the belt into a gym bag and starts to walk off.

"See you around Curry, you and your girl should come out to dinner with us. It'll be nice, you were the only wrestler out of SWF that I respected."

[Onslaught Six]

LIFTOR looks back at Vertigo.

"Unifying the titles? Aww, that'll suck. I wanted to beat your ass for it this week. Like, me an' the rest of the Currination were gonna head out and cut a promo. I was gonna challenge you for it."

Curry ponders for a bit. "Tell you what. Put off that shot at the MWA title until 'next' week. This week, me an' you in the ring. You win, go on and take that title shot. If not? Then I unify 'em for you. Deal?"

Skipping ahead and not waiting for an answer, he goes on. "Dinner? Hrm. Well, it's.....What, Tuesday? Yeah. Tuesday. I don't 'do' Tuesday. That's the day me and Jess.....Yeah. 'Morrow's cool, though."

[Juan Hefe]

Coming in to the office for a meeting with Juan Hefe, Homicide can't help but overhear the back and forth between Vertigo and John Curry. He does not like what he hears. Finally, he comes out of the shadows and confronts both men, mocking LIFTOR in particular.

"'Aw, that'll suck' Boo-f'n-hoo Curry. You want to get your ass beat so bad? Let's make Friday's title match a triple threat ladder match. Once I win Vertigo's bling, I'll come up with a way to meld the two belts together."

Not waiting for a response, Homicide shoves his way past both Vertigo and LIFTOR and heads for Juan Hefe's office to pick up his pay day.

[Onslaught Six]

Curry looks in the direction Homicide went for a moment.

"Hrm. He does realize that we're not actually trying to kill each other....right?"

[Vertigo]

Vertigo glances in the direction Homicide just left in and then back at Liftor, the same confused expression still on his face.

"So, what'd you think? 3-way for both belts? Could be fun. Oh and while we're at it, why don't we ensure that we have the advantage and go pay Homicide a little visit in his dressing room."

Vertigo picks up a steel pipe from a pile at the side of the hall. He looks back at Liftor.

"What do you say?"

[Onslaught Six]

LIFTOR glances around, tosses his bag to the floor for a moment, digs through it, and pulls out a fire extinguisher.

"I'm in."

As Curry starts walking down the hallway, weapon in hand, he is reminded of an earlier incident from a few months ago.

"Hey, uh, that Lexus was a rent-a-car, right?"