Post by Juan Hefe on Apr 20, 2005 12:33:29 GMT -5
Jimmy King and "Filthy" Rich Burton, having received a message from Ted Tsavales to meet with Juan Hefe, arrive at the MWA Head Office in a beat up junker that appears to be a 1989 Ford Taurus. Burton, who is driving, parks the car with a complete disregard for the lines in the parking lot. King, who is obsessive compulsive, cannot let this go.
"Goddamit Burton! Could you at least try to park this banged up piece of shit in between the lines for a change?"
Burton, who tolerates King's company only because no one else can tolerate his, bluntly replies, "No. If I did, that would go against my character. And you, above all others, should know that I'm always in character."
"Fine, be that way," grumbles King. "Let's hurry this up and get it over with. Hefe is a sleazy bastard and I don't want to extend meeting with him any longer than we have to."
"Hefe ain't so bad", mumbles Burton as he climbs laboriously out of the car. "He did give me the e-CAW-w title last year."
King glances back at Burton and shakes his head. "That's only because he had no choice. Who else was in that sad sack promotion?"
Burton turns King around by grabbing him by the shoulder. "Listen, that promotion's talent could've been a lot better than it was, but it was still nice of Hefe to give me the belt."
King, knowing where this kind of thinking might lead, immediately states the obvious. "If Hefe is dumb enough to try that again, he's in for a sorry surprise mate. You've got some real ball-breakers like Curry and Vertigo here. Not to mention that crazy bastard Kobashi."
The two men walk into the building and enter Hefe's office without knocking.
"What the hell? Haven't you ever heard of knocking!" Hefe is not amused by this interruption. This is because he is counting money, his very favourite occupation. Upon seeing who barged in to his office though, he immediately changes his demeanor.
"Well look who it is! Come on in boys!" Getting up from his desk and rapidly putting all the loose cash he was counting in a giant Hefty bag, Hefe crosses the distance to the two grapplers before they can make much progress in the office. An impressive feat to say the least...
"Jimmy King! Nice to have you onboard old chap!" Hefe enthusiastically grips King's hand and shakes it for all it's worth before King can pull it away.
King, not quite sure what to make of the little man gripping his hand, blurts out, "Think nothing of it...Mr. Hefe."
Hefe goes to shake Rich Burton's hand as well, but Burton pulls his hand back and fixes his hair instead. "I ain't shaking until I know what's going on Juan."
Feeling trapped, Hefe immediately blurts out his grand scheme. "You see boys, I've sort of recruited my way into a corner with this promotion. I've brought in some big names and in doing so, I've shifted the political power away from me. This can't be. So-o, long story short, I want you guys to back me up, kayfabe and otherwise."
King thoughtfully scratches his chin and looks Hefe in the eyes. "So, you're having trouble containing Vertigo and his bitch wife eh?"
Hefe, surprised at the speed with which King deducted the real reason for the meeting, knows that the gig is up and that he must fully reveal his problems to both men. "Yes. As you know, I had gained ownership of the SWF Heavyweight title and fully intended to have it merged with the MWA Heavyweight title. But, earlier this week, Vertigo and his wife barged in here and took it from me. To top it all off, his wife challenged me to a submission match for it."
Burton, always one to enjoy a little bit of lady-loving, doesn't see the problem. "Ha ha ha! You could have some fun with that!"
Hefe doesn't see the humour in the situation however, and snaps, "Fool! She'll break my arm before I can say 'Mommy'! I wan't no part of her!" Calming himself, Hefe continues. "So this is what I want you boys to do. Cut a promo at Friday's show, disparage both Vertigo and his wife, get the heat off me and onto you."
King, who knows about Vertigo's proficiency in the ring, isn't overly enthralled with this idea. "And how much money will you pay us for this little diversion?"
Hefe, not wanting to part with his hard-earned money, tries another approach instead. "A bye in this week's tag-team tournament, if a fourth team doesn't enter."
Burton and King exchange looks and then both nod their heads. Burton then replies, "Sounds good Juan, although that's just a start. Add in the revenue from merchandise sales for the month of April and you've got a deal."
Hefe, incensed at this extortion, blurts out, "All of April! Are you both mad ? ! ?"
King, knowing how much Hefe loves his money and how much he hates pain, goes in for the kill. "You don't do this for us, we'll personally carry you to the ring for your match against Brook Sage and we'll make sure Tsavales isn't there to save your ass."
Hefe, resigned at his fate, slumps his shoulders and lowers his head. "Very well. Just make sure the promo is good and incendiary."
Burton nods his head and licks his lips in a suggestive way, as if he's already thinking of all the lewd things he could do with 'Beautiful' Brook Sage. "Oh, don't worry about that, it'll be incendiary all right."
"Goddamit Burton! Could you at least try to park this banged up piece of shit in between the lines for a change?"
Burton, who tolerates King's company only because no one else can tolerate his, bluntly replies, "No. If I did, that would go against my character. And you, above all others, should know that I'm always in character."
"Fine, be that way," grumbles King. "Let's hurry this up and get it over with. Hefe is a sleazy bastard and I don't want to extend meeting with him any longer than we have to."
"Hefe ain't so bad", mumbles Burton as he climbs laboriously out of the car. "He did give me the e-CAW-w title last year."
King glances back at Burton and shakes his head. "That's only because he had no choice. Who else was in that sad sack promotion?"
Burton turns King around by grabbing him by the shoulder. "Listen, that promotion's talent could've been a lot better than it was, but it was still nice of Hefe to give me the belt."
King, knowing where this kind of thinking might lead, immediately states the obvious. "If Hefe is dumb enough to try that again, he's in for a sorry surprise mate. You've got some real ball-breakers like Curry and Vertigo here. Not to mention that crazy bastard Kobashi."
The two men walk into the building and enter Hefe's office without knocking.
"What the hell? Haven't you ever heard of knocking!" Hefe is not amused by this interruption. This is because he is counting money, his very favourite occupation. Upon seeing who barged in to his office though, he immediately changes his demeanor.
"Well look who it is! Come on in boys!" Getting up from his desk and rapidly putting all the loose cash he was counting in a giant Hefty bag, Hefe crosses the distance to the two grapplers before they can make much progress in the office. An impressive feat to say the least...
"Jimmy King! Nice to have you onboard old chap!" Hefe enthusiastically grips King's hand and shakes it for all it's worth before King can pull it away.
King, not quite sure what to make of the little man gripping his hand, blurts out, "Think nothing of it...Mr. Hefe."
Hefe goes to shake Rich Burton's hand as well, but Burton pulls his hand back and fixes his hair instead. "I ain't shaking until I know what's going on Juan."
Feeling trapped, Hefe immediately blurts out his grand scheme. "You see boys, I've sort of recruited my way into a corner with this promotion. I've brought in some big names and in doing so, I've shifted the political power away from me. This can't be. So-o, long story short, I want you guys to back me up, kayfabe and otherwise."
King thoughtfully scratches his chin and looks Hefe in the eyes. "So, you're having trouble containing Vertigo and his bitch wife eh?"
Hefe, surprised at the speed with which King deducted the real reason for the meeting, knows that the gig is up and that he must fully reveal his problems to both men. "Yes. As you know, I had gained ownership of the SWF Heavyweight title and fully intended to have it merged with the MWA Heavyweight title. But, earlier this week, Vertigo and his wife barged in here and took it from me. To top it all off, his wife challenged me to a submission match for it."
Burton, always one to enjoy a little bit of lady-loving, doesn't see the problem. "Ha ha ha! You could have some fun with that!"
Hefe doesn't see the humour in the situation however, and snaps, "Fool! She'll break my arm before I can say 'Mommy'! I wan't no part of her!" Calming himself, Hefe continues. "So this is what I want you boys to do. Cut a promo at Friday's show, disparage both Vertigo and his wife, get the heat off me and onto you."
King, who knows about Vertigo's proficiency in the ring, isn't overly enthralled with this idea. "And how much money will you pay us for this little diversion?"
Hefe, not wanting to part with his hard-earned money, tries another approach instead. "A bye in this week's tag-team tournament, if a fourth team doesn't enter."
Burton and King exchange looks and then both nod their heads. Burton then replies, "Sounds good Juan, although that's just a start. Add in the revenue from merchandise sales for the month of April and you've got a deal."
Hefe, incensed at this extortion, blurts out, "All of April! Are you both mad ? ! ?"
King, knowing how much Hefe loves his money and how much he hates pain, goes in for the kill. "You don't do this for us, we'll personally carry you to the ring for your match against Brook Sage and we'll make sure Tsavales isn't there to save your ass."
Hefe, resigned at his fate, slumps his shoulders and lowers his head. "Very well. Just make sure the promo is good and incendiary."
Burton nods his head and licks his lips in a suggestive way, as if he's already thinking of all the lewd things he could do with 'Beautiful' Brook Sage. "Oh, don't worry about that, it'll be incendiary all right."