Sephiru and Pyro Meet Juan Hefe

[Juan Hefe]

Juan Hefe is busy counting the profits from last Friday's very profitable card when a knock on the door interrupts him.

"Ted, could you go see who that is? If it's King and Burton, tell them to wait a second as I'm almost done splitting the merchandising revenue from the box-office revenue."

Ted, still sore from his beating at the hands of Johnny Knockout, gets up gingerly and limps to the door. When he opens it, he is surprised to see that it isn't Burton and King at all, it's two guys he doesn't know.

"Uh, boss. Some big dude with flaming red hair and a little dude that looks sorta like your nephew are asking to talk to you. Should I let 'em in?"

Hefe looks perplexed for a moment, then decides that the accounting can wait.

"Yeah, let them in."

Ted opens the door wider and allows Pyro and Sephiru to walk in his boss' office. Hefe gets up from his desk and puts on his best salesman-trying-to-sell-you-crap face.

"Pyro! Sephiru! Glad you guys could come meet with me so fast!"

Both newcomers glance at each other and then back at Hefe as he obviously has more to say.

"Listen, you boys have quite the reputation following you, and I want to make sure you feel right at home here in the MWA. So, are there any matches you'd like me to put you in for next Friday's card?"

[Scopes]

Sephiru opens his mouth and is about to speak, but Pyro quickly cuts off his opportunity with a spiel of his own.

"It doesn't matter who you set me against, "Heffy". You obviously know my track record, what chance do you think the losers you have here have against me?"

Pyro smiles wryly.

"The way I see it, I'm doing this little corporation a service by being here. Imagine the ratings once you have me headlining your events, the people want Pyro. Just stick me in any match you please, I'll win, your ratings will go up, and my Pyromaniacs will go home happy, ready to fill your dirty little pockets with their hard earned money. Ok? Ok."

Pyro turns and exits through the door. Hefe is sitting in his chair, stunned that someone would have the the audacity to speak to him in such a way. Hefe finally clears his throat and speaks to Sephiru.

"There was a box of raisins on the desk. Did he just...?"

[Juan Hefe]

Tsavales, Master of the Obvious, points out the obvious.

"Uh, yeah boss. Pyro just came up and grabbed your box of Sun Maids. You want I should go after him boss?"

Hefe, not at all happy at being treated like a fool, ignores his idiotic henchman's remark and focuses all his attention on Sephiru.

"Sephiru, you're a more reliable fellow than Pyro right? I mean, are you actually going to stick around and listen to what I have to say or are you going to pilfer something else from my office and just take off?"

[Onslaught Six]

John Curry is casually strolling through the hallway, when he looks at the floor in front of him. He leans down and picks up a box.

"Sweet! Raisins!"

LIFTOR pops one in his mouth and continues strolling along.

[Scopes]

Pyro pops his head around a corner and begins to snicker as Liftor is leaving. Pyro beats a hasty retreat, as not to be discovered.

The camera pans in on the floor where Pyro was standing. A wrapper is found, it reads: "Turbo Lax".

[Sephiru]

Sephiru stares at Hefe for a long time before speaking. In a heavy Russian accent, he simply says, "I want Kilst."

[Juan Hefe]

Juan Hefe glances at Ted Tsavales and asks him to shut the door.

"Please, Sephiru, have a seat."

Hefe waits until Sephiru is seated and he himself goes and sits behind his desk.

"Tsavales, could you go fetch us some glasses of water? I want to discuss some things with Sephiru here and I don't want to be disturbed."

Tsavales, though he may be dim witted, understands what his boss wants of him. He immediately leaves the office, closing the door behind him. What Sephiru doesn't know is that Tsavales stands directly behind the door and won't leave until his boss calls him back in. Meanwhile, back in the office

"What a good man that Tsavales is."

Sephiru nods, but doesn't respond. Hefe, not expecting to hear too much from the Russian Super Heel, continues talking.

"Ok, here's the deal. Kilst is currently off limits to you."

Sephiru, a look of rage on his face grips the armrests of his chair as if he wants to break them, so Hefe quickly keeps on talking.

"Now wait a damn minute! I ain't done talking here! What I want you to do for me, is elevate my promotion. Take us over the top like only you can. You up for that?"

[Sephiru]

Sephiru mutters something in Russian under his breath. He looks Hefe straight in the eyes and says, "What do you need me to do?"

[Juan Hefe]

Hefe, now confident that he has Sephiru where he wants him, outlines his plan for him.

"Go after Mistress Jessica's NMHC Juniorweight title. You see, if you really want to get Kilst's attention, you have to be carrying some gold around."

Getting up from his desk, Hefe extends a hand towards Sephiru.

"You just say the word and you've got a shot at Mistress Jessica on April 29th."

[Sephiru]

Sephiru thinks for a moment, and then shakes Hefe's hand. He says, "I think we have a deal, comrade."

[Juan Hefe]

Juan Hefe's smile, who had been decidedly large before, grows to an even larger size, making Sephiru slightly uncomfortable.

"That is pure awesome Seph baby! You and Mistress Jessica on April 29th! It'll be like gang busters!!!"

[Sephiru]

"Uh... ok?"

Sephiru edges away slowly and turns to open the door. When he opens the door he sees Tsavales standing there arms crossed.

Sephiru looks up at Tsavales, being much smaller than him, but still having that arrogant look on his face.

"Move out of the way, I have business to attend to."

Tsavales frowns and looks over Sephiru's shoulder at Hefe. Hefe waves his hand as to tell Tsavales to let Sephiru past. Sephiru pushes past and mutters something again in Russian.

Hefe looks at Tsavales and shakes his head. "That Sephiru is going to be a tricky one."

Tsavales replies, "Is that pie I smell?"