Hefe arrives at work

[Vertigo]

It's Saturday morning, Juan Hefe has just arrived at his office and is walking down the hall with Ted. In one hand he has a piece of paper with the overnight ratings on it.

Hefe: Ted, can you believe that we scored our highest rating ever for last night's show? It was great!

Ted: You do know that I lost a Tag Title Match right?

Hefe: Ted, shut up, I run the company you'll get plenty of shots, you are my boy...do you smell smoke?

Hefe and Ted look around and then enter Juan Hefe's office. Inside Hefe finds a scene that literally shocks him. The floor is covered in discarded beer bottles and broken glass from the same. As Hefe looks up from the floor he sees Vertigo, sitting behind Hefe's desk, a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniel's in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His eyes are directed at the desk itself as he takes a shot of the whiskey and then a quick drag off the butt before looking up at Hefe.

Hefe: What the hell do you think you are doing here?!?!? If it wasn't for the fact that we scored our best ratings ever, I'd fire your drunk ass right here, right now.

Vertigo: Well think again, I seem to remember something about last night. It involved my match, hmmm what was it, oh yeah, your f***ing referee screwed me over.

Hefe: Wait a minute. You called Submission matc-
Vertigo: I NEVER TAPPED OUT!!!!

Veritigo leaps to his feet smashing the bottle of Jack at Hefe's feet. Ted steps in front of Hefe as the conversation continues.

Vertigo: This is how it goes down. I deserved to win that match. Next week, here is your VERTIGO CHALLENGE ^TM I will go out to that ring, then Liftor will come out and hand me MY world heavyweight championship. and if he doesn't, I will do something that has never been done before and I guarentee, Liftor will never recover from it.

Hefe: What the hell are you talking about?

Vertigo pushes Ted out of the way and into the hallway as he slams the door closed and grabs Hefe by the collar.

Vertigo: You know as well as I do that a great Heel makes a great company and I am a great heel. Give me that belt and you'll relish the rewards, maybe even a pay-per-view for you. You know I have business experience, I can make it happen. But deny me and I'll cause a scandel so huge that it could bankrupt you.

He pushes Hefe away and takes a drag off his cigarette.

Vertigo: So I sugguest you called that bitch Curry and tell him to drop off my belt.

He blows the smoke in Ted's face as he walks out of the office and down the hall.

[Juan Hefe]

Hefe paces nervously around his ruined office, adjusting the calendar that Rich Burton recently gave him entitled 'Best of Booty Call 3'.

"Ted, call up LIFTOR. I have a feeling that he'll want to hear what Vertigo had to say."

Ted Tsavales whips out his cell phone and speed dials LIFTOR's number. He talks tersely into it and then hangs up.

"He's on his way boss."

Hefe glances at his watch and then reaches in his pocket to pull out his wallet. He grabs a 20$ bill out of it and hands it to Ted.

"Here you go Ted, go get Burton and his new best buddy Harry Fate from the peeler club down the street. Use the cash to buy them an extra lap dance, they'll need some convincing for what I'm going to get them and you to do next Friday."

Ted grabs the 20 and walks out the office without glancing back.

[Onslaught Six]

John Curry takes a drink out of a bottle of water, swallows, closes it, and then tosses it into his gym bag, which he leaves outside the door as he opens the door to Hefe's office.

"Christ."

He looks around the messy office and then sits on the arm of a chair.

He thinks for a moment, and immediately knows what to say.

"Tell Vertigo that there are 'two' ways to win a submission match. The loser can tap out or submit.....or he can pass out, in which case the referee will stop the match. It's Obvious."

He turns to Hefe. "Unless you've got some f***ed up rule change from the standards that you never informed me about."

Hefe looks around nervously. "Well, I--umm..."

LIFTOR quickly hops up and grabs Hefe's shirt collar. "YOU BASTARD!"

Hefe yelps and struggles, trying to get out of LIFTOR's grasp. "Let go of me!!!"

Curry switches his grip, and then grabs Hefe around his body, clutching his arm and head between his arms. He then hoists Hefe up straight into the air, flipping over midway in a picture perfect Tazplex onto the floor of the office.

Hefe groans in pain and doesn't try to get up as LIFTOR takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights one up.

"Tell Vertigo that if he wants my belt, he can come and get it next week. As far as I'm concerned, I won that match."

He kicks open the door, picks up his gym bag, and walks off.

[Juan Hefe]

Hefe staggers back to his senses just as Ted Tsavales comes running into the office with Rich Burton and Harry Fate in tow. Tsavales bends down immediately and helps his boss up.

"What the hell happened Mr. Hefe?!?"

Hefe groggily shakes his head and opens his eyes.

"The LIFTOR happened. He didn't even give me a chance to explain myself before tazplexing me."

Burton looks around at the destruction in the office and nods approvingly.

"You see Harry, *this* is how one parties it up. Whoever did this really knows how to have a good time."

Tsavales shoots a withering glance at one of his tag-team partners (the other being new MWA arrival Harry Fate).

"Rich, I wouldn't be glorifying this debacle to young Harry."

Hefe, now recovered enough to speak in longer sentences, snaps at his henchmen.

"Enough! This Friday is going to be hellish enough without you three yammering on and on about inanities. First of all, Vertigo is NOT getting another shot at LIFTOR's belt. Fans are tiring of that match up and besides, Pyro won the right to face LIFTOR last Friday."

Hefe starts his trademark pacing, forcing Harry Fate to take a step back and move closer to the wall.

"Furthermore, I have a plan in motion to deal with Vertigo, and if that falls through, you three will have to pick up the slack. Now, here's what I have in mind..."

(OOC: This is where my role-play ends gentle reader, I wouldn't want to spoil *all* my surprises ;-)