Uh-oh's! (Damn, Hefe's office is getting crowded)

[Scopes]

After all the other miscreants have left, Soren Masson knocks on Hefe's door.

Masson
"Knock, knock! Anyone home?"

Without waiting for a response, Masson enters anyway, with Jack Masterson in tow.

Hefe
"....What's he doing here?"

Masson
"Who?"

Hefe
"The kid, Masterson."

Masterson speaks up, munching on bag of Cheetos.

Masterson
"Man, boss. Didn't you know that this old fart is my uncle?"

Masson laughs and slaps his nephew on the back. The jarring sends several Cheetos tumbling to the ground, all over Hefe's rug.

Masterson
"Anyway, what's the deal?"

Masterson walks up to Hefe's desk and sits on one of the edges.

"You've been putting me against so many jobbers lately. That stoner Pierce, Dragon, ummm...that fat guy and his limey partner."

Masson can be seen grinding the fallen Cheetos into the rug with his heel, obviously irritating Hefe.

Hefe
"What about Homicide?"

Masterson
"That guy? I let him win."

Hefe
"No you didn't."

Masterson
"Yeah, I did. I practically rolled over and let him pin me."

Hefe
"Look kid, if you can't accept your losses, you've got no place here. Keep this up and you're out on your ass."

Masterson seems to have taken that to heart. Almost instantanously after "ass" is uttered, Masterson has a grip around Hefe's collar. Masson is watching cautiously, making sure Masterson doesn't take things too far.

Masterson
"I can't accept my losses?! The only loss I've had was a freebie to that poser! Put me in a match, I guarantee I'll win it."

Masson steps in and has Masterson release his grip from Hefe's shirt.

Masson
"Settle down! Don't be stupid!"

Hefe
"Erghm... Any match, you say?"

Masterson
"Any match!"

Masson
"Hold on..."

Hefe
"Any kind of match?"

Masterson
"Yes!"

Masson
"Wait..."

Hefe
"And you'll win?"

Masterson
"YES!"

Masson, unable to get a word in edgewise, sits down in a nearby chair, exasperated.

Hefe ponders Masterson's bold claims.

Hefe
"Tell ya' what, come back in 10 minutes. I'll have thought of something for you by then."

Masterson
"That's more like it."

He turns to leave, Masson bats him in the back of the head, knowing that his nephew has just put himself in a bad position.

Hefe is sitting in his chair, tenting his fingers in a diabolical fashion, with a sinister look on his face.

[Juan Hefe]

Suddenly, he gets up just as Masterson returns to the office with Masson in tow.

"Ah, you're just in time. So, you want to crunch up cheetohs in my rug you little miscreant? Fine. As you may or may not know, I booked a random match for Friday's show between Mean Street and Ryan Helms. That match is now a handicap match. Them against you. Merry Christmas you carpet befouler, it's your birthday."

Hefe then turns towards Masson and adopts a smug pose.

"And you Masson. I gotta tell you, no one quite has the knack of riling me up like you do, but that's ok. On Friday's show, you're going up against the Cureman. And then you're going up against Gojira. And then you're going up against Chris Revolution. A gauntlet match. I hope you're happy now, you smug French bastard."

Feeling full of himself and proud of his dubious intellect, Hefe sits back down in his chair and puts his feet up on his desk. Reaching behind him, he grabs a magazine that Burton left behind and opens it to a random page.

"Please leave now. And just for your information, this is Burton's, not mine."

[Scopes]

Masterson ponders his predicament, and finally speaks up.

Masterson
"What are you doing reading American Grizzly?"

Obviously not aware of the magazine he had just picked up, Hefe drops it quickly, horrified. Masson is already outside, but can be heard laughing in the hallway.

"'Kay, bye."

Masterson leaves.

[Ganja Man]

*As Jack Masterson leaves the office, Ganja Man steps inside before the door can swing shut. Hefe looks up from his desk to see the young man standing in front of him. Ganja Man cracks a smile and Hefe looks on, still shook up from the incident just moments before*

Ganja Man: "Mr. Hefe...I know what you must be thinking: "Look at him, he lost his match last week and here he is, coming back for another match". Well you're right, I did loose to that freak Masterson but I'm still willing to go out there and give it another shot. I may not have won that match but there is something I did do, I showed that I won't lose without a fight. Masterson may have had me tap out but what he didn't do was take me out. He did a number on my arm last week but I've been training all week and I'm ready for another challenge. If you would, give me that second opponent you were talking about last week; and this week, I promise the outcome will NOT be the same. Give me another chance to make last weeks mishap up to you and you will not be dissappointed, I guarantee it!"

*Ganja Man then awaits the word from Hefe...*

[Juan Hefe]

Hefe wipes the sweat from his brow and looks at Matt Pierce intensely before answering.

"Yeah, you've got 'The Flame Enforcer' this week. And please, Matt, don't make me look bad again."

[Ganja Man]

*Ganja Man gets a confused look on his face as Hefe makes his request*

Ganja Man: "Make you look bad? I gave it my all and you're saying I made you look bad? Give me a break man...It was my first match in this company and you had me facing a man notorious for making others tap out; if you didn't want to look bad you shouldn't have made the match 'Submission Only'....but that's in the past, this week will see a new beginning for both you and I in terms of a winning streak. Ryan Kilst may have the momemtum going into this thing with his win last week but come Afterburn, we'll see whose enforcing who..See you later Mr. Hefe..."

*Ganja Man leaves the office and heads down the hallway*

[Juan Hefe]

Hefe shakes his head in confusion and speaks to himself.

"Didn't Ganja Man specifically say he wanted a submissions only match?"

[snesmaster40]

Suddenly Johnny Knockout walks into the room.

"Hey, Mr Hefe. What you got booked for me?"

[Juan Hefe]

Juan Hefe glances up at his former NMHC Heavyweight Champion and shakes his head.

"Sorry Johnny, I don't have anything for you this week."

[snesmaster40]

Johnny sighs and walks out of Juan Hefe's office.

[Juan Hefe]

OOC: If you want to ensure your character has a match on the card, set something up way before Thursday.