Post by Onslaught Six on Feb 15, 2006 2:56:30 GMT -5
All of MWA's workers have been gathered into a large meeting hall. All the camera men, writers, Sound Guy, Prop Guy, Chair Guy...And all the wrestlers.
They're divided into their own little groups. The Blacks in a corner. The Sickness in another. The Revolution Rising in a third. Everybody else scattered about, sitting there, quietly. Notable is the abscense of the Green Team--the first time their prescense isn't really seen on Afterburn in months.
John Curry walks up to a podium that's been set up with a somewhat quiet mic on it.
"Everybody...Vertigo has left the building. And, uh, apparently, MWA."
The causes everybody to burst out in a flare of mumbles.
"Hey...Hey! Hey, frigging shut up!!!"
And their attention is turned back to the man in green.
"Now, he didn't tell me when he'll be back--but he did say that he will be. As the VP in charge of Afterburn, you'll be answering to me with all your questions here. Devlin, my fellow VP in charge of Delerium, will be your go-to guy on Tuesdays."
He looks out among the workers. Already a few of them are starting to look across the room at some of the people they hate. They're thirsty for blood. And it's not good. Curry knows that all hell can break loose at any moment if he's not careful...
"...And I have a personal favour to ask, of everybody. Since Vertigo's not going to be around, it's not exactly easy for me to handle everything around here. So I'm going to please ask you guys not to kill each other backstage or do any run-ins for the time being. This isn't a rule or any bull--I'm asking you, man to man. Don't kill each other...yet. Just save it for the ring, alright?"
Most of them nod in agreement.
"Alright...Let's go out and finish up the rest of this show."
They're divided into their own little groups. The Blacks in a corner. The Sickness in another. The Revolution Rising in a third. Everybody else scattered about, sitting there, quietly. Notable is the abscense of the Green Team--the first time their prescense isn't really seen on Afterburn in months.
John Curry walks up to a podium that's been set up with a somewhat quiet mic on it.
"Everybody...Vertigo has left the building. And, uh, apparently, MWA."
The causes everybody to burst out in a flare of mumbles.
"Hey...Hey! Hey, frigging shut up!!!"
And their attention is turned back to the man in green.
"Now, he didn't tell me when he'll be back--but he did say that he will be. As the VP in charge of Afterburn, you'll be answering to me with all your questions here. Devlin, my fellow VP in charge of Delerium, will be your go-to guy on Tuesdays."
He looks out among the workers. Already a few of them are starting to look across the room at some of the people they hate. They're thirsty for blood. And it's not good. Curry knows that all hell can break loose at any moment if he's not careful...
"...And I have a personal favour to ask, of everybody. Since Vertigo's not going to be around, it's not exactly easy for me to handle everything around here. So I'm going to please ask you guys not to kill each other backstage or do any run-ins for the time being. This isn't a rule or any bull--I'm asking you, man to man. Don't kill each other...yet. Just save it for the ring, alright?"
Most of them nod in agreement.
"Alright...Let's go out and finish up the rest of this show."