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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 11:47:09 GMT -5
Moments following the Junior Heavyweight Championship match, Eli Sykes is seen walking through the corridors of the S&F Center. He has a fury in his eyes like we have never seen before as he makes his way towards the offices, yelling obscenities along the way.
"God dammit!"
He bursts through the office door of Brandon Bash, who is sitting back at his desk with his feet kicked up on it. Eli Sykes slams both hands down onto the desk, staring Bash in his eyes.
"Did you see that shit, Brandon? Now, I don't know what you call that, but where I'm from, we call that robbery. That Junior Heavyweight Championship should be right here.
Eli Sykes points to his waist.
I need you to give me, no...."
"I demand that you book me in a match against Dunn for the Junior Heavyweight Championship, right now."
It was at that moment that Jay Strickland walks through the door, standing behind Eli Sykes.
"I am not taking no for an answer, Brandon.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 15:19:37 GMT -5
Brandon was leaning back in his office chair, feet propped on the desk with his phone to his ear when his old friend, Eli Sykes came bursting into his office throwing around demands.
"It seems like I will have to call you back in a minute, Brooke. Love you."
Brandon ended the phone and placed it down on his desk while also pulling his feet down off of his desk. He would then stand up to his feet, pulling off his suit jacket once he was to his feet and laying it down on top of his desk.
"Why, hello there, Eli. I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking. Oh, that's right...you didn't ask me for shit."
Brandon would then begin to unbutton his cuff links, rolling the sleeves of his undershirt up a bit.
"You seem to be throwing around demands here like I owe them to you. Yet, the last time we actually had a conversation...I believe you were nicely telling me to fuck off when you walked away from my help and guidance. But, Eli...to answer your question. Yes. I saw what had happened. It truly was robbery. You had that match in the bag, Eli...but Chris Dunn swooped in and stole it from you. But, I would say that turn about is fair play, wouldn't you? I mean...you did steal his wife, after all. Kudos for that, Eli. Truly."
Brandon would flash his trademark cocky smirk while also loosening up his tie.
"But, you see...I have enough to worry about other than you thinking you should get a rematch right away. Like, oh...I don't know. James Champ. My daughter, who is about to enter a life-threatening match. My future son-in-law who is still missing. My youngest daughter, Skye, is having nightmares. My son John is potty training. Among other things. But, how about this, Eli. You can calm down, before you end up leaving here in a stretcher just like James...and then prove it to me next week on Mayhem. I'm booking you, your new bae or whatever the kids call their significant other these days, and Aubree Celeste. You three will be taking on the man who you had beat, but didn't actually beat...Conner Creed, the monster known as Megasho, and...well, if she survives tonight...Savannah. You show me the Eli Sykes who I know can run through all three of your opponents...and maybe I'll think about it."
Brandon would then keep the smirk on his face, as he leaned back against his desk. He wasn't expecting Eli to attack, but he was prepared for anything...even if Eli's new bodyguard decided to burst in soon, too.
TBCB: Eli Sykes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 15:49:27 GMT -5
"And I stand by those words, Brandon. I still want you to fuck off, but only after you've granted me the match that I am asking for." Eli becomes annoyed at the mention of him 'swooping in' and stealing Hannah from Chris Dunn. "Brandon, you of all people should know why I did what I did. For you to say that is asinine, considering the fact that you would do the exact same thing if you were in my shoes and Brooke was in bed with another man." The name 'James Champ' slithers from Brandon Bash's tongue, sending a chill down Eli Sykes' spine.
Brandon, obviously irritated by Ei's presence, explains that if Eli can impress him in his match against Conner Creed, Savannah, and Megasho, that he will consider giving Eli the match he so desperately wants. "Alright, Bash... That's how you wanna do this?"
"I hope you know that you just signed Conner Creed's, Megasho's, and Savannah's death warrants. The EHWF roster is going to be short three names after next weeks Mayhem." Eli Sykes pauses, waiting for Brandon to respond.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 19:22:10 GMT -5
Brandon nodded as he listened to Eli's words.
"Now now, Eli. I was impressed with what you did with Hannah. I said kudos, didn't I? I was simply implying that maybe tonight, Dunn just had more drive than you to win the title, since you had already won over Hannah. It was the Syke Out that won the match, but it was his quickness to take you out and steal your victory that made it his victory instead of yours."
Brandon flashed another smirk.
"And you may want to pay attention to the match after yours. If you somehow fail to impress me in your own match...maybe you can watch as Chris Dunn impresses the world when he has the chance to defeat the EHWF Champion, David Gideon Smith..."
Had Brandon just tried to anger his old friend even more...or, perhaps...there was more to it than that? Brandon was still ready for anything, though he was sure Eli was smarter than that.
TBCB: Eli Sykes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 20:17:32 GMT -5
The scene opens on a pair of loafer clad feet clip-clopping down the hallway. The feet belong to a thick. The thick belongs to a suit. The camera pans up to reveal the suit belongs to Jerry Mazy to an enormous pop from the Bloodbath crowd. The "We Want Jerry!" chants begin to ring out, but Jerry is attending to business most thick. He carries a briefcase in one hand as he stops at a door. Without knocking, Jerry enters. Brandon Bash and Eli Sykes are right in the middle of a conversation, but Jerry makes his presence known with a cough and a flicker of his hair. The two stop their obviously heated conversation as Jerry walks up to the desk, cutting off Eli from Bash.
Jerry Mazy: Brandon Bash...I am here as an emissary to James Champ and The People's Republic of Poon Guinea. The Corporate Power Billionaires crimes against their Governor Mr. Champ are inexcusable, and the Secretary of Defense to the Hammer N' Sickle and fitty bars and thirteen stars has viewed these as an act of War. You sir, as the CPB's top bitch, are responsible for the actions you have perpetuated against James and The People's Republic. Now I assure you, the last thing Poon Guinea wants or needs is a war, and Mr. Champ likes to settle these actions more delicately...more intimately.
Jerry can see the look of confusion and rage building up on Brandon Bash's grill but continues his schpiel regardless.
Jerry Mazy: Let's just say, if he wanted to, James could sneak into your house while you're asleep all snug in your down comforter with your wife asleep right next to ya and your children in the other room, put a .44 round right through the front of your cranium, bang your wife, and then convince your children he's Santa Clause...but something tells me that's not what you want either Brandon. So Mr. Champ, from his hospital bed, asked me to come down here and get you...nay! HAVE YOU! sign this contract he had drawn up in case any bitch ass tomfoolery occurred after his match here tonight. It looks like he did the right thing. So...if you would?...
Jerry opened the briefcase which contained the sole document for Brandon Bash to scribble his chicken scratch signature down. Jerry turns to Eli.
Jerry Mazy: Sup nigguh...how's tricks?
TBCB: Eli or Bash
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 1:26:24 GMT -5
"Listen, Brandon, the last thing that I am worried about right now is Dunn being in a match with someone other than myself. The douche bag is going to get what's coming to him, one way or another."
At this point, Jerry Mazy has snuck into the office unbeknownst to Eli. He begins going on a rant about James Champ and some sort of contract pertaining to a match. Mazy looks towards Eli, spewing random nonsense that Eli can't quite decipher. Instead, Eli ignores him, shakes his head, and looks back at Bash, who's in a sort of defense mode. Eli cracks a smile.
"Now, I know you think you're King Dick around here now that Rissi is about to die and all, but remember who you're talking to, Brandon. I don't give a fuck about the kind of authority that you have. Suspend me, fine me, sue me, it doesn't matter what you do. Just know that I am going to get my hands on Dunn, whether it's a sanctioned match or not, and I am going to beat him within an inch of his life."
Eli Sykes stands up straight, turning his attention back to Jerry Mazy, who is standing still, staring awkwardly at Eli.
"So, are you the mouthpiece for that backstabbing piece of shit James Champ now? Well, when you get back to the hospital, tell that asshole I said "Hi"."
TBCB Mazy/Bash
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 2:07:18 GMT -5
Mazy watched Eli poffered, bolstered, and pounded his chest like the simian-toddler he was. Always cryin about wanting this and wanting that and blah-blah-blah and never doing shit to earn it. Eli finished with Brandon before he turned to Jerry in regards to James Champ. Mazy let him chew his words, cuz shit...Nigguhs needed a last meal.
Jerry Mazy: Oh...are you that guy that just can't seem to get ovuh? Yuh...I'm James Champ's PERSONAL assistant and emissary to Poon Guinea. That means I have diplomatic immunity nigguh, which means and I'm gonna explain it to ya as simple as I can...you put one finger on me and I blow ya brains out right here right now, Eli. And not in a gay way. I'm talking about with this heater I got tucked away in my butthole for emergency situations. Now...if you want to step aside and let the adults talk, Eli, you might get a sucker after this...
Mazy gave Eli a smirk outta the corner of his mouth
Jerry Mazy: Now Bash...are you gonna sign this contract or not? Champ won his match. He is owed blood. He wants yours. It doesn't get any more boilerplate than that.
Mazy awaits a response.
TBCB: Sykes/Bash
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 22:56:53 GMT -5
Brandon smirked as Eli didn't catch the hint he was trying to give him, as he looked over to Mazy with his right eyebrow cocked up. He had to keep himself from laughing as he also started throwing around threats in favor of James Champ, as he took the contract and looked it over. Brandon didn't seem too surprised that Champ was gunning for him. It was, after all, expected after he sent him to the hospital.
"Trust me, James Champ wouldn't be able to even make it anywhere near my house after we upgraded security due to Nick Phoenix and Bill Ryder's crazy antics last year. The so-called Mayor of Poon Guinea better just keep getting his rest if he even wants to give me any challenge at all. As for you...who are you, exactly?"
Brandon read the contract over a bit more. He saw a few names on the contract that didn't matter to him, and shrugged it off. He would then turn back to Eli.
"You think I would simply just suspend or fine you, Eli? I don't think Hannah would be so impressed with someone as unemployed as I could make you. Don't forget who you are messing with, Eli. I brought you to this company. I can just as easily cast you out of here and make sure you never wrestle in a ring again. You'll be stuck as a backyarder making twenty dollars a match...if you're lucky."
Brandon looked back over to Jerry and let out a sigh of annoyance before signing the contract and handing it back over to him.
"No, if you two start throwing around threats at each other...how about you two take it outside. Before I get my own hired goons in here to force you out?"
Just as Bash had said that, the door opened and in walked his daughter, Alexandria Kendrick. She was beaten and bloodied, but grasped the Hardcore Championship in her hands. Behind her was Van Jam and Eric Smith...both also pretty beaten themselves. After that, Megasho struggled to fit through the doorway. After a few attempts, he just stayed outside. Alex glared over at the three non CPB members in the office, before turning to her father.
"Any word on Will?"
Brandon shook his head at her, as she inhaled deeply. She was obviously pissed off, before she noticed Jerry.
"Jerry! Good to see you again! Have you, by any chance, seen or heard anything about Will being around tonight? If Savannah doesn't bring him back...I will find her and finish her off..."
Brandon let out another sigh.
"Alexandria...just calm down. Also...could all of you please try not to bleed on anything? You guys need to go see the doc and get all of that cleaned up."
Brandon went around his desk and sat back down, as he awaited for whatever was to happen next.
TBCB: Sykes, Mazy, anyone else who wants to join in.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 15:24:33 GMT -5
Bash signed the contract: his own death warrant for all intents and purposes. But unbeknownst to him, or maybe just a complete egotistical oversight on his part, he had just resigned Jerry Mazy to the EHWF. He also handed over rights to Fever Dream and Carl Cowbell's contracts, effectively giving James Champ creative control over the duo. Mazy smirked as he clasped the briefcase up and locked it tight. He was about to turn and leave as Alexandria Kendrick, flanked by her crew of CPB flunks, walked through the door. Jerry almost instinctively whipped the piece out of his anus and was about to bussa cap in some skulls, but he remembered what Champ said about waiting for the moment. Some cake tastes sweeter when you wait to eat it.
Alexandria exchanged a few words with Bash before turning to Mazy. She began asking him about Wilmer and his whereabouts...but Wilmer had been dead to him for some time now. They hadn't spoken in months...not since they lost the Tag Team Championships, and now they were estranged from each other...all becuz Wilmer had forgotten the rules. rule numbuh 69: poon don't cum between thick. He had thrown a friendship away to clamor up Bash's ass like a hound dog to try and marry the Alexandria-poon. Now that shit was like a Human Centipede. He didn't know where Bash began and Wilmer ended. None of it was worth Mazy's time anymore.
Jerry Mazy: No. I haven't heard from him.
Mazy turned back to Bash.
Jerry Mazy: Our business is concluded, it seems. Champ will see you in the ring at Mayhem, where he looks forward to taking you apart limb by pathetic limb. See you there, Bash. See you there.
Mazy walks out of the room, shoving Van Jam out of the way and shouldering Megasho on his way outta the door.
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