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"You Don't Know What Love Is" by John Coltrane

-[ The scene fades into your picture. You see in front of you a shot of McLean's large mansion home.
The front door opens and you walk through. You hear some music playing in the background. Sounds
like some jazz music. You enter the foyer and follow the sounds. They lead you down the hallway and into
what seems to be some sort of parlor. Sitting in the room are several men, one of which you immediately
recognize as GFWA President Matt McLean. There are several lights on, but all dimmed low. Several of
the men are smoking cigars and holding brandy glasses. McLean is chatting with someone as you approach.
He turns to face you and laughs a small laugh as he gets to his feet. He walks off so you follow him. He gets
to a large oaken door and opens it slowly. Once inside, you see the door went into the study, a more familiar
locale. Skarrphace sets down his brandy glass on the large conference table and goes to his large computer
desk and sits down in the large executive style leather-bound office chair and wheels around to face you. ]-

:: Matt McLean :: So you found me....I didn't think you'd have the balls to come up here on a weekday night...especially this late. So I'm sure you're here because you want some words from your Leader on his match for this Tuesday....the Handicap Hell match I have against Biggunn with a mystery partner of my choosing....well, first off, you won't get the information regarding my partner til BackDraft...and you won't get it then til the match is about to go down. See, the man I have picked out is someone who nobody sees coming...he's like a shadow in the night....blending in....he's been here all along, you see. Watching....waiting....biding his time for an opportunity to get back on the scene....and now this time has come. The opportunity he's been waiting for. I plan on giving him full opportunity to destroy Biggunn at BackDraft....and trust me, he will.

-[ Then, from behind you, the door opens up and you turn to see who it is. It's Vice President Chaos and he's
got a tall glass of something in his hand. He walks in with a straight face and takes one of the conference table seats
as he turns to McLean, ignoring you completely, and talking in a lowered voice. ]-

:: Chaos :: McLean....we're out of brandy in there.

:: Matt McLean :: Out? Out you say? Ha! Ha ha ha ha! No!

-[ McLean stands up and walks to the wall, where a large intercom system board is. He presses a gold
button with the word "TALK" under it and speaks outloud into the speaker. ]-

:: Matt McLean :: Johnson? Are you still awake?

-[ There's a small pause, then you hear someone on the other end. Johnson. ]-

:: Johnson :: No, sir, I was waiting for the gathering to dismiss then I was going to straighten up a bit. Is there anything you needed, sir?

:: Matt McLean :: Yes, as a matter of fact there is. It seems we're out of brandy. Could you run to the cellar and grab a bottle of the Domaine de Maubet Bas Armagnac please?

:: Johnson :: Domaine de Maubet Bas Armagnac...right away sir.

-[ McLean releases the "TALK" button and returns to his large office chair as Chaos begins to speak. ]-

:: Chaos :: Great....so what's he doing here? *motioning towards you*

:: Matt McLean :: What do you think? They all want to know what's going to happen at BackDraft....as if it's any question....

:: Chaos :: What's so hard to understand...we're gonna make sure Biggunn never gets another title shot again....personally. Oh, and Joz, I know you're out there...don't think I forgot what trouble you caused last night....it's not gonna go unpunished, my friend....not by a long shot.

:: Matt McLean :: Glad I didn't have any of that coffee....but speaking of punishment....it would appear our good friend Jimmy Miller-Lite has a problem with authority....

:: Chaos: :: A problem, 'Phace?

:: Matt McLean :: Yeah...he's abusing his....now if it were anybody else he fired last night, I'd have a problem with it, but ICE and Mauler deserved to get the door shown to them....so I'm not gonna raise Hell about that. But you need to learn one thing, Miller. I am the ONE person in total control around here. Your title gives you power over some aspects of the GFWA, but as a famous man said a long time ago, men don't follow titles, they follow courage...and leadership. And those are two qualities you lack considerably. Need I remind you I am the one that still signs your paycheck boy? I brought you here because you had the qualifications to do the job, but step on anymore toes again, especially Chaos' and most especially MINE, and I will NOT hesitate to show you the door....in fact, you may be going through it quite forcibly...if you get my meaning....

:: Chaos :: Speaking of showing somebody to the door, what the hell are you gonna do about this Monroe/Watts alliance?

:: Matt McLean :: What am I going to do about it? What sort of threat are they to us? Watts seems to think he's got a title shot in his back pocket now that he's got the CEO in the same place, but I'm afraid all those chairshots to his head have once again come into play when it comes to his grasp on reality....you see, Watts, I'm the man in control, since the very beginning you've had such a hard time understanding that fact. Monroe, he's got a title...so does Miller...but what do they really have but the authority to sign and fire chumps like ICE and Mauler...? Idiot savants like Mauler and ICE come a dime a fuckin' dozen....so what? The REAL power lies with Chaos and I...it lies with The Establishment.

:: Chaos :: That's right. Miller and Monroe, what the hell are they going to do? Fire me? They Can't. Fire McLean? *laughing* yeah, that's gonna happen. McLean signs their checks...they can be fired instantly but we need some help around here. Not to run the company but someone has to get me and McLean some coffee. What you have right here are the two men in control. Matt McLean and myself, the president and Vice President. You mess with one of us and you get payback. You do it again and you get your ass handed to you and if you stupidly mess with us again, here's your final paycheck...you are FIRED. Watts thinks he's tough because he's got Monroe on his side? Watts...you always ducked me in the GFWA. When I showed up, you were the man around here...what happened? Everytime I took a step up, you took a step further from me. Once I won the Extreme Title...you were gone. Then I got the world title...and you never came back for me. Why chose now to come back? Because I'm not on the roster? Well, now I am in a position to really pay you back. Your career lies in our hands...just imagin. You could NEVER get a title shot. You could never even get into the main event again. Watts, don't look to Monroe for help because he won't give you much. The Establishment runs things around here and if you don't like it....who cares? *laughing*

:: Matt McLean :: Well said, Chaos....now, if you're get the fuck outta here, we can get back to our guests....

-[ McLean and Chaos get up and head into the other room, and as they do, the scene fades out to black. ]-

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