the President speaks out....alone....

{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen.
You're standing outside the door of the President's Mansion.
You recognized the large wooden door and the large door knocker.
You knock on the door. King Royce of the GFWA broadcast team is standing next to you.
He looks over at you anxiously as the door swings open.
There, standing before you dressed in a pair of light brown slacks, a white button down shirt,
and Italian leather shoes is the President of the GFWA, Matt McLean.
He's on the phone so he motions for the two of you to come in.
As you walk in, he shuts the door behind you and walks down the hallway.
You instinctively follow him as he continues on. He gets to his study on the left hand side of the hallway and walks in.
As you enter the large study, you can see a few lights are on. It's around 6:30 p.m. local time.
The lights illuminate the room. One of the larger lights is coming from his desk area.
That's where McLean sits back down and begins to click a few things on his computer.
You pick up the last part of the conversation.}}

President McLean: ....there's no excuse, Rudolph. None! What has taken place is a smack right in the face of everything I've tried to build and create...*pause*....no, I'm not talking about King or Danger....they did their part.....Danger got robbed by Chaos and that sort of thing is inexcusable...and King....well, I had the situation under control, but you saw what happened....*pause*....no, Danger's not here right now, he left early this morning, headed to the coast of Maine for some well-deserved R&R....*pause*...*laughs*...that's Rest and Relaxation....you know a small vacation....to get his mind clear and ready to take on Karnage....*pause*....oh yes, he's already told me that he plans on making the rematch challenge sometime soon....The Elite Players will get what's coming to them....if I have to dish it out my-damn-self....I will...*pause*....you've got 48 hours to come up with Gestapo and TMR....or I will be forced to take action....

{{President McLean presses the "TALK" button on the phone, turning it off and somewhat slams it down on the desk.
He's continuing to click away at something the camera can't pick up when King Royce speaks up.}}

King Royce: Umm....Mr. McLean...sir....we'd like to get a few words with you....if we could....

President McLean: You just did get a few words with me....the camera was rolling then, wasn't it?

King Royce: Ummm, yes sir, it was....but I don't think I quite understand....

President McLean: What is it that is so tough to understand, King? *swiveling around to face King and the camera* What is it you can't understand?? Gestapo let me down....he let the L4R down on Sunday night....and The Master Race....where the hell are they?? I just got off the phone with Rudolph and he assures me that they will be back and be back in full force within 48 hours....I've made an ultimadum, King....I'm tired of people not trying here....look at all the effort I put out for the GFWA and for L4R.....I was the special guest referee in the Extreme title match on Sunday....it wasn't enough to stop Vic Vega from capturing the belt, was it?? I had to count that piece of trash to the "1-2-3" and now he's got King's strap.....he's probably as puffed up as anyone would be....and then, when Danger had things all wrapped up against Karnage....out pops the over-active Chaos and he spoils Danger's party....I do NOT take failure lightly, King....you of all people should know that. It seems like someone is trying to dismantle the greatest assemble of talent the GFWA has ever known....and I can't imagine why....everything I have ever done has been for the good of the GFWA....and now this....now Gestapo and TMR just run off and nothing is heard from them....did you see how whipped Gestapo was on Sunday night??? Did you see that King???? It was pathetic.....and TMR? A mere shadow of their former selves...they couldn't stay in the ring 10 seconds with T2SF or the Macross Angels right now....President McLean will not tolerate failure, King....

King Royce: Well, what exactly did you plan on doing about it?

President McLean: I don't know....I've given the ultimadum to Rudolph....he knows I mean business....as far as Gestapo and TMR goes, unless they come back ready to go to work again, they can kiss my ass and hit the high road. That's right, you heard me....I'm tired of carrying their asses anyway. You know, when I was in wrestling....I could just take out someone like Gestapo or TMR....I could come up behind them and when they least expected it....*BAM!*....take 'em out. But as President of such a large company like this....you really can't do that sort of thing....it's a matter of public relations....you know? I mean, if I want somebody taken out now, I have to go through legal channels and shit like that....where I would need to fire them or suspend them or whatever....I tell ya, King, I do miss the days of just bein' one of the guys....one of the guys with a license to kill....to take out any and all opposition at a moment's notice....I was a force to be reckoned with.....and I'll be damned if that force is going to remain dorment forever....I'll be damned....

King Royce: What...what are you sayin', President McLean....are you saying you're going to bring back Skarrphace???

{{As if that last work King spoke was lingering in his head, McLean stares down at the ground for a moment.
After a short while, he swivels back around and faces the computer again.
He's back to clicking something on his screen. King Royce motions for the cameraman to follow him,
so he does and they leave the study and shut the door behind them. The scene then fades to black.}}