Post by Razor Sharp on Dec 22, 2010 17:24:42 GMT -5
We pick up as Aaron Holiday returns to the backstage area where the bald General Manager stands waiting, no not John M White, but like him he is a former champ as well but goes by the name of Razor Sharp.
::Razor:: "So I guess that means there is no point in me going out there."
::Aaron:: "And why is that?"
::Razor:: "Well that baby is mixed, no way it could be mine."
::Aaron:: "Indeed, if that were the real baby and not a paid impersonator! Things were getting cramped in that ring and lets face it, I don't exactly have a lot of friends."
::Razor:: "So that's who you called earlier, when you asked how much and said it would be for only an hour I thought you were just ordering a hooker."
::Aaron:: "Well it certainly fits, but no that was merely a impostor, I checked the local paper for births and found someone willing to put their child on display for a small fee. But you're the GM bro, so go out there and get some answers, you may not have any friends out there either but you've got power!"
And with the new found confidence and the inside scoop about the baby nobody else has, well outside of Icy, Sharp bids his friend bye for the moment and steps up to the platform behind the curtain as the commotion in the ring continues to unfold.
The arena fades to black and Razor waits for his music to hit but instead of the usual music playing out "Porn Star Dancing" by My Darkest Days hits the speakers and Razor scratches his head wondering whats happened and from behind Holidays voice calls out one more time.
::Aaron:: "Oh by the way when I was still the GM I hired an assistant to equal Johnny's nurse but she's all yours now."
Before Razor could say a word the soft touch of silky hands rub the back of his bald head and she spins him around with a smile on her face as Razor once again after some time sets his eyes on the former ultra violent vixen.
::Pixie:: "Shall we boss?"
Side by side the duo part the curtain and Razor grabs a mic as he goes and they take the stage together and make their way down the ramp stopping half way and Razor pulls the mic up as the music fades away.
::Razor:: "Well, I believe we're all here, Sunderheart, The Moneys minus Lil and lastly myself. So lets get on with the spectacle of how far you're willing to spread your legs. T Money, if you have the results I suggest you get to spilling some answers or I'm going to start firing people starting with your nephew first."
Sweet jerks his mic up quickly...
::Sweet Money:: "You can't do that!"
::Razor:: "As the GM you can bet your black ass I can."
And at that remark Icy at last speaks up once again...
::Icy Cold:: "And if you do I'll hire him right back."
::Razor:: "In case you didn't get the memo sweet heart, while you were breeding with the locker room John fired your ass and your replacement...ME! So if you don't want to just be out of a staff position and work as a ringer produce some results or else you're next on the chopping block."
With a glare on his face as he stares down at the ring of misfit toys or rather girls and boys Razor waits and looks down at the watch on his wrist tapping on it...
::Razor:: "I'm waiting..."
