*We open our scene up in the HWA front offices somewhere in the vast metropolis known as Chicago. A place which, oddly enough, has been just about as busy as the action in the ring in the past few weeks. Both ends trying their hardest to bring the HWA back on top of the wrestling world, for the most part, seems to be working at the moment. We fade in somewhere inside the HWA main building, in a plush looking hallway leading out to a waiting room, everything looks like it is of very high quality and very, very expensive, from the carpeting to the seemingly polished mahogany walls right down the the smallest things such as the little bits of writing equipment littering the desk of the secretary who works in this room. Dotted along the walls are pictures, all framed, and depict many wrestlers holding many titles, Wild Thang, Jason Chambers, Pimp 2Dope, Krazy King Mike, all these men multiple time champions, some of the best in the industry today and some of the greatest men ever to grace a wresting right...but about all they are the HWA's elite.
At the far end of the hallway the solid wood door slowly opens. And a very familiar face to the HWA begins to strut down the small hallway. As he approaches the secretary's desk he stops to look around at the pictures of the walls, his chest almost seeming to fill with pride. As he does so he straightens his grey armani jacket up and the collar of his seemingly very expensive shirt. After one more good long look at the pictures on the walls the man known to the world as Ace Jenkins, the owner and president of the HWA makes his way over to the secretarial desk at the end of the hallway to be greeted by the rather attractive blonde, wearing what seems to be something just a tad bit too small for her size sitting in the chair behind it. *
Secretary: Hello there good lookin...and who might you be?
Ace: I happen to be the man that owns that chair you are slacking off on....The better question is who are you and where is my regular secretary?
Secretary: No, she's...umm..sick. So are you here to see Mr Jenkins?
Ace: What?
Secretary: Oh, now don't you start that what stuff, it's just annoying. Now are you here to see Mr Jenkins or not?
Ace: ...Are you deaf? I said I owned that chair, I AM Mr Jenkins! Where the hell did they get you from? Off the street corner?
Secretary: Something like that.
Ace: ....you gotta be...nevermind, any messages?
Secretary: Nope....oh but there was a man here to see you though.
Ace: Really? What did he want, who was it?
Secretary: Well...he didn't really say who he was, he was kinda big. And he was kinda rough looking too, not really my type, but that guy on the wall over there, he looks....
Ace: Can you get back to answering my question? What did he want?
Secretary: Oh, he didn't say, he just said he'd be waiting in your office till you arrived.
Ace: You let someone into my office without even knowing who he is or what he wants?.....You're a natural blonde, right?
Secretary: Yeah..how'd you notice?
Ace: ....Just a lucky guess. Right, I better see what this person wants. If the phone rings....uhh....let the machine get it....
* Ace walks by the secretary's desk and heads straight towards the door leading to his own office. Ace swings the door open and takes a step into the room to find it completely empty. An air of deathly silence descends upon the room as Ace takes a few more steps into the room, still looking around it. Ace suddenly spins around to face his own desk as he hears a noise coming from being it, namely it being this huge, black leather chair spinning around to face him. A couple of big black boots slam onto the hardwood desk from none other than the person sitting in the chair, who's body and identity is conveniently covered by the shadows in the room. *
Ace: Oh..it's you....I should have known.
Man: You're late.
Ace: Well I own this damn company, I can do whatever I like. What the hell are you doing in MY chair?
Man: Well I think you just said it right there. I can do whatever the hell I want. And...I don't really see you moving me from out of this chair.
Ace: Nice to see you haven't changed much.
Man: Oh...I've changed Ace. I've changed quite a bit, although, someone like you probably wouldn't notice it.
Ace: That's Mr Jenkins to you.
Man: No, I feel more comfortable calling you Ace, so get used to it, Ace.
Ace: ...you're treading a thin line from me...
Man: From what Ace? You wanted me back so bad you had someone beg to me on your behalf. Hell you gave in to every demand I made Mr 'President of the HWA, I can do whatever I like'. And I wasn't really wanting to put up with your crap again.
Ace: But still you came back.
Man: Yeah, but I didn't come back for you. Hah, the thought of me coming back here for a stupid little suit like you is just a joke. I came back here because of my own agenda, you should know that....which reminds me, you did make the match, right?
Ace: Yes...you got your match with Krazy King Mike for the World Title on Friday.
Man: Good. Keep this up and I may just not knock you on your ass the next time you piss me off.
Ace: Hah, like you'd have the balls to.
Man: Balls? It seems like your memory needs refreshing Ace. Who are you to question if I have balls or not? You obviously mustn't have been watching any match I was in, Happy Pete, DBR, Esteban, I've taken them all on. I've done things that you or any of these new guys I see around here wouldn't even consider doing. I've sweat, hurt and bled for this company. So who are you to think that I'm not going to come over there and beat the hell out of you for getting on my bad side?
Ace: Try saying that to Mike.
Man: Mike? Mike? Have you seen Mike lately? The man isn't there, he's just a shell of what he once was, him being a champion in the HWA, the HWA champion for that matter, is a farce. A complete and utter farce. he's off crying about beating up his old lady, or whatever the hell it is he's doing. He's in no condition to be the figurehead of the HWA, he's no locker room leader, he's no proud champion. Hell no. All he is, is just some asshole who gets off on beating up on women. Is that what you want as a champion? Is that the kinda person you want representing YOUR company Ace? Is it? ....I don't think so.
Oh, and don't think that this is going to be a surprise for Mike either, he'll know it's me coming out to face him this Friday. Krazy might be a lowlife with an ego, but he's not stupid. He thinks that rage is going to help him, heh...well that's where he's mistaken Ace, it's going to blind him. See, fighting like a madman is one thing, but that can easily be overcome by someone that knows what he is doing and how to handle madmen, and you should know that I have been in some of those situations before Ace, hell, you ere the one that forced me on a couple of occasions. And word has it Mr Mike doesn't really care if he is the HWA champion or not, just as long as he's doing his own thing, which is fine by me, he gets his fight, I get his HWA title....seems fair to me.
Ace: What makes you so sure you're going to win? huh? Mike is the HWA champion. He is the best at the current moment, you DO know that, don't you?.
Man: The only reason he has that title is because I haven't been here. But of course...that's all going to change this Friday now isn't it, Ace?
Ace: If you say so.
Man: Oh, now, now. Still so doubtful of me? After all this time you still doubt my abilities? My, my Ace, it seems to me that you might be...losing it...a little bit. I mean, you brought me here because you believed in my abilities, and now you're doubting them? After everything I've done here? ...Well, I guess I will have to just rub it in your face Tuesday after I walk into the HWA area as champion. That is, being that I beat Mike Friday of course, like you think he is.
Ace: Now I never said that.
Man: Really? It sure sounded like it?
Ace: Are you done yet? I do have business to attend?
Man: Oh, yes, by all means. By the way, you really need to hire a better secretary, her IQ isn't even higher than her bra size. But that's probably why she's here. Heh.
* Ace knocks the persons feet off of his desk and tidies up the mess left behind as the 'mystery' person heads towards the door and leaves the room without being clearly seen.
Our scene then fades out.*
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