Post by Rod Lightning on Feb 22, 2010 13:29:47 GMT -5
PART 2: part one is in outside arena.
The scene opens with J.J. sitting in his office with his feet on his desk, smoking a big fat Cuban cigar. A knock is heard and he quickly cleans up the mess on his desk.
J.J.: *mumbles* God damnit, why is he here so soon?
Again, a knock is heard.
J.J. clears his throat and barks ‘Yes yes, come in.’
The door swings open and Rod Lightning enters J.J.’s office.
J.J.: *seemingly relieved* Oh, it’s you..I was eeh nothing. What can I do for you?
Rod Lightning: I’ll make this short J.J.
Rod places his hands on J.J.’s desk and stares at him intensively.
Rod Lightning: I. Want. My. Mask. Back.
J.J. smiles, half confused yet amused at the same time.
J.J.: Why are you all worked up Rod? Relax, we can talk this out…come to a compromise *grins*
Rod Lightning: J.J…I don’t think I made myself clear when I said I WANT. IT. BACK! Stop fooling around, what do you gain from taking away that what was once most dear to me! Now…I have realized it still is..very dear to me.
J.J.: I have no doubt that your mask once was…let’s say special to you. But you have risked it in your career and that risk has collected its toll, in the form of your mask Rod. You and I have put together a contract months and months ago stating that it is prohibited for you to wear your mask in MWA, ever.
Rod opens his mouth but is quickly interrupted by J.J.
J.J.: yes yes, I know. That time in Mexico was a one time thing. My decision is final Rod.
Rod Lightning: J.J…Just THINK of the merchandise, we’ll both benefit from it. It’s a win win situation, can’t you see!
Suddenly Rasputin Riddle enters J.J.’s office while reading through some papers.
J.J.: Excuse me? Did we forget how to knock have we?
Rasputin: *looks up* oh I’m sorry.
Rasputin goes back to the door and stomps on it.
Rasputin: Can I come in?
J.J.: As a matter of fact you can not. I have to deal with this for a minute, so do you mind? *J.J. gestures at his door*
Rasputin: What? What seems to be the problem, I bet it isn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
Rod Lightning: He won’t give me my mask back Mr. Riddle. After all I've done for this fed...thus, after all I've done for him!
J.J. tries to talk but gets interrupted by Rasputin.
Rasputin: Why not? I should’ve done it earlier if I were you.
J.J.: *laughs nervously* but, Mr. Riddle, he can’t wear his mask during MWA shows. His contract specifically forbids it.
Rasputin: What? You mean this contract?
Rasputin: Takes a single sheet from his papers and holds it up. He then shreds it in little pieces as both Rod and J.J. stare at it, stunned.
Rasputin: Now Rod, care to step in my office and discuss a new contract?
Rod Lightning: Yes sir!
The scene ends with Rasputin and Rod walking out of J.J.’s office, who stands enraged with a Cuban cigar in his hands…snapped in two pieces.
Now this Rp goes anywhere before my match. Don't put it in JUST before my match.
The scene opens with J.J. sitting in his office with his feet on his desk, smoking a big fat Cuban cigar. A knock is heard and he quickly cleans up the mess on his desk.
J.J.: *mumbles* God damnit, why is he here so soon?
Again, a knock is heard.
J.J. clears his throat and barks ‘Yes yes, come in.’
The door swings open and Rod Lightning enters J.J.’s office.
J.J.: *seemingly relieved* Oh, it’s you..I was eeh nothing. What can I do for you?
Rod Lightning: I’ll make this short J.J.
Rod places his hands on J.J.’s desk and stares at him intensively.
Rod Lightning: I. Want. My. Mask. Back.
J.J. smiles, half confused yet amused at the same time.
J.J.: Why are you all worked up Rod? Relax, we can talk this out…come to a compromise *grins*
Rod Lightning: J.J…I don’t think I made myself clear when I said I WANT. IT. BACK! Stop fooling around, what do you gain from taking away that what was once most dear to me! Now…I have realized it still is..very dear to me.
J.J.: I have no doubt that your mask once was…let’s say special to you. But you have risked it in your career and that risk has collected its toll, in the form of your mask Rod. You and I have put together a contract months and months ago stating that it is prohibited for you to wear your mask in MWA, ever.
Rod opens his mouth but is quickly interrupted by J.J.
J.J.: yes yes, I know. That time in Mexico was a one time thing. My decision is final Rod.
Rod Lightning: J.J…Just THINK of the merchandise, we’ll both benefit from it. It’s a win win situation, can’t you see!
Suddenly Rasputin Riddle enters J.J.’s office while reading through some papers.
J.J.: Excuse me? Did we forget how to knock have we?
Rasputin: *looks up* oh I’m sorry.
Rasputin goes back to the door and stomps on it.
Rasputin: Can I come in?
J.J.: As a matter of fact you can not. I have to deal with this for a minute, so do you mind? *J.J. gestures at his door*
Rasputin: What? What seems to be the problem, I bet it isn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
Rod Lightning: He won’t give me my mask back Mr. Riddle. After all I've done for this fed...thus, after all I've done for him!
J.J. tries to talk but gets interrupted by Rasputin.
Rasputin: Why not? I should’ve done it earlier if I were you.
J.J.: *laughs nervously* but, Mr. Riddle, he can’t wear his mask during MWA shows. His contract specifically forbids it.
Rasputin: What? You mean this contract?
Rasputin: Takes a single sheet from his papers and holds it up. He then shreds it in little pieces as both Rod and J.J. stare at it, stunned.
Rasputin: Now Rod, care to step in my office and discuss a new contract?
Rod Lightning: Yes sir!
The scene ends with Rasputin and Rod walking out of J.J.’s office, who stands enraged with a Cuban cigar in his hands…snapped in two pieces.
Now this Rp goes anywhere before my match. Don't put it in JUST before my match.
