It was a stern winters day. Steve prepared for a meeting with the Chairman of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, Shane . He was suited and booted in his finest ventuno three-piece. He was scented with his finest David Beckham aroma. Slightly nervous, slightly angry. Steve walked back and forth outside the building before preparing for his meeting. Lacey tried to calm his nerves with a peck but it did nothing for him. Agitated by the fact he has not received his Xtreme Championship shot and the fact that he has been left out of the Warfare card once more, Steve felt it necessary to confront the potato loving member of the Black Circle.
The sun shined down on the pair, Mark was nowhere to be seen. Saturday 28th December, 12:30 PM. It was time. Steve strolled into the huge XWF tower, tightening his tie as he did so. Lacey was left outside in the cold sunlight.
A receptionist spoke aloud to Steve: “Hi sir, can I help you?”
Steve cleared his throat and responded, looking at her eyes whilst trying to resist staring at her chest:“Yes, I have a meeting with the chairman.”
“Steve Davids right? Feel free to head on up to the top of the tower, I must warn you though... He gets a bit crazy at this time in the day.”
“When isn't that lunatic crazy?” Steve responded with what was supposed to be a rhetorical question, as he went to turn though...
“You don't understand sir, Half 12 is prime time potato salad time...”
“Oh god, what have I gotten myself into.”Steve laughed slightly and grinned at the receptionist who smiled back, her blond hair shining in the natural light of the room.
He turned his back now and headed towards the elevator, it was the longest elevator trip of his life. Eventually though, he reached the top floor and peeked around the corner looking down at the door with 'Chairman – Shane ' written on it in gold. Steve rolled his shoulders and powered down the corridor. He knocked twice before the door mysteriously opened as if by magic.
Entering the room, he gazed around for a moment. It had a normal office feel, plant pots, windows, beautiful view. The usual office of a chairman. Until Steve reached the far corner where there was an abnormally large storage of potatoes. All sorts of types as well. Steve was bewildered. He headed towards the desk, where Shane was facing away from Steve.
had a large bowl of potato salad on his desk, as well as a laptop and a printed copy of the match card for Warfare. He swivelled around in his chair, he was stroking a potato like a bond villain stroking a cat, Steve frowned but stood just in front of the desk regardless. He couldn't help but frown again as he noticed a giant painting of a potato on the wall as well. It really was the most bizarre thing Steve had ever seen.
Shane pointed towards the chair, hinting for Steve to sit. Steve did sit, rather uncomfortably on the desk chair.
Shane spoke boldly: “So Steve, I understand you're upset about something. Are you ever done complaining? There's always something wrong with you isn't there? Mental problems this, dead uncle that. You know, if the Administration Network weren't set on keeping you then you would be out of this door faster than you can say potato.”
Steve bit his tongue, not allowing himself to burst out in anger. He had been working on controlling his temper a lot since the incident with his Father. Instead, Steve responded calmly: “Well, boss. Unfortunately for you, the Administration Network ARE set on keeping me and there is nothing you can do about it. I want a match this week. I am sick of being underused. I am the deadliest man you have on this roster yet I am forced to sit on the sideline whilst your bullshit of a black circle run riot. When will you finally be put back in your place?”
“NEVER!”Shane bellowed in response, “Listen Steve, there's a reason you aren't in a match and that's because I see no need for you to be. Aren't you busy anyway? I mean, playing second fiddle to Sebastian Duke is like your full time job now isn't it? That's what everyone else seems to be saying anyway...”
“Enough of your crap, . Give me my Xtreme Championship match, or give me JTC, or give me some random woman to fight. I don't give a shit, just give me a god damn singles match on Warfare.”
Shane suddenly seemed distracted his elbows began to flap and his neck began to move. Suddenly Shane had become a chicken.
“What the fuck are you doing? Stop messing me about!”
Shane was pecking holes in the wall but suddenly he was back to reality and he turned to stare at Steve Davids.
“You're here to take my potato salad aren't you? You sick son of a bitch, why would anyone plot such a thing. You really are a monster. You want a match Steve? Well you've got yourself a match. You have a championship match against Peter Gilmour...”
“Finally.”
“And JTC and a random woman... Justine MacKenzie. Just like you wanted right?”
“So a fatal-four-way match?”
“You couldn't be more wrong. You're taking on all three of them in a handicap match! Good luck. Security!!”Shane called for security to escort Steve out of the building as he began to fill with rage. They came in and he calmed himself, brushing down his suit. As security escorted him he turned his head. Steve scowled at Shane who smiled arrogantly back with ferocity of his own.
Steve managed to get another glimpse of the receptionist's breasts on his way out. She smiled at him as he left. He did a cheesy call me sign and she nodded and laughed before looking down and talking to the other receptionist.
He went out and hugged Lacey.
“How did it go?” She asked.
“That man is a nightmare. As nutty as fucking fruit cake.”Steve looked up at the tower once more, and in the distance he could see the evil chairman eating his potato salad whilst looking down at Steve. An evil grin filled both of their faces.
"I'm coming home to Warfare this week, Lacey. Where MY kingdom awaits."
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