As the scene fades in we see an exterior shot of a big brown building located at the front of the Santa Monica Pier. The building which had several vacant commercial spaces in it has been rented out by the XWF for the weekend to be used as make shift locker rooms and offices for this weekend's 3 day Pay Per View extravaganza. In one of the spaces tucked away in the corner working diligently like the amazing executive that he is is Theo Pryce, partial owner of the XWF and all around great guy.

The desk he is using is actually just a white folding table that is cluttered by mountains of paperwork. In the center of the desk is a small laptop which of course is not plugged in because have you ever seen a plugged in laptop on any tv show, movie or porn? No of course you haven't so why should the XWF be any different? Sitting approximately 10 feet from Theo in a folding chair is Theo's assistant, a lovely middle eastern fellow named Taj. Taj is feverishly taking notes on his also unplugged laptop as Theo fires random notes over at him in rapid success.

Caterer?

Caterer confirmed sir.

Permits?

All permits have been confirmed for except for one and they are scheduled to be here this morning to deliver it.

I want you on it personal Patel you hear me. No more fuck ups like the last time or I'll fire you and then it's back to whatever sand covered 3rd world ISIS training ground you came from.

I was born here sir.

Not with a name like Taj Patel you weren't.

My parents are both from India sir. I was born in Chicago.

Well ain't that some shit. Alright back on topic Patel. Where were we?

Permits.

Right. Right. Permits. You got that covered. What else?

I spoke to Bob Williams, Atticus White and James Raven as you requested and they all assured me that everything was good on their end.

And what about Vinnie Lane?

I have not been able to get in touch with Mr.Lane sir.

That fucking figures. Leave it to Lane to go MIA when something big is about to...

What's up dude? Vinnie Lane asks as he appears on the scene while sipping his Pumpkin Latte.

Well what do you know. Vinnie Lane, here in the flesh. Figured you'd be off handling another Anarchy.

There is no Anarchy scheduled right now Theo. Not that I'd expect you to know that.

That's exactly why I have Taj here, he keeps me abreast of anything that happens on your little side project.

It's not a side project it's a full fledge show. Just like Savage, just like Warfare.

Yeah...(awkward pause) whatever helps you sleep better at night Vinnie.

It does help me sleep at night actually. So where do we stand with everything?

Oh sure. Show up at the 11th hour wanting to know where we stand. I see your game Lane and I'm not playing. Patel, can you answer Mr. Lane's question?

Everything is looking good Mr. Lane.

There. You happy? Can I get back to what I'm supposed to be doing?

Absolutely dude. And you don't need to flip me attitude. I was just asking. That's my job after all.

What's your job? Raven asks as he starts raiding Theo's makeshift dry bar. "Jesus Theo, what is this crap? Where's all the good stuff?"

You see this place James? This isn't some 5th floor corner office with security in place. It's a corner of some renting out office space. Any left wing pussy ass liberal can walk or roller skate off that pier into this office and steal from us. So no James I am not going to put out the good stuff just for it to get stolen.

I highly doubt a $500 bottle of whiskey is going to break the bank Theo. What are you worth now anyway after you sold Decima? 300? 400 million?

That's not the point James. It's the principle of the matter. You of all people should appreciate something like that. Anyway if you two don't mind I am trying to run down the checklist with Sanjay over here.

Isn't his name Taj? Lane asks Raven.

It isn't. Theo responds.

It is. Responds not Sanjay.

Look! Theo shouts as he stands up behind his table and slams both fists down. I am trying to get through this checklist so I can get the fuck out of here. Can you guys leave us in peace?

Fine. Raven snaps back while grabbing for a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. But I'm taking this with me.

You buying? Lane asks Raven

Sure why not. Raven responds as the two other owners disappear off into the distance.

Fucking finally. Ok back to the checklist. Where did we leave off?

Permits sir. Taken care of.

Great. But I feel like I am forgetting something. I just can't put my finger on it. Ahhh fuck it. What's next on the list?

The light and sound guys just arrived they are in the process of installing everything as we speak.

Now? They just got here now? What the fuck? Why so late?

Apparently it was much more difficult for them to hook everything up at Alcatraz and so they are behind here.

What? Whose fucking idea was it to hook up the lights and sound for day 2 before day 1?

According to my notes here it was you sir.

What? That's impossible. Why would I do that?

I don't know sir but it's what I have here.

Listen Sanjay or Osama or whatever the fuck your name is...

It's Taj sir.

Listen TJ there is no way I would have made such a boneheaded mistake. That's something MicroD would do not me. In fact where is that rent-a-GM anyway?

I don't know sir do you want me to find him?

No. I'm sure that worm will turn up eventually. Anyway, next agenda item.

The Hall of Legends stage sir. They wanted to know where you wanted it set up at the Rose Bowl?

Raven isn't handling that?

Evidently not sir.

I swear to Christ why is that guy even on staff here?

He's a part owner sir.

Yeah. Part owner. He is about as useful as an Executive Producer on a film. Speaking of...what the fuck am I forgetting? I swear there is something. I can feel it gnawing at me. Anyway tell the Rose Bowl people to put the stage somewhere near the north end zone. Perhaps with the field goal posts serving as the background of sorts.

Very good sir.

What else?

That's actually everything on my list sir.

Really?

Yes sir.

That's it? Geez, with all the bitching and moaning these GM's do around here you'd thinking running a show is hard or something. Seems like fucking cake to me.

Oh one more thing sir.

I knew it. I fucking knew it. Lay it on me Dev. What is it?

What entrance music did you want for your match tomorrow night? King of Kings or Money Talks?

Wait what? My match...well shit. I knew I forgot something.








"Leave it to a rich white guy to outsource menial work to the colored guy. Read the room Theo. Christ.

Apparently my boy has a match tomorrow night. A match he completely forgot about. Probably because he didn't care about it in the first fucking place because why would he? Why should he waste his time and effort addressing this clown anyway? What hasn't been said about Chris Chaos? This guy has come up on the short end of the stick so many times in the past few years that there is literally nothing I could say that would further diminish him. The epitome of disgusting slime; Chaos is the physical embodiment of the liquid leaking from the bottom of a neglected garbage bag. A disposable collection or fly-drawing, rotted garbage couldn't be a more apt comparison to the flash-in-the-pan husk of a man who never belonged in the big leagues in the first place."

"And yet...Words just can't quite capture how grotesque the mere existence of Chris Chaos really is."

"I've been around the XWF a long, long time. It's not completely unheard of that an undeserving, underwhelming nobody like Chaos gets an opportunity and runs with it...Look at Vinnie, Gator, Lacklan--but at least they were able to rise to the occasion and not become a complete laughing stock. Yet Chaos, in his odd desire to buck the trends, got his opportunity and fell face-first into a pile of shit. And how'd he react? Did he get up, dust himself off and prove his worth? No. He languished in that pile of shit. He embraced it. He consumed it. He BECAME it. If there is an omnipotent being in the clouds watching over us, he must be grinding his molars into a fine powder watching one his few mistakes validate questions to his perfection."

"If there is a God, how could he have fucked up -this- badly?"

"But maybe he didn't."

"Maybe the good lord above woke up and realized that the world needed balance. His creations were too perfect, perhaps. Like Theo and Me. He needed something to make us question him and his motives. Enter Chris Chaos; such a loathsome and despicable creature writhing in the dirt so pathetically that humankind had to stop and wonder: 'If there is a God, how could he allow such a nauseating cretin to exist?' Gotta hand it to the big man, it's a riddle we'll never know the answer to."




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OOC: Yes I am aware that someone else writing trash talk for you is strictly forbidden and against the rules but as the future hero Judge Dredd was fond of saying "I AM THE LAW" But no seriously, I am hoping you can see that the trash talk was done the way it was because it fit the story I was telling in the rp and since the match is scripted anyway *spoilers* and I'm writing for fun and not to win no harm no foul. But yeah if you are trying to win a match for real write your own trash talk.