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Theo Pryce · **10-16-2013, 05:10 AM**

“Did you get those tickets I asked for Jimmy?”

“Yes sir, they are in the glove box in an envelope.”

:: Theo reaches into the glove compartment, takes out a plain white envelope and pulls out the contents. ::

“Two tickets to a Rise Against Anniversary show in Chicago. Fan-fucking-tastic. Thanks Jimmy. And did you listen to those albums I gave you?”

“Yes sir, I have to say, I liked their older stuff more than their newer stuff.”

“Said everyone ever. Favorite album?”

“Revolutions Per Minute.”

“Smart man. Now, take these and keep them safe until after the show, then you and I are taking the jet to Chicago to enjoy one of the greatest punk rock bands of all time.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Why not?”

“Well I figured you would take a woman to the show.”

“A woman? You listened to the music, the only women I know that might enjoy it are in XWF and well, outside of Sin I don’t really know any of those chicks. Plus Sin has been incommunicado this past week. Believe me, I tried to get a hold of her. So that leaves you and me buddy.”

“Well thanks sir.”

“Don’t mention it. Now , down to business, did you get those Market Research Documents I asked the group to gather?”

“Yes sir in the yellow folder next to your seat. I figured you might want to look it over on the plane ride to San Diego.”

“Good call.”

:: The Escalade arrives at the Pryce Industries Airfield where an unmarked Black Chevy Suburban is sitting by the plane. As the Escalade comes to a stop a man wearing a black suit gets out of the Suburban and grabs a bag off the passenger side seat. He walks over to Theo and presents the bag to him before getting back in the Suburban and driving away. Theo and Jimmy board as it prepares for it’s short trip to San Diego. ::

************** Two Hours later **************

“Well that was some interesting stuff Jimmy. Did you have a chance to read it over before me?”

“Yes sir I did.”

“Well from what it sounds like, the good fans and folks of the XWF prefer that I not have the camera’s following me around when I ream out staffers and hit on secretarys. They would rather see me cutting promo’s and smack talking the other wrestlers of the XWF. That about sum it up?

“Pretty much.”

“Well the numbers don’t lie. I need to change the way I do things a bit.”

“Maybe so. Well we are here sir. The WarRoom.”

:: Theo and Jimmy exit the vehicle and head inside the building, making sure to check in at the reception desk, less they be swarmed by rent-a-cops. ::

“Hello sir, do you have an appointment?”

“Yes in fact I do. I’m here to see John Madison.”

“I’m sorry sir, John Madison no longer works here.”

“Come agin?”

“Mr. Madison no longer works here.”

“You did say John Madison right? Not Juan Madison? You know, John Madison, the angry guy who likes to drink a bit too much, has an office, I mean, janitor’s closet down the hall, that guy. He no longer works here?”

“Correct sir.”

“When the hell did that happen?”

“Just a short time ago.”

“What the fuck is going on here? Am I being punked? Is that douchebag Ashton Kutcher hiding around the corner?”

“Ashton who sir?

“Never mind. What happened to John? Why does he no longer work here and where did he go?”

“I don’t know sir. I just know that he was escorted out by Security.”

“Security? That’s what you call them here?”

:: And just like that a man dressed in a suit begins descending the steps and making a beeline for the Reception Desk. Being as that Theo has his own staff of security made up strictly of former US Soldiers and Two Crazy Ex Israeli Mossad Agents, Theo is well versed in the differences between actual security and the rent-a-cop variety that you find in many office buildings and most malls. The man making his way towards Theo and Jimmy is definitely the latter of the two. And if the man’s stocky and short chode like stature wasn’t enough to get the point across the ear piece and small microphone coming out of the man’s left sleeve is certainly enough to drive the point home. ::

“Is there a problem here?”

“Because this is just what I need.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes there is a problem. I was called my John Madison, asked to come here. I’m here and now suddenly John no longer works here. Can you explain any of that for me?”

“How about we take a walk to my office and discuss this further?”

“How about we discuss it right here?”

“That wasn’t a request Mr…”

“Pryce. Mr. Pryce and neither was mine. Where the hell is John Madison and why the hell does he no longer work here?”

“Where he is, I have no idea. Why he no longer works here, I am not at liberty to discuss.”

“Fantastic. You’re as helpful as the receptionist which is to say as useful as a shit flavored popsicle.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave Mr. Pryce.”

“And I think it’s time for you to stop pretending like you have any balls.”

:: With that the rent-a-cop pulls out a small metal object and quickly extends his arm to reveal an extendable metal baton. The man takes a swing of the baton at Theo’s knee’s but instead of connecting the man drops to the ground in heap thanks to a well placed and completely unexpected left hook by none other than Jimmy Durance. ::

“Jimmy?”

“Yeah boss?”

“Nicely done.”

:: Theo bends down, removes the baton from the now unconscious man’s hand, collapses it and hands it to Jimmy. ::

“ Here you go Jimmy. Consider it a gift from the XWF. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here and find John.”

“Any ideas where he might be?”

“I haven’t a fucking clue. And I am guessing he won’t be at Warfare tonight, which, could prove to be rather problematic to say the least.”

:: Theo and Jimmy head out of the WarRoom and back to their vehicle in what Theo expects to be a useless effort to find the new deposed Warfare GM. ::

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