| A Showdown With The Boss; Showdown #6 RP 1 | |
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| Mike Polowy | Nov 15 2007, 06:29 PM Post #1 |
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2x Former sVo Champion
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Polowy: Look, I KNOW he's in there. I am the sVo World CHAMPION, and I demand to speak with him IMMEDIATELY. The receptionist outside the office of sVo co-owner Jimmy Moretti looks slightly less than impressed. He'd been standing here arguing with her for the last hour, his face growing red and his neck showing off a particularly large set of veins. For her part, she'd sat in relative calmness and filed her nails. A former receptionist in a prison office, she was more than used to screaming, raving lunatics, and realized quickly that showing fear was the quickest way to put yourself in danger. Staring back at the blithering idiot yelling at her, the receptionist holds up a finger for him to be quiet as she picks up the phone on her cherry oak desk. Receptionist: Mr. Moretti, there is a... She turns to him, covering the phone momentarily and speaking in a hushed voice. Receptionist: I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again? He looks at her, dumbfounded. He must have said his name seventy times in the last sixty minutes, yet here she was, asking him as if she hadn't heard a word of his rage laced diatribe. He contemplates screaming at her again, or making breaking some of her office furniture, but just lacks the will. His posture drops, his shoulders lurching forward as he lowers his voice to a normal tone. Polowy: It's Polowy... Michael Polowy. I'm the sVo World Ch... She cuts him off, turning back to the phone and uncovering the mouthpiece. Receptionist: There is a Michael Polowy in the office to see you, should I send him in? Very well, I understand sir. Thank you. She eyes him up and down as she clicks the phone back onto it's base. For a moment, she seems to be considering what to do. Finally, she stands from the desk, her gigantic backside nearly pushing her chair backwards as she tries to swing her weight up with her body. A blatant frown comes over The Mike Effect's face as he shakes his head, trying very hard not to look at the fat ass attached to the mean receptionist. She slides a keycard into the slot next to Moretti's office door, turning the knob and pulling the door open halfway, ushering him inside. Receptionist: Mr. Moretti will see you now. Polowy: Well it's about... erm... I... damnit. He opens the door the rest of the way, slamming it behind him as he walks into the office. Inside, Jimmy Moretti sits behind his lavish desk, writing something down on a pad. He looks up as Mike walks in, a grin on his face from ear to ear. Moretti: Why Mr. Polowy, I've expected you all week. Polowy: Well you should have, you piece of sh... Moretti: Be very, very careful with the words you choose next, Michael. I know how much that World Championship you stole means to you, and I'd hate to see you lose it over something as silly as a suspension... again. Mike stops dead in his tracks. As much as he hates it, he knows that Moretti is right, and that he would be more than delighted to see that title stripped and vacated. Polowy: Look, Moretti. I've been putting up with a lot lately. I've got a maniac religious clown chasing me around with plagues and insects, a bullseye on my back as champion, and a partner who I haven't seen since last week. And now, to top it all off, you're gonna book me against the International Champion this week? Moretti: Well of course, Mr. Polowy. You are an sVo superstar, are you not? And as a representative of this company you're required... by contract, mind you... to participate in our weekly shows. Do you expect some kind of special treatment, just because you're the champion here? Mike looks at him in disbelief, his mouth gaping open. Polowy: Well I... no... but.... I mean.... uh.... godamnit, Jimmy, I have to wrestle Julian Fiasco at Hostility this week! You KNOW that! Hell, you helped BOOK it! You double booked me this week to be in two different locations at the same time! Moretti: Now you know that's not true. Different coasts, different time schedules for shooting the shows... you'll be fine to make both appearances, I've taken care of that. And did you really expect a week off again? Do you have any idea how much it cost me in ticket sales and revenues to cancel the World Title match at the last minute last week? Do you have any idea how much expense I went to, just so you could have a 'week off to train', as you so bullshittingly put it? Polowy: You just wait, Moretti. You're gonna fucking get it, I swear to God. Moretti: Another word and I'll fire your ass where you stand. The decision is final, you'll face Fiasco at Hostility and All-Star at Showdown, and that's how it's going to go. Good day, Mr. Polowy. Grunting, but being careful to keep his job intact, Mike turns to leave. Before he makes it out the door, Moretti speaks one last time. Moretti: Oh, and Mike? Don't let the bed bugs bite. Polowy slams the door behind him, mouthing a silent 'fuck you' as he walks back through the reception area. With a sigh, he steps out of the office and into the main corridor, lighting up a cigarette. It was most definitely going to be a long week. |
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