- Joined
- Apr 15, 2014
"So, you're offering to go take care of WCW? Well, this could be helpful. Although I don't need them killed. This thing is going to be the greatest battle the WWF has ever seen. What I need you to do is get some intel. See who they're sending against us. If it's a couple of hotshit punks that our warriors will be able to match, leave them alone. If it's someone who's going to be challanging for our warriors, leave 'em alone, crowd like a good fight. But if they've got an Uggo or something big, sticky, and with more arms than normal, you probably want to find a way to 'level the playing field', so to speak. If you can find a way to infiltrate them, like posing as a media crew like in The Age of Gold, and see who they've got, and if they're plotting anything else, well, that'd be much obliged. Let's talk-"
The tin can rings again. "Sir, security caught some guy in face paint doing...something in one of the bathrooms."
"Yo, jenkim ain't illegal yo. Hey, can I get in on this action y'all talkin bout? Cause wreaking fools shit sounds dope."
McMan groans. "Fer Hulk's sake, THIS IS A PRIVATE MEETING! How the hell did you hear about that anyway?"
"Dude, like, there's a bigass hole in you office wall. I can see you, like, right now."
"DAMNIT!" McMan leans out of his chair and points to the tattered Jon Cena beach towel loosely covering the jagged hole in McMan's wall.
"THAT IS THE SACRED CURTAIN OF PRIVACY! When that is up, McMan is in a meeting and you do not listen in!"
"Dude, I can't help it, you're a loud talker and shit."
"Okay, okay, you know what? You can join up with these guys here to repay the damages you caused. That sound good?"
"ALRIGHT, TIME TO WREAK SOME SHIT UP!"
McMan sighs, downs another shot, and turns back to Bart and Nox.
"Okay, lets discuss payment, shall we?