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Forgive Your Enemies, Part Three.
Topic Started: Feb 13 2008, 01:05 AM (355 Views)
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On TBS. Very Funny.

So, what was in that briefcase? What was Big Evil video taping out on the awning of the hotel penthouse in Las Vegas? And the most important question, why have the tables turned within the group? Why now does Big Evil seem more confident while the rest seem nervous when just a few weeks ago it was reverse? There are questions that need to be answered, but knowing your World's Heavyweight Champion, they might not ever get answered.

We fade into the next morning. Big Evil, Atkie and Tomko are sitting out at a tropical setting table by the pool area of the hotel. Big Evil's dressed up in his suddenly usual dressed up attire. Atkie's in a hawaiian shirt with shorts. Tomko's in his usual black slacks and black tanktop. Tomko and Atkie are enjoying nice tropical drinks. Evil has a coffee and a pack of smokes in front of him, currently in the process of taking a swift drag of the lit ciggarette.

And that briefcase. That briefcase is sitting in the middle of the table. Atkie and Tomko's eyes are locked on it. They're the only ones, aside from Evil, who know the contents of the briefcase. Evil speaks as the two continue looking at the briefcase.


Big Evil: You guys know what needs to be done, right? This shouldn't be that hard for you?

Atkie: There shouldn't be any problems.

Big Evil: What do you mean 'shouldn't be'', I don't want to hear that there shouldn't be any problems. I want a guarantee. A guarantee that there will be no problems doing this. This is not a difficult task, and if you two cannot accomplish something this easy, let me know now, and I'll go dig Josey up from his grave and have him do it, he could always get things done.

Tomko: There will not be a single problem, boss.

Big Evil: Good. Now, here are your plane tickets. I got you two upgraded to first class, all expenses paid when you get to Chicago. Your hotel is a half mile down from the Allstate Arena, you can walk there. I'm not paying for the car. After you deliver that suitcase, I'll be surprised if I can pay for anything for a while. Get there, get in, get the job done, do your best to make sure what needs to happen, happens, and get out. Do not, I repeat, do not stay in Chicago.

Atkie: Don't you think that would be smarter though? I mean, the Pay Per View is THIS weekend and it would make it more convienent for us.

Big Evil: I am not doing this to make things convienent for you. I am doing this because it needs to be done and it could and hopefully will go down in history as one of the biggest events in the wrestling world. Make sure you have the video tape from last night with you.

Evil takes another drag of his ciggarette and looks around the hotel while doing so. He looks back at Atkie and Tomko who's focus is still on him.

Big Evil: Get the job done, boys. I can trust you. At least you better hope I can.

Evil doesn't excuse himself from the table as he gets up and retreats back to his personal hotel room. Atkie and Tomko exchange looks at each other and then look back at the briefcase. Scene fades out.

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Whatever is in the briefcase, Big Evil has sworn that it will cause one of the biggest events in pro wrestling history. What could it be? More clues were dropped after Evil spoke to Tomko and Atkie. After a four hour flight, Tomko and Atkie land and catch a cab to their hotel. After getting some quick room service and a short nap (already breaking Evil's rules of getting the job done asap), Tomko and Atkie head on down to the Allstate Arena, one block away, site of this Sunday's Revenge PPV. After going through security and enduring the stares of confusion from their former co-workers in the BQWA, Tomko and Atkie arrive at a single door that, in years past, has been the most intimidating door in wrestling. The one nameplate alone strikes fear through BQWA superstars, knowing that when their journey ends at that door, it may not always end on a good note. What does that name plate read?

Dolly Madison.

Knock. Knock. Knock.


Dolly Madison: Come in, come in.

Atkie and Tomko take one last look at each other before opening the door and entering the office of Dolly. Dolly looks up and with a second glance shoots out of her chair, ready to fight, as if she could take down the former World Champ and his partner in crime.

Atkie: Easy, old gal, no need to get your lane bryant's in a bunch, now is there? We're just here to talk business.

Dolly Madison: Business? Business?! Get the hell out of my office. I refuse to talk business.

Tomko: Sit.

Dolly looks at Tomko and her eyes grow big. She looks around a bit, still angry, and unsure at this point. She looks back at Tomko and eases behind her desk. She sits down. Tomko takes the briefcase and slams it down onto Dolly's desk. Atkie takes the video tape out from his jacket pocket.

Atkie: Put this in your VCR, it's a message from our boss. HE wants to talk business, not us.

Dolly slowly takes the tape and looks it then looks back at Atkie. With an eye looking over her shoulder, she turns around and places it in the VCR behind her desk. She hits play and watches, along with Tomko and Atkie, reliving Evil's words from the night before in Vegas.

Big Evil: Dolly, I'll assume if you're watching this, Atkie and Tomko made it there safe and sound and have told you I want to talk business. Hopefully, you're interested. But I won't bore you with semantics that you don't care about, let's cut to the chase. If you'll turn to your desk and look at the briefcase as one of my associates open it up.

Dolly looks to her side and sees Tomko open up the briefcase. Inside, an large manilla envelope placed perfectly. Dolly looks at Tomko and Atkie. Atkie nods his head towards the folder and Dolly takes it out, opening it up, Big Evil narrating what she finds along the way.

Big Evil: The first thing you'll find in there, Dolly, is a letter written out to you by my team of attorneys. The brief overview I will give you of that letter lets you know my intent to do the one thing nobody has ever attempted to do to you before: buy you out. That's right Dolly, I know that the 'For Sale' sign has always been there, you just haven't had the right buyer with the right price. I'm breaking the bank for this one.

Dolly's eyes grow wide as she scans through the letter. She looks back at the TV.

Big Evil: If you'll lift up the fake bottom of the briefcase, you will find a large amount of papers stacked nicely, stapled together in groups of five. Those are the legally binding BQWA contracts of every wrestler, announcer, referee, official, janitor, and so on and so fourth. Every employee of the BQWA's contract, a copy of their contracts at least, can be found right there in that briefcase. Don't worry about how I got ahold of them, I have my ways, ways that have yet to be revealed, but will be shown to the world soon enough.

Dolly fingers through some of the contracts. She sees the names of many of her very own employees. Expo, Tara, Plus, Harmony, Storm, Colossus. They're all there.

Big Evil: Back to the content of the folders. The next piece of paper inside of that folder which hopefully you are looking at is the one single piece of paper you have to sign once...once...that will turn all of those BQWA contracts into EWA contracts at midnight tonight. That's right. One signature signs it all away Dolly. That one signature signs over the contracts, the tabe library, the property...the ownership...of the Busted Quad Wrestling Alliance.

Dolly's jaw is slightly open, eyes still wide. Either she's in shock or she's happy. It's hard to tell.

Big Evil: There's two other things in that envelope, attatched together, Dolly. Two things that may sweeten the deal. Take them out, look at them for a second, soak it in, before I explain.

Dolly takes out a long piece of paper with something paperclipped to it. She looks over the long piece of paper to see her very own BQWA contract reworded, reworked and relabeled into an EWA contract.

Big Evil: That's right Dolly. You sign that other piece of paper, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. I will employ you. Dolly, you will still have the same exact job, yo just won't be the owner. You want to be an on-air character, you can be an on-air character. You want to book, you can book. You want to take a shit on Adam Edge's bathroom floor, then by all means, take a shit on Adam Edge's bathroom floor. You just won't be in charge anymore. Look at what's attatched to that piece of paper, Dolly.

Dolly unclips the other object attatched to that paper. She reveals it to be a check, for how much? We can't see.

Big Evil: I did my own research on this one and I worked out a number that meets what the BQWA is exactly worth. That's one of my personal checks, no bullshit accounts to fuck with your mind. That check is legit, it's for near the exact amount of money the BQWA is worth, maybe a little less, maybe a little more. Take it or leave it.

Dolly cannot believe her eyes. She sinks back into her chair, still holding the check, in disbelief.

Big Evil: That's right. Soak it in Dolly. Big Evil's buying you out. Now, you can call this cowardice, you can call this chickening out. I call it a smart business move. Let's face it, Dolly, the EWA is a dying brand. It was on life support in a way when the BQWA took over it's assets. It's been dying ever since. The BQWA is the stronger life force, it's the number one entity in sports entertainment and pro wrestling. Nobody would watch or give a damn about the EWA. The BQWA is where it's at. And I want to be where it's at. Think it over Dolly. Either way, the BQWA becomes mine, at the latest, this Sunday. It can either be done the easy way, or the hard way. Your pick.

The tape comes to an end with Big Evil smiling. Dolly's still in a state of shock. Atkie and Tomko stand in front of Dolly's desk, looking on, waiting for Dolly's response to anything, anything at all.

With her jaw still hanging, she looks up, ready to give her response.

Scene.
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Holy fucking hell. Genius. Genius, sir. I love you.
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Killed Phenetic & Probably Andy Chills
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Big Evil
Feb 13 2008, 05:05 PM


Big Evil: If you'll lift up the fake bottom of the briefcase, you will find a large amount of papers stacked nicely, stapled together in groups of five. Those are the legally binding BQWA contracts of every wrestler, announcer, referee, official, janitor, and so on and so fourth. Every employee of the BQWA's contract, a copy of their contracts at least, can be found right there in that briefcase. Don't worry about how I got ahold of them, I have my ways, ways that have yet to be revealed, but will be shown to the world soon enough.

zomg I am about to make my official BQWA debut.


i'm on the edge of my sit biggie, nice work. I am standing though.
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