Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 22:46:05 GMT -4
Although teh slaxorz didn't intend to do it, they managed to upset W2K Chairman Hamid Ismaili for their unprofessional behaviour. The Tag Team Champions signed an agreement with the company days after their Tag Team Title win to go on tour to several cities and locations across the United States of America to promote the wrestling federation and to benefit their careers. It looked as if they were going to complete the tour by blasting through such areas as New Orleans down in Louisianna, the Johnsonville Hot-Dog factory in some unidentified location and Madison, Wisconsin. But that was the furthest that they were able to go since they never made it yet to Harlem, New York or to Las Vegas, Nevada. Punishment is still yet to be served. What it will be, nobody knows.
Bob and PJ are in Hamid's office sitting on two chairs that have wheels on the bottom. They are wheeling around playing a lame game of bumper-cars while Hamid sits in his chair with his face buried in his hands feeling like it was a mistake allowing the two of them to represent this federation on a tour around America in a few locations. Worst of all, he feels embarassed that these two are the ones with the Championships in their grasps. But, the fans love them and they bring in the ratings.
Hamid Ismaili: "Boys, come here for a minute..."
PJ slides towards Bob and kicks him in the knees, power-pushing him back to the door where he runs into. PJ wheels backwards to the boss' desk, but the wheels catch hold of the carpet where his desk is placed on and the chair falls backwards with PJ falling right on the back of his neck. Hamid stands up and raises his voice.
Hamid Ismaili: "BOB AND PJ! Get over here this instant!"
The yelling perks the two up and knows that Hamid is being serious now. Bob stands up and brings the chair to the desk and sits on it and helps PJ up onto his chair once it is brought up on the wheels. The two dust themselves off and Hamid sits down in his chair looking at the two sternly. Bob burries down into his seat from fear and PJ places his and Bob's Tag Team Championships across his crotch region because he might have wet himself.
Hamid Ismaili: "Now listen to me, I have giving the both of you an opportunity to expose yourselves as great Tag Team wrestlers and establish yourselves as exclusive superstars to W2K by offering that tour to you a couple of weeks ago and I was positive in mind that as Tag Team Champions you would complete the tour, but I guess that I have been proved wrong."
Ismaili clears his throat.
Hamid Ismaili: "You might have just jeapordized your chances of having any more responsibilities in the near future for not completing the remainder of your tour locations between the two interval dates, so I hope that you are proud of yourselves, guys. You two could have very well been big names for this federation by doing the much needed responsibilities that popular figures need to do. So what do you have to say for yourselves?"
Bob shrugs.
Bob Pocket: "Sorry?"
Hamid sighs, rubbing his forehead.
PJ Curtis: "All right, Hamid, I'll explain ourselves. We didn't complete the rest of our tour for one simple reason; we weren't ready to accomplish anything major such as that. Listen to us and look at us, too... we've been in this federation for not that long. Two or three months atleast and you are expecting us to go on something as big as that? I know for you it sounds easy to do, but when it comes to me and Bob it's damn well difficult."
Hamid Ismaili: "You two accepted the tour and I expected it to be done. I understood that you two weren't the outgoing type but I thought that when you accepted the tour proposal that you two were. You can't blame me since you two are the ones to blame."
Bob chuckles.
Hamid Ismaili: "Something funny, Bob?"
Bob looks up at Hamid.
Bob Pocket: "I just thought of something funny like pooping in a frying pan."
Ismaili stands up and looks at Bob and PJ.
Hamid Ismaili: "Here's what I want done over the next month to make up for yourselves. I'm willing to give some people second chances since I know that all can redeem themselves. So over the next little while I expect to see you two give it your all in the ring. None of those little things you do to come up with victories or anything lazy. I want to see 110%, not 45% like I always see."
Hamid pauses.
Hamid Ismaili: "You two have the audience behind you two make this federation that much better and you definitely have that superstar look to go very far in this wrestling business. But your wrestling side isn't really being seen all too well and neither is being active. If you don't make up to me by wrestling some potential five-star matches then I might just have to take a couple of things away from you two."
Bob gapes his mouth open.
Bob Pocket: "Taco and Nacho binges?!"
Ismaili shakes his head.
Hamid Ismaili: "No... your Tag Team Titles."
Fade out.
Bob and PJ are in Hamid's office sitting on two chairs that have wheels on the bottom. They are wheeling around playing a lame game of bumper-cars while Hamid sits in his chair with his face buried in his hands feeling like it was a mistake allowing the two of them to represent this federation on a tour around America in a few locations. Worst of all, he feels embarassed that these two are the ones with the Championships in their grasps. But, the fans love them and they bring in the ratings.
Hamid Ismaili: "Boys, come here for a minute..."
PJ slides towards Bob and kicks him in the knees, power-pushing him back to the door where he runs into. PJ wheels backwards to the boss' desk, but the wheels catch hold of the carpet where his desk is placed on and the chair falls backwards with PJ falling right on the back of his neck. Hamid stands up and raises his voice.
Hamid Ismaili: "BOB AND PJ! Get over here this instant!"
The yelling perks the two up and knows that Hamid is being serious now. Bob stands up and brings the chair to the desk and sits on it and helps PJ up onto his chair once it is brought up on the wheels. The two dust themselves off and Hamid sits down in his chair looking at the two sternly. Bob burries down into his seat from fear and PJ places his and Bob's Tag Team Championships across his crotch region because he might have wet himself.
Hamid Ismaili: "Now listen to me, I have giving the both of you an opportunity to expose yourselves as great Tag Team wrestlers and establish yourselves as exclusive superstars to W2K by offering that tour to you a couple of weeks ago and I was positive in mind that as Tag Team Champions you would complete the tour, but I guess that I have been proved wrong."
Ismaili clears his throat.
Hamid Ismaili: "You might have just jeapordized your chances of having any more responsibilities in the near future for not completing the remainder of your tour locations between the two interval dates, so I hope that you are proud of yourselves, guys. You two could have very well been big names for this federation by doing the much needed responsibilities that popular figures need to do. So what do you have to say for yourselves?"
Bob shrugs.
Bob Pocket: "Sorry?"
Hamid sighs, rubbing his forehead.
PJ Curtis: "All right, Hamid, I'll explain ourselves. We didn't complete the rest of our tour for one simple reason; we weren't ready to accomplish anything major such as that. Listen to us and look at us, too... we've been in this federation for not that long. Two or three months atleast and you are expecting us to go on something as big as that? I know for you it sounds easy to do, but when it comes to me and Bob it's damn well difficult."
Hamid Ismaili: "You two accepted the tour and I expected it to be done. I understood that you two weren't the outgoing type but I thought that when you accepted the tour proposal that you two were. You can't blame me since you two are the ones to blame."
Bob chuckles.
Hamid Ismaili: "Something funny, Bob?"
Bob looks up at Hamid.
Bob Pocket: "I just thought of something funny like pooping in a frying pan."
Ismaili stands up and looks at Bob and PJ.
Hamid Ismaili: "Here's what I want done over the next month to make up for yourselves. I'm willing to give some people second chances since I know that all can redeem themselves. So over the next little while I expect to see you two give it your all in the ring. None of those little things you do to come up with victories or anything lazy. I want to see 110%, not 45% like I always see."
Hamid pauses.
Hamid Ismaili: "You two have the audience behind you two make this federation that much better and you definitely have that superstar look to go very far in this wrestling business. But your wrestling side isn't really being seen all too well and neither is being active. If you don't make up to me by wrestling some potential five-star matches then I might just have to take a couple of things away from you two."
Bob gapes his mouth open.
Bob Pocket: "Taco and Nacho binges?!"
Ismaili shakes his head.
Hamid Ismaili: "No... your Tag Team Titles."
Fade out.