Post by Marcus Welsh on Feb 16, 2015 13:23:16 GMT -5
~Located somewhere in Brazil, Dean stands back, watching a giant truck haul what has to be The Cube across a grassy field, towards the eventual location of the Revenge ring. His cell phone has been blowing up all morning, yet, due to pressing matters Dean has chosen to ignore it. Finally, after, like, the 100th chime of the song "It's On" by Eazy-E, Dean decides to take a gander at what's going on~
President Dean: Some mother fucker better be dead, I swear
~Dean opens up an image text sent by Smith...his eyes widen~
President Dean: Son of a WHORE
~Dean instantly dials Smith~
President Dean: SMITH!!
Smith: Ah! Hello, President Dean, sir
President Dean: Are these pictures photo shopped or are white trash bitch ass suckas really defecating in my office?
Smith: President Dean, sir...I want you to know the very best cleaning crews have been called...it will all be good as new before you get back.
President Dean: Fuck that...I mean, yea, I want it to be clean...but I'm concerned with how this was allowed to happen in the first place! Did you guys just leave the fucking doors open without anyone in the building after I left?
Smith: They came in droves, sir...it was like Woodstock, only with a bunch of angry people and less groovy music.
President Dean: You get the authorities down there RIGHT NOW and remove those losers from OCWHQ immediately. And, you tell them, quite simply, when it comes to Revenge...They Are Not Booked.
Smith: Umm, sir, I'm not sure how well that's going to go over.
President Dean: Are you a pussy, Smith? Like, seriously, sucka...are you a walking vagina?
Smith: I...I...is this a trick question?
President Dean: Just get rid of them and if they protest...you tell them they can show up at Revenge and make a statement. However, as far as receiving a shot at the Tag Titles...that is NOT going to happen...not like this. I will NOT be held hostage.
Smith: But, sir, I'm...
~Dean hangs up on Smith and he randomly kicks a lizard out of frustration~
President Dean: Some mother fucker better be dead, I swear
~Dean opens up an image text sent by Smith...his eyes widen~
President Dean: Son of a WHORE
~Dean instantly dials Smith~
President Dean: SMITH!!
Smith: Ah! Hello, President Dean, sir
President Dean: Are these pictures photo shopped or are white trash bitch ass suckas really defecating in my office?
Smith: President Dean, sir...I want you to know the very best cleaning crews have been called...it will all be good as new before you get back.
President Dean: Fuck that...I mean, yea, I want it to be clean...but I'm concerned with how this was allowed to happen in the first place! Did you guys just leave the fucking doors open without anyone in the building after I left?
Smith: They came in droves, sir...it was like Woodstock, only with a bunch of angry people and less groovy music.
President Dean: You get the authorities down there RIGHT NOW and remove those losers from OCWHQ immediately. And, you tell them, quite simply, when it comes to Revenge...They Are Not Booked.
Smith: Umm, sir, I'm not sure how well that's going to go over.
President Dean: Are you a pussy, Smith? Like, seriously, sucka...are you a walking vagina?
Smith: I...I...is this a trick question?
President Dean: Just get rid of them and if they protest...you tell them they can show up at Revenge and make a statement. However, as far as receiving a shot at the Tag Titles...that is NOT going to happen...not like this. I will NOT be held hostage.
Smith: But, sir, I'm...
~Dean hangs up on Smith and he randomly kicks a lizard out of frustration~