Ashley Blain was livid. In most cases that meant that the drivers and pedestrians that crowded the streets had reason to worry. There wasn’t a GTA game that couldn’t demonstrate her brutalness. But she wasn’t on the streets. It was Sunday and she was forced to work overtime. Her office which was always organized and conveyed her self importance was littered with paperwork. A sick child contract here, pictures of Sophia there, a coffee mug lay discarded a few feet from her desk. A personal letter from The Overlord, Mugen, that displayed some wear and tear from the constant reading and some smeared lipstick. Her office was a mess, but what really upset her was the single paper that rested atop all others. As she stood over her desk and read it, she could not help but to fight the urge to light the entire place on fire.
The letter read: B-17 is reinstated and returning to competition for OCW Turmoil Brand. Please overview the terms and conditions of the contract and sign.
She had no legal ability to stop him from returning. Hell it was a formality for her to sign. His contract had already been processed. B-17 was back. And she hated that.
She had demanded that both Jackson and B-17 attend a brief meeting in her office. It was scheduled to begin in 10 minutes and she saw the silhouettes of two men just outside her door. The lone threat that brought them here was that if they didn’t show they wouldn't be allowed to face each other. And it was obvious they wanted to kill each other. But in order to ensure her office remained intact, she also forbade them physical contact.
She took a deep breath. Exhaled and walked to the door then opened it with all the motivation she could muster.
B-17: I’m not touching you….. I’m not touching you…... Hardly the scene she expected to see. B-17 was pointing his finger directly at Jackson’s nose only an inch away. Jackson’s nostrils were flaring as he tried to keep his composure. It was like watching a child taunt a sibling.
Jackson: YEAH! Well look at you! You look like a giant beaver! Where did you get that coat? Goodwill?
B-17 pops his furry collar: Shit is was 99 cents!
Jackson: I HATE THAT SONG!
B-17: Hey...I will have you know this is an exact replica….of the replica of Triple X’s jacket.
Jackson: Made from rat fur no doubt. Plus, everyone knows Ice Cube was the better xXx.
Jackson shoulder checks B-17 as he walks into Ashley’s office, completely ignoring the fact she’s there holding the door open.
B-17 follows Jackson in: HOW DARE YOU!
Ashley just lowers her head and shakes it, closing the door. Jackson and B-17 both take a seat in front of Ashley’s desk; Jackson props his feet up on it. Ashley comes by and immediately swats his feet down to the floor.
Jackson: Hey! Don’t harsh the weasel, baby!
B-17: Ha! You just called yourself a weasel.
Jackson glares at B-17.
Ashley: Both of you need to shut the the hell up.
Jackson flips off Ashley to acknowledge that he heard her. B-17 flips them both off.
Ashley finally snaps: Your ruined the main event! You ruined a big money match! You fucked it up! You fucking fuckers!
weakly.
B-17 looks over at Jackson and mouths “fucking fuckers.” Jackson smiles
Ashley: This is unbelievable. You're both going to be punished for this! That was the match everyone wanted to see! You should be suspended, you should be thrown in jail. Hell I should let the Gentleman’s Club pummel you!
B-17: Isn't that where you used to work? Ashley ignores him. She seems to deep in thought.
Ashley: Wait...wait. You both cost me my big money match, so now you're gonna give me another big money match...yeah. It will be B-17 and Dennis Black vs. Jackson Montgomery and Malu at Turmoil 134….
This time Jackson looks over at B-17 and smiles.
Ashley: You wipe that smile off your face! After this match up, to ensure you don't ruin anything else, here is what I'm going to do for you. You will do this match for me, then you will have match ups that you can't win. You will take a beating, you will bleed and God I hope that a few bones get broken! After you've done all that then I will allow you to kill each other at Summercide!
Jackson stands up and puts his hands down on Ashley's desk. He says nothing but stares directly at her before finally breaking gaze and storming out the door.
B-17 then stands and plants his hands on her desk: At least we'll always have Paris.
Ashley looks on confused as B-17 leaves.
