Post by fuggingolliwog on Oct 2, 2015 19:50:35 GMT -5
Brandon Bishop sits behind the desk of his well appointed personal office at UWR Headquarters. For a man usually so composed, he seems to be rather tense in anticipation. A beep issues from the telecommunications device on the desk, followed by the voice of Bishop's personal assistant.
PA - Mr. Bishop, the, errr Pimps... are here to see you.
Before Bishop is able to reply, a scuffling is heard from the reception area, then the door to the office is thrown open and the Pimps enter in a rush of commotion, followed by Bishop's assistant and an office security guard.
OPP - Y/all can cool out, just cool out, no need to get worried just cause a black man is in the office building.
DMC - Yo, we/re official.
Assistant - Mr. Bishop...
OPP - Scrutinize cause a nigga wearin a dope chain...
Security - Mr. Bishop...
OPP - Go take a jog fat man, grown folks gots business here.
Bishop: All right, all right, what's going on here?!
Security - Mr. Bishop, this man (pointing to DMC) is concealing a weapon.
DMC - What, this?
DMC flashes a butterfly knife and flings it around to open it. The security guard trys to pounce, but DMC dodges.
Bishop - OK, everyone calm down. Steve, these men have an appointment with me.
Steve - But sir...
Bishop - I know, I know, it's alright. He is harmless.
DMC - Nigga what?!
Bishop - What I mean to say is, I'm not in any harm... (chuckling) I don't care about the weapon.
The Pimps mean-mug the security guard until he and the assistant leave the room. Brandon Bishop sighs and sits behind his desk.
Bishop - So, maybe you would like to tell me why you have demanded a meeting, and you show up with a weapon?!
DMC - Ah shit, I just got this at the pawn shop on the way here. I was just fucking around w/ it. (He puts the knife away)
Bishop - Ok, then why are you here?
The Pimps sit down into a pair of office chairs. DMC begins rolling a blunt in his lap. Bishop grimaces, but doesn't say anything.
OPP - The Pimps of Wrestling came to this podunk fed to run rampant, and to win gold. We believe that we are being underutilized.
Bishop - I take it you are unhappy not being included in the tag match on this upcoming episode of Riot?
DMC - Not just that, but the jabrones you have me working w/? This will not stand.
DMC lights the blunt and inhales deeply, before passing it off to his homeboy.
Bishop - We are light on competitors at the moment. A six-person tag match is the best way to showcase everyone's talent.
OPP - POW is a tag team, that is our talent. It/s why you brought us here. In case you hadn/t noticed, Bishop, we the only blue-chippers in this company. It would be best if you remember that.
OPP takes a long drag from the blunt, enjoys the high for a moment, then passes it to Brandon Bishop. Befuddled, Bishop refuses.
Bishop - OK, you don't like who you are teaming w/, I understand, but I'm not changing the match for your sake. You are right though, I did book the Pimps of Wrestling and I intend to allow you to showcase your talents.
DMC - (visibly stoned) That/s all good, but there/s something else... The way I see it, every wrestler in this fed has had a shot at the belt. Everyone except for me. Now I want it.
Brandon Bishop and OPP stare at DMC in confoundment.
OPP - Is THAT what this was about?
Bishop - I don't seem to recall you ever earning No.1 contendership in any way. In fact, your only participation thus far in my fed has been rather under-handed. Handcuffing Kristof, and trying to steal the belt in a match you weren't even involved in. I could just as easily suspend you.
DMC - I operated within the bounds of the match stipulations. My point still stands. I haven/t had a title shot, but I/m coming for one...