What do I have to do? (Dubaine)

[William James]

William James is seen walking towards the office of one Frank Dubaine... the newest AWF G.M..
The secretary speaks to him as he passes her desk...
Uh, sir...hold on... you need an appointment...

WJ stops in his tracks...
"Listen bitch... I'm William James...
and NO I don't need an appointment...
I'm here to see Dubaine... and here to see him NOW!

So, sit your little bitch ass back at your desk...
or better yet, make yourself useful...
and go get me a sandwich!"

WJ continues to the door, and behold, the door was unlocked.
He walks in, speaking as he does...
"Dubaine... you really should lock this door...
you never know who might show up, un-announced!"

WJ walks in, and closes the door behind him, locking it in the process.
"Now, son... we need to have a little chat."

[Spazz]

Dubaine's office chair was facing away from WJ. When WJ locked the door, Dubaine turned around in his chair like he was a rejected Bond villain. He had his hands together, the fingers overlapping.

"So, Mr. James," Dubaine smiled and laughed lightly. "Damn I wish I had a cat."

"What can I do for you, Mr. James?"

[William James]

WJ walks over to the desk, and slams his fists down on it,
looking Dubaine square in the face...
"Short and simple, Dubaine... I want my title shot.
And I will NOT be leaving here, until you give it to me.

And that can be done the easy way.... or the hard way!
Your choice, pal.

You see, I'm sick and tired of the mind games around here.

First, it was Mott jacking me around...
protecting his precious Osiris...

Then, that farce of a GM, Riley Taylor came in
and it was more of the same...
throwing Riles and Lino in my way.

Now, I would think things would be different with you.
I've heard the stories of the past...
funny thing is, here we go all over again!

I get to the arena last week, and I have to face some jobber in the opening match...
and this week I get here, and it's Xplicit...
the same man who just last week, was gone from this company.

So, what's the deal, Dubaine?"

WJ puts on an angry face...
"I'm better than anyone on this so-called roster running around here...
I know it... and more importantly... YOU know it.

I've already beaten that pathetic joke of a World Champion
you got walking around with that title.

And he's even accepted a title match against me...
yet, you still seem fit to have me face no name punks,
to try and make their name on me.
That's over and done with, son.
I'm not taking it ANYMORE! Got it?

I want my shot... I'm tired of playin' games, Dubaine!
So...your gonna write up and sign that contract.... RIGHT NOW!

I don't care who you think is next in line...
or whatever you've told anyone else about this situation.

I'm NOW the next in line for the AWF World Championship...
that is, if you know what's good for you, pal!"

WJ continues to look at Dubaine, waiting for a response...

[Spazz]

Frank let out a low, long sigh and spun in his chair slowly. Something seemed...off about him today. He held up his hand and pointed a finger at William James"I assure you Mr. James I have been listening to every word you say. ...I also assure you I'm drunker than a skunk at happy hour in Germany."

He spun around in his chair again. "I'm not gnna give away any surprises, Mr. James. I assure you though, I HAVE A PLAN! A plan that'll make...that'll make...What's been a great plan in American history? Bah, don't answer that, I don't care. A plan that'll make all great plans seem...insignificant."

"Just...just show up for your match this week...and I think you'll be...be...bah you'll be something good." He spun around again in his chair, this time in the opposite direction though. "So just show up...do your job, and you'll be happy. I assure you. Just like I assure you I'm so drunk I'm sober right now."

[William James]

WJ walked around the desk, and spun Dubaine's chair in his direction.
He gets in Dubaine's face, as he points his finger at him...
"A PLAN... A PLAN?!?
Is that your answer, Dubaine?

Did I ask for a f**king PLAN?
NO, I don't think I did!

You better not screw with me again, Dubaine!
People get hurt who f**k with me, got it?
I demand respect... and that's what I'm gonna get!

BUt... I'll give you this one last chance...
I'd hate to get fired for kicking your drunk ass all over this office...
but, don't think for a second I won't hesitate to do it!

When I dispose of Xplicit...
that plan you got better be revealed...
And that plan better be my damn title shot!

Or I WILL be back, Dubaine...
and I'll make good on my own plans!

And that is not a threat, pal...
that's a f**kin' promise!"

WJ spins the chair again, nearly knocking Dubaine out of it, with the spin.
He unlocks the door, and walks out of the office.
He walks past the secretary, and gives her a grin...
"See... no appointment needed...
now, where is my damn sandwich?"
WJ laughs, as he walks off, ending his part of the scene.