Paying a little visit....

[Hazeone-Supreme]

The camera shows the office of Frank Dubaine. In it frank is on the phone, obviously not in a good mood.

"I Don't give a shit! I will not deal with this bullshit any longer! I have William James thinking i'm some kind of....."

Just then a knock is heard at the door.

"WHAT!?!" Frank Yells out.

The door slowly opens and what should appear? Klown and Jester.....That Apokalypse! They make their way into the room as Jester begins looking around and Klown takes a seat and puts his feet up on the table. Frank takes a look at Klown and then into the phone.

"I'll call you back."

Frank then hangs up the phone, looks at Klown, then shoves his feet off of the table. Klown then laughs.

"Well hello to you to Frank. Is that any way to treat long lost friends?"

Frank takes a seat and looks at Klown.

"I guess I should say Welcome back."

Jester then turns.

"Yea, you should."

"Look, I have a lot on my plate right now, what can I do for you?"

Klown then sits up and clears his throat.

"Ahem. Well first we will like to discuss our contract. Well, everyone else wants to, I want to discuss Osiris. Him and the AWF title."

[Spazz]

"What about the AWF title? Anyone who keeps up with AWF in the least bit knows that that mini-Michael Myers stole it to 're-build the AWF title scene'," He said in a sarcastic and insulting manner. "Whatever the hell that means." Frank had his ever trusty bottle of Johnnie Walker whiskey at his side and a fresh prescription of migraine pills in his desk ready for use.

Frank took a swig from his bottle before continuing. "And let's talk about Osiris. Since I'm sure that whatever match idea I come up with will not meet the standards your sadistic little Fred Kruger mind has come up with, why don't you..." Frank had noticed then that Jester's eyes were following his bottle of Johnnie Walker as he moved it. Frank moved the bottle back and fourth a few times and watching Jester's eyes stick to it like a magnet.

"...Would you like a glass, Jester?"

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Jester shrugs his shoulders.

"Yea, why not. It's been a while."

Frank pours Jester a drink and slides the glass to him. Jester walks up to Frank and by passes the glass and takes the bottle and starts to chug. Halfway through Frank gets up and snatches the bottle out of Jesters hand.

"That wasn't a glass and that bottle isn't cheap."

Right before Jester can say anything Klown interrupts.

"Jes, there's time for that later."

Klown looks at Dubaine.

"Well let me state this: As far as the title, well, it will eventually go to my hands as it is inevitable. Second, as far as Osiris goes.....yea, whatever match you decide wont be enough. Though I am a patient man. I will have my match....but on my terms. See, this little organization you have going now has fallen off......WAY off....and while I am not blaming you...."

Klown then looks at Jester as he clears his throat.

"....Well, maybe a little blame......"

Klown looks back at Frank.

"......ANYWAY......we have a few things to talk about. First off, Carnivore. Since he was the United States champ and technically never lost, I think you need to put him back in line for that title. Second, Nemesis. She needs to be woman's champ, like NOW. Then there is the tag titles."

Klown looks at Jester and they both laugh. Klown then turns to frank in mid laugh.

"HaHaHa Surf N' Turf? Really? You should give those belts to The Express and call it a day. Now I would say that WE should have it, since, after all, we ARE the most Dominant Tag Team AWF has EVER had. And THAT is pure fact. We have other plans in mind for us."

Klown then gets a more serious tone.

"As far as Osiris goes.......I will have him under my feet, screaming and crying for me to release him. THIS is fact. He has not seen pain yet and I will be happy to show him, and if anyone.....ANYONE gets in my way...then you will have a smaller roster than you thought you had."

Klown looks frank right in the eyes.

"That includes Management."

Klown sits back and cracks his knuckles.

"Now of course, given your history in the business, I am sure you aren't going to be intimidated by me, and that's fine. Just know that I AM serious about my words."

[Spazz]

"And know that I'm serious in that if one strand of that unwashed hair comes too far across my desk you'll find my foot up your ass as you go sailing out the door."

Frank takes a handkerchief and wipes off the mouth of the whiskey bottle before he drinks of it again. "On the matter of Surf 'n Turf, I must admit I am surprised to see them in the position that they are in, but they won the titles fair and square and Express had their shot against them, in a match of Expresses choosing no less, and they couldn't win the titles back. So, maybe you should tell the Express to get their act together and start acting like a team if they ever want those titles back again and call it a day."

Frank takes a shot of the whiskey. "For the US title, you already have a 'brother in arms' lined up for a shot at the title, in Minion. So Carnivore technically needs to take his place in line. And Nemesis and the women's title, she needs to get in line too...like NOW."

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Klown then giggles a bit.

"Ah-so. Well, I will let the Express, Carnivore as well as Nemesis know what you feel about it. Now with all that being said, we must take our leave. We will take your words under "Advisement" and have a little chat about it."

Klown then stands up.

"We appreciate your time in seeing us. We know this will not be the last time we will see you. Until next time......can you do me a favor?"

Annoyed Frank asks: "What?"

Klown leans in on the table.

"Can you have yourself a GREAT day? I mean would you do that for me?"

Klown then gets up and starts laughing and turns to the door. He then stops and turns his head to Frank.

"Oh there was one more thing."

Klown then yanks out a strand of hair from his head.....with a piece of flesh still attached to it and tosses it on Franks Desk. In response franks takes a movement back. Klown then looks at his ass and then to Jester.

"Funny, I don't SEE his foot in my ass. Do you?"

Jester looks.

"No, can't say that I do either."

"That's what I thought."

Klown turns back at Frank.

"T.T.Y.L. Frank HAHAHHAAHAH"

Klown then follows Jester out of the office and closes the door behind him.