The Grand Prix

[AJ Riles]

The camera fades in to John Crescent's office, showing him speaking with another man, unfamiliar to the AWF fans, save a small pocket. The unfamiliar man reaches down to pick up a small cup. The man takes a drink as Crescent looks on.

"So, Mr. Jamborgh, explain this to me again?" Crescent requests.

"Come, now, John. I prefer 'Michael'." The man nods. "But anyway, four teams of four, competing. That's about the extent of it, so far. We're still hammering out the details. EWA's representatives are selected, and two of mine are definite. We're still waiting on a response from AGW, though, I'm afraid."

"You've only picked TWO representatives, so far?" Crescent asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Now you've gone and gotten me curious..."

"Guys, get in here!" Michael calls, as the door opens, and the crowd roars, seeing the two chosen representatives. Michael gestures to the two. "Allow me to introduce two former MWL World Heavyweight Champions, 'Hazard' Anthony Jacobs and Kairez." A slightly larger area of the crowd lets out a roar, recognizing the names. "Do YOU have any representatives in mind?"

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[tommyspud]

A few knocks are heard behind the door of the office.

"Hey, I'm coming in, it's me, Russell."

The door slightly turns and opens, revealing the EWA GM, Russell Hoffman. A section of the crowd is cheering, as he turns his baseball cap around. He smirks as he looks around at the office.

"Pretty nice place you have here, better than what I have."

Russell looks around and looks at Anthony Jacobs and Kairez.

"I assume these are your entries, right, Michael? Pretty good choices."

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[AJ Riles]

Michael leans his head back over the chair to look to Russell before cracking a grin. "Oh, of course! Two of my best! Heh, I'm even considering bringing in David Hitz! But, that's not definite, yet. By the way, did you happen to see Shane or Sarah, anywhere? I brought them with me, but--" Michael begins as a scream tears through the halls, followed by a thud. A few seconds later, a squealing groan rings out, and Sarah pokes her head into John's office.

"Uh, hi, Michael. John, some blue-haired guy just punched out Shane Warner and tried to hit on me." Sarah gestures toward the hallway using her thumb.

"What happened?" Michael demands.

"Shane kept beating him in poker, so the blue-haired guy accused him of cheating and put his head into the wall." Sarah answers as Michael heaves a sigh and rubs his temples.

"In any case, Russell, you never did tell me who your representatives were going to be?"

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[tommyspud]

Russell smirks as he looks over at Michael.

"Well, it was hard to pick just four. The entire EWA locker room is full of talent. But, I think my four will be just fine. I'll tell you two right now, though."

Russell slowly puts his hands on the back of his head, a grin reaching from ear to ear.

"Tommy Caldios and Shaun Cage, I hope you don't mind me adding a touch of Extreme to the whole thing."

Tommy Caldios walks into the room along with Shaun Cage following close behind.

"Gentlemen, may I introduce you to both those men? This Grand Prix seems to be shaping up to be awesome."

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[Spazz]

John laughed as he heard of the happenings outside and the fate of Michael's associate.

John C.: Your friend has encountered some AWF talent it seems. The 'blue-haired guy' as you refer to him is known as Freaky. And-

As John is talking there is another loud crash outside. From the open door they can see the two members of Lunatic Fringe go flying across the hallway to crash into a metal rack with a loud 'CLANG' and a following rain of boxes which they are buried under.

John C.: Oh, what's happening NOW!? John said irritably and stood from his desk.

Shane (Outside): OH GOD SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! HE'LL EAT MY SOUL!!!

John, not really wanting to miss seeing who had a hold of Shane now, stepped outside and was soon followed by Michael. What they see is Shane Warner flopping like a fish on land while suspended about two feet in the air by the massive hand of the biggest wrestler either of the men had seen. He easily stood seven feet tall and every part of him seemed to be muscled. The large man's hand is around Shane's neck, who seems to be on the verge of tears from wanting to be let go.

John C.: Oh, it's you. John said, maybe a little too calmly for the situation playing out in front of them.


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[AJ Riles]

"Kh..." Shane whimpers, reaching out.

"What in the hell did you do NOW?" Michael demands, his attention focused on Shane. And like John, he too, is more than likely far too calm for such a situation.

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[Spazz]

John C.: Well, if this guy is here, then that means....oh boy. John groans and rubs his temples.

?: Good to see you again, John. A female voice from behind them said.

John sighed and slowly turned around, not really wanting to see who was behind them.

John C.: Hello Clair.

Behind them is a small, petite young lady who could not stand more than just a few inches over five feet. Her eyes were a piercing green color and her hair was obsidian black, save for a few pinks streaks through her hair, which clashed horribly with the gray business suit she was wearing.

Clair: Hades, you can drop him now.

Hades growled and dropped Shane who crumpled onto his knees. Upon realizing he was free from the large man's grasp, he literally crawled across the floor and hid behind Sarah's skirt as she stepped out see what was happening outside.

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[tommyspud]

Russell looks at Michael, and gives a sly smile as he takes a seat, his eyes focusing on Clair and Hades.

"So, I guess we are all here. How very entertaining and interesting. I see you brought one of your four reps, Clair."

Tommy Caldios looks over at Shaun, and they whisper to each other. Shaun nods then walks out of the room. Russell stares at Michael, and gives a small chuckle.

"I assume that all we have left to do is figure out how this is going to go, right?"
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[AJ Riles]

Michael nods. "That's the long and short of it, yes. Of course, not all of everyone's representatives are chosen, yet."

AJ and Kairez walk out of the office, eying Hades. Kairez removes his sunglasses and looks toward Clair. Kairez slips his sunglasses back on before leaning toward Michael. "Heh, think we should bring B-4 to the dance, Mike?"

"Oh, no, that'd take all the fun out of this competition!" Michael laughs. It is at this time that Shane has a realization.

"Since when did YOU wear skirts, Sarah?"

"This is the ONLY time you'll see it, Shane. And don't you DARE try to peak!"

Michael, having paused to listen, shakes his head. "Sorry to duck out so soon, but I've got to get back and get the paperwork done for Stage of Legends and the first anniversary of Redline. I'll see you all again when the Grand Prix starts." Michael waves to the rest as he makes his exit, soon followed by AJ, Kairez, Sarah, and the still terrified Shane.

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[Spazz]

Clair: I, too, must be on my way. The AGW staff is working furiously toward our first show and it would be rude of me to miss it.

Clair moved to leave, motioning with her head for Hades to follow.

John C.: Aren't you gonna tell us who else you have chosen besides Hades, Clair?

Clair: No, John, I will not. I will let wait and guess until the Grand Prix. Ciao.

Clair makes her exit along with the gargantuan Hades.

[tommyspud]

Russell smirks as he looks at John.

"Well, John, I must go back to EWA, show planning and all that. I'll see you when the Grand Prix happens."

Russell stands up and looks over at Tommy. They both walk towards the door, and Tommy speaks.

"This is looking fun."

The door slowly shuts behind them as they exit the office.
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