Post by Buck U Productions on Nov 15, 2015 17:25:51 GMT
*Scene: The inside of the office of Canada’s ambassador to Mexico.*
The ambassador is at his desk reviewing documents at his desk when there’s a knock on his office door.
“Eh? Come on in.”
Charlotte O’Neal and Brutus Smith enter and walk straight to his desk.
“Ms. O’Neal, Agent Smith, please take a seat. It’s been a while since we last spoke. I was beginning to wonder if the author forgot I existed.”
Charlotte and Brute look at each other with concern.
“I am Brute?”
The Ambassador laughs, “Well he’s decided that he doesn’t like being called ‘the writer’ anymore, has something to do with his desire to finally get that manuscript back on track he’s been working on for years,” He sees the concern on this employees faces, “but you must forgive the ramblings of an old man. I’m so glad that you responded to my request for a talk so quickly.”
Charlotte adjusts her glasses and smiles.
“Of course we would, Sir. When one receives a request to see the most powerful man in Mexico, they would be foolish not to make haste to come see him.”
The ambassador chuckle for a moment before folding his hands together on his desk.
“Ms. O’Neal. Agent Smith. I’m sorely disappointed in the performance of your team over the last month or so. Since my son won the Pollomania Supremo Championship, the ‘Misfits’ have not won a match. First was the team’s loss at “Hell Comes to Pollomania”, not only did you loss but your group’s leader, my son, ended up in the hospital and Holly smelled like gravy for days. It’s no wonder she’s acting more like her mother these days.”
“Well Sir, we did not anticipate Super Pollo’s involvement in the match and that darned AIP had me banned from ringside…”
The ambassador held up his hand.
“I don’t want to hear excuses, Ms. O’Neal. Your team lost that night, then two weeks later El Tigre teamed with Mr Loco against Grin and that masked vanilla fellow and despite the fact you didn’t lose, you didn’t win either.”
“I am Brute.”
“A MORAL VICTORY, MR.SMITH? I am not interested in a moral victory! When I sent you two and my daughter to Pollomania, I expected you to dominate that organization!”
He stops to gain his composer and takes a sip of coffee from a “World’s Greatest Dad” mug that clearly has been glued back together more than once. Charlotte and Brute sit silently, waiting for him to speak.
“It’s become clear that my son does not have everything in control, like I had hoped he would. You need to make sure that none of your team’s opponents for ‘Eggs Over Big Easy’ next Wednesday are in any shape to team with Grin at the season finale, ‘So It’s Come To This’, understood?”
They both nod.
“Good, now get out of my sight!”
The pair quickly gets up from their seats and exits the office.
FIN
(497 Words)
The ambassador is at his desk reviewing documents at his desk when there’s a knock on his office door.
“Eh? Come on in.”
Charlotte O’Neal and Brutus Smith enter and walk straight to his desk.
“Ms. O’Neal, Agent Smith, please take a seat. It’s been a while since we last spoke. I was beginning to wonder if the author forgot I existed.”
Charlotte and Brute look at each other with concern.
“I am Brute?”
The Ambassador laughs, “Well he’s decided that he doesn’t like being called ‘the writer’ anymore, has something to do with his desire to finally get that manuscript back on track he’s been working on for years,” He sees the concern on this employees faces, “but you must forgive the ramblings of an old man. I’m so glad that you responded to my request for a talk so quickly.”
Charlotte adjusts her glasses and smiles.
“Of course we would, Sir. When one receives a request to see the most powerful man in Mexico, they would be foolish not to make haste to come see him.”
The ambassador chuckle for a moment before folding his hands together on his desk.
“Ms. O’Neal. Agent Smith. I’m sorely disappointed in the performance of your team over the last month or so. Since my son won the Pollomania Supremo Championship, the ‘Misfits’ have not won a match. First was the team’s loss at “Hell Comes to Pollomania”, not only did you loss but your group’s leader, my son, ended up in the hospital and Holly smelled like gravy for days. It’s no wonder she’s acting more like her mother these days.”
“Well Sir, we did not anticipate Super Pollo’s involvement in the match and that darned AIP had me banned from ringside…”
The ambassador held up his hand.
“I don’t want to hear excuses, Ms. O’Neal. Your team lost that night, then two weeks later El Tigre teamed with Mr Loco against Grin and that masked vanilla fellow and despite the fact you didn’t lose, you didn’t win either.”
“I am Brute.”
“A MORAL VICTORY, MR.SMITH? I am not interested in a moral victory! When I sent you two and my daughter to Pollomania, I expected you to dominate that organization!”
He stops to gain his composer and takes a sip of coffee from a “World’s Greatest Dad” mug that clearly has been glued back together more than once. Charlotte and Brute sit silently, waiting for him to speak.
“It’s become clear that my son does not have everything in control, like I had hoped he would. You need to make sure that none of your team’s opponents for ‘Eggs Over Big Easy’ next Wednesday are in any shape to team with Grin at the season finale, ‘So It’s Come To This’, understood?”
They both nod.
“Good, now get out of my sight!”
The pair quickly gets up from their seats and exits the office.
FIN
(497 Words)