Post by Buck U Productions on Feb 26, 2016 21:25:35 GMT
“Damn it Eli! This isn’t the time to take off for some sort of sojourn to Japan with your wife!”
Holly Guacamole and Brutus Smith walk into her father’s office as he lets out a cry of exasperation and slams his phone down on the desk.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?”
“Don’t worry about if, Princess. You’re brother decided early this morning to take my private jet and fly off to Japan. Of all the times for him to…”
The ambassador signals for Holly and Brute to sit down.
“Give him some time, sir,” Brute says, as he eases himself down into the only chair large enough to hold his girth, “He just suffered the biggest loss of his career. That can’t be weighing well on his psyche, especially after he’s worked too hard to get mentally healthy after ‘the incident’.”
The ambassador lets out a loud sigh before replying, “Yes, I know. As cruel as this may sound, I actually miss his old psychotic personality. He was easier to predict and far easier to control.”
“Umm Brutie, are you sure you should be ‘talking’? Someone might hear you.”
“Oh don’t worry, Princess. No one can hear us in here, this room is swept for bugs twice a day, and besides this is an off-camera role play so no one in Pollomania will know.”
“Sir, has anyone ever told you that you that you’re an odd duck at times?”
“My father used to call me that all the time,” the ambassador replied, bursting out in laughter.
“Never mind me though, I’m sure once Charlotte and Eli return they will be in a much better frame of mind to talk strategy for getting the Supremo championship. Speaking of which, even though he wasn’t able to beat El Vainillo, you certainly did. Well done, my dear!”
“Personally I was shocked, I didn’t think you could do it.”
“Hey,” Holly shouted, she turned and punched Brute on the arm, “I kicked his ass and just you wait, I’m going to do the same to that bitch, Ursula Areano in Toronto!”
The ambassador chuckles again and beckons Holly to come sit on his knee. She happily skips over and sits on his lap.
“You, young lady, have a great future ahead of yourself. You and Agent Smith must be considered the front runners to win the Tag Grand Prix and becoming the inaugural tag team champions and a win over young Miss Areano will help cement your position in Pollomania for a Supremo Title shot, just in case your brother isn’t able to regain the title.”
Brute snorted, “He wouldn’t have lost it in the first place if he had let us help him and if that damn referee, Smalltooth Jones hadn’t forced Charlotte to leave ringside.”
“Then, we need to make sure that encourage Eli, or should I say Tiger Mask Red, to see things our way from now on, and something must be done about Jones.”
“But what, Daddy?”
“Leave it to me, Princess.”
Holly Guacamole and Brutus Smith walk into her father’s office as he lets out a cry of exasperation and slams his phone down on the desk.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?”
“Don’t worry about if, Princess. You’re brother decided early this morning to take my private jet and fly off to Japan. Of all the times for him to…”
The ambassador signals for Holly and Brute to sit down.
“Give him some time, sir,” Brute says, as he eases himself down into the only chair large enough to hold his girth, “He just suffered the biggest loss of his career. That can’t be weighing well on his psyche, especially after he’s worked too hard to get mentally healthy after ‘the incident’.”
The ambassador lets out a loud sigh before replying, “Yes, I know. As cruel as this may sound, I actually miss his old psychotic personality. He was easier to predict and far easier to control.”
“Umm Brutie, are you sure you should be ‘talking’? Someone might hear you.”
“Oh don’t worry, Princess. No one can hear us in here, this room is swept for bugs twice a day, and besides this is an off-camera role play so no one in Pollomania will know.”
“Sir, has anyone ever told you that you that you’re an odd duck at times?”
“My father used to call me that all the time,” the ambassador replied, bursting out in laughter.
“Never mind me though, I’m sure once Charlotte and Eli return they will be in a much better frame of mind to talk strategy for getting the Supremo championship. Speaking of which, even though he wasn’t able to beat El Vainillo, you certainly did. Well done, my dear!”
“Personally I was shocked, I didn’t think you could do it.”
“Hey,” Holly shouted, she turned and punched Brute on the arm, “I kicked his ass and just you wait, I’m going to do the same to that bitch, Ursula Areano in Toronto!”
The ambassador chuckles again and beckons Holly to come sit on his knee. She happily skips over and sits on his lap.
“You, young lady, have a great future ahead of yourself. You and Agent Smith must be considered the front runners to win the Tag Grand Prix and becoming the inaugural tag team champions and a win over young Miss Areano will help cement your position in Pollomania for a Supremo Title shot, just in case your brother isn’t able to regain the title.”
Brute snorted, “He wouldn’t have lost it in the first place if he had let us help him and if that damn referee, Smalltooth Jones hadn’t forced Charlotte to leave ringside.”
“Then, we need to make sure that encourage Eli, or should I say Tiger Mask Red, to see things our way from now on, and something must be done about Jones.”
“But what, Daddy?”
“Leave it to me, Princess.”