MPW Fundraiser

[Kurt Newman]

(I hate kissing ass. I really do. It’s so beneath me and it makes me so small. Having to fake a smile and look at some old fart in the eye and pretend that I give two shits about him…..I’d rather be in a hardcore match with Crow again than be here. All I want is your money dude. I don’t want to hear about your boat and your three girlfriends that you pay to bang you. But they yap and yap and yap and I smile and laugh and play along because MPW needs the money.

MPW and many other feds across America have taken a hit as of late. Bigger and wealthier feds are taking over and they have better backing and more money to spend than us and their starting to either buy out the competition or buy out the wrestlers out of their contracts, making the fed unwatchable. I’ve tried like hell to keep them away from MPW, but they’ve been knocking on the door as of late and management has been answering. I tell them to give me time and let me figure this shit out, but rumors are flying around and it looks like MPW will be shutting its doors in the next couple of months.

Over my dead body though. The problem is money and backing. I’ve got money, but not the type of money that would keep this place running.

So I call up a party and get some well-known investors to come around and try to convince them that spending their money with MPW is a sound investment for them. But giving money to a wrestling company is doesn’t seem right when they should really be giving money to starving kids or giving food and shelter to some African nation that no one’s ever heard before and probably no one gives a fuck about. I’m trying like hell to convince them to invest in MPW, but not even my looks and smile can get past some old fart whose balls are hanging past their knee caps.

What helps me get through these events? I pretend a fucking gun is placed at the back of my skull and if I say something wrong or act like an asshole, BOOM! My brains go flying across the room. Which doesn’t really sound that bad right now. But I keep my cool and play along. I swear, if ever find this old farts wife, I’m going to fuck her and send the pictures to his office…….especially the dirty ones.

I’ve got some of the talent talking to some of the investors. Kept the crazy and the guys with missing teeth far away from here. Should have brought more of the female wrestlers here. Give the old farts something to stare at and pray like hell that their Viagra kicks in as they stare at their tits.

I’ve been trying to figure out new stuff, but nothing has been working as of late. I’m so desperate that I’ve called up old…..well I don’t want to call them friends……but they’re not enemies…..well not totally. Let’s say colleagues…… to help spice things up. Add some new faces to the company. Hopefully their hate for me doesn’t screw this up because if tonight doesn’t work, then nothing will.

I’m still listening to the guy go on and on and on and I smile and nod my head along, playing the stupid game. I’m about to bust this guy over the head with a fucking china plate, but I don’t as someone taps me on the shoulder.

My savior!

I turn my head to look at who’s ever behind me, wondering if I’m going to hug them for saving me or give them an acquired smile and a deep urgency to want to talk to the old geezer.

TBC By Anyone

[kayleyhale]

Outfit; OUTFIT
"Mr. Newman?"

I tapped on his shoulder and smiled. The party seemed to be interesting, but I didn't know many people. A new company always meant meeting new people, which I loved, but being an outcast was certainly something I did not enjoy. From the moment I walked in eyes were on me. Was it the fact that I was new? Or maybe the very short and low cut dress I was wearing. Was this not appropriate for this kind of event? Oh welll....

From across the room I saw Kurt, and I had hoped he remembered me. He seemed like he was obviously bored with his current conversation, so I didn't mind one bit interrupting. I looked at the guy talking to him, batted my large doughy eyes and spoke in my soft delicate, bubbly tone of voice.

"Excuse me, sir, do you mind if I still Kurty here for a bit? You can have him back in no time, I assure you. But hey, while you are waiting, I heard there is a raffle going on, right down there. Why don't you go check it out?"

I said with a light smile. The man seemed to be lost in my eyes...but I looked back to Kurt tilting my head waiting for him to turn around. I tapped his shoulder again, this time giving off a giggle as the man walked away from Kurt.

"I surely hope I didn't intrude on something, Kurty."

He had to know who I was. I mean, how many people can get away with calling him that?

[Kurt Newman]

*Dude, you can see down her cleavage. Her boobs are popping man. You think their real? You know what, it doesn’t matter. Just take a feel and see what happens.

~Don’t look down there. You know better than that.

*Just stick your head between those fun bags and tell her that you dropped your keys down there and the safest way to get them out was with your teeth. She would totally understand.

~We would so get slapped in the face.

*Or…….or she knows that Kurt Jr. is huge and might want a little action with him.

~……..yeah she’ll slap us. Look her in the eyes and play it cool man. You brought her here for a reason. Let her be eye candy for the guys in suits and if something happens later on tonight between you two, then go at it. Business first.

*You’re no fun.

(I can’t help but smile as I look at that beautiful face.)

Kurt Newman: “Kayley my dear! How have you been? It’s been too long. Did you just get here? You know what? Let’s get some drinks.”

(I take Kayley’s hand and escort her over to a nearby bar. Looking at the bartender, I begin to order drinks for myself and Kayley.)

Kurt Newman: “I’ll take a scotch on the rocks. And my friend here would like………”

[scofield]

Area: Outside that Room

Reasons: Unknown
Talking To: Someone on the Other End


“They say the grass is greener on the other side, man. Look, I know you’ve been aching, you know I’ve been aching, and we both have reasons to respond to this… vote of confidence.”

Chatter on the other end.

“Yes, I know. I know what he did to you. And you know what he did to me. He basically forced me to get a desk job for a long while. Called me up for another match because it was good business. Think of this moment as another one of those: good for business. If we can help this place, keep this train rolling, that can only mean good things, right?”

Chatter on the other end.

“I know. I know. Think about it. I’m right outside the room, and I know Kayley just went in there. They’re probably trying to restrain themselves from tearing all these greyhairs apart, but what can you do?”

Chatter on the other end.

“I agree completely. Think of it this way, if this doesn’t work out, if this doesn’t last… well, we got you prepped for your return on the other lawn. If this does work, well, then we have a new gig and I get to come back to action for a long while. Maybe even give my record a little challenge. But we won’t know the answer to any of that, we won’t know if you get another shot at glory, either, if you don’t join us.”

Chatter on the other end.

“Alright. Caw Caw.”

And the phone closes shut. The camera pans around the spiral column to see possibly the youngest World Champion in professional wrestling history, putting his cell phone into the inner left pocket of his blazer, and then he runs his hands through his hair.

His hair falls to his chin, dark brown and a very slight curl to it. He pulls it back, out of his face, and ties it off with a hair tie, and the camera tilts a little bit in confusion.

“What? Never seen a guy use a hair tie before? Get over yourself.”

He’s dressed pretty sharply, too. A pure black suit wrapped over a navy blue dress shirt, and his tie is a swirling clash of blue, silver, and black.

He looks at the door and scratches his chin.

“You know, by now, I’d know not to go through that door. By now, I should know that all suits are idiots and that postponing the inevitable doesn’t really do anyone’s good. I should know that, because of one particular suit who gave me a hard life lesson: never get too big for your britches. I’m not a naïve young punk, I’m not a veteran of the sport, and I’m no alpha male. But when I was told that I was a crucial part of helping this cause, well, to be honest, I wasn’t sure. Because one of those suits in that room, they kicked me out. They tossed me aside. Admittedly, we have a long, tough, intricate history, so it’s not as if it wasn’t deserved, but after something like that…”

He shakes his head.

“You have to believe it’s business. Maybe one day he’ll be the drugs and I’ll be the rehab. But for now, this is strictly business, and I’ll always help someone I can respect. And Kurt Newman is someone I can respect. And if he says MPW needs my help, well…”

He heads for the door.

“I’ll give them all the help I can.”

He runs his hand over the doorknob.

“We all hate kissing ass. No one likes to warm up to someone who doesn’t care about the product, who doesn’t know about the product, who has probably spent less time watching the product than this entire moment I’ve shared with you, and watch as that person decides your fate. It’s a biased, screwed up, unfair system, but in desperate times, you take desperate measures.”

He chuckles at himself, thinking of the circumstances of his arrival.

“A little party never hurt nobody, right Kurt? Well, lets find out if these suits will be impressed by the Percentage of One.”

He looks at the camera again.

“Oh come on. You know my name, don’tcha?”

He winks at the camera, opens the door, and walks into the room.

[kayleyhale]

"Kurty! It has been too long! I've been really, really good. I did just get here. It's....nice. Really crowded! So many faces I haven't seen before! I feel lost...so I hope you don't mind me tagging along? I mean, you did invite me here after all, silly."

I giggled and took his hand following him to the bar. I listened to Kurty order, then realized it was my turn. I looked up at the Bar tender with my wide doughy eyes, and batted them before speaking softly in a delicate tone.

"May I please have a shot of Jack? You can just keep those coming, thank you."

The bartender seemed shocked by my order, but I giggled. As I turned my head to the side, I noticed Kurty looking down and shook my head smirking. Placing a finger under his chin I raised it up, making eye contact with him.

"Eye's up here, dear! So, thanks for inviting me tonight! It's nice to get off the road for a bit and just relax you know? And I thought....hey! Hey! Look who it is! LOOK! Did you know he was coming!?!"

I said looking as a man approached from behind Kurty, and smiled. Of course I knew who it was, although I didn't have many conversations with him....

Stefan LaJoie.

I tapped Kurty's arm several times and jumped up and down, my little heels clacking against the ground. I gave off a simple smile before tugging on Kurty's sleeve, much like a little kid would do.

"Should we say something? I think you should say something...you know what..."

I said before letting for of Kurty's sleeve, and waved my hand out to him frantically. Kurty seemed to turn around, but I beat him to the punch of saying something first.

"Hiiii Steffy!!!"

I said with a giggle, looking at both men holding my shot grinning at the.... "reunion."

[man]

(Before Stefan can answer we hear a knock at the door. Maxwell A. Nickelson Props it open and sticks out his head. Decidng it's ok to enter he does still looking nervous)

M.A.N: Hey fellas....

(He notices Kayley)

M.A.N: And lady! I heard something about an MPW Fundraiser. Got room for one more?

(Kayley giggles)

Kayley: You're that M.A.N. guy, right?

(M.A.N. Nods)

M.A.N: The one & only.

Kayley: Well, you're funny!

(M.A.N smiles obviously humbled by the comment. Just when it looks like he's going to respond Stefan cuts in)

Stefan: The sharpshooter is Canadian.

M.A.N: Excuse me?

Stefan: And you preformed it better than most. I respect you for that.

(Stefan slicks back his hair before sticking out a hand)

Stefan: The name's Stefan LaJoie. Nice to meet you kid.

(They shake hands)

Kurt: Kayley's right.

(M.A.N, Kayley & Stefan turn towards him)

Kurt: You are funny! Damn hilarious actually. And in this god damn business funny makes money.

(He pauses for a second before flashing his million dollar smile)

Kurt: Now listen up gentleman...And lady....

(Newman winks at Kayley)

Kurt: We're here on a mission and I intend upon succeeding.

[scofield]

OOC: Kayley Hale has been borrowed for his piece, and she has approved all of her moments in this response.

Turning his attention to “M.A.N.”, Stefan Lajoie grabs him by the back of his collared shirt.

“Look, “buddy”, I’m not sure what you’re trying to do, what you’re trying to prove, or who you’re trying to impress right now. We’ve been polite, we’ve been considerate, and we even complimented you. But right now, you are trespassing on a meeting that you were not given invitation to. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

Maxwell A. Nickelson shakes his head, unsure of what prompted this possibly harsh act.

“I’m gonna talk real slow. This is your one and only chance to walk away and feel good about what you accomplished by walking in on our meeting with these investors. Should you choose to stay, you will be thrown out, and most likely, you won’t be conscious for it. Capiche?”

Maxwell A. Nickelson nods his head in a yes feverishly. Without a second thought, Stefan lets go of his collar, and Maxwell scurries out of the room.

“Steffy, you could have been a little nicer to him!”

Kayley swats Stefan on the shoulder playfully, a smile on her face. Stefan shrugs in response as he turns back to Kurt and Kayley.

“That was me being nice. I don’t like unannounced visitors. We’re waiting on one more person, and we know who it is. Would you prefer every other MPW talent we haven’t met yet come through that door and try to make themselves look good off of our names?”

Kayley shakes her head, frustration showing on her face.

“No! We haven’t even gotten in the ring yet!”

“Exactly.”

Stefan looks at the bartender and smiles.

“Call me crazy, but I’ll take a Shirley Temple.”

The bartender’s face twists into a weird sense of confusion and wonder.

“Are you sure? I make a fantastic Manhattan…”

“I’ll take the Shirley Temple, friend, and you’ll take the twenty dollar tip and like it.”

The bartender nods.

“One Shirley Temple coming up!”

“Steffy, you don’t drink!?”

Stefan turns to Kurt, chuckling.

“She didn’t hear that part of my story yet, did she?”

Stefan smiles as he waits on his drink, and the group wait on the final member of their investor infiltration team.

_#SaveMPW

[Kurt Newman]

~Kurt smiles as he glares at Stefan. It’s one of those fake smiles as he reaches his arm and places it on Stefan’s shoulder.

Kurt Newman: “I guess not buddy.”

~Kurt slowly leans into Stefan’s ear and whispers.

Kurt Newman: “What the hell you thinking? I invited the guy to this little get together to talk to investors. Plus, if MPW does close, I can bring him and maybe half the roster back to that other fed that we were in not too long ago. You know which one I’m talking about right? The one I kicked you out of? I plan on going back if MPW goes under.”

~Kurt loses the smile as he leans in closer as his voice gets a little bit more serious.

Kurt Newman: “You behave yourself while you’re here in MPW and I will gladly bring you back to that fed…..if you’re interested.”

~The smile comes back to Kurt’s face as he slaps Stefan on the shoulder and goes back to entertaining the crowd. He quickly goes after Max, and when he does, he places his shoulder on Maxwell’s shoulder and walks with him as they walk around the room.

Kurt Newman: “Sorry about him Max. He got delayed at the airport and you know how it is waiting on a plane for so long. Makes you cranky when you got a baby crying right in your ear for the past 3 hours. Why the momma doesn’t breast feed the kid to shut it up? I don’t know man, but I wouldn’t mind watching that little action. Am I right?”

~Kurt lets out a laugh as he takes a sip of his scotch.

Kurt Newman: “So, how you liking MPW so far?”

TBC by anyone

[man]

[The two begin walking through the crowd of investors, Kurt's shoulders still placed on the rookie's as M.A.N responds with a wistful smile plastered upon his face]

M.A.N: Oh, it's great here. I mean, I always wanted to be a wrestler growing up watching it and all. But I never thought I could really ever be a wrestler! And in the Millennium Pro Wrestling of all places....

Kurt: Yeah, I meant to ask you about that; how did this, no offense, weenie selling schmuck get a contract with MPW?

[M.A.N. smirks at the question, obviously having heard it many times before]

M.A.N: No, no, it's no problem. As a matter of fact I became well acquainted with a Mr. Bob Herman. We met at an independent show and from there it just escalated. Randy Nytrus...

Kurt: Brandon's dad?

M.A.N: Indeed! The rest is history. Now Mr. Newman, if you don't mind I'd like to ask YOU a question.

[Kurt inspects M.A.N. before taking yet another sip of the scotch]

Kurt: Shoot.

M.A.N: This fundraiser is to save MPW, right? You're getting together the best of the best. But why invite me? Why not someone like Chris Cable or Valentina Madison? What about the Resistance, maybe even Phoenix Rising! I'm not all that special. Why do you think I am?

[Kurt chuckles]

Kurt: Max, I'm the guy who created a championship called "The Awesome Title". In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a bit odd. You may be a rookie but you're not normal and I mean that in the best way possible. Everyone's trying to be the next Rage. But you? You're trying to be one man and that's Maxwell A. Nickelson.

[M.A.N. goes scarlet, mumbling his thanks]

Kurt: You my friend can talk the talk. These investors are big mouths themselves so people like you are an essential ingredient to our success. And even if this thing falls through, I have big plans in a big fed for you.

[Maxwell looks confused]

Kurt: Let's go somewhere a little more "Private". I don't want these snot noses snooping.

TBC By anyone!

[scofield]

“Alright, well… welcome, “MAN.” Sorry about the mix up.”

He eyes the rather…unique… character known as Maxwell A. Nickelson, and watches as Kurt puts his arm around Max’s shoulder.  The two walk off for a bit, leaving Kayley and Stefan alone.

He shakes his head ever so slightly, grabs his Shirley Temple from the bartender, and looks at Kayley.

“…You want the cherry?”

Her eyes light up, and he chuckles.

He takes one of the swords out of the glass on the counter, stabs the cherry, and offers it to Kayley, who bounces up and down as she accepts the cherry.

“YAY!”

She eats the cherry as he takes a drink.

“So. Marc tell you anything about me yet? Did the timeless Marc…with a C… tell you anything at all about his last pupil? Or are you two more about love and ponies and unicorns and being in your own world?”

He chuckles as he looks at Kayley.

“Don’t worry, I’m not against ponies or unicorns or love. I’m just curious. Might as well know someone who I’ve already sworn to protect…”

He looks into her eyes as he waits for her reply.

[kayleyhale]

I turn to Kurty and MAN....MAN? Hm.....what a unique name, and waved goodbye. I looked at Steffy's drink, then down to my own shot, and pouted my lip out. His was prettier than mine! AND it had a cherry! I looked up at him with my wide doughy eyes, batted them and listened to him offer his cherry to me. I giggled and nodded my head, and took it ate it while jumping up and down. I lick my lips like a little kid and giggle before speaking to him.

"Spankiessss Steffy!!! I loveeeeeeee cherries!"

I giggled before looking at him. As he mentions Marc, I blush a little bit, biting my lower lip and grins before speaking.

"Silly, his name is MarcyBoo! Pupil? Silly goose! Isn't a pupil something in your eye?!?!"

I snicker at him, covering my mouth with my hand giggling. I then speak again...

"I like ponies and unicorns! MarcyBoo promised me he would take me horseback riding! And and and I wanna take him on a hunt to find a unicorn! Love? Hehe.....oh that thingy...."

I smile and blush even more, before twirling around like a little school girl. I twirl my hair, and look at him in his eyes and giggle.

"But he did talk about you allllot! He says your super nice and hardworking and that you have a SUPER DUPER BIG HISTORY! And that uh...wait....I know I can get this right! You are the youngest...no oldest....wait youngest....uh.....your....CHAMPION!"

I said, struggling to get some words out. I sigh, but then something catches my attention.

"Sworn to protect? MarcyBoo reallllly reallly wants you to protect me?!"

I asked smiling.

[CawCawMF]

Just as Kurt and MAN were about to go to a more quiet corner of the room, something smashes through the window! The investors, Kayley, and Stefan all turn toward the disturbance. They all look and a long, blond haired individual stands in front of Kurt Newman. He delivers a swift punch to Kurt and Kurt recoils. Kurt checks his cheek quickly and looks up as the individual swipes his hair out of his face.

That's for taking my title, asshole.

Kurt looks stunned for a second, until his wits come back to him.

Kurt: Hawk?

Hawk nods as Kurt begins to smile.

Hawk: Heard you need some help. Well, help is here now.

TBC BY KURT/STEFAN

[scofield]

Kurt charges Hawk, ready to fight, but Stefan intercedes!

Stefan puts his hands between Kurt and Hawk, separating the two men from each other.  Kayley comes up behind him slowly, a little scared at the events happening.

"Hey hey now!  This is a big investor meet and greet!  We're here to (kiss ass) do good things for MPW, not to cause havoc and create anarchy!  What do you think this is, a Fellowship meeting?  Look, we're all World Champions here..."

Stefan then looks at Maxwell A. Nickelson and remembers something.

"Oh right.  Well, MOST of us are all World Champions here, lets behave like it, ok?"

Stefan steps back from between Hawk and Kurt and waits.

[Kurt Newman]

(I put my hand up on my nose, feeling for any blood. None. I do my best to smile but it was a good punch to the mouth and it hurts to smile right now. I straighten my suit out as I look at everyone in the area.)

Kurt Newman: “Probably deserved that punch anyways.”

(I adjust my jaw, trying to get it back into its socket. I hear a snap and it’s back in.)

Kurt Newman: “Not a fan of the entrance since I’m going to be paying for a new window, but it got enough people’s attention. So it’s either going to be, that was fucking cool or that guys insane. Doesn’t matter though, glad you could make it Hawk.”

[CawCawMF]

Hawk just stands there still as a board. He looks at MAN and scoffs.

Hawk: Glad we got you. You'll come in handy later. Don't ask, just know.

Hawk notices Kayley sitting at the bar, surrounded by a bunch of old investors.

Hawk: So these are the people I have to kiss ass?

Hawk waves to Kayley.

Hawk: Hi Kayley!

Hawk looks back to Kurt and Stefan.

Hawk: So what now?

Hawk crosses his arms as he waits for a response.