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I own none of the people mentioned herein. They all belong to their respective companies or, I suppose, to themselves…if you believe in such a thing. Not the point.

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Chapter One

The audience filed out of the arena, laughing raucously at what they had just seen. Playful scuffles had broken out on the concrete, people re-enacting moves and moments, fuelled largely by alcohol. The taping of TNA iMPACT! had just taken place, and they were all now heading out, some to the pub, some to their homes.

Inside, however, the TNA stars and Knockouts all remained, waiting for their scheduled meeting to begin. None of the assembled party had wished to attend, but the threat of suspension imposed by Jim Cornette - no matter how hollow – was one that they did not want to risk.

**

Suicide surveyed the men and women before him, hesitantly walking into the catering area. He wished to be here even less than the others, if that was possible, given that he was not inclined to hang around after a show was done. Spotting Chris Sabin muttering to his tag team partner, Alex Shelley, and indicating in his direction, Suicide tried to sidle to the side, out of view.

"Hey, Suicide!" Shelley yelled, pushing through the throng of people towards the man, Sabin close behind. "No need to run away like a pussy, we just want a word!"

**

Angelina Love sighed heavily, examining her nails closely. She really wasn't interested in spending her free time with ugly miscreants who were not even worthy of breathing the same air as her. She glanced left, noting the two women beside her, deep in conversation.

Sighing even louder again, and stamping the floor for emphasis, Angelina managed to draw the attention of Velvet Sky and Madison Rayne.

"What is it, Angelina?" Madison asked, cocking her head to the side questioningly.

"This is a waste of out time! We're too good to be waiting here. Where is that pervert Cornette?"

"Hey, Suicide! No need to run away like a pussy, we just want a word!"

The three women looked towards the source of the voice, rolling their eyes in near unison when they saw Shelley and Sabin advancing on Suicide. Shelley could be seen pushing away Jay Lethal, who had, seemingly, tried to get involved to calm the men.

"He has to be here soon. He can't really expect us to wait with these Neanderthals, can he?"

**

Taylor Wilde sat watching the Beautiful People.

"Hey Roxx, reckon anyone would notice if we just took them out now?"

Laughing, Roxxi glanced across the room. "Tempting, but maybe after, eh?"

**

"Mind your own fucking business!" Shelley yelled, slapping away Jay's hands for the third time.

Looking around, Alex saw that Suicide had disappeared into the crowd again. He was growing tired of this.

**

AJ Styles leant against the wall, counting the minutes. It seemed he wasn't the only one getting restless. It just wasn't right for so many of them to be contained within the one place with only the flimsy pretence of a meeting holding them there. Glancing at his watch again, something moved in the corner of his eye. Samoa Joe had just arrived.

"Are they close, then?" Styles asked, keeping his eyes forward, giving no further indication that he had seen the man.

He made no noise.

"I'll take that as a 'yes', then."

**

Nash, Steiner, Booker T and Sharmell had arrived. They surveyed the room at large, noting the discord that seemed to abound. While they were strongly opposed to attending this meeting, they had thought it the diplomatic thing to do. However, Sting and Angle had refused to attend with them.

A murmur ran through the room. Clearly the fact that two members of the Main Event Mafia were missing had not gone unnoticed.

**

Sting walked down the corridor. He did not want to attend the meeting, but he had received notification from a stage hand that he was required. Jim Cornette had called the meeting, and it was not a good idea to miss it. He had packed his bag, ready to leave, but then made the decision that he would attend.

Hearing a commotion coming from the catering area, he slowed his pace. Knowing that this was where the meeting was being held, Sting was hesitant to go further. So be involved in petty arguments was not his intention.

But a decision had been made, and he resumed his step.

Just as the gathering came into sight, Sting stopped.

The Impact Zonehad been plunged into darkness.

Authors notes:

Huh…wow, I am crazy out of practice. Apologies for the terrible writing. Oh well, at least everything is spelt correctly, I guess.