Okay! Stick with me here:This is indeed Making Sense Of It All. The final repost(I promise, if I do another one, feel free to cuss me out) Now the story has changed, but just a teeny bit, okay? This is prologue uno, aright? Now I hope y'all enjoy, on with the fic.
I disclaim everything but my right foot. You know what, go ahead and take it to, it's been aggravating me quite a bit lately.
Vince Mcmahon glared across at two of his 'favorite' employees, Mark Calloway and Glenn Jacobs; better known as the Undertaker and Kane, the brothers of destruction. The two were currently spitting threats over his desk at him. Safe to say they weren't too excited about Vince's newest order of business.
"Why the hell would you pick the two of us? A Summerslam Axxess Talent Search? Really? Does that seem like something the 'Brothers of Destruction' would be doing willingly? We know you want your damn ratings and we're one of your top teams, but come on, Vince; this idea sucks ass."Kane spat.
"Look, I know this concept may not seem too appealing to the two of you, but the decision has already been made," Vince explained again.
"You seriously can't find anyone else to do this? What about those two greasy kids; you know, the one with the dreads and the friend who used to hang out with Copeland?" Mark suggested. Vince stared back at him, brow furrowed.
"Who the hell are you talking about?" Vince asked slowly. Mark leaned forward, an irritated look on his face.
"Two of your employees who obviously aren't that busy since you can't even recognise who I'm talking about. Get them to be the tag team judges for your little competition, because I'm telling you right now that we aren't doing it," Mark growled. Vince rolled his eyes, leaning back in his desk chair.
"Yes you are. If you're telling me the truth and whoever those two are do work for me and I can't figure out who they are, then no one else is going to recognise them either. I need a legendary WWE stable for this part, someone big who has not only been to the top, but has been there enough times to find my next big star in the time alotted. You two are my sole option."
Vince was hoping that that would be the end of the conversation and he could continue on with preparations for the big show the coming week. Much more had to be done, and quite frankly, there was only so much time he could spend in a small room with one, let alone two of his employees.
"Your sole option?" Kane snorted. Vince sighed, looking back up from his paperwork, "What about Reso and Copeland?"
"Reso's out on injury again and Copeland is the judge for the single superstar entrants along with Punk and Morrison."
"The Hardys?" Mark suggested, hoping to weasle out of having to do it. Vince nodded.
"They're already judges for the tag team division. There are three of you, remember? The Hardys and DX have all agreed already to do this. You guys are the only ones with a problem here."
"Well what about Miz and Morrison?" Kane tried. Vince rolled his eyes.
"What about Miz and Morrison. I need a big tag team for this and did you not hear me when I said that Morrison is already judging for the single superstar entrants?" Vince quipped. Kane sent him a heated glare but the chairman ignored it and continued, "Besides, Miz is already scheduled for a match. Fatal fourway with him, Ziggler, Orton, and Mysterio's nephew; that Serge kid."
Kane and Mark glared across at Vince. It had been years since the two were a stable tag team on any of the rosters and Mark had been seen less and less in the ring. This just wasn't a good idea.
"Look, Vince, you're just going to have to scrap someone up, because we are not doing this." Mark said, solidly as he and Kane stood, heading for the door.
"I have scrapped someone up. The two of you." Stopping at the door, the two turned around, glaring at Vince. The Brothers of Destruction, that's what Vince considered scrapped up?
"Excuse me?"Kane growled, taking a menacing step towards the desk. Vince stared back up at them, unfazed.
"Sit down, boys." Vince called, motioning them back to their seats," It's come to my understanding that you, Kane, have been causing quite a few problems backstage. I've been hearing word of several attacks on my workers, and I don't mean the performers. You know there's a penalty for that."
Kane glared across at Vince. So maybe it was a little true that he hadn't had the exact behaviour of a seasoned vet backstage. He had lashed out angrily more than a few times at innocent workers; the camera men taking their usual shots had been victim to quite a brutal beating after an irritated Kane had rampaged backstage and they unknowingly snapped a few pics. He also might have caused quite a dime lost after destroying parts of the Raw set stage hands were transporting back to the trucks. Kane didn't know what was up. He felt more anxious than usual lately and he knew that unfortunatley, it was reflecting in his work.
"And Mark, you know that the fans and I will always respect you here at the WWE, but you're going down quite a bit. Those Wrestlemania exclusive appearances are starting to hurt your rep as the fearless legend, the Undertaker." Vince remarked, switching his gaze to the elder of the two. Mark sat back in his seat, sneering at Vince.
Inside, the chairman smirked. The two were quiet and finally listening. He had them right where he needed them. Vince crossed his arms over his desk, glancing between the two.
"Now Kane, I am willing to overlook your outbursts...if you agree to judge for this competition," Kane opened his mouth to disagree, say he'd rather deal with the punishements, but Vince quickly cut him off, "And if that idea doesn't suit you, I guess we could settle for you jobbing to that Ryder kid."
Kane's eyes widened," You must be fucking kidding me if you think I'm jobbing to that dweeb. Vince, that would ruin my image!" He barked. Vince just smiled and looked over to Mark.
"And as for you, this would be the opportune moment for you to return. Mark, people think you're retired. How does that sit with you?"
Mark glanced away, rolling his eyes. Vince smiled.
"So it's a deal then. The Brothers of Destruction will be the third judges for the tag team entrants of the Summerslam Axxes Talent Search." Vince declared, standing up and walking around his desk. Shaking hands with two grudge holding giants, he ushered them towards the door, " And don't you boys think of it as work, either. Think of it as a...a chance. Yes, a chance to redeem yourselves and be the tag team to beat in the WWE again, okay? Nice talking to you two and I look forward to seeing you all week long at Axxess and the big show."
And with that, he slammed the door shut behind the two, sighing relievedly. Damn, he couldn't stand his employees...