"Thank God we're out of there." Coachman gasped, slouching in one of the many Italian leather chairs in Vince McMahon's office.
Bringing the steaming hot coffee to his lips, the oldest McMahon nodded. "True. But it still doesn't bring me any closer to finding out who the vandals are."
After two unsuccessful trips to room four and room two, occupied by the Undertaker and his family with Kane, the latter between the bitchy foursome of WWE Champion John Cena, Randy Orton, Edge and Carlito, the duo decided it was time for a well deserved coffee break.
"I can't believe how petty Cena is." Jonathan chuckled lightly to himself, resting his bald head against his palms.
"The whole room's completely mental!" Vince remarked, taking another gulp of his drink. "Except for Torrie - she's fine!" he perved, his eyes turning into a state of dreamy haze.
"You old dog you." the Coach tisked, flipping his mobile phone. "So, what do you suggest we do now? Wait?"
"Waiting around here for people to turn themselves in will be a slower process than Hulk Hogan's retirement speech!" McMahon snarled, throwing the paper cup into the metal bin a few feet away from his solid oak desk.
"I know, sir, but we can't just keep trailing around rooms all day, listening to blind commentary that we don't even know is true."
Just as those words escaped the Intern Raw General Manager's lips, an envelope was slipped under the door. Spying each other up and down cautiously, Jonathan bent down in order to pick the mystery letter up.
Snatching it from his employees hands, Vince saw his name written in red on the front of the envelope. Ripping it open, his eyes widened as he read it in his mind.
The ever impatient Coachman peeked over Mr. McMahon's shoulder, who in return clutched the piece of paper close to his chest. "What does it say?" he pestered, hating to be kept in the dark.
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In the most extreme room in the building, the five members glanced around nervously at each other, all deeply anticipating something bad was about to occur.
All except for one.
"Guys, why are we so worried?" the Whole F'N Show questioned, lying down on his half of the bed he shared with his wife.
"Last night - duh!" Maria bounced her hand off her forehead in a dumb yet mocking way.
"I know that." RVD rolled his eyes. "But why are you guys so hecked up about this whole thing?"
Before anyone in the room could reply, a thump came at the door. Being the one closest to it, Sonia was automatically volunteered for the task of answering it.
"Hello, Mr. McMahon." Maria shone her toothy grin naively, unaware of the distilled, unpleasant expression occupying the Boss' face.
"I'm here on business." he growled, ordering CM Punk and Sabu to get up from the chairs.
Both Vince and Jonathan sat there, staring at the worker's, not uttering a word.
"Is everything ok, Mr. McMahon?" the ECW youngster quiz, noting his mannerisms.
"Nope. Everything is not ok." he snapped in return, fiddling about in his pocket.
"What's it got to do with us?" Mr. Tuesday Night questioned, rather arrogantly.
"This." the elder man bluntly stated, demanding he read the paper clasped firmly in his hands. "What's the meaning of all this?"
The crisp, white lined paper was completely blank except for three words; Extreme Fire Alert.
"What?" Sabu cried.
"How do you link this to us?" Robbie V continued to stand his and his friends ground.
Vince swiped his greying hair from his exhausted face. "Because, Rob, you are apart of ECW which is meant to be 'Extreme'." he informed, everyone glancing nervously at one another.
"Good point." Rob stepped back, not really sure how to respond to the Chairman's last statement.
Suddenly, the Raw Diva threw herself in front of the Boss, tears tumbling from her cheeks, as she prayed up to him. "Ok, ok, it was us...please o please don't fire us!" she pleaded, everyone else in the room shaking their heads.
"Get up!" CM Punk forced his girlfriend to stand, grabbing her as gently as possible by the arm. "It wasn't us."
"Oh yeah - prove it." Coachman folded his arms across his chest in a very arrogant manner.
"We shouldn't have to prove it, you should be able to take our word!" RVD yelled, a strange sense of anger welling up inside of him; a bubbling caldron.
"Haven't you got any security tapes or anything?" Sonia shrugged, trying to enforce her husbands rampage.
"We would have but somebody turned them off." Jonathan replied.
Realising that it was lunch time, Vince glanced at his watch. "Ok, whilst you are having your meal you five might want to reconsider everything you have just said. A little later on, I shall return, and I want the honest truth, you understand me?" he spoke firmly, his eyes bulging from his head as he stormed power walking from the room.
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Lunch time was upon everyone in Stamford, Connecticut. Buzz was still going around who it was exactly setting off the fire alarm last night, no body none the wiser.
"It has to be the 'ECW' crew." the Legend Killer rolled his eyes mockingly, snarling in their direction as the collected their 'food'...or slop as many of the rosters began to call it.
"How'd you work that one out, Sherlock?" the Heartbreak Kid said from across the other side of the table; him and Triple H had the displeasure of sitting on Randy and Edge's table, as there was so little space once all of the main cliques had found a seat.
"Well, look at them. Last night, all of us literally fell out of the door in little more than shorts and a thin t-shirt, they waltz out in sweat pants and coats."
"You wouldn't have even been wearing shorts and a thin t-shirt if it wasn't for me!" the WWE Champion laughed, Randy wanting to march right over to him and give him the beating of a life time. Alas, his lunch would get cold if he did that.
"Never judge a book by it's cover." Shawn advised, taking a gulp of diet Coke.
"Yeah, if we judge you by the way you looked, we would think you weren't engaged to a chick, if ya know what I'm saying!" Cena chuckled.
"Ignore the punk." Edge advised, taking note of some of the things he learnt during his Anger Management class. "You'll be the better man if you don't listen to him."
"And if we were judging Edge, he'd be in the same category as Orton!" the Game smirked, two of the wrestlers present less than amused.
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Meanwhile, Ashley was lurking around the hall ways, in the deepest, darkest depths of Stamford, trying her best not to attract attention - for a change; she was visiting Paul London, to take him food and to - more importantly - keep him company since being locked in solitary confinement.
"Paul?" she whispered, staggering against walls in the pitch black. "Are you there?"
"Yeah - who is it?"
"Ashley." she replied, stepping forward and glowing the torch onto her face before his.
"Oh, hey, how are you?" one half of the WWE Tag Team Champions stood, more than happy to see the future Playboy cover girl.
"I'm good. What have you been up to?"
"Not a lot." he shrugged, kicking his heels. "There isn't a lot of fun to be had behind bars."
That's how Paul literally was; behind bars. The black, dingy cage McMahon had enclosed him in was rid of natural sunlight, bringing disturbing memories from horror films to both Smackdown stars minds.
"I brought you some food." the Diva continued. "And a blanket - you know - to keep you warm." she smiled cosily, carefully passing him everything from the tiny gaps in between the bars.
"Thanks Ash, you're a star!" Paul exclaimed as quietly as he could.
"Don't worry, if I can't get you out within the next twenty-four hours, it's only two more days." she reasoned in a guilty fashion. "Then you came come back to my room - where you belong."
As their eyes connected, suddenly, there came the all too familiar sound of stomping coming down the concrete corridor.
"I'll have to go, see you later." she mumbled, blowing him a kiss.
"Bye Ashley." Paul uttered, most downcast.
But would he be locked in solitary confinement for too much longer?
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Next time in 'Necessary Evil'...
Will it finally be revealed which group - or person - was behind the fire alarm incident? Are there more revelations to come?
Check back for more, soon!
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