Disclaimer: Well, unlike the fic, where we do own the company, Vince still
has a toe hold over the ownership of the company, but just you wait you
scum bag, I've got backup.
Well now, you've heard from my partner, Kylrane, and read her writing, now it's my turn to write a bit (does a little dance). So in the last chapter, we gained ownership of the brands, and I tossed a paperweight at Eric Bischoff, who is now by personal servant. Anyways, in this chapter, I get used to the management life, and do make some "changes".
Chapter 2: Getting Used to Smackdown!
Mike walked out of the office, smiling and jumping for joy as he contemplated the evil things he could now do. He was just about finished when Kylrane tapped him on the shoulder. "Yes?" Mike asked, only to see her staring wide eyed. "Do you realize you just danced around in front of a crowd like a freaking lunatic?" Kylrane stated, waving her hand at the crowd. "I've done worst." Mike said as Bischoff tapped him on the shoulder, only to get punched in the nose. "Hey Bisch, who said you could touch the goods? Get the car started." Mike said, as Bischoff muttered about being the rightful Raw GM and not having to listen to a punk like him.
"So then, looks like you got the worst part of the deal Kylrane, you got stuck with The Rock and Raw." Mike taunted, only to receive a death glare from Kylrane. "So, you are stuck with A-Train and Paul Heyman." Kylrane replied, "You are stuck with Trish and her monkey boy Jeff." Mike replied, "You are stuck with - wait, you calling Jeff a MONKEY BOY?!" Kylrane yelled. "Well, if the shoe fits, wear it." Mike replied, a smug look on his face. Kylrane was about to beat the stuffing out of him when Jeff walked by. Simultaneously, both of the new GM's fangirls took over, and the charged towards Jeff, tackling him to the ground and yelling in high pitched voices about getting his autograph and wanting to do other stuff to him.
Stephanie grabbed Kylrane, and pulled Kylrane off of him, and Kylrane latched onto Mike, pulling him off. Jeff jumped up and ran away, screaming about being attacked by freaks, and running smack into a pole. Paramedics soon came and got him out of there, Jeff yelling and screaming as if he had been traumatized, which he probably had been. "Fine, we'll see whose show is better, but hear this Kylrane, Jeff will be mine." Mike said in an evil voice, a large darkness behind him. "Don't bet on it." Kylrane replied, with an equally dark darkness behind her. They walked off, laughing and cackling, leaving Stephanie in the middle, rubbing her head and contemplating hell. Mike walked off, laughing as he stepped into his limo, and saw a good friend in there. "Well now, it's about damn good time Stephanie made a good decision." Matt said, surprising Mike as he stepped out. Eric was none to happy about having to share a car with Matt, as he ditched Eric early on. Matt gave Mike a hug, and the two promptly got into the limo. The limo started off at high speed, and sent Mike flying into his seat. "HEY ERIC, I NOT PAYING YOU TO KILL ME." Mike yelled "YOUR NOT PAYING ME AT ALL." Eric yelled back, "Oh yeah...well still, DON'T KILL ME" Mike finished, with Eric yelling profanity.
"So Mike, how was managing Jericho." Matt asked, Mike still trying to shave off the chin hair left from the stupid beard, "Don't ask, let me just say this, as long as I live, I will never forgive Jericho." Mike said, as Matt quickly changed the subject. "So, how much to bribe you into giving me a World Title shot?" Matt asked, Mike laughing, "Beat John Cena and you've got it." Mike said, as the limo pulled up to the arena. Matt and Mike got out, and Eric followed out, grabbing all the bags from the limo and carrying them into the arena.
Mike got to his office shortly, and the first thing he did when he got there was just about puke. "Holy horse shit, it's so clean. So organized. It burns my eyes. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. Eric, get me my cell phone." Mike commaned, Eric reaching into a bag and tossing Mike a cell phone. "I'm going to hire the best Eric's money can buy." Mike said, Eric about to kill Mike, but held back by Matt. Two hours later, Mick Foley was in the room, with a tape measurer, and a fake decorator costume. Mike, Eric and Matt left him to his business, and walked off. "Okay Eric, I need you to find me Brian, I need to talk to him." Mike commanded, Eric flipping him off as he walked into another hall, and bumped into an old friend of his. "Well well, if it isn't Eric Bischoff, the man who traded me off." The Big Show bellowed, Eric falling backwards, screaming as Big Show started to toss him through stuff.
Meanwhile, Mike and Matt ran into Brock Lesnar, who didn't look too happy. Brock had found out that Mike was the brand new GM of Smackdown. "Great, you're our GM, we are so fucked." Brock said, only to have Matt get in his face. "I wouldn't talk, Brock Lesbian, Mike here is the second most powerful force on this planet, next to Mattitude." Matt said, only to have Brock toss him aside. "Whatever, just don't screw with me. Oh and watch out for Paul Heyman, he's a vindictive asshole." Brock warned, before walking off.
Finally, Mike ran into Brian Kendrick, who was with Rey, practicing his skills. Mike knocked on the door, and Rey turned first, seeing Matt and some other guy. Rey suddenly clued in and recognized the other guy. "So, you're are new GM eh, whatever." Rey said, not really caring. "I'm needin to talk with Kendrick, so send him to my office in a few." Mike said, walking out as Brian began to wonder who the hell he was. Then the punching bag he had drop kicked came flying back into his face, and sent him flying into the wall, leaving him in a lot of pain.
Matt finally broke the silence as he and Mike walked down the hall. "So what exactly are you going to do the Kendrick?" Matt asked. "Well, I'm going to try and trade him off for either Jeff or captain Big Nose (Triple H)" Mike answered. "Matt, I got your coffee, no sugar, and special no fat soy-cream just like you asked." Shannon suddenly said, coming out of the blue. He stopped, right in front of them, and saw Mike with Matt. "Nooo, noo NOT AGAIN." Shannon yelled, tossing the coffee right at Mike, but missed and hit Matt. The coffee began to burn his face off, and Matt ran off towards the medics, screaming in pain.
"Great job, Moore-on. Just for that, you've got a 3 on 1 hell in a cell match against The Undertaker, Brock Lesnar, and The Big Show." Mike said. Shannon suddenly fell backwards as he realized he was the new GM. "NO, OH GOD PLEASE NO, I'LL GET MURDERED, I'LL END UP LOOKING LIKE JERICHO." Shannon begged, only to get kicked aside by Mike. "Too bad, so sad." Mike taunted, before walking off and letting Shannon cry.
Mike was on his way back to the GM office, when he saw Eric on a stretcher, looking as if he had been assaulted by a bunch of Stone Cold and JR fans. "My god Eric, what the hell happened to you, you look as if you've been beaten by a bunch of Stone Cold and JR fans!" Mike said, concerned. "I can see God." Eric replied, obviously suffering from head trauma. Eric was soon rushed towards the doctors, and Mike was left standing there. "Meh, like I care." Mike said, walking off towards his new office, and opening the door.
The office looked like a sandwich joint, with a large, Tim Horton's style display case set up, supplied with food. A court mallet and was supplied. And the chair was a risible barbershops chair. Mick Foley was standing on the side, looking quite pleased with his work. "Well Mick, I'm impressed. Here is your 40 dollars, and expect future calls." Mike said, Mick counting the money then giving Mike a handshake. "Have a nice day Mike." Mick finished, walking off and planning on spending his money.
Mike turned and got into his chair, and laughed, as he felt all-powerful. This was the beginning of his reign of terror. He began to laugh out loud, like Doctor Evil, when Brian walked in and startled Mike. "What the fuck, who said that you could disturb me?" Mike asked, raising his chair up to the point where he was a good height over the display case. "Um, you did." Brian replied. "Oh yah, that's right. Anyways I'm planning on trading you for either Jeff or Triple H." Mike said, gasping as Brian latched onto his leg and begged him not to. "Hey hey, its not so bad, Kylrane will be there. Plus if you don't, I'm putting you in a big match up against A-train." Mike threatened, suddenly relieved when he let go. "I've only to hammer out a deal with Kylrane, and then I'll ship you off." Mike said, slamming his mallet on the desk. "AND THAT'S FINAL." Mike finished, shooing Brian off.
Author's notes: Well, that about covers my getting used to Smackdown!. For all those huge Mick Foley fans, I brought him in, as my interior decorator. And for any Shannon fans, yes the match stands. So then, now all that's left is to compel you fine people to review. *Does the Jedi hand trick* You WILL review Under New Management...
Well now, you've heard from my partner, Kylrane, and read her writing, now it's my turn to write a bit (does a little dance). So in the last chapter, we gained ownership of the brands, and I tossed a paperweight at Eric Bischoff, who is now by personal servant. Anyways, in this chapter, I get used to the management life, and do make some "changes".
Chapter 2: Getting Used to Smackdown!
Mike walked out of the office, smiling and jumping for joy as he contemplated the evil things he could now do. He was just about finished when Kylrane tapped him on the shoulder. "Yes?" Mike asked, only to see her staring wide eyed. "Do you realize you just danced around in front of a crowd like a freaking lunatic?" Kylrane stated, waving her hand at the crowd. "I've done worst." Mike said as Bischoff tapped him on the shoulder, only to get punched in the nose. "Hey Bisch, who said you could touch the goods? Get the car started." Mike said, as Bischoff muttered about being the rightful Raw GM and not having to listen to a punk like him.
"So then, looks like you got the worst part of the deal Kylrane, you got stuck with The Rock and Raw." Mike taunted, only to receive a death glare from Kylrane. "So, you are stuck with A-Train and Paul Heyman." Kylrane replied, "You are stuck with Trish and her monkey boy Jeff." Mike replied, "You are stuck with - wait, you calling Jeff a MONKEY BOY?!" Kylrane yelled. "Well, if the shoe fits, wear it." Mike replied, a smug look on his face. Kylrane was about to beat the stuffing out of him when Jeff walked by. Simultaneously, both of the new GM's fangirls took over, and the charged towards Jeff, tackling him to the ground and yelling in high pitched voices about getting his autograph and wanting to do other stuff to him.
Stephanie grabbed Kylrane, and pulled Kylrane off of him, and Kylrane latched onto Mike, pulling him off. Jeff jumped up and ran away, screaming about being attacked by freaks, and running smack into a pole. Paramedics soon came and got him out of there, Jeff yelling and screaming as if he had been traumatized, which he probably had been. "Fine, we'll see whose show is better, but hear this Kylrane, Jeff will be mine." Mike said in an evil voice, a large darkness behind him. "Don't bet on it." Kylrane replied, with an equally dark darkness behind her. They walked off, laughing and cackling, leaving Stephanie in the middle, rubbing her head and contemplating hell. Mike walked off, laughing as he stepped into his limo, and saw a good friend in there. "Well now, it's about damn good time Stephanie made a good decision." Matt said, surprising Mike as he stepped out. Eric was none to happy about having to share a car with Matt, as he ditched Eric early on. Matt gave Mike a hug, and the two promptly got into the limo. The limo started off at high speed, and sent Mike flying into his seat. "HEY ERIC, I NOT PAYING YOU TO KILL ME." Mike yelled "YOUR NOT PAYING ME AT ALL." Eric yelled back, "Oh yeah...well still, DON'T KILL ME" Mike finished, with Eric yelling profanity.
"So Mike, how was managing Jericho." Matt asked, Mike still trying to shave off the chin hair left from the stupid beard, "Don't ask, let me just say this, as long as I live, I will never forgive Jericho." Mike said, as Matt quickly changed the subject. "So, how much to bribe you into giving me a World Title shot?" Matt asked, Mike laughing, "Beat John Cena and you've got it." Mike said, as the limo pulled up to the arena. Matt and Mike got out, and Eric followed out, grabbing all the bags from the limo and carrying them into the arena.
Mike got to his office shortly, and the first thing he did when he got there was just about puke. "Holy horse shit, it's so clean. So organized. It burns my eyes. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. Eric, get me my cell phone." Mike commaned, Eric reaching into a bag and tossing Mike a cell phone. "I'm going to hire the best Eric's money can buy." Mike said, Eric about to kill Mike, but held back by Matt. Two hours later, Mick Foley was in the room, with a tape measurer, and a fake decorator costume. Mike, Eric and Matt left him to his business, and walked off. "Okay Eric, I need you to find me Brian, I need to talk to him." Mike commanded, Eric flipping him off as he walked into another hall, and bumped into an old friend of his. "Well well, if it isn't Eric Bischoff, the man who traded me off." The Big Show bellowed, Eric falling backwards, screaming as Big Show started to toss him through stuff.
Meanwhile, Mike and Matt ran into Brock Lesnar, who didn't look too happy. Brock had found out that Mike was the brand new GM of Smackdown. "Great, you're our GM, we are so fucked." Brock said, only to have Matt get in his face. "I wouldn't talk, Brock Lesbian, Mike here is the second most powerful force on this planet, next to Mattitude." Matt said, only to have Brock toss him aside. "Whatever, just don't screw with me. Oh and watch out for Paul Heyman, he's a vindictive asshole." Brock warned, before walking off.
Finally, Mike ran into Brian Kendrick, who was with Rey, practicing his skills. Mike knocked on the door, and Rey turned first, seeing Matt and some other guy. Rey suddenly clued in and recognized the other guy. "So, you're are new GM eh, whatever." Rey said, not really caring. "I'm needin to talk with Kendrick, so send him to my office in a few." Mike said, walking out as Brian began to wonder who the hell he was. Then the punching bag he had drop kicked came flying back into his face, and sent him flying into the wall, leaving him in a lot of pain.
Matt finally broke the silence as he and Mike walked down the hall. "So what exactly are you going to do the Kendrick?" Matt asked. "Well, I'm going to try and trade him off for either Jeff or captain Big Nose (Triple H)" Mike answered. "Matt, I got your coffee, no sugar, and special no fat soy-cream just like you asked." Shannon suddenly said, coming out of the blue. He stopped, right in front of them, and saw Mike with Matt. "Nooo, noo NOT AGAIN." Shannon yelled, tossing the coffee right at Mike, but missed and hit Matt. The coffee began to burn his face off, and Matt ran off towards the medics, screaming in pain.
"Great job, Moore-on. Just for that, you've got a 3 on 1 hell in a cell match against The Undertaker, Brock Lesnar, and The Big Show." Mike said. Shannon suddenly fell backwards as he realized he was the new GM. "NO, OH GOD PLEASE NO, I'LL GET MURDERED, I'LL END UP LOOKING LIKE JERICHO." Shannon begged, only to get kicked aside by Mike. "Too bad, so sad." Mike taunted, before walking off and letting Shannon cry.
Mike was on his way back to the GM office, when he saw Eric on a stretcher, looking as if he had been assaulted by a bunch of Stone Cold and JR fans. "My god Eric, what the hell happened to you, you look as if you've been beaten by a bunch of Stone Cold and JR fans!" Mike said, concerned. "I can see God." Eric replied, obviously suffering from head trauma. Eric was soon rushed towards the doctors, and Mike was left standing there. "Meh, like I care." Mike said, walking off towards his new office, and opening the door.
The office looked like a sandwich joint, with a large, Tim Horton's style display case set up, supplied with food. A court mallet and was supplied. And the chair was a risible barbershops chair. Mick Foley was standing on the side, looking quite pleased with his work. "Well Mick, I'm impressed. Here is your 40 dollars, and expect future calls." Mike said, Mick counting the money then giving Mike a handshake. "Have a nice day Mike." Mick finished, walking off and planning on spending his money.
Mike turned and got into his chair, and laughed, as he felt all-powerful. This was the beginning of his reign of terror. He began to laugh out loud, like Doctor Evil, when Brian walked in and startled Mike. "What the fuck, who said that you could disturb me?" Mike asked, raising his chair up to the point where he was a good height over the display case. "Um, you did." Brian replied. "Oh yah, that's right. Anyways I'm planning on trading you for either Jeff or Triple H." Mike said, gasping as Brian latched onto his leg and begged him not to. "Hey hey, its not so bad, Kylrane will be there. Plus if you don't, I'm putting you in a big match up against A-train." Mike threatened, suddenly relieved when he let go. "I've only to hammer out a deal with Kylrane, and then I'll ship you off." Mike said, slamming his mallet on the desk. "AND THAT'S FINAL." Mike finished, shooing Brian off.
Author's notes: Well, that about covers my getting used to Smackdown!. For all those huge Mick Foley fans, I brought him in, as my interior decorator. And for any Shannon fans, yes the match stands. So then, now all that's left is to compel you fine people to review. *Does the Jedi hand trick* You WILL review Under New Management...