Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Feb 3, 2017 2:17:24 GMT -5
*The camera opens up in the big glass office of Mongo the Destroyer on the top of the XHF Headquarters in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Mongo sits at his desk doing paperwork, concentrating. Off to the side on a couch sits Mongo’s best friend, Bongo; he’s holding a clipboard and writing something on it. All is quiet and peaceful.*
Bongo: So….do you want to talk about it?
*Mongo doesn’t even look up, but it doesn’t matter because neither does Bongo.*
Mongo: Talk about what?
Bongo: You know…the incident.
*Mongo sighs, now properly distracted he sets his pen down and looks up at Bongo, who still is engrossed in his clipboard.*
Mongo: The incident? I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Bongo: Dang, the psychologist said this might happen.
Mongo: What psychologist? Stop skirting around, what are you talking about?
Bongo: Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that you held a big conference a month ago to announce that you are re-opening up the XHF, but as a parent company for fledgling feds and nobody asked any questions.
*Mongo looks sharply at Bongo.*
Mongo: That’s not true.
*Bongo gets up, puts the clipboard down and walks over to Mongo. He looks deeply into his friends eyes and grabs him by the shoulders.*
Bongo: Yes, Mongo, you held a big public an-
*Mongo swats Bongo away, agitated by the close contact.*
Mongo: Yeah, I know the press conference was an abject failure; I meant that there were questions asked.
Bongo: The only one I recall was one of the reporters asking if you had stolen your speech from a song.
Mongo: See, there were questions.
Bongo: You didn’t even answer him!
Mongo: Yeah, well, I wasn’t expecting someone to call me on it; people didn’t used to do that.
*Bongo walks back over to the couch and picks up the clipboard, putting some final touches on whatever is on it.*
Bongo: The world’s changing, there’s far less room for that sort of stuff.
Mongo: A world without music isn’t worth- What in the world are you working on that’s so darn important?
*Bongo gets a big smile on his face, takes the paper from his clipboard and slaps it on Mongo’s desk.*
Bongo: Your first fed application!
*Mongo pulls it close and looks at it.*
Mongo: Hmm…XHF: No Mercy…..
*He pushes the application back.*
Mongo: Rejected.
*Bongo gets wide eyed with shock.*
Bongo: WHAT?! Why not!?
*Mongo stands up and leans forward across the desk at his friend.*
Mongo: Because XHF: No Mercy was a crapshoot of awful matches, low-budget shows- heck, your last show didn’t even have any matches! And Randy “I’m Drunk All The Time” Angel was a main event talent!
Bongo: Yeah, but so was Evil-Borg!
Mongo: THAT’S RIGHT! REJECTED!
*Bongo quickly looks off to the side and talks to himself*
Bongo: …dangit, I knew I should’ve gone with Harry there.
*He looks back at Mongo.*
Bongo: Don’t you ever want this to start? Don’t you want the XHF name to live in one of the Network feds?
Mongo: I want both of those, but I want those things done right. Look, you own the rights to No Mercy; if you want to open it here, get a trustworthy co-signer and I’ll consider the application.
*Bongo takes the application off the desk.*
Bongo: Fine! I’ll get the best co-owner ever!
*He stomps off, like a child. Mongo sighs and sits back down, the weight of ever-mounting failure weighing on his shoulders as the camera fades.*
(OOC: If anyone wants to run XHF:NM, let me know [via personal message])
Bongo: So….do you want to talk about it?
*Mongo doesn’t even look up, but it doesn’t matter because neither does Bongo.*
Mongo: Talk about what?
Bongo: You know…the incident.
*Mongo sighs, now properly distracted he sets his pen down and looks up at Bongo, who still is engrossed in his clipboard.*
Mongo: The incident? I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Bongo: Dang, the psychologist said this might happen.
Mongo: What psychologist? Stop skirting around, what are you talking about?
Bongo: Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that you held a big conference a month ago to announce that you are re-opening up the XHF, but as a parent company for fledgling feds and nobody asked any questions.
*Mongo looks sharply at Bongo.*
Mongo: That’s not true.
*Bongo gets up, puts the clipboard down and walks over to Mongo. He looks deeply into his friends eyes and grabs him by the shoulders.*
Bongo: Yes, Mongo, you held a big public an-
*Mongo swats Bongo away, agitated by the close contact.*
Mongo: Yeah, I know the press conference was an abject failure; I meant that there were questions asked.
Bongo: The only one I recall was one of the reporters asking if you had stolen your speech from a song.
Mongo: See, there were questions.
Bongo: You didn’t even answer him!
Mongo: Yeah, well, I wasn’t expecting someone to call me on it; people didn’t used to do that.
*Bongo walks back over to the couch and picks up the clipboard, putting some final touches on whatever is on it.*
Bongo: The world’s changing, there’s far less room for that sort of stuff.
Mongo: A world without music isn’t worth- What in the world are you working on that’s so darn important?
*Bongo gets a big smile on his face, takes the paper from his clipboard and slaps it on Mongo’s desk.*
Bongo: Your first fed application!
*Mongo pulls it close and looks at it.*
Mongo: Hmm…XHF: No Mercy…..
*He pushes the application back.*
Mongo: Rejected.
*Bongo gets wide eyed with shock.*
Bongo: WHAT?! Why not!?
*Mongo stands up and leans forward across the desk at his friend.*
Mongo: Because XHF: No Mercy was a crapshoot of awful matches, low-budget shows- heck, your last show didn’t even have any matches! And Randy “I’m Drunk All The Time” Angel was a main event talent!
Bongo: Yeah, but so was Evil-Borg!
Mongo: THAT’S RIGHT! REJECTED!
*Bongo quickly looks off to the side and talks to himself*
Bongo: …dangit, I knew I should’ve gone with Harry there.
*He looks back at Mongo.*
Bongo: Don’t you ever want this to start? Don’t you want the XHF name to live in one of the Network feds?
Mongo: I want both of those, but I want those things done right. Look, you own the rights to No Mercy; if you want to open it here, get a trustworthy co-signer and I’ll consider the application.
*Bongo takes the application off the desk.*
Bongo: Fine! I’ll get the best co-owner ever!
*He stomps off, like a child. Mongo sighs and sits back down, the weight of ever-mounting failure weighing on his shoulders as the camera fades.*
(OOC: If anyone wants to run XHF:NM, let me know [via personal message])
