After Climax Control...
Christian: So, you're her manager.
Christian said to the man in a business suit. A man seen only in the background where Twisted Sister was concerned as of late. But considering the immense situation that had occurred earlier in the evening, he had been coerced, no, forced into stepping further out of the shadows to protect his 'investment'. The man stroked his goatee, and the boss man's eyes couldn't help but stray towards the slicked back hair on his head. Christian could but wonder if that was where the leftovers from the Exxon oil spill years ago went.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I would like to think myself as more of a ... caretaker. If you will."
Christian: "Caretaker."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Doctor, actually. Doctor Kraven Moorehead."
At the sound of his name, the immature subconscious in Christian's mind caused his to snort back a wave of laughter at the expense of the 'doctor' standing in front of him.
Christian: "You've got to be kidding."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: looked like he were about to swallow his chin with the indignity but he was a man of his time, or so he believed, so he chose to look the other way and ignore the slight on his given name.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I can assure you, Mister Underwood, that I am not 'kidding'. My parents were not known for their collective sense of humor, I assure you."
Christian looked at the man seated in front of him seriously.
Christian: "Fine, 'doctor'. Then so long as you're here, we can discuss fines and suspension for your, well let's just call her your client and remain politically correct."
Both men's eyes shifted to the corner of the room, behind where Doctor Kraven Moorehead: was seated. Curled up cross legged on a chair of her own was Twisted Sister, her cold, gray eyes staring at the African American Bratz doll in her hand.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "A fine I can perhaps understand Mister Underwood, but is a suspension really necessary, do you think?"
Christian: "Do I think? You can look me in the eye after what happened tonight and ask me that with a straight face?"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "It was just a little backstage ruckus. Quite common in this line of work as I am to understand."
Christian leaned hard against the edge of his desk to emphasize himself.
Christian: "She shattered a mirror with another woman's face and then used a steam iron to burn that same woman alive. Now I understand fights happen, but that was excessive. Even for professional wrestling."
There is a cackling sound behind the two men and they look again to see the topic of their conversation bent over backwards on the armrest of her chair, her feet kicking in glee at hearing of he evening's entertainment. Doctor Kraven Moorehead: turned back around and looked as if he had not a care in the world.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Fine. Even I can admit that things got a little out of hand..."
Christian raised his eyebrows at the choice of words.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Fine. A lot out of hand, but you must admit that if what was said was true, then she was entirely provoked."
Christian: "And you think that excuses her actions?"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Mister Underwood, as was explained when you signed Twisted Sister to a contract..."
Christian: "Excuse me, 'Doctor', but as I recall I was not the one who signed her to anything."
Twisted Sister: "Shame, shame."
They looked back at her and she was staring at Christian, her fingertip between her teeth.
Twisted Sister: "It's not polite to interrupt. Heh heh heh!"
Christian: "That was entirely Mark Ward's doing. I've just been left this week to clean up the mess."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I believe we can work this out like adults, sir. I will gladly pay any fine, but as for a suspension, I must remind you that she indeed was provoked. With quite a bit of unprovoked hostility I might add."
Christian sighed.
Christian: "Yes, well. That's Delia for you."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Perhaps then I can speak on Twisted Sister's behalf and possibly address that she has not been booked since the start of March."
Christian: "Well, we do have an opening next week. Azz N Class..."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I beg your pardon?"
Christian: "Name of a tag team."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: mouthed 'ah' and nodded.
Christian: "They asked me about getting a match, but I'll be damned if I risk assigning any other Bombshell to be Twisted Sister's partner."
Twisted Sister: "Awwwwww!"
Twisted Sister pouted with her bottom lip out, tightening her grip on the Bratz doll in her hands.
Christian nodded in her direction.
Christian: "Yeah, life's a bitch, ain't it?"
Christian looked at Doctor Kraven Moorehead: again.
Christian: "I guess what I can do is split the team and sign one of the members to wrestle Twisted Sister. Perhaps Torielle Jackson. She's the biggest of the two women and she should give your ... 'client' a good fight. You're just going to have to be careful."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Might I ask why?"
Christian: "Well for one thing, Torielle does have a tag team partner who will most likely be in attendance. Chances are if Twisted Sister gets too out of hand, her partner might step in. Also, the Mean Girls."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "What abut them?"
Christian: "Doctor, if that is your real name, if you think the Mean Girls are going to lay back and take what happened tonight lying down..."
Christian shook his head.
Christian: "Even I have to admit that those women aren't the kind to turn the other cheek. Chances are Twisted Sister is going to have to watch her back."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: sat back in his chair and laced his fingers together.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "A trifle concern. But one thing at a time. First Twisted Sister will focus on this miss Torielle Jackson. I am certain after what happens to the poor young woman, these so-called Mean Girls will think twice about trying to further things with Twisted Sister."
Twisted Sister: "Uhhh ohhhhh!"
The men turned to look and see that Twisted Sister was holding her doll's body in one hand, and the head in the other. She had popped it right off and was now trying to fix it. She gritted her teeth in a twisted grin and snickered while stealing a glance the her doctor and Christian.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: turned back to the boss and smiled satisfactorily.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I could not have put it better myself."
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