Fight Night General Manager Drew Jolson's Office

[EeL]

*Ayla rolls her eyes at him.*

Ayla: Whatever, a drooling suit monkey like you just proved that you're too dumb to handle FWA.

*She puts her hand into his face then walks off.*

[iMatt]

Drew shakes his head in disbelief.

[Anthony The Champ]

It's quiet in then office when all of a sudden, the door opens and in walks the superstar himself, Anthony Jackson. He's dressed in his usual expensive clothing, a back Armani suit/undershirt, shoes, and shade with the red armani tie. He walks up to the desk as he rolls his shoulders and brushes his shoulders off. He then looks towards Drew.

Jackson: Drew! Let's make this short and sweet. I know FWA has a draft coming up, and I want in.

[iMatt]

Drew: Of course! I understand that a man of your talent and fashion sense will want to be a part of this draft. I can assure you that you will be a part of the draft.

Drew pours Jackson a glass of Grey Goose and cranberry juice on the rocks.

[G-Rich]

G-Rich walks into the office clapping his hands. He looks at Anthony with a huge grin on his face.

G-Rich: Welcome back my friend, welcome back. I knew that it was only a matter of time before you came back to FWA.

G-Rich opens his arms to Jackson, making the notion of a hug.

[Anthony The Champ]

Anthony gets the drink from Drew and takes a sip before he hears clapping. Jackson turns around and sees his friend G-Rich. Anthony sets the drink down on the desk and turns towards his friend. He accepts the hug before he back up a little.

Jackson: Well, its G-Rich! How are you bro?

[G-Rich]

G-Rich glances down at his FWA Tag Team Title and then smirks back at Anthony.

G-Rich: Fine, as you can see. Ever since you left the Unholy Uprising has risen to the top and we've remained there. No one can stop us Anthony, we've got the top 4 titles in the FWA. Ryan hall is unbeatable, no one can even come close to give him a run for his money. We've wiped out all legitimate competition. Jillian De Silva, Ewan Edwards, Juvenille and Nate Richardson are all gone as a result of the Unholy Uprising. Now we're just facing some chumps that think they're hot shit. But I hope that you'll be back in the ring sometime soon.... and I hope that it isn't on the other side of the ring from me.

G-Rich smirks at Anthony.

[Anthony The Champ]

Anthony looked towards he tile with a smirk before looking one of his best friends in the eyes.

Jackson: Damn, so you guys been on a roll! I remember carrying around that strap you're holding. What was it, longest tag champs ever. Empire X is number one. But I am proud of you guys. But, as for me, I'm just signing up for the draft. If I come back, I will need a show to comeback to.

Anthony pulls down his shades a bit and gives a wink before pulling his shades back up.

[Nick-Meister]

*Nickolas Arsen comes in with a stunned look on his face. He lowers his sunglasses and tucks them onto his MGMT T-Shirt. He approaches Jackson, stares at him, and points towards the door.*

Arsen
"Get the fudge out!"

[G-Rich]

G-Rich lets out a groan.

G-Rich: Oh dear... not this again...

[Nick-Meister]

*Nickolas looks at G-Rich with a very suprised expression.*

Arsen
"What? Everyone knows I'm better than him! I'm just trying to save him the embarassment again!"

[G-Rich]

G-Rich: No you're not Nick, you suck. you're terrible and even worse, you're annoying. You have no need to be in here, we're just two ol' chums trying to reminisce. So once we're done you can come in and whine and complain about who's better, ok?

G-Rich tries to usher Arsen out of the room.

[Nick-Meister]

*Nickolas slaps G-Rich away.*

Nickolas
"Hey, get your hands off me. Do you know how much I had to pay for this t-shirt? None, because I met MGMT and they love me! I'm famous, so why can't I catch up with an old friend that isn't, mkay?"

[G-Rich]

G-Rich: Maybe i'm just speaking for Anthony here, but maybe it's because he doesn't like you? maybe it's because no one likes you? Hell, you actually had a partner who likes you, yet you turned on him! So hey, you can catch up with Anthony when I get done with my business with him.

G-Rich turns back to Anthony, but then whips back around to Arsen.

G-Rich: Famous? Ha, for what Nick? You're aren't the best FWA star, you aren't the most popular, nor are you the most hated. People don't care about you anymore, they've become tired by your presence. But hey, at least you aren't walking in trying to insult me anyone, huh?

G-Rich taps Nick gently on the cheek and gives him a cocky smile.

G-Rich: I knew you'd finally learn!

[Nick-Meister]

*Arsen gets angered by his nemisis' comments.*

Arsen
"Please. And people don't get sick of you? How many damn times have we seen this powerful white man with money gimmick? Ted DiBiase, I.R.S., JBL, everyone! Your just a rip, Rich. You can't keep fresh or in the main event spot, so you have to compete in the tag team division. You have to have someone carry you. Well, no one carries me, The Agent of Change, The Wiz Kid of The Wrestling Ring, The D.C. Disciple, The Charisma Omega, The Fight Night Fireball, the man putting his body on the line in battle royals, elimination chambers, three stages of hell, and street fights all to gain respect. I'm the man who puts fear into little kids and grandmothers. I am the one getting looks from the ladies and threats from the men. G-Rich, there is someone here with his lighter to relight his torch, get drafted onto Fight Night, and win the first ever FWA World Heavyweight Championship, and that is 'The Absolute' Nickolas Kennedy Arsen, making punk bitches like Anthony Jackson sing for Absolution since 2005. How about that for impact and attention?"