B-b-backstage, and we're inside the Jerm's office. He's writing on some paper that probably will fire Ace Hart, but the termination of Ace Hart is put on a halt as a rather loud and obnoxious knock/drum beat is heard on the door. Jerm looks up, somewhat upset that he can't get rid of Ace Hart earlier.
Jerm: "What!?"
Whoever's on the other side of the door finds this as an invitation to barge into the joint, and possibly tip over a planter on the way in. The door swings open, and of course, knocks over a planter. We pan over, and find that the awful drummer was none other than Rot.
Rot: "Ah... sorry about that plant."
Jerm: "What do you want... uh... Rot?"
Rot walks on over, and sits down in one of the chairs that are situated in front of the Jerm's desk.
Rot: "Well, let's skip all the bullshit, and cut down to the brass and tacks here, Mr. McMillon."
Jerm nods, telling him to get on with it already without really saying it.
Rot: "We both want something in W2K. Both are possibilities in the near future, if you agree to my proposal."
Jerm raises his eyebrows. Intrigued he is.
Rot: "You don't like Canadians, that's evident. And a certain Canadian who doesn't deserve the title he's desecrating is holding something I want. Now, before this here Canadian gets deported for snorting coke off your wife's ass, I would like to personally deport him myself with a boot to the ass that sends him back to Nova Scotia, or whatever igloo he resides from."
Jerm interrupts him to finish the equation.
Jerm: "You want the Impact title, by getting this title, you'll be taking care of Dante Cross. Correct?"
Rot puts on a cheesy grin.
Rot: "You're a smart man, McMillon. You give me a shot at the Impact title at My Bloody Valentine, and you'll have yourself one dead Canadian. Let's face it, the Impact title should be in the hands of an American, even though it sounds upsurdly ignorant, it still makes a little sense. And with that little sense, what perfect American would go for the Impact title? I mean, I was born in on of the first states to ratify the constitution, and I was raised in the FIRST state to ratify said document. I'm like, more American than American Gladiators and McDonalds!"
Jerm smirks, not amused by Rot's cheesy humor, but smirking at the fact that Dante Cross will be kicked back to Canada without his own direct effort. It's a perfect plan!
Jerm: "Alright Rot, you got yourself a deal. You destroy that idiot Canadian, and by doing so, you reap the benefits of the Impact title. At My Bloody Valentine, it'll be Rot versus Dante Cross!"
Rot jumps up, and shakes the Jerm's hand.
Rot: "Thanks McMillon, oh and, sorry about your plant, again."
Jerm waves it off.
Jerm: "Ah, it's fake anyway. But keep this between me and you, I still have Sef come in here every day, and water it for me."
Rot: "Genius. Well, I'm gonna go drink a beer, and maybe smash it over a little candy-cane suckin' faggot's head."
Rot turns, and exits the joint. Jerm sighs, and gets back to firing Ace Hart.
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