O. T. T.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD FUCKIN MORNING GODDAMMIT!"

The wide-eyed face of Sil Frigida shouts into the lens of the camera recording him. He's seated in what looks to be the black leather interior of a Maserati Gran Tourismo, as he's dressed down in a black fitted hat with the words "KILL IT" on the front. It's slightly crooked on his head, and he's also sporting a black tank with the words "WHATEVER IT TAKES" printed across the collar. He peers his vision back towards the road in front of him.

"WE ARE ON OUR WAY TO..... Where are we off to babe?"

His voice is directed towards whomever is recording him.

"Burger King..."

The feminine, foreign accent of a woman quietly responds back to him.

"WE ARE ON OUR WAY TO BURGER KING GODDAMMIT!"

At this point, you can hear the loud rumble of the powerful V8 engine under the hood of the Maserati. From the drivers side window, horns blare from the multiple vehicles that Sil zips by that make the viewer feel as if they have an astigmatism.

"So I told everybody what was gonna happen. I told everybody that I was going to handle my business and make an example out of my opposition, AND I DID JUST THAT. Nearly twenty years out of the game and everyone had ALL sorts of shit to say about Sil Frigida. "Sil's too slow", "Sil don't got it anymore.", "Sil's too old", "Sil's all show.". Well HEIDI HEIDI HO GODDAMMIT! I think I did just what I set out to fuckin do, and that is put the ENTIRE ROSTER on notice. I've got to tip my hat to Devil Man though, uhh... Sky Edwards. That kid has a lot of heart and he fights like he's the love child of Jason Bourne and Spider Man, but Spidey... when you're in the ring with a three hundred and fifteen pound giant PHYSICS come into play, and they did just that when I kicked your face in!"

After tailgating a tractor trailer with the words "SWIFT" on the trailer, Sil makes a slipshod lane change to the middle of the three lane expressway.

"Fuckin' SWIFT thinks they can ride the hammer lane. Hey! ASSHOLE!"

Sil rolls his window down, throwing a Diet Coke bottle as the aerodynamics from the Maserati to the Freightliner Cascadia cause the bottle to fly up to the windshield of the tractor. The remainder of the Coke in the bottle splatter across the truck's windshield, and the trucker lays down on his air horn.

"YEAH, WELL FUCK YOU TOO BITCH!" Sil shouts as he throws his hand out the window, waving a tattoo covered bird. He then proceeds to lay down on the gas, yet again, diagonally weaving through three cars with careless, yet accurate precision.

"What is with these cars on the road today babe? Jeeeeeeeesus! They need to learn how to drive!"

"Yup..." Sil's lady murmurs.

"Anyways... I noticed something while we were up in Bridgeport last week. I noticed that none of you even acknowledged my presence. I arrived, kicked ass, and left without an eyeball pondering my way. Now, I know that when you see a big motherfucker like me in the flesh, the aura changes. You cause a lot of static and negative energy on video, just to get punked in person. I'm not here to make friends with ANY of you, but the most fatal mistake you can make is to not acknowledge a sleeping giant. Come hell or high water, everyone is gonna take note. I can go from the bottom to the top of this business with the flip of the switch, and I guarantee that is exactly how everything will play out. I will run through this company like foreign water through a fuckin tourist GODDAMMIT!"

"Babe... you're going to miss the exit."

In the fast lane of steady, yet heavy traffic Sil makes an immediate lane change without thought, nor a turn signal. He then revs the Maserati up, and drives inches towards the bumper of a Toyota Camry, changing lanes again, and zipping directly in front of a beat up Crown Victoria. The driver of the Crown Vic lays down on their horn, as Sil makes a last ditch effort to get to the exit. He rides through the gore point, cutting off another vehicle that just exited the expressway. Somehow through all of this, Sil's lady remains emotionless; recording all of the action.

"YEEYUH!" Sil triumphantly shouts. He then proceeds to make a right turn in front of an oncoming car, hammering down on the throttle as the rear tires squeal; the Maserati letting out another roar. After going about a quarter mile down the road, the car rocks violently after making a slight right turn. Sil's lady then shows the view from the front windshield. We see that there is a square blue and tan building, ala Burger King in front of where they are driving.

"WE ARE HERE AT BURGER KING!"

Sil loudly exclaims with a macho roar. The perception of hunger can be distinguished by his tone. He zips into the drive-thru, which luckily isn't too busy. Only one car is in front of him placing their order.

"So... in case any of you haven't got the clue yet... ANYBODY, ANYWHERE, ALL CALL OUTS ARE MANDATORY GODDAMMIT! If I have go up and down the roster and leave your paper champions laying lifeless in the center of the ring, I WILL. Even if I have to go on a bum crushing spree and take out the likes of Dean Rose, then I guess I'll just have to do what I gotta do and beat the dog piss out of that BLOODY DOSSER! If I even have to go over to Anarchy, or what I like to call the BUSCH LEAGUE, and I beat EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. YOU. into a comatose state in order to get my respect.... I FUCKING WILL, GODDAMMIT!"

At this point a raged up Sil Frigida is almost pounding on the steering wheel. Somehow, his wife... girlfriend... sidepiece or whatever she is holds the camera completely still.

"Because I am the man, right babe?"

As he seemingly gets a hold of himself, he calmly asks her.

"Yup."

She simply answers back in her foreign accent. At this point, the car in front of them has cleared the intercom. There is now a car behind them that begins to sit on their horn.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

"FUCK YOU!"

Sil shouts as he extends a meaty hand out the window to yet again flip another person off. They must've got the point, as they laid off their horn after receiving the telltale bird covered in tribal ink. Sil begins to pull up to the call box.

"Thank you for choosing Burger King, home of the Whopper! How may I take your order?"

A young feminine voice asks over the loudspeaker.

"Yes... I will get SIX DOUBLE WHOPPERS with DOUBLE CHEESE! And... what do you want babe?"

"Just a lettuce wrapped Whopper..."

She answers with her usual, subtle, Icelandish accent.

"ONE LETTUCE WRAPPED WHOPPER, GODDAMMIT!"

There was a long pause between Sil's voice, and the Burger King employee. Apparently he scared her away from taking his order. Sil was growing somewhat frustrated with the delay, until the voice of another person broke the silence.

"So, I have six double Whoppers with double cheese, and one lettuce wrapped Whopper? What would you like to drink with those?"

"TWO SUPER SIZED DIET COKES!"

Sil shouted at the intercom.

"... Thank you sir, I'll have your total at the second window."

Sil begins to pull around the side, before he pulls behind the car that was in front of him earlier. He looks as if he's about to speak again, before the tone of "X Gon Give it to Ya" interrupts him. Sil reaches for his iPhone 12 that is mounted on the A/C, and hit's the "answer" dial on the screen.

"WHAT'S UUUUUUUUUUP JENNY!?"

"Sil! I just wanted to let you know that everybody is in the break room ready for the meeting."

"Hell yeah! Looks like I'll be there in abouuuuuut.... Thirty minutes!"

".... Sounds grrrrreat, Sil... I'll let them know you'll be here soon!"

"YEEYUH! Go get em' Jenny!"

Sil dismisses the phone call with the press of a button, and proceeds to pull up to the second drive thru window. The male employee at the window seems in awe, and shock at the size of the man in the car.

"Sir... total comes out to.... Fifty-five ninety seven."

He says, very nervously.

"KEEP THE CHANGE."

Sil says, tossing the kid a one hundred dollar bill.

"But, sir... I."

"JUST KEEP IT! WE'RE HUNGRY AND I GOT PLACES TO BE GODDAMMIT!"

The kid doesn't hesitate to take the Ben Frank, and hands Sil two bags, along with two very large drinks. He then proceeds to pull off from the window; punching down on the throttle and zooming off on a side-street, as the Maserati lets out a loud roar.

.::// Chapter 002 \\::.
04.22.21
1140 Hours
ELITE NUTRITION MAIN HEADQUARTERS
Largo, Florida

Largo, Florida is the home of an up and coming supplement brand called ELITE Nutrition & Athletics. From pre-workout powders, creatine, and every other supplement that you take to impress some chick in the gym that you aren't going to hit, ELITE supplies it. It's owned and operated by a man from Los Angeles, California named Sil Frigida. You may know him from somewhere. For the past year ELITE has taken over the bodybuilding and nutrition world, and is now in the process of developing their sports agency branch. From bodybuilders, boxers, and mixed martial artists, ELITE houses some of the best young, and supreme talent across the world.

Inside of the ELITE warehouse, a group of about sixty ELITE personnel overcrowded the break room; all talking among themselves. Keir Johnson, a sales representative that had the reputation of being a "jokester" and "class clown" type was standing by the door way doing mock poses in front of five fellow employees.

"Whatever it takes Goddammit!" he said with a grunt as his somewhat slender frame did a front double bicep pose, apparently mocking his boss. The group chuckled at his antics. Besides Keir trying to make light of the situation at hand, everyone else seemed on the edge; irritated. Here they've been waiting for over an hour now for Sil to arrive to this "mandatory" meeting that he called for. What better way to lead by example than to be late to your own meeting, right babe?

Darko was standing in the back of the room, his massive arms crossed together as he rocked a white "ELITE Nutrition" polo shirt to go with some skinny designer jeans and some nice looking crocodile shoes. He's looking like he skinned a crocodile right out of the pond behind the building. He's parallel to a brick shithouse of a female, Pauline Craddock. She's wearing a pink "ELITE" tanktop that shows off her beastly physique. To pair with that, she has on some white skin-tight jeans and a pink pair of Nike Air Max 3's. They seem to be having a nice, yet bothered conversation between one another.

"Been waiting over hour for this MAN..." Darko expressed with his thick, foreign accent, glancing down at his smartwatch. The German seemed to be irritated, and Pauline seemed to concur. She nodded her head in agreement, making the veins shoot out her neck; as if any moment now they will explode like a pipeline under intense pressure.

"That's Sil for ya!" she expressed, and like his name was the Bat-Signal calling Batman, not a moment less goes by that the door bursts open. It opened with so much force that Keir Johnson, who was in the process of a rear lat spread directly in front of the door was catapulted into the group he was playing a charade for. All six employees toppled to the floor like bowling pins. Every other fifty-some heads in the break room shot their attention to the door in a chain reaction.

"GOOD FUCKIN' MORNING, GODDAMMIT!" a man built like a tank dominantly expressed as he walked sideways through the door frame. He looked down at the carnage that was set in front of him, raising an eyebrow. A stunned Keir looked up at the big man dazed, as blood oozed from his nose. The class clowns gathered themselves to check on their friend, who's now covering his face and grunting in pain. Sil seemed to care less, and turned his attention toward the room. He was like an instant dose of Zoloft to the crowd, as some kiss-asses jumped to their feet in a round of applause, smiles etched across their faces as they embraced the big man. He shook the hand of Jenny Watson, the Human Resources Manager of ELITE, whom he spoke to earlier on the phone.

"Siiiiiiil!" she happily expressed, as she tried to go in for a hug. She grabbed nothing but air, and nearly stumbled over her own feet, and over the fallen Keir, as Sil was already over to giving out a bro hug to Scotty Watts. "What's uuuuuuuuup brotha!?" the big guy asked with his boastful, dominant voice that was heard across the room.

"My D O DOUBLE G!" Watts enthusiastically expressed, as he too was pretty enthralled to see Sil. The two men go way back to their Indy days, where both men had to work their way through numerous companies to get to the top. Nowadays, they rarely ever meet up, so moments like this was special to the two. Sil walked past Mikey towards the center of the room; his presence instantly granting him the respect he carried by his business partners, and employees as everyone scurried back to their seats. For those who couldn't find a seat, they took position against the wall. Sil wasted no time getting down to business, and he didn't have the time to kiss ass and shake the hand of every damn employee in the building.

"So TODAY we have MAJOR NEWS, GODDAMMIT!", Sil exclaimed; wide-eyed, as he peered over the dozens of eyes observing his. You wouldn't think that the man called for a ten AM meeting, and showed up almost two hours late. He began to march over to where there was a dry erase board posted up in the center of the off-white drywall. Other than some aged writing that was unintelligible to read at this point, the board looked as if it hadn't been used in months.

Sil proceeded to grab a marker that was on the plastic folding table staged in front of him with one mastodon of a right arm. He shook the flimsy piece of plastic, nearly causing the twelve hundred dollar projector that was sitting on it to fall off. Sil seemed to give not one fuck. "We have TWO major products that we are bringing to the ELITE PLATFORM!" he said, as he started to write in large print. "We have our new pre workout called KILL IT!" as he wrote the words "KILL" followed by "IT" as wide as the whole state of Florida could see. "I want my sales team to SELL THE FUCK OUT OF THIS SHIT, GODDAMMIT!" He seemed to make his point, as a few dead-set serious eyes in the back nodded their heads in agreement.

"Next up we have my FAVORITE. It's ALL DAY YOU MAY! The name SAYS IT ALL! You can drink that shit ALL. DAY. LONG! Twenty-four hours a DAY! Wake up in the morning, and blurlurlurlurlurp! Drink that shit! Get your BCAA's and VITAMINS! FEED THE BODY ALL. DAY. LONG GODDAMMIT!" He scribbled "ALL DAY YOU MAY" right below "KILL IT" that again was big as shit. Now, the entire dry erase board was covered with six words. "If you have to ask, then here's your answer, SELL. THAT. SHIT! YEEEEEYUHHH!" Sil dropped the marker back onto the table like he was center stage dropping a mic. The room, for the most part started laughing, as Sil, himself chuckled. A few people in the back followed up with Sil with a "Yeeeeeyuh!" of their own.

The big man then directed his attention back to the room. "Now onto bigger fish to fucking fry GODDAMMIT! We have a big named competitor trying to TAKE. US. DOWN. They are known as EVOLVE ATHLETICS!" as he says the company name, a few boo's can be heard in the room. You can basically get a clue of how they run business here at ELITE, no fucks given! Sil follows along with the boo's as he twirls his massive right arm in a circular motion, before leaning over the plastic table and cupping his hand over his ear. The booing in the room gets louder, before a loud crash is heard coming from the front of the room.

The projector bumped against Sil's massive frame, and with the inertia and force of a three hundred plus pound beast going against it, it fell to the floor. Various pieces of the projector were dispersed across the room.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Everyone in the room cringed at the sight of the projector breaking. Like they just witnessed a Lamborghini being compacted at a junkyard. Sil looked down at the once high value piece of equipment, and shrugged.

"Welp! That sounded expensive!" he said before chuckling. The room nervously began to laugh along with him, as their bossman just casually broke a projector that cost more than the janitors car and seemingly didn't give a shit. Jenny, the HR lady from earlier rushed to get down on her knees and pick the projector from off the solid concrete floor.

"Everyone give it up for JENNNNNAY!" Sil exclaimed, as the room began to follow his lead in an applause. The pale skin tone of her face immediately turned a flush red before turning towards the crowd with the projector, and pacing out of the room. "Where would you all be without that lady right there, right? That right there is the definition of doing WHATEVER IT TAKES to get the JOB DONE. Am I right?"

The room was in agreement, as a horde of "Yup's" joined together in conjunction.

"NOW what was I saying about EVOLVE? Oh, yeah... EVOLVE ATHLETICS tried to send a top boxing prospect to my gym to KNOCK. ME. OUT. Well... needless to say that didn't turn out to work in their favor! I sent that kid home with his tail tucked BETWEEN. HIS. LEGS!"

"YEEEEAH!" a random employee shouted out.

"Now I'd show you what I did to the kid, but it looks like I destroyed our projector." He chuckled, as the room followed along with him. "But anyways... EVOLVE IS. NOT. DONE! They have signed three of the hottest bodybuilders on the PLANET! Jimmy DIXON, Mike O' HAIRE, and RICK COLEMAN! VERY. BAD. NEWS!" He exclaimed, waving around his meaty arms around like an air traffic controller. "BUT... I have something for EVOLVE. I'm willing to take them out with my very own hands GODDAMMIT! You see last week I made my return to the squared circle, and if any of you have been paying attention then you KNOW what the outcome was." Sil pointed at Watts. "Pull up Youtube, Watts!"

Mikey reached for a remote that was on the table where the projector once sat. He flicked on a sixty inch flat-screen that was mounted in the far right corner of the break room. From there, he fidgeted with a few apps on the TV before putting it to Youtube.

"Just put my name in the search bar, brotha!" He said to Watts, as he did just that. From there, a thumbnail showing Sil's hand being raised by referee Chaz Bobo was visible to the room, and beside the thumbnail it read, "Sil Frigida Wins His XWF Debut" Watts didn't need Sil's decree, and knowingly selected the thumbnail. The room watched as Sil did his finishing move, One Day You May to Slash Hopkins from the top rope. The room let out a massive "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" watching the destructive maneuver break his opponent in half.

"BAHHHH GAWWWWWD!" Dale Burnside, the Chief Marketing Strategist of ELITE said with a cringe; nearly falling out of his chair.

"OH HE DEAD!" Alonzo Peterson, the newest sales rep of ELITE followed up with Dale, and shouted out. The room, including Sil laughed at his reaction before they watched Sil pin Hopkins for the three count. The room roared, applauding Sil on his victory. Upon the uproar in the break room, the door creaked open. Like a scene from out of The Three Stooges, a head full of black hair popped it's head into the room to peep the surroundings. He could see Sil standing there, his arms spread out wide as he took in the energy from the room.

"Pfft... Hey, Sil!" the man exclaimed under his breath. Somehow, over the commotion Sil audibly heard his name, as he turned his attention towards the door.

"EVERYONE, give it up for BIG PUSSAYYYY, GODDAMMIT!" At this point any effort that Salvatore "Big Pussy" Malenga had made to stay confidential was blown. He received an ovation from the crowd, and proceeded to enter the room.

"Thank you... thank you." He forcefully expressed, before setting his eyes back on Sil. He's the lead agent at ELITE, so nearly every sponsor, and athlete that is affiliated with ELITE knows Sal. "This man right here ain't been bustin ya balls too hard, has he?" he said in his thick, rusty New Jersean accent; pointing at Sil. From Sil's point of view, he knew what the look Salvatore was giving him meant... business.

"ALRIGHT GODDAMMIT! I want every one of you to do WHATEVER IT TAKES to make ELITE, ELITE! I want my sales team to SELL. I want my sponsors to KILL THAT SHIT! Look your best on stage and BRING HOME THAT DOUBLE U, GODDAMMIT! Alright? Now get the fuck out of my break room and make that SCHMONEY! YEEEEYUH!" Like a militant hoo-rah, the congregation of ELITE concurred with a final >"Yeeyuh!" as almost everyone immediately made a break for the door. This lead to a returning Jenny Watson nearly becoming trampled by the stampede of personnel that was leaving, as she bumped into Darko, Pauline Craddock, and ELITE newcomer Mark Morgan. The impact sent her flying into a wall in the main corridor. Poor Jenny. Darko assisted her as she gasped from the impact.

"Sorry madam." Darko expressed, as Pauline followed up with an apology of her own. Mark Morgan, the new guy, seemed to care less as he made a B-Line towards the exit.

"Watts, follow me will ya?" with a clipboard clutched between Puss's right arm and his bulk, he eyed the two before waiting for the room to clear out. The three men then left the break room, and down the long hallows of ELITE Nutrition.

"So what's up, Puss..." Sil said, for the first time today he seemed to be genuinely relaxed when he spoke. As they walked further through the main corridor, the audible beep of a forklift could be heard backing up, as they crossed through three large windows that displayed the warehouse.

"So here's the juice... XWF just sent me an e-mail with some very important information concerning your next match." Puss said in his robust accent.

"Ohhh shit!" Sil exclaimed, putting his hands into the pockets of his "SELF MADE" shorts. Salvatore reached into his pocket, pulling out a badge that he put up against a sensor next to a solid orange steel door that granted him access inside of the warehouse. This is where the real fun happens at ELITE. As the door opened, the buzz of production machinery, horns, and forklift engines were prominent on the eardrums. Both Sil and Watts resembled superheroes entering the distribution area as they had to walk sideways through the door.

Inside the heart of the warehouse, the temperature was as hot as any other warehouse on a humid Florida day. The production line was at full capacity as raw materials could be seen flowing through multiple conveyor belts. The scent of something sweet mixed with the stench of propane was strong on the nostrils, as they paced through the production area, and into the picking and loading zone. A well built man with an ELITE t-shirt with some black Adidas basketball shorts zipped by on a rider pallet jack, beeping his horn before crossing. Safety first! After walking by a staging area where pallets full of product were shrink-wrapped to be loaded onto a few tractor trailers docked outside, and multiple forklifts buzzing in and out of the trailers, the men made a left towards another solid orange door. Before leaving the loading dock, Sil stopped to make his presence known to the boys hard at work.

"WHAT'S UUUUUUUUUUUP!?" Sil loudly shouted out at Lomas Garcia, the Warehouse Lead that was standing by a computer that was set up in the center of the staging area, by multiple racks of product. Lomas reached out and gave Sil a big hug. Hows it possible to hate this guy?

"Sil! The fuck you doin here, papa?" the middle aged hispanic man said.

"Had to see how much of my shit y'all fuckin up! I checked the numbers last night and we had over ten thousand dollars in losses!"

"... REALLY?!" Lomas didn't seem to be all fun and games anymore. He looked as if he was about to piss his pants.

"Nahhhh, just fuckin' with ya brotha!" Sil laughed, as the rustled look on Lomas face turned to a still worrisome smile.

"Hah... hah! You had me about to shit myself migo!" Lomas said with bloodshot eyes. Looked like the man hadn't had any sleep in a week. Here at ELITE, production has been pumping out product left and right. Never in a million years did Sil think that he could run a business like this, but people love to buy bullshit off a motherfucker that they believe is keepin it one hundred. A few of the loaders on the loading dock stopped by to meet with Sil. After a few telltale "What's up brotha's" and pictures with the warehouse men, Salvatore was starting to become impatient with his nephew.

"This mamaluke always gotta stop and be a chiacchierone with everybody in the muddafuckin building!" Sal said in the direction of Watts. He seemed pretty amused at Puss's frustration. "HEY! SUPASTAH! C'mon! We got places to be!"

"Alriiiight... Alright Goddammit... Look at this guy. Thinkin he Don Corleone over here." Sil said to his employee's. They all seemed to chuckle under their breath, making it unaware that he was talking about Puss. "Yall keep up the hard work and I'll give you all dollar raises by the end of the quarter, goddammit! KILL IT!"

"Absolutely! Mr. Frigida!" a skinny, enthralled employee said out of the group of about five laborers.

"Ahh... Just call me Sil, brotha!" he said, and began to walk back towards his colleagues.

"Jesus Christ, Sil! Who yous think yous are? Trump? Muddafucka I'm on borrowed time here! I got a flight back out to Jersey in two hours!" a fuming Puss said, glancing down at his watch. Not the first guy that's done that today.

"If you miss your flight I'll reimburse you, brotha... simple as that."

"Hey I'm your uncle ya strunz! Not ya damn brotha!" Puss said, causing Sil to laugh in his face. Without further ado the men walked into the next room with the swipe of Sil's badge. A whiff of ice cold, refrigerated air hit them as they walked into a wide diameter room that was lit up bright with LED lighting. There was a large conference table in the middle of the room, which looked to seat over thirty, and two large couches set off to the left, and right of the room. On the back wall, stood a massive eighty five inch SONY Smart Television that was playing a re-run of Sports Center.

"I don't understand why you hold those big ass meetings in that small ass waiting room." Watts stated his opinion towards Sil. "Especially with this COVID shit going on, and no masks..."

"Because FUCK COVID Mikey!" Sil retorted. "C'mon, you go to the gym everyday, and you're afraid of catching a cold? Besides, this room... right here... is the V I P! Yeeeyuh!"

Watts casually chuckled at Sil's response, and kept it at that. Each of the men took a seat at the conference table, peering their eyes at Big Puss, who apparently has some important news.. Sil, reclined back in his luxurious office chair and rolled his chair caddy-corner to the table, to where he reached his right arm out to a phone that was directly in front of him. Hitting the "conference" button, followed by dialing two numbers, there was an audible ring... followed by another...

"ELITE Nutrition..." a ladies voice was heard throughout the room.

"JENNNNAAAAYYY! My FAVORITE HUMAN RESOURCES LADY!" Sil bellowed as he was leaning far back in the chair, propping up both of his feet on the conference table to display his Gucci Hi-Tops.

"Sil! Are you wondering what I did with the projector?" Jen asked, with a hint of worry.

"FUCK THAT PROJECTOR, GODDAMMIT!" he said, while waving his arms. "Can YOU send VICTORIA down here to the west wing with a gallon jug of sweet tea All Day You May? I need six scoops."

"You got it, Sil. Want me to pencil in some lunch as well?" Jen had the nerve to ask. Sil lived by the motto eat big to get big. Offering him food was like offering him a million dollars.

"THE FUCK IF I DON'T. Whaddasay boys, subs? Ye or Ne?" Sil asked to his colleagues, with a sleek grin. The motherfucker loved to eat.

"Ye.", Watts concurred.

"Sil I don't have time to..." Puss impeded with the other four, before he was cut off by Sil.

"We'll take SIX TUNA SANDWICHES and ONE Capicola for Puss..."

"I'll have it coming up soon, Sil."

"Thanks hon, you're the REAL M V P around here!"

"Awww... thanks Sil, you're so sweet."

"Yes ma'am! Now lets get this shit rollin!"

"Ten four, boss!"

Sil punched his meaty index finger down onto the conference button once more, immediately shifting his eyes towards Salvatore.

"Speak..." he said with an extended right arm aimed in Puss's direction.

"Sil, how the FUCK are you gonna eat SIX FUCKIN HOAGIES? And don't try to appease me with some GABAGOOL!"

"YOU GOTTA EAT BIG TO GET BIG GODDAMMIT!" Sil shouted back at Puss. "Now tell me what you're bringing me down here for..."

Pussy rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh. He rolled his chair over to the laptop that was in front of him, before flipping it open. He then grabbed a remote, and switched the television to display the laptops screen. He pulled up a PowerPoint presentation that displayed the XWF logo on the front of it that also presented a graphic that said "MAYDAY! At Ye Ole' Commune!"

"Your old ass actually made this?" Sil looked at Sal with raised brows.

"What part of "I got an e-mail this morning" did you not understand ya JAMOKE? The XWF sent this to me this morning!"

"Ahh... Okay."

Sal continued his orchestration, as if he was the maestro of the building. He grabbed another remote on the table that dimmed the lights in the room. He began clicking away on the laptop once again; flipping through multiple pages, until he landed on a specific screen that read "THE KING DOC OPEN INVITATIONAL BATTLE ROYALE" in large block letters. The poster displayed was an image of two men grabbing eachother by the wrists.

"The fuck is this..." Sil said under his breath. Puss rubbed his hands together, sporting a sheepish grin before looking right at Sil.

"I was able to talk em' into putting you into this... Battle Royale. You win, you get a Universal Title shot."

"FUCKIN PUSS! YOU THE MOTHAFUCKIN' BOSS HOG! I KNEW YOU WERE GOOD FOR SOMETHIN' YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"HEY, Without me, you'd be still be on a bingo hall stage oiled up lookin like a finook!"

"Oh! You got jokes Puss! Get on with this bullshit!"

There was a brief chuckle between Puss and Sil. They both enjoyed some brash jabs between each other. If you weren't familiar with the two, you'd think they were about to come to blows half the time. Salvatore flipped over to the next page, which displayed a oiled up guy in tights. The name above him displayed, "Mickey Kinkade".

"Speakin' of finooks..." Sil said, which caused all three to chuckle.

"His names Mickey Kinkade. Hasn't won a fight in XWF. Nothin much to say about the guy, other than he got a shot at the champ in only his second fight."

"The fuck..." said a nearly speechless Sil.

"Oh yeah, and... he got a ‘thing' for the Stugots... if you know what I mean."

"You don't say..." Watts chimed in.

Puss wasted no time going to the next slide. This slide showed a female; blonde hair, blue eyes, very slender in size.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, WOOOOOOOAH. Stop!" Sil puts a hand up, his facial expression showing complete disbelief. "What the fuck is this, Puss? Are you bustin' my balls brotha?"

"Silvio, for the last time, I'm not your maddafuckin brotha... I been handling your shit since you was in diapers."

"Nah, fuck that shit Puss! This is a fuckin' broad your showin' me! What kind of weird shit is this you got me going into? You already had me booked to fight a meth head and a damn Satanic schizophrenic lunatic who jumped around the ring like a fucking spider-monkey. This can't be real, Goddammit!"

"Yeah, you gotta fight some broads too Sil... hate to break it to ya."

Sil's in disbelief. He takes off his hat, and wipes at his slicked hair; leaning back in the office chair.

"I'm gonna break this bitch in half if I touch her. Then come the lawsuits, then come the negative media. Puss! What kind of freak show are you getting me into?" Sil says leaning over; pounding on the desk.

"Nobodies gonna say shit, Silvio! Just go in there and throw the broad over the top rope, and nobody will say shit. You want that championship belt, right?"

"Ugh... fuck... man..." Sil puts his hand on his chin, looking up at the screen which displays a large photo of the female with the words "Jenny Myst" over it.

"Jenny Myst, huh... Sounds like a porn star." Watts chimed in with a smile. He then proceeds to pull out his phone. "If y'all don't mind, I'm going to do some... 'research' on ole Jenny Myst." he said. He gets a chuckle out of Sil, who's still lost in his thoughts trying to register what he's doing in the XWF.

"This is starting to become an absolute circus Puss. Let's keep it real for a second, here... What the fuck do I look like beating up on a bunch of women?"

"Look, Sil, take it or leave it. Half of the people that you're fighting in this Battle Royale thing are gonna be females. But, that's the luxury of getting to the top of this business. Easy money. When you're the champ nobodies gonna remember that you fought in an intergender Battle Royale. Just go out there, ragdoll these PUTTANAS, and get it over with! Besides, who the fuck cares what people think about you? You're SIL FRIGIDA."

"One day you may baby!" Watts, again chimes in while eyeing his phone with a mile-wide grin. Sil looks at the TV for a second, before nodding his head.

"I guess you got a point Puss. Who's next?"

Puss turns the slide to a Gothic looking female with blue hair, and a very pale skin tone. Sil's face cringes at the sight.

"Here we go again..." Sil murmurs. "How many of these Devil's rejects do I have to put in the ground?"

"Her names Lycana. She's been around XWF for awhile, according to my research. She's..."

"Just another chick that has no business in the ring with me. Next."

Without protest, Puss does as Sil says and turns the slide over to the visual of another female with dirty blonde hair.

"Betsy Granger..." Sil murmurs. "Is there ANY men in this match?"

"You shouldn't underestimate her, Sil. She's apparently engaged with a Hall of Famer of the company."

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! Look at me, and then look at her. In fact, look at me, and then look at everybody that you've shown me, Puss. I feel like I'm being set up as if there's a twist to this. The Mafia is involved aren't they? Did you put a hit out on me?"

Sil's about to lunge onto Puss before Watts gets out of his chair and restrains him.

"Jesus Christ, Sil! What's the matta' with yous!?"

"Something's fishy about this GODDAMMIT! Nobody gets a world title shot in only their second fight! Nobody gets it this easy, either! You've shown me three women and a fuckin' fruitcake!" Sil tries breaking out of the restraint that Watts has on him, getting a hand on the collar of Puss's silk button up shirt. His anger is through the roof.

"Yo, relax bro!" Watts says with struggle, holding onto the stronger Sil.

"It's nothin' like that Sil, I promise yous!" a scared shitless Puss wails.

*Knock!
*Knock!
*Knock!

There's three knocks at the conference room door that stops Sil's manic episode of rage. He looks at the door, releasing his death grip that he had on Puss's shirt.

"It's open!" Sil shouts with his coarse voice, as he positions himself to look as if he wasn't trying to murder his uncle. In walks an attractive female dressed in a purple and black dress. She's shaped like a Coke bottle with a caramel complexion to her skin, and she sports a million dollar smile to her flawless face. In her right hands she carries two plastic bags with the words "JERSEYS" imprinted on them, and a gallon bottle with a brown substance in it in the left.

"Hey Sil! Did you order lunch?" She asks with extended arms; showcasing everything in her full hands.

"VICTORIA! My numba one stunna! Hell yea we ordered lunch! Looks like you got your hands full there." Sil said with a smirk, before walking over to her and taking the contents out of her hand. "How's it goin'?"

"Oh... you know, busy. I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork." Victoria said with a sigh of relief, as Sil took the weight out of her hands.

"Well FUCK THAT PAPERWORK, GODDAMMIT! I'll let someone else handle that shit! Starting tomorrow, take weeks a paid vacation on me!"

Victoria looked even more relieved, as her eyes grew wide. "Really... you'd do that for me?"

"HELL YEEEYUH! Come back ready to KICK ASS and TAKE NAMES though! Alright?"

"Absolutely Sil, thank you so much!" She gave the big man a huge hug, as she tried her best to wrap her slender frame around his gargantuan muscles. "Bye guys!" She said, as she could barely manage herself; running out the door with glee.

".... Bye...." Watts said with a smirk as she left the office. "Damn, she's a babe..."

Ignoring Watts, Sil's smirk turned back to a cold scowl. He continued where he left off, eyeing Puss. All Salvatore could do was put his hands up, as if he was begging for mercy.

"Look Silvio, this is just the XWF making things easier for you. You're the man they want as the face of this company. Think about it! You left a hell of an impression in Bridgeport, and you were over as fuck with the fans. I'm just doing my part to get you to the top..."

There's a long pause between Sil and Puss before Sil nods.

"Alright..." Sil plops back down into his chair. "Let's get this shit over with."

Salvatore rolls his office chair back towards his laptop, breathing out a sigh of relief that he was able calm Sil down. Proceeding to continue with the presentation, the next slide shows a heavyset male with a patchy beard. There's a chuckle from everyone in the room.

"Wow..." Watts said.

"Yo Puss, you could take this guy... Apparently someone didn't tell him this wasn't a hotdog eating contest." Sil said with a laugh.

"Hey, I'm just doing my job..." Sal says before moving over to the next slide. It's a man with dreadlocks, the name "Reggie Estrada" above his name.

"Next..." Sil said. "How many more of these bums are there?"

"Two more. The only two I'd really say are accomplished stars in this business. They presented an offer that I couldn't refuse."

"I see..."

Sal proceeded with the next slide, which showed a slender female in a superhero outfit. You could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room was. Everybody stared blank at the television at the character known as "Miss Fury".

"You... are... kidding... me...." Sil said.

"It's true Silvio... it's damn true..." Sal struggled to get out.

"Wow, I gotta say... the longer I'm in this business... I wonder what the fuck I was thinking coming back. This is a circus. You got a giant like me going up against strippers, a Karen, a Goth, a My Six Hundred Pound Life contestant, and a bitch who bought her outfit at the Dollar Tree to go to a brokeback Comic Con event. This is gonna be interesting!"

"There's one more..." Sal said, putting his index finger up, following by dropping it down onto the keyboard. He proceeds to the last slide, which shows a well built figure with long hair and a beard.

"Hellooooooo Richard Chase!" Watt's said with an awkward chuckle.

"More like John Wayne Gacy... just another clown in my way." Sil said. "Let me guess... you saved the best for last, right?"

"Well..." Puss rubbed his chin. "You could say that. He's definitely the most decorated cafone on this list. His name's..."

"I know who he is..." Sil said with a nod. "Robert Main. Calls himself "The Omega". Well he's about to find out who the fuck the ALPHA is around this bitch. I guess he thought he could play opossum, come back to the XWF and get an easy world title shot. Little does he know I'm here to wreck his face, and his little agenda that he had."

Sil raised out of his chair, raising his arms in question. "Anybody else, or is this it?"

"Just a mystery entrant. I have no information on the mamaluke."

"... Oh well, just another victim." Sil said, before picking up a sandwich, tossing it over to Watts. He picked up another one off the table, pointing it in Salvatore's direciton. "How bout' some nice Gabagool, Puss?"

"GABAAAAGOOOOOOOOOOL!" Puss grinned with his eyes wide; his mouth visibly became watery at the magic words. Sil tossed him his capicola hoagie, but as Puss was about to tear into the sandwich, he paused. He immediately glanced down at his watch. "Oh shit... my flight!" Puss jumped out of his chair and paced to the door. Sil and Watts could do no more than laugh at the sight of an overweight Italian running as fast as he can, with a hoagie in his hand.

"Gotta love Big Puss..."

"He never fails to amaze me." Sil said with a chuckle, before looking back up at the flat screen. "What do you think Watts? Is this some fucked up shit, or what?"

"Yeah... but hey, it's gonna be a sight watching you throw a bunch of women around the ring! If you could, don't hurt Jenny Myst too bad for me..."

"Ugh... you think she's hot? She looks like she crawled straight out of a trailer park."

"Hey! Don't talk about my woman like that." Watts sarcastically said. As the two shared a laugh, the conference phone in the middle of the table rang. Sil reached a tree trunk of an arm over to the phone, hitting the "conference" dial.

"WHAT'S UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!?" Sil bellowed, his voice echoing through the room.

"Umm... Mr. Frigida...." A male voice said on the other line.

"That's who I be! Who's this?"

"Umm... yes sir... this is Mike the janitor."

"Mike the janitor! What's up brotha?"

"Umm... well someone wrote "KILL IT" and "ALL DAY YOU MAY" on the dry erase board."

"Okay.... Well... what's the problem?"

"Well the problem is sir is that whoever wrote it, wrote it with a permanent marker."

Sil took a long pause, looking at Watts before the two began to frantically laugh.