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Date Posted: 02:06:44 01/12/05 Wed
Author: Backstage
Subject: Afterwards...
In reply to: Jesse Hart 's message, "Live Via Satellite" on 15:41:52 01/05/05 Wed




Randy Orton storms out of the Evolution locker room, yanking his luggage behind him and absolutely furious from the segment beforehand. He tugs at his tie and yanks it off of him, shoving it into his coat pocket before heading for the exit, passing by Athene’s office, where the GM is sitting behind her desk, screaming at her cell phone.







Athene: "WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED THERE?!?! ... WELL, WHERE IS HE NOW? ... WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T KNOW!!!! GO BACK AND FIND HIM, YOU IDIOT!!! ......... I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!"

Randy stops on hearing Athene yelling in the office and takes a breath, banging on the door and setting his carry on bag behind him.

Athene: "I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL HAVE YOUR BAL-- ..... Who's at the door???"

Orton walks right in before she says anything else, staring at her. "I'm not sure WHAT this place is when Jesse's not running it. But right about now...it's an asylum. And when you figure out how to get this brand back on track, give me a call. Until then? I'll see you next week."

~Athene's eyes flash in anger.~ "Hold on the line." ~She turns to Orton.~ "If MY show is such a problem for you, I'll have your termination papers sent to you in the morning. Deal?" ~she glares at him, her jaw set~

Orton stands there, thinking and reaches up, closing her phone shut and looks her right in the eyes. "No deal...I'm pissed about Page, you're upset about what's going on with Jesse. He's beaten worse, you know that just as well as I do. So you know what we do now? We plan this out. Priority number one, is to keep a cool head, and get Jesse out of this. "

~Athene looks at her phone with her eyes wide, and her nostrils flared. She looks back at Randy.~ "Listen... you and me? We're NOT buddies. I am your BOSS, and I give orders to YOU, not the other way around. Jesse seems to think you've got something great comin' to you, but personally, all I see is an arrogant, obnoxious child who is LUCKY enough to be in a Hart's good graces."

Orton: “So, the plot thickens. Now I see exactly what I'm seen as to you. In my eyes? I look over and see something pretty similar...a twisted, disloyal tag along, who spent a good while trying to show everybody she's out of a shadow, and what happened then? You jumped right back into it when the lights got too bright. So, hey...now that its out of the way? Lets move on to business. You have made it CRYSTAL clear that you have never liked me. So I'll make it easier, and I'll get you a rating while I'm at it. It’s pretty simple. You do your first and LAST favor for me. Evolution isn’t involved here, because it’s MY gamble. Next week. You make one match. Me, and Diamond Dallas Page. He beats me? I pull out of the Royal Rumble, I don’t even bother showing up to pickup my paycheck for it. But if I win? You and I sit down, and we do a deal....one that works out best for ALL of us. So what is it, GM? I'm putting my cards out as an all or nothing. You gonna raise...or fold?"

~She leans back in her chair.~ "Let's get one thing straight. Officially, I'm Jesse's boss. Technically, we're partners. I let him call the shots cause he's good at it. Superficially, that may make it seem that I'm in his shadow, but by the end of the day, I still sign his paycheque. And YOURS. And that feels good to me. So don't you think for a second that I'd give up being General Manager of an entire brand, give up having an ENTIRE ROSTER under my thumb... in order to compete for the Women's belt. I've worked hard to get to this position, and I feel good." ~She leans up.~ "Second point. You can have your match. But just you keep in mind that if you lose against Page, and are therefore not in the Rumble... that renders you pretty much useless to Jesse." ~stares him in the eyes~ "Don't forget that."

He stands there, setting his jaw for a moment, and then nods knowingly, adjusting his collar before walking out.

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