Full Circle

"...and here you are at last year's Avalanche, cracking Jessica Wright in the back of her head with one of your crutches when the referee wasn't looking, allowing Tomko to get the easy win..."


"...and here's security footage of the Jackson Sisters brutally assaulting Alaina in her dressing-room and putting the poor girl out of commission for the rest of the night before your Summer Splash match..."


"...Oh, and here's you challenging the adorable Gallium Hearts to a title match. Now, I wouldn't go so far as to call little Gallie unqualified and below your skill level, buuut her last match consisted of her losing and getting kayoed in under a minute flat against Halloween Sonohara. So, you know...make of that what you will."

Maxmillian continued onward as he pressed the Fast Forward button on his universal remote, now aimed at the 4K UHD flatscreen television mounted on the wall of his office. The Friction General Manager replaying a specially compiled set of clips from all of the Bullet Club's more heinous shenanigans throughout Adrian's reign as AFW World Champion. A champion who was currently seated across from him besides his office table and whom he'd called into a meeting this same day. The Jackson Sisters had opted to escort their leader inside at the reluctant approval of Maximilian who had bigger proverbial fish to fry at the moment. Which was addressing a wee bit of a dilemma he'd been saddled with since first waltzing into the office of the former GM and disposing of the ludicrous piles of sex toys Lukretia had left behind within it...well, most of them. Max's set of clips coming to it's end after having reached the match where Adrian won the title belt in the first place at the super-kicking assistance of the two other ladies in the room.

"...*sigh*...Oh Adrian...I trust you can now see why I called you into the principals office today." Max quipped while placing his remote on the table and adjusting his tie, afterward folding his hands on the office desk and taking a concerned posture very much like an actual school principal. "Now I know...Trust me, I'm cool. I'm hip to the wrestling game. I know how tough this business can be. I've seen people devote their entire lives to that squared circle and not get one wafting whiff of anything resembling success. So, cutting corners here and there is understandable when the odds are stacked against you and your back's up against the wall. I can look the other way on occasion to a sly act of duplicity in order to stay on top. But when you go around sabotaging my main events...putting my best earners and biggest stars out of commission for months...assaulting my referee's to the point where they refusing to work your matches...well, that's just bad for-

"Hey!!!Hey!!! Don't mess with the aquarium back there!!!" Maximilian briefly interrupted his speech to bellow and point angrily at the Jackson sisters who were dipping their hands into his aquarium in the back of his office and trying to touch the fish. The Sisters, wearing their Tag-Team championships around their waist, innocently shrugged their shoulders as if they weren't doing anything while drying their soaking hands behind their backs.  

"...*AHEM*...Bad for business. You understand, right?"

Like many visitor to the metaphorical principle's office. Adrian was not a happy camper as she sat in the office chair while her fellow troublemakers seemed to be more focussed on goofing off rather than providing morale support. Her title reign had thus far been a long string of screwy finishers, interference and other such nefarious methods that kept the gold around her waist and away from anyone who wasn't part of the cosplayer's clique, but that didn't mean Maximillian had to lecture her about it!

Especially the Summer Splash incident, that was especially galling to have thrown back at her. Not because she had also been injured at that very show by Alaina's replacement but because it had only occurred after the PPV had started. How was it bad for business? We already had their money!

With that mentality in mind, Adrian was continuing with the sympathy method. She still had the neckbrace on that she had been wearing for the past half a year and a sling around her arm, never mind that Avalanche had shown that she wasn't nearly as hurt as she was making out, optics were a thing. "Okay, the latest one is on me. I shouldn't have done that against doctors orders and jeopardize AFW's wonderful healthcare system." She admitted, ignoring the fact that she shouldn't have interfered in the match even if she was healthy "If you want me backstage during Rebecca's next defence and revoke my managerial license, I understand."

Maximillian had the distinct impression that Adrian here was acutely accustomed to being dragged by her ear into detention, timeout's in the corner, or one-on-one convos with the head honcho of whatever learning institution she'd graced the doors of. Well...the main difference between him and all those other figures of authority was that Max had stockholders to answer to. Quarterly earnings were indeed on the rise thanks in large part to record ticket sales and merchandise heavy-hitters like Death Bunny and The Bullet Club, which was one reason why Maximilian had granted B.C. an exceptionally long leash up until now. But renegade champions who compromised fight cards was a step too far. And that was saying something considering Maximilian was usually the one chastised for dealing in the excessive, extravagant, ludicrous, and over the top...

"Uh...yeeeeah. About that..." Max would adjust his sunglasses and produce a medical folder from the drawer of his desk. "I've got your wellness report in from your latest physical right here. And according to our wonderful healthcare system, you've been given a clean bill of health from our doctor's. Our dentist's suggest you could stand to floss more often, but aside from that it says you've been cleared to compete for about a month now. You can remove the neck-brace and sling anytime you want..." Max exclaimed before closing up his folder and placing it on his desk, then propping his chin on his interlocked fingers. "As you probably already know, we got a brand spanking new Pay-Per-View coming up in March, and we could really use your name on the marquee to help generate some buzz. So whaddya say?...Think you can tie back on those wrestling boots, let Rebecca sit this one out, and get back to being a fighting champion?"

Oh.

That was bad.

I mean, of course Max would have access to her medical records, why wouldn't he? Doctor-Patient confidentiality only went so far, apparently. Or maybe Adrian was just missing the point of what the Hippocratic Oath actually meant. Either way the champ had gotten herself caught out in a massive lie and an insult about her dental hygiene. "No-one flosses and you know it, Mr 'I pay $500 a day to have my teeth whitened.'" She grumbled under her breath. "Well, I mean Rebecca probably does deserve another main event that is less screwy. I mean Jackpot worked out, kinda. Being away from the ring for so loong..." She said loudly instead

"I heard this Lukretia chick had a secret passageway built into her office that leads straight down to the bowels of the building. Where there was like a sex dungeon with weirdo fetish torture racks and gimp masks and shit...You just gotta like move a book or press a button underneath a bust or something... " Nikita manically giggled while beginning to methodically peruse and mishandle Maximillian's office bookshelves and furniture.

"...you gotta stop hanging around AFW message boards." Mackenzie huffed with her arms crossed at the absurdity of her little sister's fascination with urban myth's, earnestly wondering why she believes in any of those delusional ramblings heard online. Neither sister paying much attention to the intense conversation/inquisition occurring far behind them between their boss and their boss's boss.


"OH COME NOW~...you're being faaaar too modest, Adrian. All of these championship title defenses you're so willingly allowing Rebecca to fill in for. Such magnanimous generosity bestowed upon your fellow teammate is the type of steadfast leadership that's made you the commander of one of the more successful wrestling factions in the business today. In fact, you're such a premier athlete who I know is aching to get back in the ring, that I wouldn't DREAM of denying you a chance to schedule your momentous comeback match at Cyber Saturday...in fact, I already have. Along with your opponent...who you should be very familiar with." Maximilian reclined in his chair while pressing a button on his intercom phone, clearing his voice as he began speaking to his stalwart assistant Angelica manning the receptionist desk just outside of his office. "Hello Angelica, you can send her in now."

"Right away, sir...I'll send for a janitor to clean up the Mackenzie Sister's mess as well."

She wasn't sure how to dress for this. It had been a very long time since she had been called to the corporate offices. Opting for professionalism she had a dark blue pinstriped suit jacket, knee length matching skirt, black heels, and a white dress shirt along with a simple silver necklace.

Alaina Sanders felt dressed to impress. She heard Angelica called her in and Alaina smiled at her. "Thanks Angelica! I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." Alaina said with a smile as she walked inside. She knew she was meeting with the big boss so she put on her best smile, flicked her hand through her hair and opened the door.

However as soon as Alaina walked in she saw Adrian along with her lackies. "What the hell are these miserable waste of spaces doing here?!" Alaina said, walking in and making a straight line to Adrian.

Adrian was feeling a little nervous as Maximillian called for her latest title challenger, feeling as though the fromer cosplayer was about to be thrown in the deep end despite having 8 months of ring rust on top of recovering from a horrific injury and that wasn't helped by the familiar voice behind me. "Fuck. ing. Help. Me. Here." She hissed at the Jackson sisters as they casually ransacked the place. "Alaina! Haven't seen you in... uh... a while?" The champion chuckled nervously as she spun around in her office chair to face the amazon.

Alaina in her very business-like attire was in quite the contrast to Adrian. She also felt for a long time that the neck injury was fake so the large, angered amazon really had no qualms about what she was about to do. Surging forward, heels clicking the ground she lunged at Adrian and extended her arm looking to clothesline her right out of the chair! "I would be the champion now if it weren't for your bullshit in our match last Avalanche!" Alaina screamed as she collided with Adrian looking to leave her laid out on the ground.

Alaina would then look up at the others, ready for them to move in and hoping that they would do so. She may not have been at all prepared for a fight but if she had to dropkick a fool with high heels on she was more than happy to!

It really was impressive how quickly Alaina could move in heels, and how much force she could get into a clothesline from that short of a distance. Wheels slipped out from underneath the champ as she was sent hurtling backwards, unable to stop herself or roll away while she was still wearing that damned neck brace and sling and just left to slowly stagger to her feet, 'good' hand on the GM desk while she dealt with the effects of both the impact of Alaina's arm across her chest and hitting the back of her head against the thin carpet.

Once Alaina stopped shifting colours every half a second she was gonna get it.

"Alaina, my dear~...A pleasure to have you back, how goes the wrestling industry's favorite workhorse? That red hair of yours is kind of matching the red in your eyes, I see..." Maximilian casually remarked with a gleaming smile while lackadaisically slouching back into his chair with both legs crossed upon his desk. Uncaring about the possible ass-kicking about to become unloaded upon the Phillie native. "Why I was just speaking to our renowned champion here about possibly scheduling a rematch for you two at Cyber Saturday. Seeing as how your Summer Splash rematch kinda sorta, well...got interrupted."

Mackenzie peered over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow to wonder what all the ruckus was at the far side of the room, gawking at Alaina suddenly making a surprise entrance and making a stalking beeline to their commando leader before steamrolling her clear off of her office chair. The elder sister tugging onto her sister's collar from behind and dashing them both over towards Adrian before they scarcely managed to make a human barrier in nowhere near the nick of time. "Whoawhoawhoaback that sorry ass up, heffer!!! Theirs fines and penalties and shit for starting fights and ambushing people backstage, ya know!!!" Mackenzie hypocritically chastised Allie while her and her little sister aided their leader back up to her feet with a gingerly tug upwards by both of her arms."...hey boss, you wouldn't happen to know where Lukretia's secret sex dungeon is, would you?" Nikita pondered aloud in a clear disconnect from her and the situation currently unfolding.