Full Circle

Mackenzie and Nikita... of course these two were here. Alaina was so pissed at the sight of Adrian she overlooked these two until they were right in front of her. "Heffer? Please. You little brats clearly need to go sit in the corner while the adults talk. Get out of here now before I throw you out, got it?" Alaina said crossing her arms and stepping right up to them both with a very angry look on her face.

She knew she wasn't called in simply to clean house but if that had to be taken care of before business could properly begin then she had no problem showing them the door by throwing them through it. "I will make it nice and easy, get out before I count to three. One........... two.........." Alaina said counting very slowly so things could sink in for the duo. However her fists were clenched as she readied herself in case she did get one more count.

"Ugh..." Adrian groaned as her Bullet Club companions finally got their shit together and confronted the woman who'd just dropped their glorious leader on the back of her head. Even if Nikita was still rambling about secret sex dungeons "...God dammit, the sex dungeons were in her mansion, not her office...check the archives..." she mumbled before she managed to pull herself up to face Maximillian and point an accusing finger at him "You... you're a... you're something. And not a good something." She hissed before rounding on the amazon. "Alright Alaina, want another PPV match to be ruined 'cause you couldn't keep it cool? 3 on 1 is shitty odds and even you know that!"

Maxxie emphatically cleared his throat in a transparent attempt towards becoming the center of attention and defusing the somewhat volatile situation breaking down within his office. Overturned furniture, books strewn about, water splashed around his fish tank...*sigh*...that analogy about him being the principal for a school of rambunctious ankle-biters is becoming more and more appropriate by the minute. "Ladies, Ladies...now, I appreciate the wrathful fire and seething hatred you two have going on for each-other. But Mackenzie there does have a teeny tiney point. Assaulting another competitor in clear view of the person who writes your paychecks and can suspend you for up to six months for such infractions...it's uh, not quite the chess move I'd suggest you make right about now. BUT...considering your invaluable contributions to the company, I'll forego having to write up any detention slips provided you take a seat and we continue this little pow-wow of ours." Max would motion towards the seat behind Allie with a wave of his hand and gleaming smile. "Oh, and Angelica could you..."

"Of course, sir..." Angelica making her stealthy presence known by snatching the earlobes of Mackenzie and Nikita before beginning to escort the Jackson Sisters out of Max's office and back into the waiting room. Both sibling's flailing and complaining from the agonized stretching felt from feeling their ears tugged like children causing a fuss in a department store.

"Hmmm.... you have a good point. All right, I will take a seat and listen to what you have to say." Alaina said. Knocking Adrian off her feet as well as watching her minions being dragged out of the office by the ear had helped her anger subside quite a bit. Alaina took a seat tugging on her skirt and crossing her legs as she sat down with a smile.

She was very curious as to what was going to be said. She knew her record at recent PPVs.... all starting with her title shot Adrian cheated her out of.... but Alaina had hoped that even after her recent outing that perhaps the blatant cheating of Adrian meant that a rematch was necessary. Alaina was letting hope build up but she tried her best to hide her clear excitement on her face all while hoping against hope that she was about to hear some good news.

Three on One turned to One on One as the Jackson Sisters were unceremoniously escorted out of the room by their ears. Two fresh wrestlers should not be getting dragged out like that by a secretary, so that whole thing was raising more questions. But now she was effectively trapped, relying on the good grace of a man she'd been screwing over through her shenanigans for the better part of a year to save her from the woman she'd been screwing over more.

"So yeahh..." Adrian nervously chuckled as she pulled up another chair, her old one left spinning its wheels while flat of the floor "New Pay Per View! Is this instead of the October one?"

Max exuberantly bellowed with a booming smack of his open-palmed hand upon his expansive office table, standing out of his chair dramatically with a glimmering smile of his pearly whites and arms folded across his midsection. "Just think about it, ladies...a Pay-Per-View, where the fans actually have a say in the match's rules, winning stipulations, or even the opponent taking part in the match. Full interactivity, absolute cohesion with the fandom...why they could even vote for you two to wrestle in g-string bikini's in a mud pit where the loser has to-


"Sir, it's time for your medication..." Angelica's composed voice would buzz in from the intercom on Max's desk, interrupting his lascivious daydreaming in mid ramble and at the perfect time. Max balking from the reminder and clearing his throat, afterward taking his seat and preparing to pour himself a cup of water from a nearby pitcher. "Sorry, heart medication. But yes, a new Pay-Per-View that I'd like you two to headline. The issue is though...Alaina, you have had your fair share of title shots in the recent years. And while you're still a top draw talent on the roster, it may become irksome to rationalize yet another. In fact...this may very well be the FINAL opportunity you may have at a title belt in Friction..." Max casually informed Allie before chugging down a pill from a popped open medicine bottle.

Alaina had known that she had her chance. Still hearing his words stung. Alaina had three title shots since she lost the Entropy title. Of course two of the three were lost because of foul play but still she had her share of chances. How could she justify getting another? Her thoughts about Avalanche and how that happened all flooded back. She had really thought her window was closed. Apparently it was still open a tiny crack.

"If I lose this I will retire. No more Alaina in AFW, no more amazon in wrestling at all. I either get that title or I walk away." Alaina said, staring forward. She meant it. This was it plain and simple. She had a chance at a title while Adrian had a chance to permanently remove a thorn in her side. Alaina took a deep breath and stayed silent letting her words sink in with the others in the room.

"Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa whoa! Whoa whoa whoa, whoa. Whoa." Adrian let out, pushing her arms out. "You're letting randos decide the match stip? What the hell!? No way am I sticking around for this, this is breach of my 'anti-horny veto' clause... okay, it's not called that. But still! The jackoffs are gonna pick something they can... you know, jack off to, and there's no way in hell I'm doing that!" The champ laid out firmly.

"Alaina, why the hell are you listening to this asshole? I thought I was done like 5 times over in my career but I bounced back and got title shots even before I got a posse, you don't need to stake everything against me, it'll make me feel like a bitch when I win. Max, this plan sucks and I hate it." She grumbled.

Even Maximilian, who's known to be quite unflappable given the salacious wonders and dreadful horrors one would witness from managing wrestling federations most of his life, balked from overhearing just what Alaina was willing to put on the line for one last chance at championship gold. Still, it'd be one hell of a merchandising cash cow he'd forever lose should Ms. Sanders once again leave a title match with nothing more than her back on the canvas and another dream dashed.

"...done. Ms. Sanders, I will formally accept your resignation papers should you come up wanting in this match. The FINAL match of Alaina Sanders. That should be more than enough to convince fans to start pre-ordering those tickets. Oh and will you STOP Adrian. I was only kidding...maybe." Maxxie swiftly gulped down one more swiff of cold water that did wonders in calming down his raging...temperament. "I'll even go so far as to let you pick the match type, Adrian. And I'll make sure the fan-voted polls are respectable, legitimate, and in no way bias towards either one of you...pinkie swear." Max threw up his pinkie and wiggled it.

Alaina smiled. Both of them seemed to think that there was no way she was going to win. Good. She was going to do everything she could to prove them both wrong. That title was as good as hers, at least she would do all she could to obtain it. "That all sounds fine to me. When I win that title from this woman though I will hardly be going anywhere anytime soon." Alaina said with a smile.

She turned to Adrian and grinned. "I know you are going to cheat any way you can, and your minions are going to try to help you out but there is no way I am losing to you again." Alaina said coldly as she glared at Adrian. Rebecca, that destructive tag team... no one was going to stop the amazon from crushing Adrian.