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["The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix]

Johnny Phoenix fresh of one hell of a season elsewhere has made his way into the GCW Complex. He walks around for a bit and makes his way into an elevator. He presses up and sings........

Unlike you, Ive been around the world.

*Ding*

Johnny walks out of he elevator and continues to sing.

Unlike you, Ive had my way with MANY MANY WOMEN.

Johnny has found what he was looking for, Candice Angels office. He opens the door and walks on in. Oh boy that can't be good.

HEYYYYYYYYYYY whats ya got cooking in here? Uhmmmmm is that Apple Pie I smell?

Candice...........

[Candice Angel]

$-...Slowly raising her attention towards the oh so rude gentleman whom had barged into her office quarters unannounced, leaning back in her chair as she rubbed at her temples slowly before responding in as calm a voice as she could muster given the situation...-$

"Who are you...? What do you want...? And no that's not apple pie you smell sir, it's probably Buck running around the tower with his shoes off again. If it's burned apple pie you smell that is. So! If you don't mind, I kind of have a ton of work to get to here. What can I do for you?"

["The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix]

What can you do for me? You ask? Well, there is LOTS that you can do for me. But I will go ahead and cut to the chase here. I need to sign myself a contract. If we could go ahead and give me the maximum salary then we will be good to go cause The Hot Stuff has other things he needs to do.

Buck? Shoes off? Burnt apple pie? Just a few things going threw Johnny's mind at the moment.

[Candice Angel]

$-Candice only shrugged his words off as she looked back to the pile of paper work in front of her as she responded...-$

"Hot Stuff?"

$-She shook her head, removing a few of the documents she was looking over and placing them towards the edge of her desk as she continued on...-$

"Well, I have to admit that, the stories I've heard about you before don't do you...Justice? But, if you're really THE Hot Stuff and need a contract...?"

$-She finally looks back up from the paper work as she nods her head towards the empty chair across from her and responds...-$

"...Then by all means have a seat Mandy."

["The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix]

WHOA WHOA MANDY? You better WATCH your mouth Miss Candice Angel. I know people...........That Mandy or whatever her name was, NEVER EVER HAPPENED.

Johnny pauses for a moment.

You think these threats are going to keep me away>? FAT CHANCE, I am TOOOOOOOO IMPORTANT.....of a person to be turned down by this company.

Johnny pulls out a pen.

Now here is what you are going to do, first, you will pull out that contract. Then you will PICK up this pen, Sign that contract, hand the pen over to, I will sign that contract, then we will be ALLLLL HOLLY JOLLY. Yes Christmas can come MORE then once a year.

Johnny stares into Candice's eyes.

Then we go get a room and get ALLLLLL GIGGITY GIGGITY.

Johnny takes a seat and puts his feet on Candice's desk.

[Candice Angel]

$-Candice merely crossed her arms after hearing the man's "request". People sure didn't know how to ask for things these days did they? Gazing across the desk into his eyes, she spoke softly...-$

"Excuse me?"

["The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix]

For what?

Johnny crosses his arms as he waits for a response.

[Candice Angel]

"My god you athletes get less and less manageable everyday don't you?"

"Have a seat and we can begin. And just for informational purposes, who the hell are you?"

["The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix]

Wait BITCH SAY WHA? You have NEVER herd of me? Your joking right?

Does Candice look like she is joking?

Yeah I think you are joking MISSSSSSSS Angel. Hummmm from taking a GOOD HARD LOOK AT CHA, I see that you appear to be the type that reads and masturbates to Playgirl? Yeah I have been IN THERE and ON THE COVER of that shit PLENTY of times. I am also an accomplished and a LEGEND of the Wrestling world. I am none other than the HOT STUFF, THE LEGEND, JOHNNY PHOENIX.

Candice doesn't appear to be too impressed.

Now pick up that pen and sign that shit, I ain't got all day ya know?

Johnny moves his feet and legs a bit as they still rest on Candices' desk. He waits for a response as he takes out a toothpick to chew on.

[Candice Angel]

"Okay. I see where this is going and what this is. You're one of those homosexual model type of men right? You want some kind of special treatment hm? You want me to have people on standby to be at your call every waking hour of the day because you're some "special" talent in the business, and you're idiotic enough to think that you'd have even the most remote chance to bed me as well?"

"I take it you don't have a mirror in your place of residence Screech? Do your butt buddies Zack and Slater tell you how pretty you are while they double penetrate you after consuming insane amounts of alcohol and cocaine or something? Is that why the ego is so big on you? Is that why you believe you're doing ME a favor by being here in my office?"

"Look, I'd suggest you sign this contract..."


$-A brief pause as the contract was placed on the desk in front of Samuel L. Jackass across from her, replying once again...-$

"Sign this contract, pull your head out of your ass for long enough to get this small amount of business done, leave my office while you still have those obviously small testicles and rice like penis I'm sure you're SO adapt to bragging on, and stay out of my office for the duration of the current season. Because if not Mr...Whoever you are, I'll surely find it in my time as well as my position of power here in this promotion to make your life a living hell on all fronts and avenues. Maybe a room mate like Mr. Bordeaux would straighten out your attitude. The constant anal probing would no doubt take the edge off for you sir. Though I'm sure you're accustomed to that type of treatment aren't you?"

"..."

"And for gods sake change that hair style. It looks as if someone burned Medusa's hair down to the very tips of each strand and threw some cheap imitation Dolce & Gabbana shades on her."

"..."

"Sign...The damn...Contract!"

["The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix]

Johnny is shocked.

MY HAIR? MEDUSA? ZACH AND SLATER? WHAT IN GODS NAME IS DOLCE AND GABBANA? WHO THE FUCK IS MR. BORDEUX?

Candice laughs on the inside.

YOU BETTER BE OFFERING ME MORE MONEY AFTER THOSE COMMENTS? YOU DAMN WELL BETTER BE.

Johnny calms down a bit.

What is wrong with your face?

Candice gives him a WHAT? Kind of look.

No no seriously there is something wrong with your face?

Johnny leans over and reaches over at Candice's face. He then.........*SMACKS* her right in the kisser. Not really he just taps her a bit on the face.

Oh sorry you had a fly on your face. Whats up with that mop anyways?

Candice's gets so angry.

I mean seriously if I wanted to I could bring in my radio and start the Fantasia's music and begin spring cleaning. God knows this office needs it.

Johnny leans back in his chair and puts his feet back up on the desk.

Oh would you mind handing me that contract please?

Johnny waits for a response.