Posted at 8:56 pm on Aug 4, 2016 by:
Staphanie McMahon (COO) (Womens Champion)
Interesting situations we find ourselves in.
"ANGEL!" Darkspade shouted, running further into the otherwise silent mansion. "ANGEL, ANSWER ME!"
Spinning around, Spade saw the fallen sentry and stomped over to him, lifting him by his shoulders from the polished floor.
"WHERE IS SHE?" Spade asked, clenching his teeth in both anger and worry. "ANSWER ME, DAMN YOU!"
Giving the sentry a hard shake and still failing to receive an answer, Spade gave him another throw into the unforgiving wall. Turning to face Red, he found the Guardian of Wickedness on his knees again, now in the open front doorway.
"ENOUGH WITH THE GAMES, RED!" Spade said, his voice somehow growing even louder as he rushed towards Red. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ANGEL AND HER CHILD?"
"Nothing," Red said, his voice almost a whisper. He wasn't even making eye contact with Spade, staring past him into the mansion. "I never planned to harm them."
Darkspade wasn't buying Red's claims and wrapped both hands tightly around his thick throat, lifting him as well. His grip wasn't tight enough to choke out Angel's lover just yet, but it was enough to finally force his dark eyes to meet Spade's furious eyes.
"Where are they, you piece of shit?" The Unholy One demanded. "You tell me right now or I'll ensure you suffer a fate far worse than death!"
"I don't know, I swear!" Red answered, struggling slightly in Spade's grip, more out of discomfort than trying to fight back. "I know you hate me, but I just wanted to see them! And I want to find them! I'll help you!"
Red ceased struggling, continuing to stare at Spade, waiting to see how Angel's upset grandfather might react to his offer of assistance.
Back in Alexander Arcane's lavish office, Staphanie was adjusting her silicone puppies in her too tight dress before saying, "Uh... EXCUSE ME? Do you know who you're talking to, Alex? Have you forgotten that I'm the Chief Operating Officer of CreatureWrestling? I COULD HAVE YOU FIRED FROM MY COMPANY IF I WANTED TO!"
Alex eyed his desk that cost almost as much as Staph's implants, particularly the spot disguising the security button. One press and his highly trained security team would be there in a flash to dispose of Chane's Little Girl. He hesitated to press it however at the thought of a deadly bolt of crimson light deflecting off of her globdrillionaire tits and destroying him instead.
"Dear girl, you are more delusional than your father could have ever hoped to be," Alex said, backing into a corner of his office as Staph groped her nasty crotch before giving it a good scratch with her cum-crusted fake nails. "You make the likes of Red Spyder seem sane! Get some mental help and get out of my office!"
"The delusional one here is YOU, ALEX!" Staph said, pointing a fat finger at him. "Deadblood and Darkspade selling more merchandise doesn't make them the top two talents! Botch Recliner can outperform them ANY PLACE, ANYWHERE! Hell, I could perform with those two AND HAVE A LOT MORE CLASS WHILE I DO THEM!"
Alex raised a carefully groomed eyebrow, wondering if Staph was taking the same roids as Botch. It'd explain a lot about her demented behavior.
"I'm sure your private performances with Chane have been good practice for you," Alex said, remaining in the corner. "But you, nor your brother, nor Botch have done a thing to prove to me that I should listen to you at all!"
"WHAT WILL IT TAKE THEN?" Staphanie screamed, grabbing both of her floppy tits through her overstretched dress and shaking them at Alexander. He wasn't sure if the bizarre tactic was meant to intimidate him and just make him vomit. "What will it take to prove to you that BOTCH SHOULD BE THE FACE OF THIS COMPANY? What will it take to prove to you that CHANE AND I ARE WHAT'S BEST FOR BUSINESS AROUND HERE and that we've broken NO RULES?"
Staph's continued titty shaking knocked a gold picture frame off of Alex's wall, reminding him to keep his distance from her.
