Moebius towered over both Jake and Branden and in their squabble they both backed straight into the chairman as he came in through the door to discuss the previous evenings meeting with Chane. They both looked up at him, Branden swung a right at his stomach but Moebius reached down and caught Branden by the scruff of the neck, he caught Jake starting to laugh and doubled him over with a swift knee to the family jewels.

"If you two boys want to fight go do it in an alleyway off of CW property but if you want to wrestle then I suggest you start playing nice to those of us who are in charge of giving you lunatics a contract. You do both want contracts right?"

Branden was almost growling and Jake was still breathing heavily but both men nodded. Moebius let Branden go and then set his briefcase on Chanes desk with an apologetic look.

"My apologies Chane, it seems that nothing ever quite runs smoothly here just lately."

Chane waved his hand vaguely and carried on looking through a pile of paperwork on his desk as Moebius unlatched his case. He handed each man a contract.

"Read it, sign it, don't sign it, burn it, whatever but don't EVER set foot on CW property again and demand a fight. Matches are earned here not given. If you sign you bring the contract back to Chane here and you better be nice about it or he could make things very difficult for you....do we have an understanding boys?"

Both men nodded warily, neither one had ever seen the chairman before and now neither one ever wanted to see him again, especially when his light violet eyes glowed like that.