Taylor Wrestling Association

The monthly show for Taylor Wrestling Association titled "We're Good Enough for Your TV", the first time TWA made television, had ended at eight that night after beginning around six. However, the main event featuring Zakk Static (the top man in TWA) and Matt Snider had turned very controversial. Zakk was refusing to sell any moves done to him and acted as if he didn't care at all when he was out there. Snider, however, didn't complain and just left the building. Now Mel Jackson, the TWA Owner/Promoter/Booker, has called Static, real name Aaron Stewart, into his office about an hour later.

"This is a big f*cking deal, Aaron. No - it's a HUGE f*cking deal! You blew it, man! You blew it! We had ourselves public access out there, our biggest break yet by far. You're supposed to be our top star and you pull stunts like that? Did you think it was funny? 'Cause I saw you laughing as you made your way to the back and I know that wasn't a heel tactic because you're not a f*cking heel! Do you realize what in the hell you have done!?"

"Yeah - I do realize what I did, Mel. I completely realize it. It served it's purpose because I've already seen a few posts on websites. They're talking about this possibly being the 2012 Wrestling Observer Newsletter Worst Worked Match of the Year Award winner. But, to be honest, Mel, it could be better placed in the Most Disgusting Promotional Tactic category more because I did this for the talk. I did this for the publicity because TWA has been working it's ass off for the past six years and barely anybody knows a damn thing about us." The two stare at each other briefly, "Listen... A lot of people say the wrestling business is dieing out because of lack of viewers. Well, we're luck to still be standing but we are because we do have people. Surely we have been in debt for a long time, but once this reaches around the internet - it's already been brought up to about three hundred views within the past hour and we barely get that many people within three shows. Mel - at next month's event, you just wait and see how many people come."

"Aaron this is completely stupid. You've made us look like we're in the professional jerk-off business, not the professional wrestling business. You've never done something like this before. I know we're going through rough times but you can't pull a stunt li-"

"Shut up, Mel. We've been going through rough times for six god damn years and you're just afraid to admit it, man! Face facts - you're lucky to even be living in your apartment. I'm lucky to be living in my car. The rest of the guys are lucky to just be alive! You're even more lucky we still have faith for this industry no matter how terrible we're doing. You gotta trust me on this one; I'll prove it next month when we have double the amount of people we had here tonight."

"Double the amount of people, eh? So you're promising me at least one hundred and fourteen people to come to the event?" Aaron gave a nod, "Then we'll just have to see. But you better put on the best performance of your career and make all those people be in complete awe and shock of how much you 'turned around'. You're going to face Ben in the main event then for the TWA Championship, alright?"

"Sounds good, boss. I'll do whatever it takes to reach that goal of an audience for not just you, but for me and the rest of the guys, too."

Aaron got up from his seat and went to the door, opening it and turning to Mel again, "See you on the eighteenth, Mel." With a wink, he left the room. Mel sighed, opened up his desk drawer, pulled out his car keys, and followed right behind - turning the light off.