SmackDown: MadMike's Revenge!

Round 1, Team 3: You've Been Promoted - @VintageVulpes

You've Been Promoted

by VintageVulpes

"I don't believe this shit," the man mumbled to his computer monitor. He took a sip of his extra-large Watty and grimaced in disgust. Picked a stray orange pube from his tongue. "They didn't even read my fuckin' story! The fuck is this comment supposed to mean, anyway!? 'Loved the way Pixy Dust rode Unicron LOL!' There wasn't any Pixy Dust or Unicron in my fucking story, nor was there anything remotely funny in it! What the hell are you LOLing at, you dumbass!?"

He rubbed his temples, leaving orange Cheetos dust behind. His head killed right now. Had been hurting a lot lately, but this took the cake. Nobody understood his beautiful writing. Their comments were irrelevant. It made him sick. Made him want to teach them all a lesson.

A grin worked its way across his pale face.

Yeah. Teach 'em all. A lesson.

The man brought up the profile of the latest imbecile to comment on his riveting story. Got a good look. Memorized the name and the face.

He went to his gun rack. Grabbed his finest and most powerful weapon. Locked it and loaded it.

The hunt was on.

"Judy, where're last weeks..."

Judy could hear him shouting from his office into the small kitchenette where she stirred milk into her coffee. As she tapped the spoon on the side of the mug she flapped her lips in a mocking of his droning voice as he continued to make demands.

"Judy, are you listenin' to me?" his Scottish accent came from right behind her and she jumped slightly, the coffee sloshing over the sides. She hissed in surprise and turned to face him, his chest nearly touching hers as he looked down at her.

"Yes, Mr. Cath," she replied softly, her eyes barely able to meet his for longer than a second at a time.

His lips thinned and eyes narrowed before he nodded, "good, I expect it on my desk in an hour."

She glanced at the clock it was 8:50 PM, she was supposed to be off in less than ten minutes. The asshat knew it would take at least forty-five minutes to pull the fiscal reports and he expected her to stay. Judy rolled her eyes, threw the spoon into the sink forcibly then walked back to her desk that faced his office door. As she typed angrily, each finger smashing into each key, she glared angrily at her boss, her lip twitching every few seconds.

Thankfully, he was oblivious as he smirked a shit-eating grin as he typed at his own computer. When Cath typed he would lip the words as he spelled them out and rolled her eyes again when she recognized some of them such as; "wattpad", "story", "stupid", "LOL", etc.

With pursed lips and a roll of her eyes, she went back to work: highlighting important rows, tagging notes, and printing off specific reports. The printer started to hum as it began its process and she stood from her chair but the doorbell jingled and kept her from claiming it. Without glancing back she said, "did you forget something, Neil?" When he didn't reply she turned and looked behind her and saw a rugged man standing there, his brow beaded with sweat and his parted lips nearly frothing at the corners of his mouth in his obvious rage.

"Where is he!?" The man barked, holding his preposterously massive gun in his hands in front of him.

Judy stared at him with large eyes, dark clothes only lightened by a worn, brown leather jacket, his unshaved face was contorted in hatred and rage, his dark eyes gave her chills. She only furrowed her brow slightly when her gaze caught on orange, powdery smudges at the sides of his temples.