Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter eighty: "that's one battle that has been won"]

Chapter 80: "That's One Battle That Has Been Won"
Scott Hall's POV

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When we were all called into a meeting room at the fuckin' crack of dawn this morning, I don't think that any of us could have expected to receive the news that we did. Really, as I sit here with Kev on one side and Konnan on the other, I'm just fuckin' speechless.

"... on top of the elimination of the title WCW President and the removal of Eric Bischoff from his management position," Harvey Schiller - aka TBS' Sports Chief drones, "Bill Busch shall become Senior Vice President of WCW."

Harvey pauses for a moment, so that his words can sink in with the WCW staff. The room goes quiet, and I can tell that just about everyone here is as shocked by this as I am.

I feel like everything is happening so quickly, and it's honestly a lot to comprehend.

Is Eric really gone? Like, is he out of the fuckin' company? He's at least out of power, which is a blessing if I've ever seen one. I look over at Eric, who is seated beside of where Harvey is standing. It's hard to read Eric, because he's just got this emotionless look on his face. Bill Busch, Vince Russo, and Ed Ferrara are all sitting in that area, too.

As Harvey sits down and Bill goes to take his place, I lean forward on the table so that I can spare a quick glance at Joli. Like anyone would expect, her eyes are wide and there's a grin a mile wide on her lips.

She's fuckin' living for this moment.

"Hello, everyone." Bill gives us all a small smile. "It'll be a pleasure to help lead you all." He's awkward as fuck about all of this. "For any of you that were unaware, I was WCW's main accountant before this promotion. I'm looking forward to seeing what I can do to help all of you and WCW."

Eric glares at Bill for just a brief second, and I hear Joli snicker. It's pretty damn funny.

"As I'm sure all of you are aware, WCW has been struggling over the past year. The World Wrestling Federation has been steadily beating us in the ratings, and as a company, we are in dire need of a revitalization. Over the next few months, I'm going to be implementing several changes to help get us back on track as a company."

"What kind of changes are you thinking about?" Harvey chimes in. He flashes Bill a supportive smile.

"Effective today, Vince Russo and Ed Ferrara shall lead the WCW booking committee." What?! "This position was previously held by-"

"Why are you promoting them to head of creative?" Kev interrupts. I can tell by the look on his face that he's pissed, but really, who can blame him? Vince fucking Russo of all people is kicking him down the creative hierarchy. "That's my job."

"We're just trying to re-invent the creative division for WCW." Bill is trying to mellow Kev out, but it's really not working. "You'll still be apart of the creative team, but from now on, Russo and Ferrara will be leading it. I hope you can respect this decision."

"I'm just not sure why I wasn't consulted on this." Kev scoffs. "That's my damn job that is being taken away."

"Ah, hush up over there, bro." Russo tells Kev with a shit-eating grin. "It'll be fine. Like he said over there,you'll still be on the team. You weren't completely cut."

"I still should have had this brought up to me beforehand." Kev's voice sounds venomous. "This is bullsh-"

"Let's not argue, gentleman." Harvey clears his throat. "Continue as you were, Bill."