Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter ninety-two: "that's it"]

Chapter 92: "That's It"
Scott Hall's POV

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Every time I think WCW can't fall even further into the shithole, something else happens that blows my mind.

"... You?! You've got to be shitting me! You don't really think your dumb ass could run the entire company, do you?!"

Today, we've been given the news that Eric wants to buy WCW. Joli's not too happy about it.

"Yes, Jolene, I do. If there is anyone around here that could fix World Championship Wrestling, it's me. We need better management, and what better place to start than the top?"

"You're the reason we're in this shitty situation in the first place!" She's right. It's not completely Eric's fault, but if someone has to take the blame, it should be him.

"I know you may think that everything wrong with your beloved WCW happened because of me, but that isn't the case." Eric turns to Kev, who has been doing the exact same thing as me and Madusa - silently watching the argument. "Please, control your wife."

"She doesn't listen to me." Kev shrugs nonchalantly. "You're wasting your breath arguing with her. There's not a goddamn thing that you could say to change her mind."

"If anyone is going to buy our company, why should it be you?!" There's so much frustration in Joli's tiny body, and it'd be safe to say that a good eighty percent of it is directed at Eric Bischoff. "Is all of that money that you swindled out of ol' Billionaire Ted burning a hole in your pocket?"

Eric's rather calm about all of this, which kind of worries me. Is he planning something? Fuck, I can feel my stomach churn at the mere thought of whatever the fuck it is he has up his sleeve.

The bitch lets out a sigh before flickering his narrowed eyes over Joli. "I've got more important things to take care of than stopping your tantrum." He clears his throat in a loud, obnoxious way  before nodding to me and Kev. "I'll see you later, gentlemen. I have some business to discuss with the Turner Broadcasting System."

Eric scurries past me and Kev, and as he walks away, both Joli and Madusa flip him the bird. I'm used to Eric treating Joli like shit, but why does he have to try and throw Madusa under the bus, too? He's such a piece of garbage. I don't see how anyone could be so shitty to women, especially two as hot as Joli and Madusa.

"He's not normally that bad to me." Madusa comments as soon as Eric's out of sight. "Damn. I feel like I need to jump in the pool after being exposed to that much heat."

Joli smiles proudly up at Madusa - if there's one thing that can be said for the new Mrs. Nash, it's that she's never given a single fuck how much heat she garners.

"That's something you'll get used to, hanging out with all of us." Kev chuckles. "You can't be in with the Kliq if you don't draw as much heat as the fuckin' desert."

"I threw a goddamn title belt in a trash can on national television." Madusa smirks at Kev. "I know a thing or two about heat."

"Damn right you do." I smack Madusa's ass and then kiss her cheek. "Life's no fun if everyone likes you."

Luckily enough, that's something that none of us have ever had to worry about.

"As nice as all of this is, can we take this outside?" Joli asks as she reaches into her pocket. "Just seeing that dick-hole's face makes me need a smoke."

Since none of us are brave enough to come between Joli and her nicotine, we head to the nearest exit. On our way, Dallas and Kimberly join up with us - something about big news that they've got to share.