Feast or Fired

by **Mr. Dashing** Tue May 10, 2016 2:17 am

To kickoff edition number 40 of Saturday night Genesis, the ring is setup with a nice, lavish, red carpet sprawled across the canvas, a black table holding three briefcases in the middle of it all. On one side of said table sits general manager, Cole Savage, seated in a plush, Egyptian-cotton chair, flanked on either side by towering and menacing security guards. He stares at the three CMV superstars who stand before him, arms crossed, ready to meet their fate, be it a feast, or a firing.

Savage
Welcome all to the Feast or Fired game!!! The second annual Cyborg Invitational has come to an end, and who's surprised, honestly, with JustIN Sane's nearly flawless victory? Not me, not Cyborg, though I must admit, you three I did not think would make it this far. Xander Slate, Sushi-X and Quantum, are you prepared for what awaits you inside of these three cases? Your future, or your demise . . . It's a gamble, but aren't all great things? Now, after what happened last year with Duo Maxwell, I've brought in some security to make sure that none of you have a hissy fit. Someone WILL be fired tonight, whomever it may be, take it in stride and walk out of here with your head held high . . . Quantum, seeing as you placed in second, you have the right of choosing which briefcase will be yours first . . .

The Hell Hound doesn't hesitate, snatching up the middle case with lightning speed.

Savage
Now to you Sushi, and the last will be Xander's.

The Asian Sensation looks to his brother who grunts, then to Slate who's straight-up mean muggin' him. He picks the far right one.

Savage
Hmm, now before we proceed to the actual opening of these briefcases, I have a bit of an announcement. The rules for the Cyborg Invitational, which have been repeated many times over, CLEARLY state that there is to be NO ringside interference during tournament matches. Yet at Cause & Effect, I seem to recall Ann Artica interjecting numerous times in support of YOU Xander, when battling Sushi-X. Therefore, I have no choice but to disqualify you from the Invitational itself! Meaning that the man who placed in fifth, Jaxon Jordan, will be bumped up to forth and take place in the Feast or Fired game! Jaxon, come on out here!

Slate is livid, fighting the decision until Cole's two friends step forward, prompting The Coalition's leader to exit the ring and cower near the time keeper's area. After a few short moments, Double J's music hits the PA system and out he comes, styled in street clothes as he's not set to compete tonight. Jordan makes his way into the ring where he cautiosly walks past Savage to get to his case, Cole with a devilish grin on his face.

Savage
Jaxon, why don't you start us off, open up that case and show us all what's inside!

JJ takes a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he unbuckles the holder of his destiny. The crowd awaits with baited breath, X-Gen prepare for the worst and Slate watches as HIS title shot is possibly given to another man. The case is flung wide open, and Jordan just let's air out through his nose; it's the pink slip . . . Xander begins to laugh wildly before running off backstage, his dirty heel tactics have actually done him some good on this day. Sushi and Quantum bow their heads while JJ lifts his up high, Savage adding to the moment with some sarcasm.

Savage
Oh, no, ladies and gentleman, Jaxon Jordan has recieved the pink slip, what a damn shame . . .

To the general managers dismay, Jordan begins to chuckle, slowly approaching Cole until they're face to face, putting one hand around Savage's as he grips the mic.

JJ
This ain't over.

He exclaims, as he pushes the mic into Savage's chest. The security team is ready to pounce but Savage calls them off, watching dagger-eyed as Jordan walks up the ramp, not once looking back.