ReVival comes back from commercial to find an angry and eggy Melvin Beauregard walking through the halls. He had come to ReVival for one thing and one thing only, and that thing was not to be bombarded by eggs thanks to a gift box meant for Paxton Ray.
Nonetheless, the PWA Liaison to PRIME tries to put on a happier face as he approaches an office door, rapping twice on the exterior before walking in ahead of the invitation.
Lindsay Troy looks at him as he walks in and can’t help but smirk at his appearance.
Lindsay Troy: Melvin. You look fried. Run afowl of something?
Melvin Beauregard: (frowning) That’s not funny.
Lindsay Troy: Actually, it is. And it’s not even a quarter of what you deserve.
Melvin stops in front of the Queen’s desk and plunks his yolky suit into one of her chairs. He adjusts his coat.
Melvin Beauregard: Well, too bad for you there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m sure you saw that clause in the PWA Contract that states no PWA wrestlers can touch or harm me at any time. I’m a very important person now and I can’t have the talent think they have the right to put their hands on me if something doesn’t go their way.
He smiles, snidely.
Melvin Beauregard: Wouldn’t you agree?
The stony glare Troy gives Melvin should turn him to cinders. His snide smile turns to one of glee as he continues.
Melvin Beauregard: Anyway, I didn’t only come here to taunt you. I have a request straight from the PWA Executives.
Lindsay Troy: (perturbed) Oh goody.
Melvin Beauregard: They, and I, would like you to give GREAT SCOTT a rematch for the Five Star Title at UltraViolence.
Troy continues to stare the stare of hundreds of owls at Melvin. She drums her fingers across the table.
Lindsay Troy: Why?
Melvin Beauregard: Well with GREAT SCOTT having a PWA contract, we wanted to make sure we got him a premier match on UltraViolence…
Lindsay Troy: Fine.
Melvin Beauregard: Fine?
Lindsay Troy: If it means you’ll get out of my fucking sight, fine. GREAT SCOTT / REZIN 2 at UV.
Melvin blinks, surprised he actually got his way. Lindsay’s scowl deepens.
Lindsay Troy: This is where you make with the getting out of my fucking sight.
The slimy salesman gets to his feet and rebuttons his jacket.
Melvin Beauregard: Be seeing you then.
Melvin struts out of the office, whistling a shitty little tune, as the scene goes elsewhere.