Post by EWA Staff on Dec 31, 2008 22:27:05 GMT -5
[The Megastars arrived in San Jose, California, whether it was by limo, bus, or simply a rented car. They expected to see an arena vibrating with energy. After the disaster of last week's show being pulled from the air, Resolution was sure to be the cure for what ailed them. The EWA had some hardships in the past, but nothing that couldn't be handled. Whether it was a malfunctioning pyro switch or a poorly edited video, they were able to just keep the ball rolling. They had never been cut off the air like they were on Wednesday. Though they had tried to pry answers from Nicolas Griffin, he simply shot them down, saying, "Get to Resolution." So here they were.]
[When they entered the parking lot, it was empty. The arena was dark and there was no activity in sight. Surprised, they moved toward the doorway to find a sign with two words]
SHOW CANCELED
[Nicolas Griffin could be seen by the door, talking angrily into a phone]
Griff: The sons o' bitches shut us off again... Well, get it fixed!
[He paused for a few moments, listening to the individual he was speaking to]
Griff: No, tha's not the way o' it anymore. I'm in charge an' I say tha' we resume on Wednesday!
[He paused again]
Griff: I'm cancellin' it because it's not gonna be on television! If it isn' on television, it won' make any money! It's no' a pay per view if they aren' payin' t' view it!
[The voice on the other end of the phone, obviously angry, said something indecipherable]
Griff: Then ye can refund the tickets, fer all I care. 'S not my problem.
[Again, the caller responded loudly, but Griff simply cut them off]
Griff: Ye 'eard me. Wednesday. Tha's the end o' it. If ye or they got a problem wit' it, deal wit' it on Wednesday, t' my face!
[Griff snapped the phone shut before opening it again and dialing another number. Noticing the Megastars nearby, he motioned to the sign on the door and simply mouthed the word "Wednesday" before turning his back to them and talking quietly into the phone]
Griff: ...fuckin' Network.
[So the Megastars returned to their vehicles, prepared to seek out their next destination. Pensacola, Florida]
TBC: End
[When they entered the parking lot, it was empty. The arena was dark and there was no activity in sight. Surprised, they moved toward the doorway to find a sign with two words]
SHOW CANCELED
[Nicolas Griffin could be seen by the door, talking angrily into a phone]
Griff: The sons o' bitches shut us off again... Well, get it fixed!
[He paused for a few moments, listening to the individual he was speaking to]
Griff: No, tha's not the way o' it anymore. I'm in charge an' I say tha' we resume on Wednesday!
[He paused again]
Griff: I'm cancellin' it because it's not gonna be on television! If it isn' on television, it won' make any money! It's no' a pay per view if they aren' payin' t' view it!
[The voice on the other end of the phone, obviously angry, said something indecipherable]
Griff: Then ye can refund the tickets, fer all I care. 'S not my problem.
[Again, the caller responded loudly, but Griff simply cut them off]
Griff: Ye 'eard me. Wednesday. Tha's the end o' it. If ye or they got a problem wit' it, deal wit' it on Wednesday, t' my face!
[Griff snapped the phone shut before opening it again and dialing another number. Noticing the Megastars nearby, he motioned to the sign on the door and simply mouthed the word "Wednesday" before turning his back to them and talking quietly into the phone]
Griff: ...fuckin' Network.
[So the Megastars returned to their vehicles, prepared to seek out their next destination. Pensacola, Florida]
TBC: End