McKain just shook his head. What should have been an illustrious ceremony, with professionalism all around, had turned into a pathetic circus. The Executive General Manager hadn't even done his job right and made a decision, instead choosing to offer a draw to the men who had been battling for months. Slightly offended as it was by Bitchoff's refusal to appear, and the Shade's appearance as well, he was now more than fed up with what was happening. Holding that bat tight, he cocked it back, looking to start cracking skulls, only ... he stopped.
Instead, he threw it down on the mat, and let it roll from the ring. Confusing people worldwide, he looked at the Shade. He looked at Chris Blade - Executive General Manager. He looked to the trophy.
Hey, you're holding my trophy. Seeing how I WORKED for MY trophy- a trophy which can apparently be won by never showing up EVER and doing....nothing! Or at least, that's the equivalent of setting renegade roster members straight, coming up with great matches, and overall ACTUALLY MANAGING A ROSTER.
But I digress. I don't care if you don't wrestle on StrikeZone OR appear. Once one of StrikeZone's guys kicks your ass and takes that goddamn belt off your shoulder- the only time you'll be able to fight him or her, will be on your show, where StrikeZone will embarass you...again...and again...and again.
Unless you're afraid, that is. And IF you walk away with it tonight, of course.
