Vince had just settled into his office. He had hoped to have a few minutes to himself, but of course the moment he sat down there was a knock on the door. "Come," he called out.
JR poked his head in the door. "Is this a good time?" he inquired.
Vince sighed. "As good as any. Come on in. So what've we got this week?"
"Pretty much the usual," JR told him. "You know our boys, always getting into trouble."
"I know all too well." Vince sighed. "What's first on the list?"
JR glanced down at the clipboard in his hands. "Well, we've been having a bit of a problem with Brock. A few of the - um - more pretty males on our roster - "
"Twinks," Vince muttered. "You can call them twinks."
"Yes." JR cleared his throat. "The, um, twinks have been complaining that Brock has been making some - erm - rather crude come ons."
Vince raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
JR fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable. "Well, his ‘come ons' have consisted mostly of grabbing the - er - twink's heads and pushing them towards his groin."
"Geez." Vince sighed, thinking for a moment. "Are we doing anything with Storm?" he questioned. JR flipped through his clipboard, then shook his head. "Not right now, Vince."
"Good. Then take him, put him on a leash, and give him to Brock to play with. That way he can be useful and Brock won't harass the twinks anymore."
"You got it, Vince." JR jotted a note down on his clipboard. "Ok, next on the agenda is the Hardy Boyz."
"Let me guess. They were being loud in their hotel room again?" Vince guessed.
"Yes. And this time a man from room service walked right in on them."
Vince shook his head. "I've warned those two! Dammit. Well pay off the guy and give them another warning. I don't care what they do, but they need to do it quietly!"
"Gotcha." JR jotted that down as well. "Next on the list is the Undertaker."
"Still whining?" Vince rolled his eyes.
"15 complaints this week," JR replied. "His room was too small, the hotel was too far from the arena, his dressing room wasn't satisfactory, his - "
"That's enough," Vince interrupted. "Just ignore him, like usual."
JR jotted that down. "Next we have Nash. He was arrested for public indecency in some gay bar after singing "I'm Too Sexy" and stripping down to his birthday suit. He was apparently drunk and walking around ‘offering himself' to any young man he bumped into. I understand that several of them took him up on his offer before he was arrested."
"God." Vince sighed yet again. "Well pay off whoever you have to in order to keep this under wraps, and send him by my office sometime tonight so I can give him *another* warning."
"Ok." JR again made a note of it, peering down at his clipboard. "Next, it seems Edge and Christian were late for a show this week. They claimed they had car trouble, but one of the ring crew swears he saw their car parked a few blocks from the arena, rocking pretty wildly."
"Warning. Again," Vince growled.
"Ok." JR glanced at his clipboard, shooting Vince an apologetic look. "Austin called just a bit ago. He says he's feeling very unloved and needs some alone time. He claims he's not coming into work until you show him that you do love him."
"Oh not again!" Vince groaned. "Lord. Remind me to call him in an hour, ok?"
"You got it Vince." JR glanced again at the clipboard. "Just one more thing today. Kurt Angle asked me to tell you that he thinks Hunter has been smirking at him funny. He thinks Hunter has not only been looking at him funny but also trying to touch him in inappropriate ways in the ring and in the locker room, and he wanted me to tell you to tell Hunter to stop it."
Vince rolled his eyes. "Tell Kurt to grow up," he muttered. "No don't!" he exclaimed as JR began to write to down. "If you see him before I do, tell him that I'll talk to Hunter, ok?"
"Got it." JR lowered his clipboard. "That's it for today. I'll see you at the booking meeting."
"See you then." Vince sighed again, running through the company's profits in his head again to remind himself why it was all worth it.
THE END