Chasm speaks with Jason

Chasm threw the door open with a look on his face that could ignite clothing...

"Jason... we need to talk.."

"Okay..." Jason closed the file he was going over as he sat back in his chair..

"Have a seat Chasm.... " He gestured across from him.

"No.. I'd rather stand... I'm not happy Jason... Not happy at all.." Chasm stood by the large drafting board in the corner his fists clenched to a white knuckle tightness..

"You said this'd be different... a good.. clean fed.. no problems.... well you know what...." he gripped the edge of drafting board, pulling down with a resounding crash..

"You lied you little twerp... I had a lot've respect for you.. .but right now... you've let those kids run loose way too long.. You've got a lot've raw power running off anarchy.. and someone's going to get hurt... in fact.. someone already did get hurt... and it's your sorry arse that's in the sling because the kid that got hurt was one of mine..... " he closed the distance between himself and Jason quickly... the evident difference in body mass quite clear between them..

"Now you've got a choice... you can clean up your act... and I won't have to shove you out a window.... or you can keep up the routine pretending not to care... and we can meet back up.. and see if you can fly...." Chasm's hands came across Jason's shoulders, wiping some dust of them ever so slowly..

"Oh... and one more thing.... On Tuesday.... You're going to GIVE me... Big Bobby.... In the ring or out've it..... I don't care..... he's mine.... " he tore into Jason with the coldest of stares... then shook his head..

"You had potential.... but you're blowing it out your swollen arsecrack.. Fix your roster.... or I fix you.." With that.. Chasm left the office... Leaving Jason to check for urine stains..