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Hunting Horn
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Topic Started: Aug 16 2017, 10:24 AM (72 Views)
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BarbedFire
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Aug 16 2017, 10:24 AM
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The camera fades in to a shot of Razer's office. The commissioner is seated in his chair, idly shuffling what might be some important papers. With a sigh he throws the papers on the desk, leaning back in his chair and rubbing a hand across his face. Evidently work is getting to the commissioner.Suddenly, he starts as a loud noise and raised voices are heard outside the door. Sitting up in his chair, Razer frowns at the door, muttering to himself.
Razer: What the bloody hell is going on here? When do I get a break?
There isn't time for more grumbling though, as the door bursts open and in comes one of the fresher faces in PRW.
Wulfric: I don't give a rat's arse about appointments! I want to see him now!
He slams the door back shut, reducing Carol's shouts to muffled indignation. The Blood Wolf turns to face Razer, who is now half out of his chair, a cautious expression on his face.
Wulfric: You. I want in on this Pay per view! And I want Ace Andrews!
Razer: You think you can just come in here and de-?
Wulfric: Listen up you scouse bastard! I'm here to prove that I'm the greatest in this company right now! I'm not here to get shown up by some old has-been who managed to get lucky enough against me one time!
Wulfric slams his hands down on the table, knocking over a stack of files as he does so, and glares at the commissioner. Razer however, is unfazed. He stands up fully from his seat, towering over Wulfric, and leans over the table. Face to face with the upstart.
Wulfric: Give. Me. Ace.
Razer: Ace is already booked!
Wulfric: Cancel his match!
Razer: No way in hell will I do that now! You're going to have to face the facts here; You ain't fighting Ace. Deal with it!
Wulfric grits his teeth, clearly unimpressed with this turn of events. He glowers at the commissioner, who simply adjusts his suit and stands back upright. Razer pushes aside some of the files that have been dislodged by Wulfric. Sitting back down in his chair, he regards the Blood Wolf coolly. Wulfric, seeing that he isn't getting what he wanted, sneers and mutters some insults under his breath before turning back to the door.
Razer: However...
Just as his hand touches the doorknob, Razer's voice halts him in his tracks. The Northener looks back over his shoulder at the commissioner, who is looking up at one of his many display guitars. Wulfric walks back over to the desk, leaning on it again and motioning with his head 'go on'. Razer's attention isn't drawn however, and he simply kicks back in the chair.
Razer:...I've just had a call from someone who is looking forward to getting some action on in the ring. He has a particular investment in Clash of the Titans, and he said he wanted to have a match that night, regardless of who he'd be facing. Well that man he's facing...is you.
Wulfric opens his mouth but Razer cuts him off.
Razer: If you want to be the best in PRW, then you'd better be ready to face any and all comers. That's what a champion would do. So either you take this match, or you go and think about just what it is you're doing here.
Razer finally turns and locks eyes with Wulfric. The two stay there for a few seconds in a dead silence, Wulfric's fists clench and his mouth warps into a snarl before he pushes away from the desk.
Wulfric: Who is this guy?
Razer: "The best" would also be prepared to fight anyone in the ring. You'll find out soon enough.
Wulfric: ...It doesn't matter. I'll take anyone on. Whoever this punk is I'll rip him to shreds. And then you'd better give me Ace, or I'll be doing the same to you!
Wulfric rips open the door once more and storms out of the office, as the sounds of heavy footsteps recede Razer chuckles to himself.
Razer: You know what. After an interaction like that, I think I'm going to enjoy this one.
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