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Paladin Rules; The White Knight visits the Commish
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Topic Started: Oct 30 2017, 08:44 PM (76 Views)
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Paladin
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Oct 30 2017, 08:44 PM
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Paladins never forget.
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((This post is intended for the commissioner's office, but for some reason I can't post there. If someone could move this topic, it'd be much appreciated.))
The camera zooms in a wooden door comes into focus. On the door is a plaque that says “Office of the Commissioner.” The cameraman opens the door, and inside is Razer sitting on his desk tuning his guitar. Immediately, Razer rolls his eyes as the cameramen enter. “Ugh, not you guys again. Anytime a camera crew comes in here, it means some wrestler wants to barge in here and-”
“Mr. Razer!” A raspy man with a British accent yelled. Paladin barges into the office, shoving the sound guy out of the way as he steps up next to Razer’s desk. The commissioner stares at him briefly, rolls his eyes, and places his guitar by the side of the desk. This was clearly not a visitor he was happy to see.
“Paladin, did you set up an appointment? I have a lot of...commissioner things to do.” Razer said, searching for an excuse to cut this meeting short. “No, but seeing as we have a big pay-per-view coming and seeing as Bloodletting was a bit of a stinker, I wanted to tell you that your next show will at least have one big match on it.” Paladin was grinning from ear-to-ear. “I have laid down the gauntlet, and I am challenging Mordrad for the PRW Internet Championship.”
Now it was Razer’s turn to smile. “Ah, you know that’s good to hear. I’ve been saying since the day we got you to sign with us that PRW needs to find someone to kick your ass. I think Mordrad is just the man to do it.” Paladin raised his eyebrows in shock. “You make it sound like you have some personal vendetta against me.” “Not a vendetta, but you’ve been running your mouth about PRW since the day you walked through that curtain. You don’t like how we glorify hardcore matches and that many of our wrestlers became stars through hitting people with chairs and getting flung through tables.” Razer stood up, toe-to-toe with Paladin. “You have a right to your opinion. But I think you overlook how much hard work some of these men and women put into their craft.”
Paladin did not seem impressed. Instead, he smiled at Razer and removed his sunglasses so he could look Razer in the eye. “Hard work never won championships. If it did, my old tag team partner would be standing at the top of PRW, and Barbed Wire would be his challenger. My way might not be one that earns me many fans, but it’s the right way nonetheless.” “Heh…funny you mentioned Barbed Wire. All week, that’s the match I’ve been hearing about. The main event of Bloodletting delivered, but that was expected. But for a match on the middle of the card between two newbies to almost steal the show...that is impressive.” Razer clasped his hands. “So, Mr. Rider, what can I do for you?”
“You saw what happened to Augustin Gates.” Paladin said. “Of course. It’d be hard to miss that.” Razer crossed his arms and leaned back against his desk. “I seem to remember you saying something about how this company should have fired Mordrad for what he did. If I got rid of every guy who got a bit too rough, I’d have no roster. And Gates knew what he was getting into.” “And I would agree...except for the fact that as much as everyone likes to talk about how huge and devastating Mordrad is, they often forget that he had help that night. Shira Beru interfered in their match.” Paladin explained. “She attacked both Mordrad and Gates.” “And that begs the question...who would have won had she not interfered? That conclusion doesn’t satisfy me Razer. When I beat Mordrad, and mark my words, I will beat him, I want there to not be a doubt in anyone’s mind who the better man is.” Paladin said. “But, he has all of those men surrounding him at all times. Apocalyptica. And you know that they will attack me at some point if things do not go his way.” “Then what is your proposal? A cage match? Hell in a Cell?” Razer asked. “Nothing so barbaric. I propose a new type of match. It’s what I’ve chosen to dub the Paladin Rules match. No weapons are allowed, and there is no champion’s advantage. Just two men in a fair fight.” Paladin smirked, quite pleased with his proposal.
“That...sounds super lame.” “Let’s face it Razer, neither me nor Mordrad need any weapons to beat each other to a pulp. If your moronic fanbase wants blood, I can practically guarantee that they will get it. Even better, they will have is a definitive winner. If Apocalyptica interferes, Mordrad loses his precious championship.” Paladin said smugly. “...and because you’re an unlikable bastard, nobody would ever come out to help you.” Razer said. Immediately, Paladin’s smile turned to a scowl. “Hey, relax. I’ll give you what you want. Or, rather, I’ll give you a shot to put your idea into reality. We’re going to have a match next week.”
Razer pointed to the side of his desk. “In one corner, it will be the white knight of PRW, Paladin. And in the other corner, it will be one member of Apocalyptica of Mordrad’s choosing. Any other members of the group will be banned from ringside.” Razer nodded to Paladin. “I’ll be frank, I don’t like Mordrad or that group of his attacking my wrestlers, so I will give you what you ask for Rider.”
“Excellent Razer. I guess you’re not so bad after all.” Paladin clapped his hands together and began to turn towards the exit, but Razer placed his hand on Paladin’s shoulder to stop him. “But, if you lose, then Mordrad will be able to pick the stipulation for the match. And it will be whatever stipulation he so chooses. Understand?”
Paladin initially seemed angry, but eventually his face softened. “Of course. It’s only fair. Besides, we both know that neither of his goons could ever beat me.”
Edited by Paladin, Oct 30 2017, 08:46 PM.
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