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Barbed Wire and the Commish
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Topic Started: Nov 16 2017, 04:51 PM (59 Views)
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Barbed Wire
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Nov 16 2017, 04:51 PM
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It's time to take PRW to a place darker still...
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((Can someone move this to the PRW headquaters please?))
Razer is sitting in his office, tuning his guitar. His room is, frankly, a mess, with various documents scattered around his desk and floor: all signs of the chaos that was ensuing going into Christmas Carnage. With a lot of matches potentially happening but only a few confirmed, PRW’s management was doing everything in their power to try and ensure that Christmas Carnage was more successful than Bloodletting. However, one problem was still present: other than a few stray tweets, there were no signs of Ace.
A knock is heard at the door. Razer doesn’t even lift his head. “Come in.” The door opens and Barbed Wire is being escorted by a pair of arena security guards. She had evidently been to the doctor’s office prior, with fresh stitches being used to keep her from bleeding any longer. The guards pulled out a seat for her, and she sat down. The expression on her face sent a clear message: she was not happy to be here.
“Is now really the best time-” “No, of course not. But unfortunately you’ve forced my hand, and now I have to take action.” Razer placed his guitar to the side and leaned forward. “You placed your hands on one of my officials tonight Wire.” “He was just an intern.” “An intern on my payroll. He’s still an official Wire. If it wasn’t for me talking him down, the next time you see him would be in a court. You laid your hands on him Wire. That’s assault.” Razer explained. “And now, I have to figure out an alternative course of action.”
“If you’re going to fire me, just do it. Stop wasting my time.” “You know, I considered that. You had a point during your little rant in the gorilla position though. I need talent. I’m running low on talent for PRW, especially since many of my top guys are taking plenty of time off around here.” Razer crossed his arms. “During your matches, you’ve shown that you’re worthy of the crowd’s attention. Given a little time, I think you could be a player. That is, of course, if you don’t screw it up for yourself.”
Wire stood up, and the guards readied themselves. Razer, however, ignored them and stood up himself, looming over Wire. “If that’s how you want things to go down, fine, take your shot. Just remember, it’ll be the last punch you throw in this business.” Wire slowly backed down]. “And what do you suggest we do? Suspend me?” ]“Something like that. I could give you a two week suspension, but then I’d have to find someone else to take your spot on the road. Still, I gotta punish you in some way.” Razer leaned against his desk. “You’re off the card for Christmas Carnage.” “What!?” “Listen, I know you’re always looking for a fight. There was some talk of you having a match with one of PRW’s rookies, but that’s off the table now.” Razer explains. “You want a spot? You gotta start showing me that you deserve it.”
“...fine. Have it your way.” Wire said as she stood up. The guards were still tense, but she made no sudden movements. “Are we done here?” “Yeah, get out of my office.”
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