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On the Razer's Edge; Paladin meets with the boss.
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Topic Started: Feb 26 2018, 03:42 PM (69 Views)
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Paladin
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Feb 26 2018, 03:42 PM
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Paladins never forget.
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Paladin made his way to Razer’s office, surrounded on all sides by some of PRW’s most powerful officials. This was clearly an important meeting to involve so many of the company’s suits. If only he had the opportunity to change; Paladin was still clad in his ring gear, covered in dried sweat from his match. The only thing he wanted to do right now was take a warm shower and relax with an icepack on his shoulder. But, here he was, meeting with the general manager with his arm laying limp by his side and a throbbing pain in his shoulder.
“Here, look at this.” Razer said, handing Paladin a medical form with his name on it. The Brit sat down in the chair in front of Razer’s desk, looking it over quickly. Of course, it was a form he recognized. It was the official letter form from his doctor clearing him to compete at Salvation.
“Interesting right? Everything’s in order.” Razer picked up another form and slid it over. “Now take a look at this one.” Razer slammed his hand down on the desk and passed the paper over, but Paladin didn’t bother to look. He already knew what this was about.
He had been caught.
“So, you found out.” “Did you really think that you could keep this a secret Rider?” Razer said, sitting back at his desk. “This doctor is one of our employees. We always had suspicions that he cleared some competitors who shouldn’t have been competing, but this was the first time we had such an obvious case.” “If it was truly so obvious you wouldn’t have let me in that ring in the first place.” Paladin said, leaning inward. He winced as his shoulder rolled forward.
Razer shook his head. “I’d imagine that kills right now. Good.” Razer said. “I don’t know what you did for or told this doctor to get him to clear you, but he eventually confessed everything to us. You’re hurt Paladin. You should have never gotten into that ring tonight.” “And yet here we are.” “Don’t get snarky with me.” Razer said. He gestured to all of the men in suits surrounding the cramped office. “See all of them? They wanted me to fire you. Regardless of what your doctor told us, PRW is liable if we put an injured man in the ring.”
“You tough son of a bitch. I have no idea how you got through all that with a torn rotator cuff.” Razer shook his head. “And you just had one of the best matches I’ve ever seen. Which brings me to why you’re here...everyone else wants me to fire you, says you’re a liability. Me? I got too much respect for a performer like you to cast you aside like that. But there will be consequences.”
“I gotta admit, they all want me to ask how you did it, but I don’t give a damn if you bribed, begged, or threatened that doctor. All I’m curious about is why.” Razer said. “Why did you do it Jack? You’re lucky if this doesn’t end your career.”
“...” Paladin fell silent. He did not bother denying any of Razer’s accusations; that was pointless. Though, come to think of it, he didn’t really know why he had done it himself. Perhaps they were all for the same reason, to satisfy his ego. “Because I’d have to drop the championship.”
“You would have won others.” “Perhaps.” Paladin said. “I think, most of all, I wanted to show the Obsidian Knight that he didn’t break me. That I’m still here, and I’m coming for him.”
Razer shook his head. He looked disappointed. “Pride is what’ll kill you Jack. You can say what you want, but Mordrad did break you. What you need is more time to recover, not a championship around your waist.” The general manager sighed. “Now I have to give you time off whether you like it or not.”
“You’re suspended indefinitely. Get the hell out of my office.”
Paladin nodded. He had expected that this would happen the second he saw the papers Razer had in his possession. Still, now that it happened, he found himself speechless. Paladin stood up, making his way to the door, not bothering to look at any of the eyes watching him leave. As he stood in the doorway, however, he found that there was one thing on his mind. “Will I be able to come back in time for Superbattle?”
“You have other things you should be worrying about-” “Answer the question!” Paladin shouted. The Brit’s sudden burst of anger caught Razer off guard. Many of the men in the room jumped. “If you’re ready, we’ll talk then.” Razer said. “But why does that matter?” “Because if Mordrad wins the title, then he won’t be able to deny my rematch.” Paladin said, slamming the door beind him.
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