Jeff_Hardy_666
*walks in and sits on couch*
i was hoping to get a shot at the World Heavyweight title if it's not a problem
*Christian looks up irratated*
"Just make yourself at home. Want me to fetch you some coffee or your slippers?"
*he rolls his eyes and shakes his head*
"YOu must be new here since you don't seem to grasp how this works. I'm the boss. You're the lucky man that has a job working for me. You knock on that door and wait for me to tell you to come in. Then you ask me for your match or whatever. Now, you expect to just barge in here, sit on my couch and tell me you deserve a shot at the World's Title? What have you done to earn it?"
*pauses and waits for Jeff to start to answer and cuts him off.*
"Nothing! There's people in that locker room that have busted thier asses and made me allot of money. They deserves World's Title shots. All you've done is get on my nerves. Tell you what though. I'll give you a match. Happy now?"
*waits again but, cuts in before and answer can be given*
"Good! Now get the hell out of my office!"