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 Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 9:53 pm
The man called Boom came into the office, wearing a tuxedo shirt while carrying flowers and chocolate. He breathed through the gas mask.  "Is...Mindy here?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 9:56 pm
The God of Punks stared at the weapon in the briefcase, his nonchalant features unwavering at the show of support. "How interesting..." He muttered while pushing himself out of the chair, placing his hands on his desk to lean forward and stare at the weapon. "Lemme ask you though, Leone..."
Matt's eyes moved up to glare back at The Lion, a spark of irritation clear in his eyes. "Just who the ******** do you think -I- am? You think I'm gonna let those three cowards run around, making my life hell any longer? You all act like their actions affect -you-. Guess what? They affect -me- more than anything. I've lost a Champion, one that kicked your a** all over Hardcore Harvest. My company is the one paying for the medical bills around here, not yo-"
The General Manager was rudely interrupted YET AGAIN, this time by... the raving lunatic from last week? "... Huh, what?!" Matt stared at the man with his eyes narrowed and nostrils flared. "No, she isn't! Can't you see I'm busy?! Do not not know how to knock?!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 10:15 pm
Boom... seemingly unphashed by the bosses yelling stared for a moment.
"You... seem stressed... you should try.... chamomile tea...."
He then turned and left the office.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:22 am
Cyrus turned to stare at the man with the gas mask, BBW seemed to be full of freaks lately. He turned back to the General Manager, narrowing his eyes at the man. He spun the briefcase around and snatched the staple gun out of it. "Watch your words Mr. Shanahan!" The Lion's gravely voice raised slightly and he knocked the briefcase from the table with a brush of his hand. "I came here to talk about the future, not the past or what bills you have to pay!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 9:49 am
"Threaten me again, Leone," Matt snapped back in a harsh tone, his eyes locked onto The Lion with an unwavering stare. "Tell me to watch my words again. I dare to make the same mistake that those little shits have earlier tonight. I will give you the -exact- same treatment I plan on giving them." The God of Punks kept his hands on the desk and his eyes level with Cyrus'.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 10:11 am
Cyrus gripped his weapon tightly as he stared back at the God of Punks. The rage swirled inside of the Untamed Lion until he simply grinned at the General Manager, the anger still clear in his eyes. He slowly slipped the staple gun in his back pocket. "Regardless, your time is coming Matt, your time is coming. If not by them, by something worse." He turned and headed towards the door. Leone stopped just as he made it to the door. "By the way, a lion has no need of threatening it's prey. I hope you'll remember that the next time we meet."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 10:17 am
"... I'll keep that in mind, pup," Matt spat out while sitting back in his chair, his eyes remaining on the exiting man. "Oh, and Leone? I suggest you start worrying about -your- future more than anyone else's. Your shot at the Crimson City contendership tonight? It's the last shot you'll be getting for a long time. After all... why should I even be giving you a shot, when you practically let Andrew Styles shove his boot up your a** at The Harvest?"
The General Manager let an odd smile cross his lips, a rare sight for anyone, "Go on. Don't wanna be late to your next a** kicking."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 10:28 am
Cyrus kept his eyes on the door until Matt was finished. The Untamed Lion shook his head and exited the office. It wasn't the first time his career had been threatened, and won't be the last. He'd have to make sure this match would be twice as entertaining for the general manager.
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