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*Mav uncrossed his arms as he gazed at the two competitors and looked back to the GM*

"Makes no difference to me......you make the call GM....I'll see you children in the ring haha"

Donny had been about to knock when Christian walked out, cursing slightly "Damn, I needed a match"

"Do you have any idea for a opponent? Gotta be someone on the roster that you've wanted a piece of."

*Edge knocks, and lets himself in, without waiting for approval. Why not, nobody else even makes the effort to knock. He grabs a chair and sits down in front of Chrisitan's desk.*

Look bro, I'm not here to request a match. I'm here to make a business proposal. Now, a lot of people like Steve Sparks and Maverick have been referring to themselves as "legends" in the past few days, and I was reflecting upon how much effort it would take to interupt them atevery turn to correct them. Frankly, I believe in the cause, but I just don't have the energy. So I was thinking, it might be a good idea on a few different levels to set up status rankings. Rookie being new, regular being somewhat less new, veteran being over a year, and Legend meaning... Well, legend. Like you, Julia, Christy, Draze, Drunko, and myself. It would give people something to strive for, and it would put a damper on any idiots with three matches under their belts from having delusions of grandeur.

*He waits for Christian's response.*

Finally, after a good half hour of searching, the door to the GM's office was found. Sure, he would have found it sooner, but that damned vending machine on the opposite end of the hallway was just begging to be raided. Nevertheless, after a much needed energy boost, he got back to the task at hand.

"Hmmm...looks familiar enough. Now..." With a slight twitch, he began a slow knocking on the door. "Hello? Hello? Hello. Hello! HELLO!! BOSSMAN!! YOU IN THERE!?!? BOSSMAN!! IMPORTANT!!" This would continue, the knocking gradually going faster and faster, the random shouts continuing in frequency, until he was answered.

Sure, some would find this annoying, but seeing as how the title belt in his possession was currently up for grabs in a tournament of sorts, Jack figured this was downright necessary.

"Yeah, I know.....Look I don't care, just make it happen! The NWWE's big return to the Garden! I'm telling you, it'll make a m....."
Christian, having been paying more attention to the caller on his cell phone and, running on auto pilot to his office, wasn't aware of the man sitting outside of the door. The man, serving as something of a speedbump, tripped Christian, causing him to drop his phone, only barely catching his balance before falling on the floor. Stepping over the man, he retrieved his phone.
"Look, I gotta call you back."
He then looked to Jack.
"Why the hell are you sitting in front of my door?"

Christian watched Jack's exit with confusion on his face. As the man rounded the corner, Christian shook his head.
"So that's what happenes when you get hit too many times with a chair...."