Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted October 23, 2003 From the office of the SWF Commisioner... *KNOCK KNOCK* Startled out of his reverie, Mark Stevens looks up from his paperwork. "Come in!" The door opens and in steps the SWF's resident cruiserweight supreme, the Wildchild. In his left hand, he holds a sheet of paper. "Wildchild," Stevens says warmly. "What can I do for you?" "First of all," says Wildchild, "I wan' t'know what you plan t'do about Va'aiga attacking me on Storm." Mark turns his palms towards the sky and shrugs his shoulders slightly. "I can't really do much of anything, kid; technically, you provoked him, so I really can't even fine him!" Wildchild grunts loudly, and begins to shake his head. "Figures; I'm beginning t' t'ink dat dis place is turning inta de "Everybody get dere licks in on Wildchild" club! I already know dat you're a member!" "It was an honest mistake, Wildchild," explains Stevens, "and I'm sorry. I never should have put my hands on you; I got some bad information - hell, we all did - and I reacted poorly. Surely you can understand the position I was in, though." Wildchild's face scrunches up, as if not quite believing the commissioner, but thinks better of saying so. "At any rate, I came here t'ask you about somet'ing." Stevens leans back in his chair. "Ask away." The Bahama Bomber unfolds the paper in his hand and places it on the commissioner's desk, sliding it across and into Mark's hands. "I want dat." Stevens eyebrows raise as he takes a closer look at the sheet. "Are you serious?" The Bahama Bomber nods in response. "I'm in a bad way; I know I'm goin' t'have t'defend de Hardcore Title, but I'm not really in de condition to get through a hardcore match right now. I need dis until I'm healed." Mark shakes his head, a slow smile on his face. "You watch too much TV, kid. I tell you what; I'll allow this, but I'm going to need you to be examined on a weekly basis, and the minute - and I mean the second - you're given a 100 percent clean bill of health, this thing comes off! Wildchild nods. "More den fair. Thanks." As Wildchild leaves the commissioner's office, Mark looks at the paper again and shakes his head. "Kids today," he says. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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