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[The Amazing Rando 0]

"You wanted to see me, Tom?" Alan Clark stands in the doorway of Tom Flesher's office, his body still looking battered from his championship loss.

 

"Yes, yes. I just wanted to let you know that Ricky Barbosa was in here earlier looking for a match for next week, and one of my many beautiful secretaries informed me that I had already booked the two of you against the Predators next week. You are still a team, right?" Flesher smirks from behind his desk, his feet kicked up as he sips at a martini.

 

"What? STILL? No! NEVER! We were NEVER a team! I don't need that idiot following me around anymore! If you make me his partner next week I am just not going to even show up!"

 

"Really? Let me think about that for a moment..." Flesher takes another sip from his glass and strokes at his chin. "Alright, then since you seem to not want Ricky in your corner next week, you can face off against the Predators alone. And if you fail to show up I will simply void your contract, and I don't think your friends at Disney would like that very much, now would they?" Alan's face is bright red with anger, but he knows better than to take out any aggression physically.

 

"FINE!"

 

"Wait, Alan," Clark spins around just before exiting the office, "if you do happen to find a partner between now and next week, then that's fine with me, oh, but your so-called "Wildcard" friends are banned from ringside during the match. I'm not exactly fond of hearing OAOAST chants during my shows. Understand? Oh, And have a magical week, too."

 

"Yeah, ditto." Alan can be heard mumbling as the scene fades to black.

[muzz 0]

You could have replaced all of Flesher`s lines with an evil laugh.