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Post by 'The Franchise' SM Raye on May 25, 2013 11:28:09 GMT -4
SM Raye is found outside the door of EVPW co-owner Kingbear. He is wearing a pair of camo shorts, one of his old 'One Man Miltia' shirts, a black hooded jacket, and a pair of those icy whites, Rebok classics. The One Man Militia brushes some lint from the left shoulder of the hoody before lifting his hand to the door. He prepares to knock, but instead shakes his head enters the office of the old bear without knocking and slams the door behind him.
"Do I have YOUR attention now?"
He looks at KB with a devious smirk as his boss looks up from his paperwork. The look on Big Sexy's face is not one of being impressed.
"What?"
TBC: He knows
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Post by KingBear on Jun 2, 2013 22:40:04 GMT -4
The big man glares a hole through the impatient and disrespectful wrestler before looking down at his paperwork again. He makes a few quick motions, signing his name on something, before looking back up at SM Raye. The pen drops from his left hand, settling on the papers before him as his paw grips at a glass of brown liquid sitting on his desk. Without uttering even a word, the big man brings the glass to his lips and takes a long drink, letting out a satisfied sigh before setting the chalice down once more.
"And what the fuck is it that I can do for you Raye? Do you feel like having a kneecap smashed? Maybe your face pummeled? Or do you want one of those pink pieces of paper?" A low growl comes from the gullet of the big man as he stands up, bringing his liquid courage container with him. The glass makes it's way to his lips once more, drowning out the distaste in his mouth from what he just signed before looking back to SM Raye.
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Post by 'The Franchise' SM Raye on Jun 2, 2013 22:51:58 GMT -4
"Well since you asked BOSS... There are a couple things you can do for me..."
He looks up at the almost seven foot tall King of Bears and shakes his head.
"ONE.. Show me the respect you know I fucking deserve for simply walking the god damn door of this shit hole... TWO... Stop acting like you're gonna kick MY ass OLD MAN... I wouldn't want you to break a hip... THREE... Put down the liquid courage you are trying to build up on since YOU are past YOUR prime... AND FOUR... How about you give me the RECOGNITION I DESERVE and just hand over the EVPW Championship... WHEN and IF you EVER get ONE."
The arrogance and experience in Raye's eyes shines brightly as he smirks at KB. He looks at the big man's shoulder and brushes some lint from it.
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Post by KingBear on Jun 2, 2013 23:12:35 GMT -4
The big man smirks the entire time, watching Raye as his mouth flaps before him, feathers primed to try and LOOK fancy. Waiting for the cocky youngster to finish, KB takes a drink from his glass and takes a step toward Raye, getting close enough that he has to crane his neck to look him in the eye. "I dont need this to stand up to you. And the only reason I havent smashed this glass against your skull yet is because I'm not done with my drink."
The Monarch Grizzly takes another swig from his glass, finishing off the contents before setting it gently on the desk behind him. A heavy swallow follows as he continues to look down at the brash wrestler before him. "As to the respect you deserve. You're right.. I should give you that respect. But in a minute. First I want to say, quite simply, the EVPW Decimation Title CAN be yours if you earn it. But not before, I will NEVER hand a title over to someone like you unless you beat every wrestler I put in your path first. And now for your much deserved respect."
A large paw comes up, striking SM Raye in the side of the head before the other jams forward, gripping the young man by his shirt. A heavy push of bulging arms forces Raye into the wall next to the door. Before throwing him out, KB reaches forward and gives the doorknob a twist and push. "Here's your respect kid." He brings his head down, slamming SM Raye with a headbutt and blocks a wild swing with his massive forearm before hoisting Raye up and tossing him out of his office on his head. After dusting off his hands, the big man pulls the door shut once more before moving back to his desk and pouring another glass of Whiskey.
TBC or EOT
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