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Post by robriot on Apr 24, 2024 4:39:13 GMT -5
Never one to turn down an invitation, Rob Riot retrieves the microphone he'd discarded earlier. He's half-smiling as he raises it to his mouth.
"So, just so we're all clear on what's happened here, you called this meeting to give the roster a chance to voice their concerns, and the only thing we found out is that ninety per cent of the people surrounding this ring right now want to kick your arse? I could have told you that without wasting all of our time, Drac. But I noticed that you didn't actually address anything I said to you. You tried to buy me off with a title shot. Not a bad strategy, I admit. I do love titles, and everyone knows it, however unless I'm very much mistaken, I think Frank's the guy who's owned the shot, right?"
He points at Frank Windsor, who's cracking his knuckles next to Riot.
"What I asked you is what it's going to take to shake you off? To get you out of all of our lives? Whether it's Fiegel, whether it's someone else, whether it's me with my cash or me with my fists, this roster wants you gone. It's just a question of when and how. So why don't you stave off a riot - pun intended - by giving us your departure plans right now?"
He looks like he's about to hand the mic back, but quickly adds.
"Oh yeah, and since you said it on record, I WILL have that title shot at Shadow Wars. But I expect Frank Windsor to be champion by then."
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Post by vastrix on Apr 24, 2024 7:44:21 GMT -5
Armand shakes his head, smoke trailing from his cigarette.
Armand von Krauss - I am going nowhere. I am here to stay. You want me gone, you'll have to retire or worse.
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