A burning request...

the old woman gives azagoth a strange look, before sifting through a stack of documents in a folder.

"ah, here it is," she says.

"yes, brandon did mention that a few weeks ago. i think we can accommodate your request. i would like to warn you though, that as you are the one who requested this, you're going to be just as vulnerable as they are to the risks inherent in this type of match."

Dank walks into the office hearing what Azagoth suggesting.

Dank: Excuse me Eunice, but as the Champion dont i get a say in this, i mean since Azagoth love fire so much i'm sure he has excess to flame retarted gear. i cant see how that be fair to me or Power House. I say we dont need any gimmick matches but if we are to have one, Last Man Standing, its a crowd pleaser, plus who ever win will be the better ma. So what you say Azapunk.... you going to man-up or bitch out?

Brandon walks into the office from the private bathroom overhearing all that has been said. He sits at his desk and readjusts himself before speaking.

GM Brandon: Normally Mr. Buddha I would agree with you, but this is not normal times. It is our PPV and I want only the best matches possible. Therefore no you will not be allowed a say. I agree with this match and it will go forward as I see fit. Is that understood, or should I go ahead and strip you of the title?

The GM waits for the answer he knows will come.

Dank: Ok Brandon if thats way wayyou want to play it fine.

Dank takes off his title belt and with both hands hits Azagoth with it knocking him down. Dank the stares off at Brandon for a sec making up his mind.

Dank: What you really expect me to just give up. Ramenber who i am.

Dank leaves slamming the door.

Brandon looks at Dank as he is leaving. He looks on the floo where Azagoth is lying holding his face.

GM Brandon: Hmm. Guess you should have ducked.

Brandon goes to working on his computer.