Knock at the door.
Aaron McClanahan: Come in.
Rex comes through the door, bandaged up from the war.
Rex: I want Biggfoot.
Aaron: Rex, I admire and appreciate your passion, but he nearly killed you last week.
Rex: Last week it was his kind of match,this week I want my kind of match.
Aaron: I can't do that.
Rex: I thought you were the boss. The one who was going to keep balance. You want balance, give me my match.
Aaron: *sighs* What kind of match are we talking about?
Rex: Submission Match.
Aaron: *shakes his head* You're in no shape to compete in that kind of match. You could be permanantly injured!
Rex: Give me the match or I'll go talk to the GM who I am sure would be more than happy to let his beast loose on me again. At least if you make the match, I know there won't be any tricks or additional stipulationms. I need to redeem the MPD. My match, my time, my way, and I will give you a victory.
Aaron: Let me think about it.
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