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Thugnelly is sitting in his office on his black leather chair behind a desk covered in paper.
Thugnelly is working through some of the paper.
Suddenly the door opens.
Marc ulrich storms in.
Thugnelly looks up at Marc Ulrich and continues with his work.
Marc: Thug, do you know who I am? I hear you run this place right?
Thug: Yes I do. Who are you?
Marc: I'm Marc Ulrich, your Cruiserweight champions, big brother.
Thug: Oh, Marc Ulrich? Yes what do you want?
Marc: I want a shot at Lars's title. I know I can beat him.
Thug: You're not even on this roster, how do you expect to do that?
Marc: I want a contract then.
Thug: You know what? I'm guna make you earn it kid.
Marc: Earn it? Kid? I'm older then you, and most likely been around alot alonger too. You have to be kidding me.
Thug: Marc, I think I may have seen you somewhere before. I know you can wrestle. XWC. Thats it. You were the XWC Heaveyweight champion right?
Marc: Yes I was. And now I want to be a T.O.C. champion. Now about my contract?
Thug: Ah, yes. Your contract is going to be special. Some, ah, not so normal additions to yours.
Marc: What do you mean?
Thug: You'll see. I'll get it to you soon. I need to do some of this work, and then I'll write it up for you. I expect to see you here next week, and be ready for anything, your contract will explain everything, and I'll get to you with extra info as it comes in...
Marc: Ah, that sounds... Fun?
Thug: Good. 'Till then, goodbye Marc. Though, feel free to stick around and see how T.O.C. runs compared to XWC. You'll see we are a step above your old stomping ground. Haha.
Marc: Ah, ok. bye then, and I'll be here to see how my brother does to.
Marc Ulrich walks out, watched carefully by thugnelly.
Thugnelly ocntinues on with his paper work...
Thugnelly is working through some of the paper.
Suddenly the door opens.
Marc ulrich storms in.
Thugnelly looks up at Marc Ulrich and continues with his work.
Marc: Thug, do you know who I am? I hear you run this place right?
Thug: Yes I do. Who are you?
Marc: I'm Marc Ulrich, your Cruiserweight champions, big brother.
Thug: Oh, Marc Ulrich? Yes what do you want?
Marc: I want a shot at Lars's title. I know I can beat him.
Thug: You're not even on this roster, how do you expect to do that?
Marc: I want a contract then.
Thug: You know what? I'm guna make you earn it kid.
Marc: Earn it? Kid? I'm older then you, and most likely been around alot alonger too. You have to be kidding me.
Thug: Marc, I think I may have seen you somewhere before. I know you can wrestle. XWC. Thats it. You were the XWC Heaveyweight champion right?
Marc: Yes I was. And now I want to be a T.O.C. champion. Now about my contract?
Thug: Ah, yes. Your contract is going to be special. Some, ah, not so normal additions to yours.
Marc: What do you mean?
Thug: You'll see. I'll get it to you soon. I need to do some of this work, and then I'll write it up for you. I expect to see you here next week, and be ready for anything, your contract will explain everything, and I'll get to you with extra info as it comes in...
Marc: Ah, that sounds... Fun?
Thug: Good. 'Till then, goodbye Marc. Though, feel free to stick around and see how T.O.C. runs compared to XWC. You'll see we are a step above your old stomping ground. Haha.
Marc: Ah, ok. bye then, and I'll be here to see how my brother does to.
Marc Ulrich walks out, watched carefully by thugnelly.
Thugnelly ocntinues on with his paper work...
