Ghetto looked out of the skybox to the empty arena seats.
Valerie: Would you mind taking a seat Mr. Fire.
It was a statement not a question.
Ghetto: Oh sorry.
Valerie: You have three minutes, starting now.
Ghetto: OK.
...................................
Valerie: Is there a reason that you came here?
Ghetto: To discuss my upcoming match stip.
Valerie: Ah yes the other competitor in the Suicide Scaffold match.
Ghetto: Yeah, I kinda sort of don't like that stipulation.
Valerie: Why not? I know you have an extensive background in hardcore matches.
Ghetto: Yeah but this just seems nasty man, like I'd be more willing than a two dollar hooker if I disliked Strikmore....but I don't he's a cool brother.
Valerie: Well it's not my problem how you feel about people is it?
Ghetto: Well I guess so.....
Valerie: Have a good entertaining match.
Ghetto: But I, uh-....
Before Ghetto can continue his statement Blackjack tells him to shut up with a few nasty barks.
Ghetto: Nice talking with you Ms. Stern, later.
Ghetto then runs faster than a cat towards a nice pile of catnip.
He sprints all the way down to the first row of the seats in the arena in which he spots a familiar face.
Ghetto: Matt, hey long time no see.
Matt: Hey.
Apparently Strikmore had decided to make his way out to the ring.
Matt: You're meeting go ok?
Ghetto: Well, uh it didn't accomplish anything really.
Matt: Aw, that's too bad....say I got an idea.
Ghetto: Shoot.
Matt pulls out a pop gun and shoots it in the air.
Ghetto: That was funny.
Matt: Anyway my idea is that right here and right now, since we won't have a chance later on, we have a real wrestling match.
Ghetto: Okey dokey.
The two then go onto have the best sparring wrestling match in the world.
Too bad no one saw it.
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