01-12-2007, 05:13 AM
Fresh off his victory alongside Super Buu, Seventeen sauntered down the hallway of the backstage area toward the office of the General Manager. Knocking twice, the cyborg poked his head in the door and waited for Burter to pivot to face him. The GM arched his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his board chest as the onyx-haired warrior slid into his room and shut the door.
"So I won that tag match," Seventeen replied, as if he actually knew that the reptile wasn't already aware. "That doesn't mean I still don't want my shot at the Asylum Championship. I'm willing to combat any foe if it means I get a chance to go against Broli. Even if I falter, I'm not going to stop until the Brolitizer's gold is where it should be...on my waist!" The man added, his voice commanding as he smiled faintly at the General Manager. "What do you say?" Seventeen tacked on, as politely as possible without compromising the aurora of badass he was striving to emanate.
"So I won that tag match," Seventeen replied, as if he actually knew that the reptile wasn't already aware. "That doesn't mean I still don't want my shot at the Asylum Championship. I'm willing to combat any foe if it means I get a chance to go against Broli. Even if I falter, I'm not going to stop until the Brolitizer's gold is where it should be...on my waist!" The man added, his voice commanding as he smiled faintly at the General Manager. "What do you say?" Seventeen tacked on, as politely as possible without compromising the aurora of badass he was striving to emanate.
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