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Post by xlusciousxjohnnyx on Jun 18, 2010 1:48:10 GMT -5
"You must be Roland Dunkirk" said a voice from behind an open locker door. "Welcome to the fold." "Welcome indeed" said Roland, slamming the locker door shut, fanning the the scent of tiger balm and sweat in the face of the man. "So what do you do around here?" asked Roland. "I'm a ref" the man answered. "Well ref" said Roland, hoisting his gym bag over his shoulder, "how's the competition around here?" "What've you heard?" asked the ref. "I've heard a lot of hard talk, I've seen a lot of fancy costumes and caked on make up and I can only wonder if these guys are really gonna bring the fight to me, or maybe I'm just wasting my time." Roland said in a somewhat mocking tone, trying to get a rise out of the ref. "Well sir" started the ref, "I've never tangled with any of them and I certainly wouldn't want to." The ref leaned in close to Roland. "I know you're a real rough customer" said the ref in a lowered voice, "but don't take these guys lightly, they'll bring the fight to you. A small sneer crept across the hard, rangy lines of Roland's face. "I certainly hope so" Roland said as the ref watched him walk out the locker room door.
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