THEY LIKE CHICKEN

Dave Turner can be seen sitting in his office, planning out his team for the 7v7 Tug of War match to take place at Validation in four weeks time. Out of the corner of his eye he notices a ripple in his glass of water. He stands to his feet and looks out of the window, looking for the source, thinking it could potentially be some sort of tremor. From behind he hears the sound of glass breaking, he turns to see his glass of water on the floor, however the tremors have stopped, and leans back in his recliner looking to get back to work. Until....

THUMP

THUMP

THU--

And with the third thump the door blasts off of its hinges to see behind it, Dimitri Nurmgomedov with his raised as if he was knocking on the door. Turner gets to his feet with a finger raised but Nurmogomedov cuts him off.

Dimitri Nurmogomedov:
No. It my time to talk, puny man.

Dave Turner:
THE DOO-

Dimitri Nurmogomedov:
No. My time.

Dave Turner:
Now ho--

Dimitri Nurmogomedov:
Understand It is the time for talk. My talk.

Dave Turner:
Oka--

Dimitri Nurmogomedov:
STOP IT NOW

Dave Turner:
I a--

Nurmogomedov picks up the nearest chair and launches it towards Turner who ducks, causing it go straight through his office window.

Dimitri Nurmogomedov:
Now you understand.

Nurmogomedov picks up Turners lineup for the 7v7 Tug of War match and turns it to face him.

Dimitri Nurmogomedov:
What this? How do you call this good team? Is this best you have to offer. Where is Nurmogomedov. Where is Dimitri. Look at Fusion lineup, they put faith In man got pinned like chicken in the babies play area. PINNED LIKE CHICKEN. Let me fight their chicken. Let me show you. The good mix.

What say you Dave, Dave.

Dave Turner lets off a small sigh before answering...

Dave Turner:
What.

Dimitri Nurmogomedov:
USE YOUR TONGUE DAVE, it your time. Speak.

Turner puts his head in his hands, Dimitri simply sitting on his comfy cabinet with an innocent look about him.

Turner
Firstly, all of these damages will be coming straight out of your next paycheck. And, Dimitri, you do remember that you lost at CyberSlam, correct? To Cobalt Ketchup? And further more, the reason you're not in action tonight is because of what Furious Frank did to you in your match last week, you needed ELEVEN stitches!!!

Nurmogomedov lets out a soft cough, as if he hasn't been listening to anything Dave's been saying.

Turner
Oh my god, okay, I get it. But there are a lot of superstars who want to represent Genesis at Validation, Dimitri, but I've only got five spots left to fill. So if you want in, prove it to me! I'll put you in a match next week and if you win, I'll add you to my lineup, yeah?

The Big Russian rises from his cabinet, a hungry grin taking over his face.

Nurmogomedov
I will show you GOOD MIX!

He then takes his leave, letting out a mighty roar and slamming his fist clean through the wall before exiting over the office door he had previously dismantled. Dave simply nods his head, knowing full well that he's the one who signed this brute of a man.