"So, whaddaya think?"

[Eric Dane's brow furrowed.]

Dane:
About what?

[Buffalo Brian Slater shifted uncomfortably in a chair that was much too small for him. The chair was made to be uncomfortable, as the Boss liked for people to squirm when doing business with him, but it dug particularly painfully into the Mack truck-sized back of the Buffalo.]

BBS:
Seth Stratton.

[The furrowed brow was followed by a frown.]

Dane:
Young. Stupid. Wasted potential.

BBS:
What about the match?

Dane:
What match?

BBS:
With me.

[The Boss guffaws.]

Dane:
You're retired!

BBS:
So? He got shit on me!

[The Only Star considers this for a moment.]

Dane:
Fine. You can have the match. It's on your head if makes you look like a Security Guard on national Television.

[Slater hadn't exactly considered that.]

BBS:
What-- whaddaya mean?

Dane:
If he beats you, then I'll give him a contract. But if he does, I'm gonna make you his full time babysitter. Ain't nobody got time to deal with his shit with a smile, so I'll have to assign someone to it. That someone, will be you, Brian. You alright with that?

[The Buffalo takes a second, but doesn't hesitate.]

BBS:
Fuck it, yeah, if I can't squash that little bug, then I probably deserve to be carryin' his bags anyway...

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