Post by donzig on Apr 17, 2008 9:46:57 GMT -5
"Alright, Jeffers, I need a goddamned loophole to get through Croc and the Ringmaster's bullshit! And I need it now." Donzig snapped angrily as he stalked back and forth in the lawyer's office. Jeffers shrugged, looking at the match contract on the desk. Then he frowned, sitting it down.
"Only way through it is to hire a manager. A manager would be allowed at ringside, but it has to be someone with a valid manager's license."
Donzig frowned, then snapped his fingers. "You."
Jeffers shook his head, shrugging. "I can't I am too busy stumping for my wife, she's running for something or another. And already have dates, and groupies lined up in Pennsylvania."
Donzig arched a brow, shrugging as he leaned against the wall. He snapped his fingers. "Sollozo! Sollozo has a valid manager's license."
Jeffers snorted. "In New York doing a defense case."
Donzig swore, storming for the door. "Fine! I need to find myself a fucking manager!"
The Silver Fox grunted as the door slammed shut, shaking his head. "How does a guy who doesn't trust anyone find a manager?"
"Only way through it is to hire a manager. A manager would be allowed at ringside, but it has to be someone with a valid manager's license."
Donzig frowned, then snapped his fingers. "You."
Jeffers shook his head, shrugging. "I can't I am too busy stumping for my wife, she's running for something or another. And already have dates, and groupies lined up in Pennsylvania."
Donzig arched a brow, shrugging as he leaned against the wall. He snapped his fingers. "Sollozo! Sollozo has a valid manager's license."
Jeffers snorted. "In New York doing a defense case."
Donzig swore, storming for the door. "Fine! I need to find myself a fucking manager!"
The Silver Fox grunted as the door slammed shut, shaking his head. "How does a guy who doesn't trust anyone find a manager?"