"I will repeat your request again." Leaning back in his work chair, Matt continued to stare at Urukka, who was sitting in front of him. "You don't want to participate in the qualifiers for the Askreim championship?"
The lizardman lowered his head. "My performance has been abysmal since I first came here. That doesn't mean I don't like it here. There are lots of new things I can discover... It's just... I want to build confidence first. The championship belt is something big at MFC. "
Matt tapped his desk. "But you have to give your spot to Gwae, who has fewer fights. Are you willing to do that? And you will be the one fighting Charles."
Urukka nodded. "It's okay, sir. I don't want to bother you any further. Thank you. I'll take my leave."
"Sure." Matt looked at Urukka walking away.
The president never expected much from that scaley creature. He's just a cheap fighter to fill MFC's roster.
Matt can fire him at any time and find a replac
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 100 – Friendly Gestures
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 104 – 99%
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