not so veiled threats

Tarandriel, followed as usual by his two ladies, enters the GM`s office. Jared rises the head from some paperwork.

Tarandriel: Well guess what. I destroyed another piece of cow dung you like to think of as one of your wrestler. A real shock that was, so unexpected...

But tell me, Mr. GM, do you see something missing on my person? No? Let me help you. It starts with a B and ends win an Elt. I wonder how such a mistake might have been made... Oh, I know. Some idiot forgot tell that little prick that passes as a champion around here that was demolished by me,that the poor belt is be rescued from disgrace that trollish offspring is inflicting upon it daily.

I have been a patient and generous man so far. I have, really. But my patience has limits. Think about it.

As he turns to leave, he snaps his fingers, as if he forgot something.

Tarandriel: Oh, in case you consider something stupid as releasing me, or something, think about two things.
First, my lawyers could strip you even of your underwear by breakfast.
And second ...

There, he nods to Adrianna.
Adrianna clenches her fist and casually shoots it into the door frame. After a resounding CRACK, a fist-shaped indentation is left in the wood.

Tarandriel: There. Some more foods for thought.