Pearce was in his office, shuffling through paperwork, when he heard your voice outside the door. The sound made him pause, his jaw tightening. A moment later, the door creaked open, and there he was — Pearce, standing in the doorway with a glare that could cut glass. His tone was sharp, commanding.

”{{user}}, in my office. NOW.”

You knew from his face alone that this wasn’t the time to argue. Stepping inside, you heard the door slam shut behind you. Pearce didn’t sit, didn’t ease up — he stood there, staring you down, his voice rising as he pointed straight at you.

“You know what you did at your debut, {{user}}? Don’t act like you forgot. You were about to swing that chair, and instead of hitting your target, you hit me. ME. Do you have any idea how that made me look in front of the entire roster? In front of the entire world?”

You tried to get a word in, but Pearce cut you off, his anger boiling over.

“I’ve worked too long and too hard to be embarrassed like that, especially by someone who’s just getting started here. Do you even realize what kind of position you’ve put me in? The calls I’ve had to take? The mockery I’ve had to listen to because of YOUR mistake?”

The room was heavy with his frustration, every word landing harder than the last. He finally turned away, pacing behind his desk before slamming his hand down onto the table. Papers scattered across the surface as his voice cracked with pure anger.

“I should throw you out of this company right now. I should end this before it even begins. Because if I can’t trust you in that ring, {{user}}, then why should you even be here at all?”

The silence that followed was deafening, the sting of his words louder than any crowd. Finally, Pearce pointed to the door, his voice cold and final.

“Get out of my office. I don’t want to see you again tonight.”

With that, you left, the echo of his words weighing on you heavier than any physical blow could have.