"The French boxer Geoffroi "Glass Joe" Rosseau has turned himself in to the authorities, claiming that he was the mystery assailant from last night. He explained the crime in explicit detail and even going as far as bringing incriminating evidence to the police station. More information at noon. Now for the weather report with Josh Parker."
The room was silent; nobody could believe what they just heard. It wasn't possible. He was the kindest of them all, he just wouldn't go around punching people. But there he was, turning himself in to the police. Every boxer that was in that room had fought Geoffroi at some point; the French was like a willing bridge to their eventual sucess. Hell, Richard "Super Macho Man" Nelson was just a C-rated actor and body builder until he met Glass Joe. He remembered how everything played out, how he was inspired to do better and be known by everyone. It was also the first time anyone in the industry had seen him angry.
"Non, I will not fight you."
"Come on, it's a win-win situation; you'll fall after the first punch, I'll get famous for my skills while you earn extra cash from the side."
"Do you really think I will stoop so low just to earn some extra money? I am not interested."
"Okay, I'll double the price. No, triple it! You're literally the worst fighter here, you've clearly have done this before, so stop trying to pull my leg."
"How dare you accuse me of such a thing! Besides, by the looks of it, even with all your muscles and strenght, you're a mediocre boxer without even starting."
"Watch your words buddy! I could easily beat you to a pulp!"
"Then why do you need to pay me to lose, hm?"
"Huh?"
"If you are so confident in winning against me, then why pay me to lose? Are you afraid you won't make a good impression with the media, or do you think you're not capable of beating me? What ever your reason, boxing is about passion et de fierté! I don't see any of that in your persona. You're just a façade, an empty shell. But, I see potential in you. I want you to come back and challenge me when you decide what you really want to do with your life."
Truely, a man of reasoning and wise words. Which made the current situation completely and utterly unbelievable. A heavy sigh broke the silence in the room; Mr. Gerbasi was clearly enraged, his hands grasps tightly the papers he held. Things were about to get serious.