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Post by undefined on Apr 4, 2007 14:21:41 GMT -5
It was that one match at Pantheon that started it all off. A match that will continue to stay in his mind for a long time. The deliveries of the Guard Smash, the violent collision of chairs, the taste of his own blood. It was all rushing back in no time. Testudo had yearned to wrestle again. He delved deeper into his career, such as his first taste of WCW gold...
And then he opened his eyes. The rushing memories had caused Testudo to forget where he was in the first place: standing outside the office of Carmella Blackheart. Here is where he would be able to gain the contract he desired. He stared at the door with caution: Testudo had heard of Carmella before back in LXW, but the two have never met in person. The possibility of her remembering who he was is very slim. However, Testudo pressed on, stepping up to the door and raising his left hand, knocking on the glass panel a couple of times. Taking one step back, he then muttered under his breath.
"Here goes nothing..."
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Apr 4, 2007 15:12:52 GMT -5
Come on in...
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Post by undefined on Apr 4, 2007 18:16:01 GMT -5
Come on in. Those were the exact words Testudo wanted to hear. Smirking, Testudo grabbed a hold of the door handle and pulled it down, releasing the latch and pushed the door forwards, allowing himself into Miss Blackheart's office. Noticing the figure of authority in front of him, Testudo smiles politely before closing the door behind him. Taking two steps forward, Testudo greets Carmella.
"Miss Blackheart I presume?"
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Apr 4, 2007 19:49:08 GMT -5
That is correct, sir.
The figure, this man...he looked familiar. Another face from the past? She had to be sure...
And you are?
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Post by undefined on Apr 5, 2007 5:56:39 GMT -5
"Heh. I had a feeling you wouldn't have known."[/b]
Shifting his body position only slightly, Testudo began introducing himself to Miss Blackheart.
"The name's Testudo. Back in LXW, I was a manager to the tag team known as Chaos Theory. Back then, I was considering if this was the end for my wrestling career, but now, here I am, ready to school some young punks on how to actually wrestle in this place."[/b]
A smirk appears on his lips.
"So... got a contract available?"[/b]
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Apr 5, 2007 8:05:37 GMT -5
The name...
Yes, it does ring a bell. I vaguely remember your only match there, and you did put on quite the show. I'm one who doesn't measure success in victories and losses, and someone like you can certainly relate to that.
She sighs...
We do certainly have our fair share of cocky youngins in the XWA, but just as many experienced veterans as well, and I'd be more than happy to add you that list.
Smiling she pulls out an XWA Contract and pen, sliding it across the desk to Testudo.
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Post by undefined on Apr 5, 2007 8:43:28 GMT -5
Testudo stepped forward to the desk, looking down to the contract that was on offer right in front of him. After taking a brief moment to contemplate what was printed on the contract, Testudo looks back up to Miss Blackheart.
"Perfect."[/b]
Returning back to the contract, Testudo picked up the pen with his right hand and begins signing his real name (Jerrold Callahan) onto the required sections. Taking only a few seconds, Testudo finishes by putting the pen down onto the contract and sliding it back to his new boss.
"Any other information I need to know of? Or can I just go straight into ass kicking?"[/b]
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Apr 5, 2007 8:50:28 GMT -5
The only other info you need is the location of our next show...which is Beaumont, TX. If you're fast enough you can jump into something right off the bat, I'm pretty sure there'll be enough opportunity for you to get some airtime.
She extends her hand to him with a smile...
Welcome to the XWA!
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Post by undefined on Apr 5, 2007 9:01:45 GMT -5
Another smile is produced on the face of Testudo, as he gladly accepts the handshake by Miss Blackheart.
"Thanks."[/b]
Releasing the handshake and sending a nod of respect towards his new boss, Testudo turns his body to face the door. He then takes a grip on the door handle and pulls it down, opening the door and allows himself through the archway. The door then closes behind the 6'11" giant. Testudo released a sigh of relief, knowing that he was now able to get back to doing what he knows best: taking out cocky punks inside the ring.
"A chance to visit Texas huh? Sweet."[/b]
Scratching above his scar that goes through his left eye, Testudo proceeds to leave the area, hoping to gain a flight to Texas and his first wrestling match of 2007.
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