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Post by saint on Jun 26, 2007 0:20:51 GMT -5
It had been almost a year since Nathan had stepped into a professional wrestling ring. Ever since the downfall of LXW. The former company he was fired from in the two weeks he had first been there. Nathan had an attitude problem. A HUGE one when it came to authority. He didn't like the idea of a suit bossing him around and giving him directions in life. One suit he had major problems with was LXW's former Ringmasters GM, Carmella Blackheart. Her name spoke for itself. He hated her, pure and simple. The actions by her he witnessed, it just made him want to snap. It seemed that it was time to put up with her again.
Nathan looks over the business card he recieved as he rides the elevator to the floor Carmella's office sits on. He thought it was a shame that he had to travel all the way from Missouri to New York...yet again, for a job. But no distance was to far for this opportunity for him. The elevator dings as the doors open up. Nathan steps out and makes his way down the hall to Carmella's office. He politely knocks. Boss? |
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Jun 30, 2007 13:45:07 GMT -5
Well..I'm not exactly your boss yet, but do come in.
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Post by saint on Jun 30, 2007 13:48:57 GMT -5
Nathan enters the office with the usual straight face. He takes a seat in one of Carmella's chair in front of her desk, and gets relaxed.
Well, where's the paper?
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Jun 30, 2007 14:02:56 GMT -5
As he takes a seat, Carmella leans forward in hers, folding her hands in front of her on her desk. Emerald green eyes peering straight through young Mr. Saint.
Straightforward now, aren't we? No hello, no brash cockiness, no "sign me because I'm going to be your next world champion"? Surprising...
If I may ask though, why should I get out one of those pieces of paper? You didn't think it was going to be that easy did you?
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Post by saint on Jun 30, 2007 14:51:46 GMT -5
He rolls his eyes.
What's the catch?
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Jun 30, 2007 15:14:14 GMT -5
No catch. Why do people think there always has to be some kind of alterior motive behind everything? This is a very simple process...you tell me why I should hire you and based on that I will, or I won't.
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Post by saint on Jun 30, 2007 15:23:03 GMT -5
I worked for you in LXW, you should already know what I'm capable of. Why bother telling you what you already know?
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Jun 30, 2007 16:00:20 GMT -5
Only because you kind of flaked off at the tail end, AFTER you decided you wanted to whine and complain about things were being done. If that's the kind of thing I can expect from you this time around, the only thing your going to get here...is hurt. This is bigger, badder animal than LXW ever was Mr. Saint, you'll either rise to challenge or disappear in the shadows of those who do. I tihink that I will actually grant you the chance to prove yourself, but not me...you have to prove to the fans and the many men who will be staring across the ring at you from here until November.
With that, she presents and official XWA Contract to him.
Look it over if you must...
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Post by saint on Jun 30, 2007 16:03:58 GMT -5
He grabs a pen from Carmella's desk and signs it, not even bothering to look over it. He already knew what it was about. Nathan slides the contract back to Carmella, and tosses the pen back on her desk.
Let's just hope you don't fuck me over again...
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Jun 30, 2007 16:11:42 GMT -5
Let's just hope you don't put your foot in your mouth again, action creates reaction, Mr. Saint. Then again, you don't really have much choice but to be on your best behavior now do you? Or at least you will after everyone sees what wonderful plans I have for one Shawn Hollywood at the next TakeDown. I might have had to get rid of his play friend Adrenaline...but he decided he wanted to be Mr. Smart Ass himself, and he's STILL going to pay for it.
Word to the wise, don't let it be you.
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Post by saint on Jun 30, 2007 17:11:36 GMT -5
Shawn Hollywood is a dumbass drug addict. Of course he's going to do something stupid to get himself into ridiculous situations. As for me, I know how to play it smart. So don't count on putting me into any punishment "matches", got it?
Nathan gets up from his seat and gives Carmella one last look. She was a devil. He hated her, but he couldn't deny how great she looks now, since LXW. He then steps out of the room.
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