Post by Tiffany Masterson on May 28, 2008 9:18:29 GMT -5
A long white limousine pulls up in front of the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, PA. This venue would be the home to the XWA's Mayday event, and one that certainly piqued young Tiffany Masterson's interest. At just 24 years of age, Tiffany had endure countless battles around the world and found a certain level of amusement from it. She sat in the rear seat of the limousine with a class of wine in her hand, sipping it ever so delicately as her advisor Wolfe fixated his bespectacled head on a laptop computer.
M'lady, I've just received a conformation from the XWA Front Office finalizing your contract with the organization for 2008. You've officially been added to their roster.
"Splendid..."
Her reply in her melodic Northern English accent was not one of excitement, merely of preparation. That was the purpose of this excursion.
This means that you may actually compete in the Mayday event should you choose to, Madame. I would say that...
"I don't believe I asked you to say anything more, did I Mr. Wolfe?"
N...no M'lady.
"There's no need for me to soil my hands tonight. This is my first time back in the US in almost two years and I wish to spend the first night relaxing. This will also serve as a means to scout my competition or lack thereof. I do expect for you to record as much data on these Diamonds as you possibly can for me to review later on, understand?"
Y...yes M'lady. So then, we will be arriving shortly and your father has reserved a Luxury box for you.
"I will have to thank him for his generosity. Let's get going then shall we?"
After finishing her glass, she steps out of the limousine as the driver holds the door open. Many suited men resembling Secret Service are outside and they escort the young woman into the arena. Those who're waiting to get into the arena look on with some curiosity as she is whisked into the venue by some 20 or so of the men, maneuvering right past the typical security checkpoints that most patrons have to pass through in places like this. Her gaze as she walks is forward, not making eye contact with a single person until they all finally reach the reserved Tier Box.
Wolfe who flanked her rushes towards the door and quickly opens it to allow her entry. She steps inside and scoffs.
"I suppose that this will have to suffice. I forget we are in America after all, I can't hold my expectations too high. You, come inside with me."
Her order is directed to one of her bodyguards. The room unlike most also fully staffed.
"You're going to be my personal this evening. The rest of you can stand guard outside."
YES MS. MASTERSON.
The rest reply with no question or apprehension.
"Wolfe, meanwhile...you can begin gathering me information on every single woman or...ahem...Diamond in this place. I want to know whom it is who I might actually have some fun with here, if any."
Yes M'lady!
Wolfe's response is equally obedient and he again rushes off to his appointed duties. Meanwhile, Tiffany takes a seat in a big recliner facing the widescreen television. A remote sits on a small table beside it that she takes to turn the monitor on. The event was just about to begin.
"What impeccable timing. Mmmm...I think I'll start with a little snack then. Caviar and a martini then."
And so the staff get immediate to work themselves. All that was left now was to sit back and enjoy the show.
"Hmmm...this should be most amusing."
END
M'lady, I've just received a conformation from the XWA Front Office finalizing your contract with the organization for 2008. You've officially been added to their roster.
"Splendid..."
Her reply in her melodic Northern English accent was not one of excitement, merely of preparation. That was the purpose of this excursion.
This means that you may actually compete in the Mayday event should you choose to, Madame. I would say that...
"I don't believe I asked you to say anything more, did I Mr. Wolfe?"
N...no M'lady.
"There's no need for me to soil my hands tonight. This is my first time back in the US in almost two years and I wish to spend the first night relaxing. This will also serve as a means to scout my competition or lack thereof. I do expect for you to record as much data on these Diamonds as you possibly can for me to review later on, understand?"
Y...yes M'lady. So then, we will be arriving shortly and your father has reserved a Luxury box for you.
"I will have to thank him for his generosity. Let's get going then shall we?"
After finishing her glass, she steps out of the limousine as the driver holds the door open. Many suited men resembling Secret Service are outside and they escort the young woman into the arena. Those who're waiting to get into the arena look on with some curiosity as she is whisked into the venue by some 20 or so of the men, maneuvering right past the typical security checkpoints that most patrons have to pass through in places like this. Her gaze as she walks is forward, not making eye contact with a single person until they all finally reach the reserved Tier Box.
Wolfe who flanked her rushes towards the door and quickly opens it to allow her entry. She steps inside and scoffs.
"I suppose that this will have to suffice. I forget we are in America after all, I can't hold my expectations too high. You, come inside with me."
Her order is directed to one of her bodyguards. The room unlike most also fully staffed.
"You're going to be my personal this evening. The rest of you can stand guard outside."
YES MS. MASTERSON.
The rest reply with no question or apprehension.
"Wolfe, meanwhile...you can begin gathering me information on every single woman or...ahem...Diamond in this place. I want to know whom it is who I might actually have some fun with here, if any."
Yes M'lady!
Wolfe's response is equally obedient and he again rushes off to his appointed duties. Meanwhile, Tiffany takes a seat in a big recliner facing the widescreen television. A remote sits on a small table beside it that she takes to turn the monitor on. The event was just about to begin.
"What impeccable timing. Mmmm...I think I'll start with a little snack then. Caviar and a martini then."
And so the staff get immediate to work themselves. All that was left now was to sit back and enjoy the show.
"Hmmm...this should be most amusing."
END
