Superiority Complex (Invite)

[pleasureofpain]

So now, the setting was the legendary Madison Square Garden. The XWA's first PPV of 2009 was in full swing, and for Rayven that meant another chance to indulge herself. Inside of the VIP lounge where her entourage had come to, she reveled in the success of her first appearance in an XWA ring.

Mmmm...

She lounged besides her companion, sipping on a glass of red wine.

Did I not tell you that you were going to enjoy what it was that you saw last week, my dear? That Veronica Laveaux, she is a fiesty one...I'll give her that. I'd so love to spend some more time with her...

[Orion]

Sitting beside her was a man who's very presence seemed like that of a god of some kind. His gaze was somewhat aloof, uncaring, as if he looked down on all and simply ignored anything not of importance to him. Even as it was that his beloved dark vixen marveled at her handywork the week prior, he still was left unfulfilled.

It was mildly entertaining at best, my Rayven.

He dressed in a ivory white business suit. His long, golden blonde hair hung over his shoulder as he sat in a recliner, his head leaned to the side being held by his hand, showing nothing but disinterest in all of the luxury before him.

I can only be amused but so much by watching ourselves engage against lesser beings than ourselves. I was convinced for sometime that this place was supposed to have competition. That this was going to be my "glorious battle". All that I've seen thus far leads me to believe now that all it shall take is a wave of my hand to sweep these "combatants" away...

[pleasureofpain]

You bore too easily, my dear...

Rayven grins slightly, resting her glass on the small table besides them. She rises to her stilletto-heeled feet and nest herself in the man's lap. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she tries to give him some solace.

There are diamonds in the rough bound to rear their heads in due time. Surely, there has to be someone that you have interest in...

[Orion]

Hmph...the only one I had a genuine interest in was abruptly concussed by our good friend Mr. Damian. He knows nothing of the purity of combat...yet he dares to call himself "Pure". If not for our united front, I would thoroughly enjoy crushing him like an insect.

There was a clear disdain felt towards the man that called himself "The Pure One". He shakes his head at the very thought of Devin Damian and his strongarm tactics. Looking across this lounge, that very man stood in some form of communication with his own associates, professional and otherwise...

[tarantula]

Uriko was not very happy the fact that her first step in this campaign was not as successful as her beau's, but as she stood side by side with him on the other side of this busy lounge, she thought to herself that was going to be a probable result.

She drank the same wine that Rayven was across the room drinking, standing silently as she listened attentively to the discussion going on between Devin and the man who in part was making this all possible.

[pureone]

So...as I was saying...

Damian was well into his strategic conversation with Mr. Loki Alverton on what the next course of action should be.

...it's about time that we make another move. Just because this place is going to be splitting up into different brands soon doesn't mean that we should slow up our own push. Hell, I have my gear in a bag right now. If I had to I'd take someone else out tonight! Seeing as this is the first XWA PPV of the year, it's a big deal in their eyes.

I say that taking someone else out would be a damn good idea tonight, don't you?

[Loki Alverton]

Loki stood with Damian and Uriko holding a chilled gin and tonic. He looked out the window of the VIP lounge that his XWA stardom gave himself and his new comrades access to, all the time listening to Damian and his “strategy” which seemed to be nothing more than a straight forward attack on the company Loki once called “home”. Loki chuckled a little as he continued to look out to the crowd in MSG before replying to Damian.

Ahhh my friend, I appreciate your ability to see things in such a simple way. That is one of the reasons I included you in our little invasion, however you have made such an impact so far that I doubt there is anything that you could do tonight to further invoke the anger of these “superstars” and the disgust of these fans anymore than you already have thus far.[/font]

Loki then took a sip of his drink before turning his attention to Damian.

However you do make a valid point. With everyone having their attention on the brands splitting, slowing our attack and taking a back seat would do nothing to help with the progression of our plans.[/font]

Loki turned his head towards Orion and looked for a moment before focusing back on Damian.

But you have already made your mark on this company by taking out one of their top stars. I think it is time for our friend Orion to introduce himself to everyone who has tuned in this evening.[/font]

Loki put his drink down on a table near him and walked over to Orion and placed his hands behind his back and smiled.

What do you say champ? Are you ready to show these commoners exactly why you are the XCW champion?[/font]

[Orion]

The idea of stepping into the XWA and showing off his own power, his own skill and his own abilities was something that Orion had been fathoming for a brief time up until the point that Loki actually gave mention to it. There was one thing however that was also on his mind that stood out even greater than his intentions though...

There is but one flaw I see in that right now, Mr. Alverton. Because I'm the XCW Champion is simply not enough to make these fools understand my...our dominance. It would take a rather convincing victory against a "viable" opponent, and as I just said to my darling Rayven, the one and only man who fits that category in my opinion was blindsided by Damian two weeks ago.

At this point, thanks much to him we are nothing more than common thugs in their eyes. I believe that if we are to make a statement, it must be by the true nature of combat and not by blind aggression.

A brief pause.

If I must, then so it shall be. There must be one other who is worthy of being in my presence, and if he is not, he will simply be the next to be crushed underfoot.