Bite My Perfectly Toned A -Meeting With Blackheart

[Lilith]

Not all but an hour within the Tower, and Lilith had already had her mental patience tested with her encounter with a Compton Hood-Rat named 'Kenji' Quaint. But as disturbing as this was, it was little in the grand scheme of things in Lilith's mind. She had gotten some linked data from Katja at the hotel, and from the home front bio, she had uncovered one of the prime and A-List Diamonds as it were currently under a longstanding and very prominent contract;

Amber Gianni.

The history, but more to the point damaging side effects, of Amber Gianni's existence PERIOD were quite grand in the outlook of Lilith's life. Despite barely having any actual CONTACT with Amber, due to her child's deceased father, Elijah Valkez, having been in a previous relationship WITH Gianni...

Things had degraded and spiraled out of control once Lilith had come back INTO contact with Elijah prior to his death. And at least, in her mind. Amber was a key factor leading TO IT. Lilith grinds her teeth harshly whilst she marched towards the nearest elevator. She promptly enters it and begins trying to unfurrow her brow once more. She didn't exactly care much for Elijah in the last years of his life, but he had a integral role in not only her life, but the lives of her former employees after he stole her Goddamn company and ran it into the ground before his passing.

Had he never come into contact with that vile poison known as Amber Gianni... would this have happened?

Worse over, Amber's connection to Lilith's Ex-Fiancee' and one of the more infamous one of her torridly 'Bad-End' style relationships;

Jonathon Maxwell Pryor; AKA - Pyro.

The ENTIRE legacy of Elijah's and Pyro's feud almost centered around Amber herself, along with the prestige that damned Championship drew. Lilith, was furious. You can be pretty, you can be famous, you can be a good fighter - Hell, you can be a BETTER fighter than Lilith and she still may let you get away with it;

But when your actions end up fucking up important people [In either a good or bad way of importance] in her life, AND you look pretty [Amber IS pretty damn fine] -are famous-and a good fighter? No. It's on. Oh, let's NOT forget the swirling rumors from Ohio that Amber had a romantic connection to Alexis 'Anjyl' Andrews [Who is damn fine too... God - Damn], who was the last source of infatuation for Lilith. And we have a 4 Star Ass Whoopin' lined up. She huffs out hot egotistical and straight up pissy air from her nostrils before the elevator doors zip open. Without so much as a passing glance, she passes right by the guides positioned outside of the doors. And heads straight into the reception area of Blackhearts' office.

Hello Miss, how may I help you toda-

I want to see Blackheart.

Ah yes, you may need to wait a few moments though.. she's been having a busy day, it is after all her bir-

Now.

.... Ah.... yes, as I said....

Tell her there is new talent waiting to be seen. I'm awaiting a contract.

Oh?.. Well, who shall I say is waiting for-

Lilith, Creighton.

Alright.. have a seat Miss Creighton.

I appreciate it.

Lilith tosses her hair back before making her way to a seat in the reception holding of the office space. This was a bit much. Even when she was in power she didn't remember having a Goddamn waiting room for her office... then again, she was a GM not a full own-...

No, that's not right... I was a CEO for a brief time in FCW.

Yeah, how well did THAT work out?

... Che. Jealous.

.... Moving on.

Lilith crosses her right leg up over her left, her head hanging slightly down. Her gaze fixated on her jet black info device. She continues to scroll her thumb along, one after another... Jonas... hmmm... she remembered her somewhat.. her eyes continuing to scan the brief bits and pieces of information Katja had been able to scramble together on this late off-season. Too bad you know.

You'd of thought she'd be able to find information on WHICH Blackheart it was, huh?

She begins to hum to herself softly as she runs her left hand across the sides of her bangs, tucking her hair firmly behind her earlobe as she waits to meet 'The Blackheart.'

[Carmella Blackheart]

Jon Pryor. Brandon Payne. Jonny Punch. These were names of some pretty controversial figures in the wrestling world that had all at one point or another crossed the desk of Carmella Blackheart, but when the name

Lilith Creighton

appeared on her appointment checklist, even she made a double take...

That must be some kind of glitch or something. Candice?

She hits her intercom to her always diligent secretary.

"Yes, Ms. Blackheart?"

Can you confirm the next appointment please?

"Yes...it's Lilith Creighton. She's out here waiting for you. Shall I send her in?"



Well, isn't that about a bitch and a half...

There were few women who in the short amount of time as she did, caused as much of a ruckus in the wrestling world as Lilith Creighton. If there were several heirs to the throne of "king of controversy", there were no suitors but her on the throne of "queen". It surrounded her like a dark cloud, causing all at once resounding success and imminent failure.

Not to mention the fact that at one point, she was an executive of an upstart promotion in direct competition with the XWA. Never in a million years did Carmella think she would set foot on "her" soil...

but there she was apparently, in Carmella's building, waiting to speak to her.

Wonders, as they say...never cease.

Wonder who's going to be next? Gung Ho? Maybe Michael Xavier comeback #500...

I'll see her now then, send her in.

[Lilith]

Yes, Miss Creighton? Miss Blackheart will see you now..

.. Hm?. Ah, thanks.

Lilith had been scrolling and scrolling, checking to see as many bits of information as Katja could find [More of, that she'd send her]. But there were some names that were jabbing at the inside of her mind already. She lets out an annoyed sigh before standing upright, stretching out sloooowly and making her way to the entrance. She looks back at the receptionist and squints her eyes long and hard..

.... She could almost pass for..

... Nah.

Lilith shakes her head, perishing the thought before she closes her info device. Sliding it into her back pocket. She smooths out her blouse once more before opening the doors and heading into-...

.... Jesus Christ.



Wow. How come I never had an office with this much overtly lavish spending?

... Sorry. I'm lost in the chandelier. I think it may allow you to see through time if you look close enough.

Hmph... economic crisis my ass....

Lilith mumbles under her breath before looking around a bit more, shuddering at the idea of how much this place must have cost to be constructed. The idea alone boggles the mind. She closes the door behind her before taking a few steps into the place, finally letting out a long and very audible whistle, quickly followed up;

You've sure come a looooooooong way haven't you Callisto-baby. Guess you finally worked out all those kinks with your credit limit huh?

She turns around, facing the door, walking backwards somewhat as her gaze begins to fixate itself on the various intricacies of the ceiling and upper decorum.

[Carmella Blackheart]

Callisto? She couldn't run a respectable business if you surgically implanted a Harvard education into her brain.

For a moment, she was surprised of the mention of her half-sister, but then remembered that in her "GM" days, Lilith was contracted to the brand she was appointed to run, so they didn't interact much.

Lilith appeared to have been taken aback by the "lavish decor". As she backed in (which is a pretty amazing sight to behold), Carmella formally introduced herself.

She doesn't have the privilege of 100% pure Blackheart genetics running through her veins. I would be Carmella Blackheart...the successful sister who's not some old, rich fart's arm candy right now.

[Lilith]

... Who?

Lilith had promptly spun around at the mention of Callisto, and then ANOTHER name. Carmella? Lilith stares ahead, her gaze fixated firmly. That ain't Callisto.

... Who the fuck is that?

Lilith blinks a couple times before heading back to the door, promptly opening it. She steps halfway out of the office, her eyes plastering their gaze upon the... extremely obvious faceplate fastened to the door;

Carmella Blackheart
President & C.E.O.

....

Her eyes run over the letters oh so slowly in her mind. C-a-r-m-e-l-l-a. Callisto. Carmella. Callisto, Carmella. Lilith steps back into the office, shutting the door behind her once more. A dead pan blank look straddled upon her face as her eyes meet with.. Carmella's.

... You're not Callisto.

No, no she isn't. Lilith grinds her teeth with fury. Her right hand firmly clutching the bulge that her black info device creates in her back pocket. Katja. As if she had somehow missed the fact that it was a DIFFERENT Blackheart running the Goddamn company whilst sending her bits and pieces of roster info. Lilith's face was starting to contort in a mixture of vile and pure venom. She begins walking into the office, hanging her head in a lazy and abrupt sigh. Gonna kill that midget.

.... Ahhhhh.. well, it seems I've been dropped on my face by my assistant in this regard.. you're clearly, not Callisto. I don't remember her being that tall... or attractive. Well, I guess that doesn't exactly matter either. You're in charge, and that's the person I needed to see.

My name is Lilith. As I'm sure you've heard by now from your reception lap-dog. I was prepared to waltz into this office and tell Callisto she could bite my perfectly toned pale white ass - and then sign me because of the current state of distress XWA seems to be in.. But it seems that won't be necessary...

I'm not big on being a 'savior', honestly the pressure of trying to 'carry' a company on ones shoulders is really a bothersome for me at this point in my life. And frankly, I'm not really even here to 'help' or 'save' anyone or thing that may fall under your current blanket of power.. Miss Carmella.

... But I have become quite bored with my day-to-day really.. and after getting a small albeit broken and fractured peek at your current 'roster' of female competitors... I couldn't help but notice one or two I'd like to... work with. So...

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Lilith tosses her hair once more, slowly sauntering further into Carmella's office. Oh she was pisssssed. Katja had been acting like a total brat since she met her... you know, earlier today - for the first time. And when she got back to the hotel? She was going to get some Goddamn answers once and for all. She sits down in one of the plush and lavish cushy comfy chairs. Crossing her left leg up over her right knee and thigh before letting out another low and deep sigh.

.. I don't like New York. At all. The last time I was here? It was nothing but bad memories, egotism and the unchecked and unwarranted stench of idiotic sluts running through the halls and airwaves like electricity flowing from a ruptured power line. However... as I said;

I'm immensely bored.

And I haven't been able to legally harm anyone in two years. That's far too long. What do you think we could do to remedy this infraction?

She was cute. Nice hair, good facial features. Good from the waist up, least the view Lilith was getting anyway. But she was honestly waiting for a masked freak to lunge out from behind a curtain. They seemed to have a breeding ground for them here in New York.[/center][/font]

[Carmella Blackheart]

Well, I suppose it's common knowledge the state of supposed "unrest" that the XWA is supposed to be in after recent events. I'm not looking for saviors though, that much I can assure you, because this "ship" doesn't need saving. Especially in terms of the female contingent, the woman at the top has some preeeeeeeetty big shoulders. She could probably carry both of us at once. Heh Heh...

Carmella was probably the most proud of all of the success of the current Diamond Champion. Hers was a story that could win an Oscar, all told in the XWA's ring.

What it is I do need though are workers. Not performers, not even wrestlers, but workers. People who're going to cut their teeth out there give the fans all the gloriously sanctioned violence their hard-earned money can buy.

I know alot about you Lilith, I know that at one point you were one of the best in the world at this. Whether people liked you or hated your guts, they knew you could get the job done.

Now, whether or not you still can is another story. I mean, you're obviously still in good shape...you have to be for the modeling and such, but the question is can you get into "fighting" shape in time enough to step into the ring?

There was a cold glass of water on her desk. She reached for it and took a sip, because she was about to say a mouthful.

There really is something different about being a Diamond compared to any other "nickname" out there, because I didn't pick the name "Diamond" for them to be cute. I picked it because I wanted gems in that ring. The physical embodiments of strength and beauty, both inside and out. I can say with pride that each of these ladies here represent that.

But I've always wondered how certain others think they would fair when they stepped into the XWA ring. Would they think they were going to change the game or make some sort of impact that would make people worship the ground they walk on? I've got to say that you're outlook compared to most of them is quite...realistic. Last time that happened was Genesis...who only wound up becoming the biggest comeback story in wrestling that year he walked through my door again.

She clears her throat. Folds her hands in front of her and leans forward.

Those are the kind of people I need in this company, Lilith. The ones who do it because of something greater than "glory". The ones who do it because they love this business. The sweat. The pain. The admiration or the hatred. The ones who feed off the adrenaline and do things in the ring that make the world stand up and take notice.

I sounded like Jon Payne for a second there...

The ones who, most importantly, see this as competition. Spectacle. A showcase of the extremes that a human being will put their bodies through to achieve a goal.

Are you that kind of person still? Were you ever that kind of person, and if you weren't...are you willing to become that kind of person?

The sheer emphasis in her voice could be felt through the entire building. It's one thing to say that a group follows in the spirit of their leader. If that were truly the case, the the entire XWA roster should have been listening to the words that Carmella was saying to just one person now, because it would surely be enough to wake up a family of sleeping giants.

If either is the case Lilith, then I think I have what you're looking for.

[Lilith]

Hm... yes she can..

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A sarcastic quip escapes Lilith's lips as she stares down at her once again open jet black device. She had to agree with what Carmella was saying, it's one of the reasons she just spouted a sarcastic remark under her breath. She can't stand other women being right. About anything. Ever. Period. Unless she's sleeping with them. She scrolls her thumb idly by and by... clearing her throat.

Violence..

Violence is a tried and true form of human expressionism. Rome was built on Sex Violence power struggles betrayal political deception... etc etc.. I'm a avid fan really... Am I that kind of person?...

Hmm...

Her gaze had left the info source for the time being, she wasn't exactly trying to avoid Carmella's eyes, she was legitimately searching for something. Someone. A name that was seemingly refusing to come into her gaze. This..

Overjoyed her.

She grins widely before turning her gaze upwards, fixing on the President. She smiles coyly before shutting the device once more. A Cheshire grin almost plastered on her face.

I'm not God.

It's a fact I've struggled with for a long time in my life. But the cusp of the reality is that very simple notion; I'm not God.

But I'm trying.

And sooner or later, I'll find someone or something that gives me just enough of a boost in whatever general direction ahead... that lets me absolutely positively dismantle people. It doesn't matter if it's a rumor I start, it doesn't matter if it's a moral mistake a rival makes; it can be something as small as a child hood friends' idea of a practical joke gone askew..

As soon as I have ammunition.. as soon as their in my sights... I'll fire. And fire, and fire some more for good measure. Then fire some more just for kicks. I miss winning... true....

Lilith slowly gets up out of her seat, sliding the device away. She saunters her way over to Carmella's desk. She places her palms upon the edge firmly, slowly... lifting herself up?

Lilith hoists herself up onto Carmella's desk, slowly swinging her thighs and legs across the width of it, leaning back, resting her weight on her palms outstretched towards the opposing side of the sturdy frame. She sighs out contently, basically lounging as if at a shoot, before tilting her head backwards and to Carmella, her hair falling askew across a portion of her face as her devious Cheshire grin peeks through the errand strands.

But I miss fucking with peoples' hearts and minds so, much, more.

There are belts, those are nice. I have some of those framed at home. They look pretty.

There's accolades and titles of status, 'Legend-Hood' and all that jazz... raa raa. Those sound pretty, rolls off the tongue..

But Carmella... do you know the pure feeling of joy and utter excitement one can achieve by making someone who utterly... detests you... cry, and shiver... and feel unabandon fear and rage all at once because of one of your actions?..

... It's a form of fuckin' legal Ecstasy.[/center][/font]

[Carmella Blackheart]

Lilith's sudden advance was one thing, but then the words that accompanied this bold move had Carmella thinking one thing...

I hope she and Channelle don't become friends.

It was an awful good thing she was the boss, and people only came in to her office by appointment, because if anyone walked in right now, they'd get ideas.

Dirty, titillating, naughty ideas. The same ones possibly going through the mind of the woman sprawled in front of her desk right now.

Lilith Creighton was indeed a complex woman. A controversial woman. A woman, that, in the most twisted case of irony that can ever be conceived, the XWA needed. For good or bad, better or worse. For whatever allies (however few) and enemies (however many) she would garner, she certainly did have the very traits that Carmella spoke of before. A hunger. For what (or whom) remained to be seen, but a hunger nonetheless.

It was pretty much undeniable.

I suppose...we'll put this in writing then now, shall we?

Next came of course the vaunted contract to be signed. Another was soon to join the ranks of the few, the proud, the XWA.

It's customary that I let you look it over. This is your basic first year contract. You get bonuses based on tenure, that's just how I do business. The longer you stay the more I pay.

Still, it satisfies most.

If I may give a little advice though...you'll be in there with a stronger breed than you've been with before. I say with no bragging that you're walking into your toughest challenge...ever.

I have a feeling you'll do pretty good though. Just be careful who's feathers you ruffle. One of the new ladies looks like she could eat you whole if you piss her off enough.

[Lilith]

Ruffling is fun. People get all antsy and out of control, nothing but good things happen when you ruffle feathers Carmella. Besides.. in order to ruffle a feather..

She leans in, halfway over the desk. Her right hand coming forward, planting itself firmly on the edge closest to Carmella without actually touching her. She smiles brightly, her hair falling back into place. Her hips twisted and right thigh gleaming upwards. A hushed whisper exits her lips in almost a sultry manner.

.. You have to be close enough to touch them.

Lilith giggles under her breath before crawling backwards on Carmella's desk, pushing weight off of her knees before finally returning to a vertical base on the opposite side of Blackheart's desk. She leans back against the edge, her back now facing the C.E.O. On a huff and a whim she reaches back, picking up the contract with her fingers slowly but sure. Her eyes begin to scan things over and over. She laughs somewhat under her breath before turning her head sideways to face Carmella somewhat.

Yeah, I saw her in the broken roster info I was given. She's the size of a small foreign car... I guess you didn't so much as 'let' her in as she kind of threatened to consume security whole huh?

Cute. She turns her attention back to the contract, the overjoyed note of mention now starting to be somewhat confusing in her mind. Albeit a good thing, it still struck her as odd. She remains steadfast, reading over things. Her back still facing Carmella as she speaks.

So, why is Hunter no longer in the registry? I'm somewhat disappointed the more I think about it... I wanted to see if I could use her as a whipping post for another year or two in a company before she surgically re-attached herself to Starry. Or is that one of those 'don't ask don't tell' things after half your stock got ripped out from under you..

By the way...

She turns her gaze back towards Carmella, with a toothy grin.

... If you let anyone get 'under' you, why'd you let them take off with half your shit? I can only imagine the extensive criteria for being able to have any kind of 'position underneath' you, Carmella.

Sexual innuendo in the guise of masked questions regarding betrayal and tomfoolery. Classic Lili-

Did you just use the word 'tomfoolery'?

... It was such a good moment too, such nice high sexual tension... really, why would you ruin that?

Me? I ruined it? You said motherfuckin' 'tomfoolery'!

Ugh...

Lilith softly runs her tongue over the bottom of her lips before letting out a huff, turning sideways - still leaning against the desk as she fawns over the contract some more with her eyes.

[Carmella Blackheart]

Let's just say...I'm guilty of repeating the same mistake of having the "wrong" people in the right places as my dear Vincent once was. Except...of course...I'm a much better businessperson than he ever was, and I have talent here who stand by the company. That's all I need.

True enough.

And Hunter? Well...I'll put it to you like this. She thrives...in a certain environment. One that this place obviously didn't supply. No bother to me though. There's value in every stone in the world...only a special few of them can become Diamonds though.

That's just how it goes, I guess.

[Lilith]

Hmph... shame...

Guess Amber's up first then..

Lilith pushes off from Carmella's desk, contract firmly in hand she spins back around, clutching one of the pens laying in front of Blackheart. Slowly leaning back over and begins signing her name on the dotted line.

Men always were over rated, I'm sure in time you'll realize this to be true.

She grins under her breath, sliding the contract back to Carmella along with the pen. She takes a nice long breath, stretching her upper body backwards, her arms clasping together at the joint of her forearms behind her back before a loud crack emits and she shakes out her shoulders with a largely satisfied look upon her face.

It was.. a pleasure, meeting you Carmella. I'm looking forward to more of the same in the future. I'll be, seeing, you.

Lilith being Lilith, blows a kiss in Carmella's direction before beginning her exiting saunter out of The C.E.O's office. Was it sarcastic? Was it intentional? Perhaps legit? Mind games? For fun? An invitation? Simply testing the strength of her lipstick? Only Lilith knew for certain. She flicks her wrist in a wave to Carmella before pressing the button for the elevator to sweep her on down the tower.

[Carmella Blackheart]

Clearly, she must've been dating some real douchebags...

Another contract done. Another new face to the XWA fold. As Lilith vanished behind the door, leaving Carmella to check her next order of business, she had a feeling that those words "I'll be seeing you", meant sooner than later.

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