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Post by seifer on Feb 1, 2007 10:23:16 GMT -5
A cherry red Cadillac convertible rolls down the streets of midtown Manhattan. Music is blasting from a custom built stereo system, "We Have Explosive" by The Future Sound of London. Seifer Gryphon leans his left hand over the side of the ride while his right mans the wheel. The destination is 11 Penn Plaza and the corporate HQ of the XWA.
Words hits the streets quite fast. He and his little brother weren't wrestlers per se, but the had an interest in the last place that came along in town before it closed up shop. Now, a new place...a new chance, and new opportunities arose, and he'd be damned if he and his kin weren't in the thick of it. He leans his head back to call on his brother...
Sion? Sion...you up? |
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Post by sion on Feb 1, 2007 10:35:36 GMT -5
Lounging across a hammock in the Carribean, Sion relaxes as the summer breeze flows over him. It's a beautiful sunny afternoon, and the women are equally as beautiful. Two lovelies, clad in grass skirts and coconut tops approach him, one with an ice cold pina colada. They both giggle...
Oh Sion, you're drink is here...
Ah...really? Leave it on the side and come on over here...I wanna have some fun.
Oh...we can have some fun, baby...and you can have your drink at the same time...
The girl holding the drink proceeds to pour it down the chest of the other...and Sion's eyes near pop out of his head. Just then, the feint voice of his older brother can be heard over the ocean breeze...wait, what's HE doing here?
"Sion? Sion...you up?"
It all fizzles away now, all that left as he opens his eyes is the skyline of New York City above him...nothing he hasn't seen before.
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
*sigh*
Yeah...I am now, thanks a lot, brother...-_- |
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Post by seifer on Feb 1, 2007 10:39:52 GMT -5
Looks like Seifer must've busted up a pretty good dream. He smirks devlishly as Sion sulks in the back seat. His younger brother Sion Leonalt couldn't be more of a polar opposite. He was carefree, cocky and fun-loving...things Seifer himself could never be with what it was...and is they had to go through to get to where they are.
We're almost there, lil' bro. Get ready. Now...I don't want you doing anything stupid, OK? We're going to talk BUSINESS, understand? |
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Post by sion on Feb 1, 2007 10:42:33 GMT -5
Yeah...yeah...I gotcha.
Sion sits up in the seat, tapping his finger impatiently over the top.
Are we there yet? |
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Post by seifer on Feb 1, 2007 10:49:23 GMT -5
The Cadillac pulls up in front of the building.
As a matter of fact, we are. Let's do this.
Seifer gets out of his seat while Sion jumps over the door. He straigthens out his black trenchcoat with tribal designs adorned along the edges of it, and they both look up at the skyscraper. You've seen one you've seen them all...they've walked by, drove by, ran by places like this all the time. Corporate edifices where the bureaucracies of the world dictate the lives of the they think are below them.
The very thought of skyscrapers sickened Seifer. They were almost always corporate...and corporations symbolically to him look down on the people, in places like this, they do it literally. He snarls just a bit.
Let's get this over with... |
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Post by sion on Feb 1, 2007 11:35:13 GMT -5
They had to go through a couple of layers of security to get the 44th floor of the building...good thing Seifer didn't bring anything with him this time or this might have gotten ugly.
Riding the elevator up, Sion looks over to his brother. The expression on his face is as always, cold, clam and calculating...the dark tinit of his shades blocking off his eye blocks off his souls somethimes it would seem. He knew that Seifer wasn't all "against the machine" all the time, but sometimes...
Hey, bro...what do you know about all of this? |
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Post by seifer on Feb 1, 2007 11:43:30 GMT -5
Seifer looks over to Sion, always the one with the questions. Normally he had all the answers, but not this time.
Just about as much as you do, Sion. Once we speak to this "president", all our questions will be answered.
Finally they reach the 44th floor. The entire floor had been allocated to this XWA venture. Sure enough, it looked every bit as corporate as he'd imagined. Suits, tie, more suits...it was making him sick. They walk up to the receptionist, who looks a bit intimidated of Seifer's dark demeanor.
"How...can I help you gentle men today?"
We're here to see Carmella Blackheart. Seifer Gryphon, and that's my brother Sion Leonalt. Say hello, Si...
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Post by sion on Feb 1, 2007 11:45:34 GMT -5
How's it going, sweetness?
The receptionist was a cheery little blonde number, short hair, cute smile. Why not? |
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Feb 1, 2007 11:51:34 GMT -5
Carmella steps out her office to see these two men, her very first appointment, standing at the reception area. Young, able bodied gentlemen...it was said they were brothers, but they only looked vaguely alike...it looked as if they acted different as well, must have different mothers or fathers.
One of the was cold, standing stoically, and the other was flirting with her employee.
Excuse me...not on the clock, OK? You must be Sefier and Sion, correct? Why don't you step into my office, gentlemen...
She waves her hand toward the doorway, inviting them in...
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Post by sion on Feb 1, 2007 12:04:05 GMT -5
 Whoa...Sion stood in amazement at the statuesque beauty standing before them. OK, he knew the boss was a chick, but damn...he didn't know that she was this HOT! Dude...Seifer...do you believe this, man? That's gonna be our BOSS!!! I love this job already.He takes the lead and strolls into Carmella's office not before waving back at the receptionist, of course.  |
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Post by seifer on Feb 1, 2007 12:14:37 GMT -5
Seifer sighs heavily as he follows his brother into the office. Looking around, he seems to be slightly impressed at the decor, though his eyes wouldn't show such with his shades still on. Sion and Carmella had already taken seats...he simply shuts the door and leans against it.
Alright...let's talk business. We're here because we wish to be a part of this XWA. Sion and I are skilled fighters, even though we don't neccessarily have "wrestling skills".
We grew up on these streets. We know how to get the job done, and we are willing to anything...ANYTHING, to do just that, isn't that right brother? |
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Post by sion on Feb 1, 2007 12:19:39 GMT -5
Sion was too busy gazing intently at Carmella. Her bronze like skin, thouse long legs as the crossed in her seat. He was about to start drooling when Seifer killed the thought with his question.
Uh...yeah! Whatever it takes to get the job done, that's right. You set 'em up...we'll knock 'em down! That's how we roll... |
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Feb 7, 2007 13:20:01 GMT -5
Confident...but not overtly cocky about themselves. There indeed was a thin line between the two ideals, and she notices that they weren't over it, at least not to her, and that's a good thing.
Hmm...so I assume that you two will enter XWA as a Tag Team? Exactly what are your plans and goals within my company?
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Post by seifer on Feb 9, 2007 9:22:31 GMT -5
What would anyone's plans be, Ms. Blackheart. We're here for one reason and one reason only. To DOMINATE the competition. You're looking at the future right now.
You had better believe that my brother and I aren't going to rest until the WORLD is ours. |
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Post by Carmella Blackheart on Feb 9, 2007 9:25:49 GMT -5
Then I think I've heard all it is that I need to...welcome aboard, gentlemen.
Carmella sits back in her seat, resting her hand on her cheek.
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