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Post by newstar on Jul 17, 2007 8:18:58 GMT -4
"...I've seen worse dumps."
A cold comment from the mouth of potential talent, Mike Adams. It has been a while since he last set foot in Canada. It was, what, four to five years ago since his last visit? He wasn't sure himself, but in his mind he knew it has been a while. All this time, he has spent wrestling all around the UK, taking it to the best and punking them out completely. But what does Canada have to offer? Well, that's why he's in Canada now, to see if he can take up a contract within APW and mow his way to the top. Within the grasp of his right hand was a copy of a file he sent off to APW previously, just incase the original copy had somehow got lost in the mail, or some other poor excuse. His left foot tapped the floor in a slow rhythm, as the 24 year old continued to wait in the elevator that took him upwards, to the offices of where he may get a contract from. It wasn't long before the elevator came to a halt, with the doors sliding into the walls, revealing a new hallway. Adams calmly walked out of the elevator, looking around at the surroundings whilst the elevator doors closed behind him. His head was nodding with approval. Not too shabby at all... He thought. Eventually, Adams’ attention was caught by a door that was in view right in front of him: the office to one of the “Angels”, those who you talk to if you want to get signed up. Stepping forward without caution, he notices an empty desk that helplessly guarded the door. Not giving a damn at all, Adams continued approaching the door, stopping three inches away between the two. Raising his left hand, Adams sent three hard knocks onto the door. The impact of each knock would most certainly get anyone’s attention. However, a minute flew by, and no-one answered from the inside. Confused, Adams backed away from the door, wondering at what the hell just happened.
“…What the ****? I can get better service at McDonalds.”
Sighing with annoyance, Adams took the opportunity to lean against a nearby wall, looking down whilst entering a state of thought. Now what?
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Jul 17, 2007 10:00:05 GMT -4
<>The things they offer in the APW Tower View Restaurant get better each passing week. Kimberly holds her full stomach a bit as she leaves the elevator. She should really eat there on a regularly base. Damn…she feels so full, Kim maybe should have eat less as she did. A smile appears on her face as she walks down the corridor in the direction of her office. Kim notice a young man leaning against one of the walls. Hm…maybe another one of Candice’s lovers who waits for his master…typical Candi. Kimberly shrugs with her shoulders and walks over to her office door. She pulls out a key and unlocks the door. Then she enters the room and close the door behind herself.<>
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Post by newstar on Jul 17, 2007 13:58:15 GMT -4
At this point, all that Adams could do was shake his head in confusion. What the **** just happened!?
"What the f... Hey!"
A small serving of humiliation already? Not the best of starts. At least there was no-one else to witness it, a small comfort Adams could lean on. Removing himself from the wall in quick speed, Adams proceed to knock against the door again, with the same amount of force he used last time. After finishing the knocks, Adams waited profusely in front of the door, hoping he won't be made a fool of in the timespan of five minutes.
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Jul 17, 2007 14:25:21 GMT -4
Yes? Come in!
<>Kimberly said while she walks around her office table to sat down behind her desk. That must be the young man she saw just a few seconds ago.<>
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Post by newstar on Jul 17, 2007 14:33:31 GMT -4
Holy shit, a response? Finally! His chance to obtain a contract had finally arrived. Wasting no time, Adams grabbed the door handle, pulled it down and opened the door, revealing the office within. As much as he wanted to look at what the office contained, get the contract was of a higher priority. Closing the door behind him, Adams took a few steps forward, approaching the office table, staring at the individual in front of him. Well, here's his chance. Putting on the English charm, Adams began talking right away...
"I take it you're one of the Angels who run this joint, right?"
Despite his nasty personality, Adams DOES contain manners, especially when he needs them to get a contract signed to a promotion...
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Jul 17, 2007 14:38:50 GMT -4
No…I am just the Co-CEO of this company. With what can I help you if it is allowed to ask? And APW is no joint it is a high decoreated wrestling company. Not more, not less.
<>Kimberly raise and eyebrow as she looks at the young man who is sitting in front of her.<>
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Post by newstar on Jul 17, 2007 14:43:34 GMT -4
"Right... Anyway, the name's Mike Adams, and I'm here to gain a contract here in APW. Here."
Adams slowly leaned forward, and proceeded to slide the file he held in his hand across the table, towards Masters.
"If you didn't get one in the mail, here's a copy of my file, containing everything you need to know."
He soon moved back in a comfortable position in the chair he occupied. His head began swivelling left and right, taking his chance to observe the surroundings. Very snazzy...
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Jul 17, 2007 14:49:31 GMT -4
Kimberly takes the file in her hand and opens it. After a quick look through the papers she notice that the young man was very busy to create an reputation for himself over in the UK. Not bad at all, but Kimberly has seen better files.
Not bad, but a good file won’t give you an contract. I am that person who may have an empty contract which wants to be sign, not this piece of paper.
She drops it down at the office table and leans back in her chair.
So why don’t you tell me who you are, what you have done and most important why you want to be a part of APW.
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Post by newstar on Jul 17, 2007 15:16:06 GMT -4
Man it's not easy to impress this bitch...
"Right. Well, as I already said, my name is Mike Adams. I'm currently 24 years old, born to a Canadian Mother and an English father. I spent most of my childhood over in England, coming over here for holidays and other random shit. I have also seemed to pick up a Canadian accent, like so, if a particular situation ever arose. On the subject of what I've done, well, I was known to the wrestling community as one of the best rising newcomers in the business, only because I was relying on a good attitude and respect. But I soon found out that only takes you so far. I opened my eyes to my true persona after gaining a huge victory over at the highly regarded British promotion REW, where I obtained the top title there. It made me realise that you can only be a nice guy for so long. You have to be ruthless and aggressive if you want to keep the prize, and that's how I turned out, taking it to every promotion I set foot in back at England, shaking up every roster I could get my hands on."
Adams slightly shuffled in the chair he occupied before continuing.
"Now, you asked why I want to be a part of APW, right? Well, my main reason for coming to this place is to take on the best Canada has to offer. I know of this country's reputation of spawning legends of the ring, like Bret Hart, Chris Benoit and so forth. Now, I know there are possible future legends brewing within this place. So I thought, 'Why not either help them get on the right track, or join them?'. All the other promotions that were scattered around really didn't interest me as much as this place did, so... yeah."
Adams soon placed his hands over across his stomach.
"Does that satisfy you, or do you need more?"
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Jul 17, 2007 15:26:42 GMT -4
Hm…not sure yet.
Kimberly looks around on her table to find an empty contract. This was of course not an easy task as she has nearly finished to clean up the whole room for Casey’s return. After a few minutes she has found what she was looking for and lays it down in front of her on the table.
This is what you want….So the question is what are you willing to do…to get the contract? I mean,…everything you told me sound nice. But are you truly willing not only to give your best everytime you step out there in the ring, but rather try to improve and get better and better…cause that is what is really important in this business. Development…you need to develop our style, your attire, your attitude …everything you are…if you don’t do that you will fail…and we can’t allow something like that…as you will cost us a lot of money and if you fail…it would cost us only more.
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Post by newstar on Jul 17, 2007 15:33:34 GMT -4
Rather agitated by this sudden "interrogation", Adams leans forward once again.
"Look, lemme put it to you this way. If I felt that I wasn't good enough, do you think I would be sitting here right now, wanting a contract to this place? Failing to please the bosses of said promotion is something I never have, and never will do."
Sucking up: a trait Adams generally despises. However, if it was needed in order to secure the contract, so be it.
"I am one of those guys who do not fault under the expectations of the boss. That's the job for some other failure to do."
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Jul 17, 2007 15:41:13 GMT -4
Well, well…then we might have no problems at all in the future.
<>Kimberly hands over the contract to Mr. Adam.<>
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Post by newstar on Jul 17, 2007 15:54:31 GMT -4
"...Sweet."
Without hesitation, Adams picked up the contract that was placed in front of him, grasping it with his left hand. After skimming through the text that was planted on the contract, Adams picked up a nearby pen and signed on the required lines. After doing so, Adams placed the contract back down on the table and slid it back over to Masters.
"So, know anybody I can take on for a debut match here in APW? Or will I have to cause some trouble myself?"
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Post by Kimberly Masters on Jul 17, 2007 16:01:48 GMT -4
Oh…I think you will like my answer. You need to make a few troubles…Maybe look after one of the newer wrestlers around here…or go for a big fish. This is up to you, non then less…have some fun and enjoy your stay here in APW.
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Post by newstar on Jul 18, 2007 11:06:11 GMT -4
"Awesome."
Highly satisfied with the outcome, Adams removed himself from the chair he occupied, rising up to his feet in quick succession. Time to cause some mayhem... Turning around to face the door, Adams walked forward and proceeded to open it again, stepping through the open gap and closing the door behind him.
"Hmm, I guess it's time to check this place out fully..."
Well, what else was there to do for now, apart from exploration? Heading back to the elevator, Adams proceeded to push the down button. Surprisingly, the elevator hasn't moved since he used it. Shrugging, Adams walked through as the doors slid open, gaining access to the transportation that took him up here in the first place. Pushing the button marked "1", the doors closed again, with the elevator slowly descending towards the lower floors. What kind of mischief will Adams get up to? Who knows...
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