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Post by shooter on Jun 24, 2007 3:19:07 GMT -4
(+)Ah here he was again. It was a start of a new day... and a new career. His old job, didn't pan out so well..being as the place tanked within weeks. But now, he had found a place that he knew was going to stay around and thats what he needed. Now he had to get himself one of those damned contracts...
Brian's Dark Red Chrysler Crossfire slowly came to a halt as he parked it out front of the APW Tower. At least it wasn't a Tow Away Zone. He pulled down his visor as he looked into the small mirror on it. He messed around with his dyed Dark Red Hair, until it was perfect. He smirked into the mirror as he pulled his sunglasses out of the glove compartment and placed them on his face.... Showtime.
He opened his car door as he stepped out into the Fresh Canadian air. This wasn't his first time visiting North of the border. But this was the first time he'd be proud to talk about it. Remember kids, drinking loads of tequila and waking up in your car on the side of the road in Canada is not fun and should not be attempted at home!
As he made his way up the steps towards the front Door, he adjusted his black suit. He had the suit's first few buttons un done so you could see the very top of his bullseye tattoo which covered up most of his chest and abdomen. His shined up black shoes, making a little bit of noise as he started to enter into the APW Angel's Tower.
As he made his way into the building, he took a look around at the scenery... not too shabby. He walked up to the receptionists desk and was greeted by an elderly woman(+)
"Well, Hello there how may I hel...."
(+)With out letting the lady finish, Brian just said...(+)
"Listen, just give me the floor and room number one of those Angel's and I'll be good to go lady..."
(+)The woman was really not pleased with Brian's attitude..but never the less she gave him the room number and floor, and within minutes Brian was taking a step out of the elevator and walking down the long corridor where the Angel he was bound to meet had her office.
As he reached the door that had an etched nameplate that read Candice Angel on it, he placed two knocks on the door...waiting for a response to go inside...(+)
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 1:57:37 GMT -4
$-It was times like these that Candice actually and honestly missed having Kimberly as her secretary. If she had her way, she'd not see any more people today but, it seems duty calls once again. After releasing a long sigh she speaks up loud enough for the person on the other side to hear her voice.-$
"Yes, please come in."
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 2:38:01 GMT -4
(+)Brian adjusted his glasses one last time before placing a hand on the door knob. He turned it and entered the office of one Ms. Candice Angel. His vision went to the bland colors of the walls, the bland carpet, and the nicely furnished wooden Desk. Then his view fell upon Candice....
DAMN...
He adjusted his suit, still only showing the top bit of his Bullseye tattoo. He then walked over to where Candice sat, he extended a hand as he chimed in.(+)
"Names Brian... Brian Haires, and You must be Candice....
They weren't kidding when they called you an angel...."
(+)Oh the sly one he was... just placing in that small compliment... hopefully wasn't too cheesy(+)
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 2:48:14 GMT -4
$-"Oh God not another one" Candi thought, hearing the introduction of sorts from the young man who entered through her door only moments ago. She forces a smile on her face as she raises her hand toward him to meet his as a light shake ensues.-$
"Yes, I am Candice Angel Mr. Haires. Nice to meet your acquaintance. I take it you're here for a contract with APW? Everyone else seems to be so it wouldn't be surprising. Please, have a seat so we can begin."
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 3:02:18 GMT -4
"Alright"
(+)Brain sits down in the chair that was positioned in front of Candice's Desk. He leans back. Taking the occasional glance at Candice. Damn... if some one had told him she was THIS hot.... he would have been here a hell of a lot sooner.(+)
"I take it you get alot of people looking for contracts?"
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 3:07:02 GMT -4
$-Candice crosses her legs, leaning back a bit further in her office chair as she responds to the APW hopeful.-$
"Yes Mr. Haires. Quite a few actually. Too many for my liking. Yet I guess I should be thankful that people wish to call APW home other than choosing another promotion."
"Now. Onto business shall we? Mr. Haires, what is your experience in the business of professional wrestling? Your track record if you will."
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 3:22:45 GMT -4
"Track Record?"
(+)Crap...this would be his first REAL wrestling promotion. He thinks of an answer that was true.. He didn't want to go and lie to his future employer now would he? That'd be a really dumb move..(+)
"Well, in all honesty this will be my first time wrestling... But if you were to ask about my career in fighting. That'd be a totally different story. Thats really the main reason why I came into wrestling... I wanted to try something on another level then just underground fighting.
I know its kind of out there... but something tells me, you've seen and heard weirder stories.."
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 18:08:29 GMT -4
"Oh you have no idea Mr. Haires. No idea. I've heard it all to be honest with you. Well, seeing as how you do have some experience in the fighting world so to speak, my next question would be why choose APW over all the other companies constantly looking to increase their roster size? Why us?"
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 18:18:34 GMT -4
~+~Why them? Well Damn...why the hell did I choose APW?~+~
(+)Brain thought about it for a few seconds before replying. There really was no exact reason as to why he had chose APW. The journey from Vegas to Canada, wasn't exactly a short walk now... so there must have been SOME reason to Brian's logic.(+)
"Well... I guess you could say, APW was the only place that seemed interesting to me. I mean, of course I could have tried other places... but why would I want to get into a promotion that I'd be bored in? So APW seemed to be the best place..."
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 18:29:11 GMT -4
$-Candice fidgeted with her hands a bit as she listened to Mr. Haires speak. A slight nod of her head confirmed that his reasoning was indeed enough for her. At least today it was.-$
"Fair enough I guess. I see no reason for you not to join the roster Mr. Haires. You do have more experience than some others on the roster actually so, at least you are ahead of a few here already. That counts for something."
$-Then reaching for the drawer nearest her, she retreives one of the standard APW contracts as well as a ball point pen and places them both atop the desk separating them, her hand making the slightest movement as she slid it across the span of the desk towards him.-$
"Our standard APW contract of course. All the vital information is of course there. I'd advise looking it over thoroughly of course. Monetary information as well as scheduling is all there. And all we need is your John Hancock to make this official."
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 19:38:46 GMT -4
(+)Brain leaned forward in his chair. Without lifting the contract, he browses the page. Pretty standard stuff. He took the pen and quickly scribbled his signature on the bottom. He then slid the contract and pen back over to the absolutely radiant Candice. A smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair. Of course his gaze was fixated on her... why wouldn't it be?(+)
"So... is that it? I'm all set to go out there and start to cement my name into this business?"
(+)That was indeed his intention. Wasn't it every bodies? To make a name for themselves and to just kick some ass and not have to worry about major legal repercussions?(+) [/color]
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 21:49:15 GMT -4
"Yes I do believe that is all Mr. Haires. Unless there was something else you wished to speak of?"
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 21:59:24 GMT -4
(+)A smirk crossed the face of Brian as she asked that. She should have known that it opened up a whole new ballgame for the man sitting right in front of her. He slowly took off his glasses before asking the Angel (in more then one way ) that was known as Candice.(+)
"Well, I was wondering.... why does a woman of your beauty Run a wrestling promotion and instead... lets say, become a model?"
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 22:27:03 GMT -4
$-Candice breathed a heavy sigh hearing the man's comments. They were nice things to say of course. True as well. But she couldn't help but feeling as if this was her being "chased" by Mr. Wylde all over again. She surely wasn't one to get involved with a member of the roster. I mean she signed their checks so she knew none of them could even afford a date with her, much less support her excessive shoe habit. It was a nice thing to hear though. She'd give him that much. She merely smiled, tilting her head slightly as she responded to the man's compliments.-$"Why thank you Mr. Haires. That was a sweet thing for you to say. And I sure won't argue with you at all. Flattery will get you...Some places but not...All places. If you know what I mean? "
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 22:57:15 GMT -4
"Of course Ms. Angel. I was only stating a fact."
(+)Indeed. She had looked like a Billion Dollar Princess, so he should of figured that she wouldn't go for him. Normally Brian wouldn't give up the chase... But, with Candice being his new employer he didn't want her to just rip up his contract that was laying just a few inches in front of her now did he?(+)
"But, I think... you didn't quite answer my question..."
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 23:04:09 GMT -4
"Fair enough Mr. Haires. Well, to keep a long story short? The business was basically left to my sisters and myself following our father's passing this past year. And of course wishing to keep his legacy alive, we all agreed that taking over for him and ensuring APW was as successful as he wanted for it to be would be only right. And thus...Here I am. Maybe not exactly my dream job but...It's worth it in it's own way I guess."
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 23:17:04 GMT -4
"Wow, thats quite a story you have your self there. A wrestling company just plopped right into your lap... That seems like a hell of a burden if you ask me..."
(+)Brian leaned forward a little bit. He started inspecting the facial expression of Candice. She seemed... tired and he could see a small trace of anger. He leaned back in the chair, his gaze never leaving the face of Candice.(+)
"And, I assume...that your sisters that you speak of... don't nearly as much of the load around here as they should... and leave you to do all of the grunt work by signing contracts. While you should be off getting pampered... Am I correct Ms. Angel or am I just taking things the wrong way?"
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 25, 2007 23:22:33 GMT -4
"Perceptive Mr. Haires. Quite perceptive. That IS the general consensus around the Tower but we all do something. Maybe one of us aren't in the public eye as much but we've all contributed equally in my eyes. But for some reason...People seem to make their way to MY office when it's contract time. Strangest thing. Good thing vacation time is coming around for me."
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Post by shooter on Jun 25, 2007 23:39:38 GMT -4
"Ah... Well,"
(+)Brian, still not breaking the gaze he held with Candice's oh so beautiful face. Its a shame that she was his employer so he couldn't just slip something in her drink or.... Aw fuck. He really needed to stop having the very rare thought like that. Hangin' out in Las Vegas with Brandon Steps... one of his many friends there was starting to rub off on him. Dude was always drugging chicks... one of the reasons why Brian left that shit hole of a city...
He at least wanted the woman to love every waking second of it (+)
"Is there anything else that needs to be said or exchanged Ms. Angel?"
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Post by Candice Angel on Jun 26, 2007 8:44:25 GMT -4
$-One finger is raised, as she turns towards yet another drawer of her office desk, reaching inside and retrieving one of the many room keys of the suites located here in the tower. She stands from her seat finally, surprisingly with a smile on his face extending her arm with the key loosely dangling from her hand.-$
"Last but not least. Your room key. A temporary place of residence during down time if you will. When you're not on the road, the Tower will be your home Mr. Haires. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other around. If you're luckly anyway."
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