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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Dec 27, 2006 9:23:58 GMT -4
Never one to be unaware of his surroundings, Taylor steps out of his room and into the hallways of APW for some much needed exploration. He locks his door behind him and makes a right. After a brief walk, he finds himself near the elevators. Feeling he knows there is nothing but the same boring rooms on this floor, he decides to move to another. He presses the "DOWN" arrow button on the wall to bring the elevator to his current location. Once it arrives, a "ding" signifies the elevator has stopped on his floor. As the doors open, he learns that his ride will not be by himself. He steps in, presses the "1" button, and the doors close.
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Post by Elizabeth Knight on Dec 27, 2006 11:02:34 GMT -4
The elevator slows as Elizabeth hits the button a few floors down, enjoying a nice meal in their cafe. This tower had just about EVERYTHING... she loved it. The door slides open, and she sees a stranger in there... must be a new wrestler. She smiles as she steps in, seeing that the first floor had already been selected. She looks at Taylor, brushing some of her hair out of her eyes.
"Same destination I guess... I'm Elizabeth Knight... and you are?"[/b]
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Post by fninfamous on Dec 28, 2006 3:15:28 GMT -4
In the same elevator as Elizabeth and Michael, 187 was leaning against the wall in the back. Minding his own business. Elizabeth had already pressed the button of the floor he was heading to as well. So he didn't have to press the button for the floor that he wanted to go to. He raised his eyebrow at the two as he stands with his his silence. He figured he'd evaluate the two as they spoke first. He knew of the woman from the previous company they had both worked for. He never met her face to face but he knew of who she was very well. The other person, he knew just about nothing about him. He figured he might as well listen up and see what happens and what he can learn about these two.
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Dec 28, 2006 9:28:05 GMT -4
Michael Taylor, Ms. Knight. I suppose your a manager?
Taylor keeps an ear turned to Elizabeth and an eye focused on 187. He was very observant, rarely caught off guard. This elevator ride would be no different.
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Post by Elizabeth Knight on Dec 28, 2006 11:03:53 GMT -4
"Well... not really..."[/b]
She laughs... considering she could bench press the stereotypical manager...
"I'm actually one of the first signess for the women's division... straight out of New York."[/b]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Dec 28, 2006 13:31:30 GMT -4
Hmph....
A smirk across his face and a shrug of the shoulders as he chuckles.
You almost had me for a moment, Ms. Knight. I am rather intuitive, however. I know you must be a manager. You look nothing like a wrestler after all.
A cheery smile as he finally looks at Elizabeth, taking his eye off of 187 for a moment as he does so.
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Post by Elizabeth Knight on Dec 28, 2006 13:43:34 GMT -4
"And how do you explain that one?"[/b]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Dec 28, 2006 17:08:15 GMT -4
It's obvious your more concerned with your appearance than anything wrestling, Ms. Knight. I'm sure whoever you manage is the same way, which makes things that much easier for myself when I decide to take the World Championship for myself. I can certainly match anyone in that ring, even raise the level of competition. But, every man enjoys easy pickings every now and then. I look forward to your clients making my job easier.
Ding. The elevator stops on the first floor and the doors open. Taylor steps out without so much as a goodbye to either of them, making a left once he steps out. He was going to begin his exploration of the building, starting with the lobby as he heads that way.
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Post by Elizabeth Knight on Dec 29, 2006 13:16:32 GMT -4
Her jaw drops as Taylor walks out of the elevator, watching him as the doors close, a silent brush of air as the elevator continues its descent...
She looks over at 187...
"Is he serious?!?"[/b]
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Post by fninfamous on Dec 30, 2006 4:05:29 GMT -4
He turns his attention to Elizabeth Knight and shrugs his shoulders. With a shake of his head, all he could say was...
Mothaf**ka needs to do his homework on ya. He really don't know who he was talkin' to like 'dat.
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Post by Dice Dillinger on Dec 30, 2006 4:20:16 GMT -4
+After finally getting some time away from his new...Whatever she was, Dice stood in the front of one of the elevator doors on the floor where the Royal Flush room was located. He stands glancing down at his watch every few seconds waiting as he hears the elevator rising from a few floors down. When it finally arrives and the doors open his lips poke out a bit as he catches sight of Ms. Knight muttering under his breath...+
[glow=red,2,300]Dice: Ooooo hell yeah...Prime ass right here...[/glow]
+Then just as he begins to step in the elevator to get a closer view of the beauty, he notices his brother 187 inside as well leaned against the wall with a giant smile across his face. He quickly extends his hand to his brother as he takes his place a few feet from him leaning on the wall himself...+
[glow=red,2,300]Dice: What's up bro?...Where the hell you headed to man?[/glow]
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Post by fninfamous on Dec 30, 2006 4:30:14 GMT -4
That smirk on his face, he reaches out and "daps" his brother Dice up as he gets on the elevator. He begins to nod his head slightly as he looks at Dice and answers by saying...
Sh*t, just gettin' 'round 'da place. Ya know? Checkin' who's who 'round here. Gettin' to know 'da new mothaf**kas in 'dis place. Ayo, you should've seen 'da mothaf**ka who was in here earlia'. I think his @$$ rollin' wit' them Next-Gen b***hes. I swear man, these cats got no nuts at all on them. Everytime I seen one of them, they ain't got sh*t to say. You know how Ms. Blake was tellin' us durin' our interview how they was all talkin' 'bout killin' 'Da Fam right? These dudes don't want no beef. Everytime I'm in they faces, they ain't got nothin' to say 'bout sh*t. They straight pussy homie. They have no idea what they gettin' theyselves into comi9n' round here tryna' battle us. I'm tellin' ya homie. 'Dis sh*t is like 'Da Anti-Familia sh*t back in New York all ova' again.
He shook his head as he looked back at Dice for his reaction.
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Post by Dice Dillinger on Dec 30, 2006 4:44:20 GMT -4
+Dice just shook his head as he listened to his brother's words. He wasn't surprised at all really. Bitches talk shit in safe confines and when danger is in their faces they bitch up quick...+
[glow=red,2,300]Dice: Man I heard about that Taylor dude too. Supposedly thinking he the big dog around here man...Shit...I'll get V to 3 minute his ass and that'll be it fo' his ass...For real...Them Next Gen bastards ain't shit but talk. I ain't even got time for em' man. The Familia got BIG shit to worry about this season and playing around with some kids ain't one of em'...[/glow]
+Dice nods his head as he finishes up his sentence. Then glancing over towards Ms. Knight with a smirk on his face, he leans into 187 and whispers to him...+
[glow=red,2,300]Dice:...That's a bad one right there man...Damn!...You see that ass dude?...I'd do some straight NASTY shit to her man...Straight up...[/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Dec 30, 2006 4:49:29 GMT -4
Back in the lobby, Taylor finds himself quite impressed with the obvious amount of money that was spent on making this place the best possible. 3 giant chandeliers hung from the lobby ceiling, bringing a seemingly endless amount of light into the room. It was as if he walked into a 5 star hotel to check in, though the receptionist was none too pleasant to look at or talk to. After a few minutes of roaming the area, he felt his exploration of it was quite complete. He makes his way back to the elevators. Once he reaches them, he presses the "UP" arrow button to call for the elevator once again. A minute later, the doors open in front of him and he steps in. The woman and man from before were still inside along with a new addition. This ride could get interesting.....the doors close as they begin their ascension.
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Post by fninfamous on Dec 30, 2006 4:59:43 GMT -4
He couldn't help but laugh at his brother's words about Elizabeth. He was right though. She did have some nice "assets." He wouldn't mind hooking up with her one good time, but then comes in the thought that ruins it all. She was getting married soon to that Canuckler Nathan Michaels. He didn't see how they got together. Fame probably. He didn't know. He turns to his brother Dice and whispers in his ear...
You damn right 'bout'dat right there homie. Man, a blunt, some Hennessy, and a little convo' could do somethin' wit' her. Sh*t...
He raises an eyebrow as he sees Michael Taylor get back on the elevator. That was quick. Must have them supersonic ears or something. It hadn't been that long since they've been on the elevator. A smirk came across his face as he shook his head. Here we go again. He looks at Dice and points at Michael.
'Dis is 'da cat I was tellin' ya 'bout Dice. BIG TIMER, he seems to think he is. Homie a straight killa' too.
He says with the utmost of sarcasm in his voice.
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Dec 30, 2006 5:07:13 GMT -4
The only "killer" in here is you. Your murder of the English language playing the victim. Didn't anyone bother getting you Hooked on Phonics for Christmas?
A slight chuckle and sarcastic grin as Taylor gives himself a good laugh at the man's expense. A verbal war is not something this other guy would want. He would soon find that fact out......
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Post by Yuki Kenzo on Dec 30, 2006 5:07:32 GMT -4
Yuki found the elvevator just in 5min, a new record for her. So
she was standing in front of it, waiting that the doors open for her. Yuki touch her belly, which was full after the enourmous meal
she has eated in the cafeteria. As she remember the good that,
the elevator arrives and the doors open. Ms. Knight, 187 and
nobody else as Dice were in the elevator and a hughe smile
appear on her face.
Dice san.
She shouts out loud and jump in his arms.
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Post by Dice Dillinger on Dec 30, 2006 5:13:26 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]Dice: Man you can't be serious using that recycled shit dog. We was just fuckin' with you man...Hell i hear you running with that Shawn Cumdome dude or whoever so it ain't like you're a THREAT to anything over here homey...You need to get ya' ass on another elevator before shit get out of hand...[/glow]
+Looking over to his brother after a quick glance at a confused Ms. Knight...+
[glow=red,2,300]Dice: You believe this bastard man?...Trying to pop tough cause he in front of a female and shit man....Get the fuck outta here man..[/glow].
+Suddenly Dice's words are cut off by the sound of the elevator opening once again and when it does his face drops...+
[glow=red,2,300]Dice: God damn it...[/glow]
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Post by fninfamous on Dec 30, 2006 5:14:19 GMT -4
He raised an eyebrow at the man infront of him. Then he shook his head as he had a look on his face of disbelief. Then he stood up straight and got into an over exaggerated impression of a nerdy person to show this man a thing or two.
Oh! Oh I'm sorry SIR! You want me to say THE whole word just like THIS. Right? Right? Am I right? You want me to be a conformist of THE sorts? You want me to follow THE rules of THE language we speak? What are ya? Matt Striker? Are you going to GIVE ME a lesson in speaking? Are you going to be the one to fix my vocals? I'm sorry sir. I'm sorry for not speaking right. I'll learn to talk proper English. Okay?
He paused for a moment and just bursted into laughter. He couldn't help but laugh at the man infront of him. He was no threat to him. He could come at him with whatever he wanted, but it was nothing he had not heard before.
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Post by Yuki Kenzo on Dec 30, 2006 5:20:17 GMT -4
Yuki missed you Dice-San.
She looks around and stick her tongue out to Liz as she holds Dice as if he is her property.
Dice-San that friends of you?
She points at 187 and Tayler
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