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Post by plzgodno on Jan 18, 2008 12:29:23 GMT -4
Loud, heavy footsteps are heard coming down the hallway when a man in 2 piece suit can be seen.
He stands 6'8" and easily must way 275lbs easy.
He's a man of massive size and appearance and his face tells more stories of his past then any written biography could achieve.
He is DarkMan X
aka "The Living Legend"
aka "The Whole F'n Industry"
aka "The Whole F'n Business"
aka "The Lost Soul"
aka "The Darkest Man Alive"
aka "The Dark Disciple"
aka "The Aftermath"
aka "The Alternative Freak"
aka "The New Blood"
He's here to meet with APW's newest "runner" or "controller". His friend, Gregory Shaddix.
With a thunderous knock on the door, his arrival is complete
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK |
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Post by blaze on Jan 19, 2008 18:12:44 GMT -4
"What the!?..."
Having been slightly spacing off, that loud knock had forced him back into reality. Just a little to soon it had seemed...Oh well...
"Um...Yeah...doors open...Come in..."
If they can fit through the freaking door. The person on the other side must be a beast to make that kind of noise... |
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Post by plzgodno on Jan 21, 2008 9:45:13 GMT -4
He turns the handle on the office door and swings it open, giving it a push. It swings right through, hitting the wall behind it with a thud.
He ducks his head down as he walks through the doorway, smiling and looking at Shaddix with a grin that one would see on the face of the man who just ate the last cookie Shaddix, my good man. Nice office you got here, great building and a company that is once again, shaping up nicely. Shaping up a few blocks from my condo, which is either going to benefit or hinder you, depending on your answers to the next question.
I hear you got a vacancy in terms of running the ship and keeping these inmates from running APW into the ground again. What do you suppose your going to do about that? Keep in mind my current "semi" retirement aswell  |
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Post by blaze on Jan 23, 2008 2:16:31 GMT -4
"Damn, I know you haven't grown even more since the last time we spoke, have you?"
He was right, the man at the door was a beast. The kind of beast Shaddix wanted to be working for him. And at this current point in time, he had just the position for this man to fill...
"Well....I was looking for someone strong....Well spoken....A living legend to say the least....To keep this companies inmates as you call them in check. Preferably someone well known in the wrestling world....Yet, they would need to be semi-retired from that sort of job....And even better if they lived nearby...Oh, say in a condo not to far from here...."
Scratching his chin...
"Do you happen to know anyone that fits those qualifications whom would like to step up to a general manager job?"
Smooth Shaddix...real smooth... |
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Post by plzgodno on Jan 23, 2008 9:23:51 GMT -4
He pretends to be shocked as he sarcastically looks around the room and settles his eyes on himself Well lookie here, seems I know a man and he's right infront of you. Imagine that, and to think I almost went a bit south to stick a fork in an already on it's way down company.
APW will do, APW will do quite nicely and with a con running the convicts, it's going to be a very productive year aswell. |
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Post by blaze on Jan 30, 2008 0:33:26 GMT -4
"A con.....running the convicts? Heh, I like that...very much so."
A smile begins to form on Shaddix's face.
"So, I take that as a yes....You want to do this? Take APW in your hands...and share the burden of its weight along with the CEO's. Though, its not all work...I guarentee you'll have some fun along the way my friend..."
Shaddix rises from his seat and walks over to a nearby filing cabinet. From it, he removes a 'special' contract. Reserved soley for this man, DMX. Placing the paper down infront of him along with a pen...
"Sign that...and the fun begins...." |
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Post by plzgodno on Jan 30, 2008 0:45:53 GMT -4
He grins from ear to ear as he signs the contract, solidifying his position as the leader of a 3 ring circus. A position he's held before in Toronto but for a different company Congrats, you just signed yourself a living legend who is going to mold these green bastards into the top talent on the market. By the halfway point, if your not being approached by companies around the world wanting to negotiate with OUR talent, then I'll lace up the boots myself and return full time!He drops the contract on the table, followed by the pen and leaves to scour the building to find the freaks he's now in charge of |
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