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Post by dontmesswithme on Apr 5, 2008 13:53:57 GMT -4
Stepping out into the cold stiff Toronto breeze, a slender hand adjusted the sun protection upon her face. Brown eyes peering out from behind darkened lenses. A familAr place indeed. Merely a year ago she was taking these same steps for the first time. Now. The place lay in shambles. Looking for leadership. And for someone to take them to the top again. It seemed she was here to do just that. Restore APW. Though key things were missing that made this federation what it was. It was time those components were restored. A new breed of superstar was on the horizon. Though were her estranged husband failed. She would not. Her slender figure moved into the APW tower. Chocolaty hair flowing elegantly behind her, she was the Queen after all. Every set of eyes in the room followed her every move. That devious smirk passed across her face as her figure came to a halt in the middle of the semi crowded room. Plans would be set in motion. A new age was upon them. APW would be hid in the shadows no more.
This is oh so very familiar.
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Post by dontmesswithme on Apr 5, 2008 19:34:35 GMT -4
It was time to find the man she was here to find. To restore glory to this familiar place. Jay Crack was her target. He needed her. More then she needed him. But convincing a man of that? Dear god that was near impossible sometimes. Especially if the man was anything like other familiar faces she remembered. This would be a long road ahead of her. But in the end despite what anyone may think of her or those around her. APW will have bettered from it. And she will have saved what that dead beat...Excuse me. What her lovely husband had left so wonderfully let fall apart. She sometimes wonders if she should have left him here in Toronto and not have come back for him...
The soft clicks of her heals trail on as she continues to wards the elevator.
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 5, 2008 20:29:57 GMT -4
And as if fate would have it or by some higher power...
The APW Messiah himself happened to be onboard the elevator. Standing there in a fine navy blue suit, white undershirt, no tie around his neck, and a pair of navy blue All-Star Converses on his feet. In his left hand, he held a silver briefcase in his hand, in the right was a cell phone that he held up to his ear. Talking with... let's just say... it's an associate of Jay's from... other work. Let's keep it at that. He was on the phone with an associate. On the left hand of him, stood another man. Tall, stalky, buff... You know the type. Perhaps a bodyguard or personal security? Another man stood on the right of Jay, pretty much the same build. Both dressed to look like they were in some sort of Secret Service organization. Guess you could say Jay felt like he needed protection coming home from where he had been at? That could be the reason. Either way, he happened to be on this elevator, along with two rather large men sticking by his side as if on the look out for him. Standing there on the elevator, the doors open and Jay proceeds to make his way out of the elevator. The two huge niggas on his sides following him. Coming out the elevator saying...
"Yeah... yeah nigga... I'm back in town... Don't even sweat shit.... It was an easy job.... You seem to forget who you talking to nigga... It's ya boy Jay you talking to nigga... Ain't gotta worry aboutcha boy... I can handle myself... Ya know....? Act like them Italians is something to be scared of... Hahaha... Nah... They might got something for me... But they ain't ever met a Compton nigga like me before man... Yeah... I know... Hahaha... Riiiiiight.... This Jay you talking to nigga... This is Jay..... You seem to be thinking of those fake ass niggas from Brooklyn..... Them Italian cats tried to play the whole "intimidation" card with me... But they know a real Don when they see one... Hahaha... Ah... You on your way out nigga...? Cool, cool... Holla atcha boy later... Got some things we need to talk about... Got some business to handle... I'm sure you've heard about some recent happenings... That favor I was wanting to ask of you... Ya know... Yeah... Alright nigga... I'ma let you go... Holla later and we can talk about the job.... Cool...? Alright nigga... Hahaha... One..."
*CLICK* Closing his cell phone... Ending the conversation..... And meeting with..
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Post by dontmesswithme on Apr 6, 2008 18:58:49 GMT -4
And what you seek, you shall find. Pulling the darkened spectacles from her eyes, an ever so elegant smile crossed her face. She mentally cursed herself. How was to announce herself? Genovese? or Mariano? Well if he knew as much as they say he did. Then it would be simple to just say the "divorce" had taken place.
Mr. Crack. Dayna Mariano. Could we speak. In private.
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 6, 2008 22:37:25 GMT -4
"Dayna...?"
Of course, that name sounded familiar. Why, you may ask? Don't be stupid. Look at the company he keeps around him. Look at who he's been involved with prior to APW. There's no need to ask how he already knew her. A smirk formed on his lips. A private meeting. With Dayna? What ever could this mean? He could only assume it was business related with his close associates. Kind of surprising to see her here in Toronto. Maybe it's just a visit? There's only one way for him to find out.
"Private meeting, huh?"
He looked at the two dudes that have been following him. They looked right back at him. He gave them a nod. Lifting that briefcase up to hand it to the one on the right of him.
"Take it to my suite and place it with the rest. I'll catch ya guys later. Cool?"
Not a word was spoken, the two just gave a nod and continued on ahead past Dayna and Jay. Turning his attention back to Dayna now. An eyebrow arched up as he looked at her.
"Whatcha want?"
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Post by dontmesswithme on Apr 7, 2008 16:42:11 GMT -4
Answers of course Mr. Crack.
She motioned for him to walk with her, they had somethings to discuss weather or not those things would be discussed was another matter. Her eyes locked onto his, before the started the slow venture to wards some of the back halls of this fine establishment.
One can only speculate as to why you would wrestling but still venturing around with body guards. Is Toronto still not safe?
She looked at him once more. Not wishing to out right say what she wanted to say but hopefully he got the underlying meaning.
Rumors fly Mr. Crack, and I still have a few mutual friends with my husband. Why would your business "associates" choose to return to Toronto? Pride perhaps?
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 7, 2008 17:26:28 GMT -4
"Toronto not safe? Heh, heh. That's what they say these days. But those two? They ain't with me for that. Heard Italy was quite a lovely place to visit. And well, I knew a couple of guys who wanted to visit it as well. Figured, why not bring them along for the ride? You know?"
Of course, that was a lie. Like Jay was going to go to Italy to see the scenery? Ha. Yeah. Maybe when he's on vacation. But it was strictly work related business that was needing to be dealt with over yonder.
"As for these mutual friends of yours and Cross'... Mind telling just who they are? If it has anything to do with the family... Well... I'm sure I probably already know who they are. But just in case... Mind filling me in?"
A slight raise in his eyebrow as he looked at her. If they were going to talk business... Well then... Let's talk business. Talking in riddles and junk only further makes a nigga suspicious. And with the happenings in Toronto brought up...? Well then... You bet your ass Jay was going to be on guard.
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Post by dontmesswithme on Apr 7, 2008 18:07:56 GMT -4
You must know me better then that Mr. Crack. Those who inform me. Wish to remain left out of the topic of discussion. As for Italy. Yes. I hear it is rather warm this time of year. I'm sure you enjoyed some of the native cuisine, yes?
She stopped once she knew they were out of ear shot of anyone. Letting her eyes look up into his she smiled deviously.
Yes. This is in fact about the family. And if they are to return to APW. I want to know what plans are in store for them. I know Cross isn't coming back. Which leaves me with one prospect left, and yourself of course. Why Toronto? Why again?
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 7, 2008 18:28:55 GMT -4
"Why Toronto? I think a better question would be... Why not Toronto? This place is quite beautiful in it's self. It has it's own precious qualities for one to enjoy when they're here. You know? Hahaha... Sometimes people like it warm. Sometimes people like it cold. I personally am enjoying both right now."
Shaking his head. A small laugh escapes his frame. Jay figured she would be smarter than this. Why not come back to Toronto? If anyone was going to expect him to run away and hide like some chump when blood has been spilled... Well then... They are pretty naive then.
"Oh yeah. And to get back into the business. Got to get back to work, you know. Seemed to have grown a passion for this sport since I've become a part of it. When there was an opportunity to get back on... Well... I figured I'd take my chances here."
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Post by dontmesswithme on Apr 7, 2008 19:25:52 GMT -4
So the Family is coming to Toronto. But that leaves us with the fact you left my question unanswered. What plans are in store for the Family? Or am I asking someone to low on the food chain?
Her previous smiled faded as her eyes remained on him. Family in Toronto. Check. Play smart Mr. Crack. Regardless of his coming actions, her question would be answered. Silence said more then words sometimes.
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 7, 2008 19:43:19 GMT -4
"Never said anything about the family being in Toronto. That's your own assumption. I don't see how you listening to me talk about how nice the weather in Toronto is and in Italy too... And talk about wrestling again.... In any way, shape, or form saying the family is in town."
An arched eyebrow. Girl must be hard of hearing. Cross needs to stop choking his women. Making them go deaf or something. He shrugged it off and continued...
"As for being low on the food chain...? Ha! Riiiight. Obviously you must not know much about your husband's friends. It's best not to make such ignorant assumptions... You may never know if you're talking to the wrong person."
Jay shook his head. Sure. This woman was once the love of Cross' life. But was he going to take being talked down to so easily? He's sure the King would understand entirely.
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Post by † Robin R. Moretti † on Apr 8, 2008 0:37:00 GMT -4
***Meanwhile***
Actually he’s specifically 20 minutes late as of now. You know me dear brother; I hate being made to wait. I never will identify with the company you’ve kept for all of these years. Celerity is a virtue best utilized. Always.
Again, She looked out of the window of the room one half of the lovely CEO duo of Action Packed Wrestling had secured for her earlier in the afternoon. How much longer would she have to wait for this new associate her brother so wished for her to meet with? Waiting was similar to pulling teeth for Mrs. Robin R. Moretti. Her long estranged sibling on the opposite end of the call knew all too well.
Fine. But I can promise that his time with me has already been significantly shortened. I’ll be in touch after we’ve spoken. If that ever occurs that is. Farewell dear brother. See you soon I hope.
Ending off the phone call, her ever elegant steps carried her to the nearby couch near the center of the room. Kicking off the high heels from her feet, she finally took a moment of time to relax for herself. Something she hadn’t had a lot of time to do over the past few weeks. With dealing with her brother’s always optimistic ambitions of industry prominence, and agreeing to taking a break from her own illustrious life to offer a hand in those ambitions, Mrs. Moretti found this small amount of time to be essential to her sanity at the moment in time. Hopefully this young man her brother placed so much faith in would arrive soon. If not, he’d surely miss the chance to meet with the incomparable Mrs. Robin R. Moretti.
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Post by † Robin R. Moretti † on Apr 11, 2008 1:15:01 GMT -4
And so he had officially missed this chance to speak with Mrs. Moretti. Scoffing at his inability to even show his face, even later than scheduled, she left the confines of the couch after slipping back into her high heels, and made way for the door. She didn't have time to sit and wait for those who would waist her time. Not Robin R. Moretti. It just wasn't in her to wait in the first place. She'd be sure to give her dear brother a piece of her mind next time they spoke.
Opening the door to the suite Ms. Jade had secured for her, she stepped out into the hallway, slipping her designer shades back onto her face. Closing the door behind her, she decided she'd pay a visit to Ms. Jade, to thank her for the hospitality she had showed since Robin arrived here in Toronto. It was the least she could do though of course...Given their connection.
And so she was gone from the suite, hoping that she'd have the chance to chew Mr. Williams out later on. He would most certainly be receiving an ear full.
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 13, 2008 18:14:07 GMT -4
"Gah... Why does this keep happening to me...?"
Shaking his head. What a disappointment. He needs to stop being so cruel to humanity. People are starting to grow more and more afraid of him. Fuck it. He simply just looked at Dayna and says...
"I take your complete and utter silence as accepting defeat in this verbal... argument? Verbal argument that you tried to start. Now... I will take my leave. Good day Dayna. Do ponder long and hard your response for me. Alright? I do hope the next time you have something to say to me... It's far more worth while then what you had said here tonight. Take care."
With that said... Jay nods and walks past Dayna. Back onto his business.
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Post by dontmesswithme on Apr 13, 2008 21:11:42 GMT -4
OOC: i was out of town all weekend >.>
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