Where's that other GM lady at? -O2A-

[andy]

Andrew assumed that the hours leading up to Exodus were wide open for some interaction and such. The arena was open, the talent starting to gather... and him? He's already got his match in order... against that guy that is SORELY mistaken when he thinks his size makes himself any kind of presence in a wrestling ring, Mister Essence. Andrew wasn't taking him lightly, but you can call him far less than impressed, that's for sure. Currently, he explores the backstage arena of the United Center, seeing who all he can find, and also, looking for someone else.

"That other General Manager's gotta be around here somewhere... ain't no way I wanna check out that office ripped right out of Star Trek..."

He glances at himself in a nearby mirror, walking by it. The faded, rugged jeans, the button up, long sleeved shirt covering his shoulders... something a little bit casual for him before he gets ready for his match later on. He checks down at his watch, noting the time before wandering backstage...

Hell, may as well meet some more of his colleagues or future bosses, right?

[Angel Fyre]

Angel Fyre passes him with a bizarre look on his face.

Dude you are trying to find the bosses? Man you need to give that up and get acquainted with all the boys in the back. You see you want to sign that contract I am sure but you know you got a match as I have heard with some clown by the name of Essence. And by looking at you, I can tell you come from the backstreets on NY or something. But hey appearances aren't everything and maybe that is your gimmick. But if you really want to impress someone then you need to look at me for once. Mr. Hollywood many call me because of my prestige in the entertainment business and the "Benjamins" in my back pocket.

But good luck to ya in your seach party of course. But you look like the type that can go toe to toe and like yourself I got to train some dude about respect and knowing his role in the stable that is called... "Planet Hollywood." Ya know I am always on the look out for great and young talent. You look like the type that can really become something big. Now if you ever want to talk about coming over to the "winning" side then let me know.

Angel has a card with his name and number wanting to give it to Andrew Rose and awaiting his response.

[andy]

"Benjamin's in the back-pocket, huh?"

Andrew looks down at the card, flipping it between his fingers before looking up at this "Angel, Mr. Hollywood," character.

"That's so overrated. I've got way more than enough of those to pull out and brag all the time. Little something that goes with being an heir to a hotel empire."

He lets that in, before pulling out his wallet, sliding in the business card, easily visible was the small amount of cash in it, mostly for vending machines, and the one sole credit card, along with his IDs. It was true... why bother pulling around all of that cash when it's all tucked away in stocks, bonds and private accounts?

Exactly. Can't shake down the rich guy in front of all of the paparazzi cameras and snag his wallet hoping you get something. Not like it'd be an easy feat to do to one Andrew Rose...

"I'm from Houston, by the way. Fuck New York... nothing but a bunch of high class, drama, I think I'm better than you bitches there anyways. All ants in a consuming mess that thinks that they're the center of the world, when honestly? That town just grows to be the biggest joke in the world day in and day out. Only reason I look the way that I do is that I choose NOT to bask in the camera flashes of my colleagues, and choose to have a life that doesn't see me appear in re-hab every three months. Thanks for the offer though... I'll be thinking on it."

[sil]

Silvia just so happens to be wandering about as well... with her trusty bodyguard in tow, Radimir Romanov of course... but keeping herself busy nonetheless. One of the agents of GCW's Creative Department is chasing her down, to ask for her final approval of the sketch he had drawn up for the MayheM Championship. Earlier that day, Silvia couldn't bare the disaster of a design that was presented to her by the same worker. And since MayheM is HER show, what kind of GM would she be if she didn't ask for the very best in something so prestigious as a championship belt that would represent HER show? She gives the worker a few seconds of her time, and you could literally see how impressed she was with the new design, to which she nods in approval. She waves him off, for she wanted to see that design be bought to life as soon as possible. How FIERCE it will be...

Her walk continues, stomping her way around a corner and catching wind of a conversation most interesting. Soon thereafter, it takes a turn for the worse... for one of those involved in said conversation that is...

Radimir?

She gives him a quick glance, her glare speaks volume. He fully understands, that his services may be needed with the certain person with POOR choice of words...

With her arms crossed, she approaches the two men, her sights specifically on the man who is apparently donning her weave...

What was that about New Yorkers, Mister... from Houston is it?... Miss Silvia Banks. MayheM General Manager. The pleasure is ALL yours I'm sure...

While in her stance, Radimir closes in, to join the interesting conversation that is sure to become ever the moreso... interesting...

[andy]

Of course, Andrew had recognized Silvia from Amanda's earlier speech, when her image was displayed. So of course, he came right to attention, meeting eye contact with her after a quick glance at the large man accompanying her.

"Miss Banks... indeed it is a pleasure... and what I said about New Yorkers? Well, ma'am... in my experiences they prove to be just what I said...

no offense, meant, of course...

I... just didn't want to be grouped into those that I happen to know. Myself? I'm Andrew Rose, and I am pleased to meet your acquaintance... especially since I didn't want to end up in the....

"Star Trek" room that your direct competitor has holed herself up in...

Not to mention you're the one that I'd much rather meet when it comes to the first and foremost members of management that I would be interacting with, ma'am..."

[sil]

Hmmpf... and I suppose you believe flattery will get you any and everywhere when in my presence?? On any typical day, you would be quite the lucky young man. Sadly, this isn't the typical day, yes? Have you been out there yet, showing our spectators here and around the country WHO exactly you are? Before you answer, keep one thing in mind, first impressions are everlasting. And you, Mr. Rose is it?... have made quite the lasting impression.

Silvia flips her hair to one side, and breaks eye contact with the young man. She sets her eyes on Mr. Angel Fyre, whom she heard of before. One would think that Mr. Fyre would hire decent and RESPECTABLE help when it pertains to one's own personal stylist. Could this Andrew Rose person literally "make-up" for blatantly bashing the CAPITAL CITY of the world... no the FASHION world? His hands lacked the dexterity to handle a pair of scissors, let alone a brush.

Another good ol' saying comes to mind. Good help is SO hard to find these days. In accordance, Mr. Fyre?

She nods, acknowledging his warranted presence. Her eyes still wander about, but her words are directed toward this Mr. Rose.

Looking for me? I have a personal stylist of my very own, sir... Star Trek? My competitor?

Whatever did he mean by that? A second to process those words.

...

Ah, the substitute teacher turned general manager, Kimberly Masters. It could not be denied though, the woman does need help with her wardrobe, make-up, ect...

Are you a miracle worker, then? I'm assuming Mr. Fyre could tell me? If you indeed are, I highly recommend that you DO visit her office and spice up her wardrobe...

She notices the pattern on his unbuttoned shirt. Awfully FAMILIA-r if you ask her...

Nice taste on the shirt though...

She manages to say this, even though it brought back aching memories.

[andy]

"Well, thanks...

He did like this shirt.

But yeah, I've been out to the ring and have had my camera time myself, Miss Banks. I have a match scheduled with Essence at the upcoming pay-per-view, when I intend to make the mark that you speak of. I don't come here to be any type of stylist or anything like that, I'm here to fight. Anyone, period, even someone that's almost a foot taller than I am, not to just appear to bash what appears to be your favorite city...

and, if I'm guessing right, your home-town. My apologies on that front, ma'am, as I said, I meant no offense to you personally, nor what the city offers. Just the majority of those I've interacted with from that city in my other realms of business."

[rr]

Radimir could sense the negative energy emanating from Lady Bankova, a direct response toward the man with the boyish facial features. His neck twitches, his teeth slightly grit in his own annoyance of the boy. His furrowed brow lowers as he narrows his eyes behind the "shield" of cotton resting over his head. His knuckles crack as he fidgets them to and fro...

[andy]

"Of course... I'm guessing that he's going to end up having a few words with me afterwards, right?

If you want to book it for your debut show, I'm all for it, even though I honestly wasn't going around looking for a fight..."

[sil]

Silvia makes sure to signal Radimir out of the corner of her eye, so that he fully understands she in complete control of the situation. Her eyes slowly make their way back to Mr. Rose.

Extra bonus point in interpreting my passion for the Big Apple with it being my hometown. You would indeed be correct. Perhaps hope for you yet?

Oh, how embarrasing... well for HIM of course , that she was under the impression of him being Mr. Fyre's opinionated personal stylist. Apparently, not the case.

Friendly advice then, Mr. Rose. Associate yourself with who are NOT like those you've had the displeasure of interacting with. Simple, really. Though, I see you are making strides with Mr. Fyre here. Again. there may be hope for you yet.

And he's here to fight? Precious... precious indeed. The physique is there but is the will to win, in essence the stamina, somewhere in there?

Essence? I can't say I've heard of that name before, even though the name Rose does in fact raise an eyebrow for some odd reason now that I think about it. Nevertheless, I should look back at the recorded footage so far then... for I must see the approach you've taken in your first televised, nationwide appearance, if I'm correct in my assumption?...

And do not worry your pretty little head about Mr. Romanov, he's merely warming up for a match of his own. He also has a habit of doing that in his own way to say salutations...

[andy]

"Actually, I've had one televised Mixed Martial Arts fight... Someone decided to pick it up. Hotel heir gets into the octagon, big story, and the paparazzi are all there. Probably where you've heard of my name as well...

At least I was undefeated in the handful of fights I did have. Figured it would help me out in this business, probably for an environment for your show, since I hear that the competition that the MayheM show is aiming for is set to be a little more... brutal.

Andrew does meet his eyes again with the cotton protecting the probably cold gaze of the Russian, he guessed, behind Silvia. He didn't want to ask... something about him looked just a little bit more intimidating than Essence.

"Aim to show it to you at the pay per view as well... Essence may look big, but he looks no different than those low-class individuals my father hires to build his hotels, so it should be no big deal... guy only looks like a bar-brawler type anyways... which I've had no problem dispersing myself before. I was going to put up my years salary in the fight too, but of course he proved to be pretty much worthless in promo-time, so why reward or pay such slackery?"

[rr]

Unwelcomed eyes had fallen upon his person, causing the Iron Bison to snort forcibly... the point made clear. He stands his ground, heeding her words and respecting her wishes just as she notices he is about to take a step forward. How he wished to send the boy flying into the far wall. Something about the pent up aggression within him made him uncomfortable. Thankfully, Lady Bankova promised him an adversary sooner rather than later...

[sil]

Mr. Rose, has anyone ever told you that it is VERY impolite to stare? Keep that in mind, especially with the person just behind me. He's not as welcoming if you do so. The opposite, actually...

Anyhow, you're proving yourself to be quite the gambler. I suppose you live out that family name of yours, hmm? Your dear father coming from nothing, a man with a vision who made it into a reality at all costs? Bravo, Mr. Rose. Bravo. Be sure to bring that intestinal fortitude to the ring, and astound our fans... myself in particular. You may have a mouth that will obviously send you to the doghouse once or twice, but you appear to be a level-headed individual. Don't prove me wrong, sir... especially if you have a certain brand in mind to call your home away from home...

[andy]

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was staring.

MayheM sounds as if it'd be the home for me, Miss Banks..."

His eyes drift from the large man behind Silvia after a brief study of his person. Andrew would fight him, no problem, but that was neither here nor there.

"Little something to prove my worth around here and not have things handed to me. That's what I look for, and that's what I hope to achieve on your show. Not saying Miss Masters would do what I don't desire... but I just feel your show would be the better fit for me."

Dog-house-mouth, huh? He'll have to remember that one for later. Could be some fun to be had with other individuals to spice up some television ratings.

[sil]

I can guarantee you this, Mr. Rose. At the end of the day, MayheM WILL be the superior brand of the two. If you wish to be a part of a show I will strive to bring innovation to, that would be single best decision you've ever made in your professional wrestling career. If you are indeed good enough, show me and I'll use my powers here to make you a household name. You may need some help in the wardrobe department, despite the fierceness of that silk shirt, but everything else seems to be there. A suggestion though and take it for what it's worth. Slick your hair back, and show your facial features. A wise woman once told me that it's ALL in the face. Men especially should never hide behind their own hair. Leave that to the unattractive of this world... and the VERY few that CAN make it fierce, in a word: moi...

A quick flaunt of her hair follows.