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Post by thebostonstar on Jan 24, 2008 22:01:48 GMT -5
Aye, Boston wasn't totally in the mood to even meet her brand's boss at the moment, but nevertheless, she was on her way to top of the tower, read to plead any case that might be against her. Honestly, she felt this little meeting was a waste, and that such a get together shouldn't have been made without any prior planning. She felt forced, and she hated that. Letting out a sigh as she rode the elevator to the top floor, she whispered to herself, "This week just hasn't been mine...too many problems." She tiredly leans against the elevator wall, allowing her hands to run through her hair, ever so elegantly. Moments later, the elevator dings, and the door opens, allowing Boston to take her leave.
Forcing a smile, she walks out, and heads towards Silvia's door. She didn't feel like dealing with anyone, even they were personal assistants. She wasn't in the mood for men, she wasn't in the mood to deal with them, or anything at the moment. Boston was just flat our flustered, not exactly the mind-set you want when you have a pay-per-view match coming up. Letting a out another sigh, she knocks on Bank's door, hoping she wouldn't have to deal with a Russian-gimmicked superstar.
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Post by rr on Jan 24, 2008 22:12:48 GMT -5
She must be Lady Luck, then... for the last thing she would encounter is a gimmick to "greet" her at the door. Da (Yes), the revelation. Radimir Romanov is no gimmick. First thing he detects, the moment he lays eyes on the visitor, is a sense of intolerableness... yet there's even something more annoying? One of millions of Lady Bankova clones?
His head tilts slightly to one side, confusion sets in as he looks back to see Lady Bankova was indeed sitting where he last saw her. This impersonator must want an autograph, then? This is the first time he could honestly admit to himself that he is "lawling" inside, indeed...
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Post by thebostonstar on Jan 24, 2008 22:30:41 GMT -5
"What the heck." Boston thinks to herself as she lets out yet antoher sigh. "What is with my luck?" This time, this thought was aloud, and she didn't care much either. "First, coffee was out at Starbucks. AT STARBUCKS. Starbucks is a coffe place, how can it be out of COFFEE?" She was staring at Radimir, seemingly blaming him for the luck she had this week. "Then I find that Cameron is just like any other boy in this company, always thinking with his penis. I thought he was more, he sure seemed like it at first, but meh, can you believe it?" She paused, half-expecting Radimir to respond, but then continues, "And now, I have to deal with another man." She crosses her arms and lets out another sigh, "Can we just skip our little intro, since honestly, I don't want to be here, and I just want to get this meeting with Ms. Silvia Banks over with already. I need some time to clear my head before the pay-per-view, and I figure the faster this meeting goes, the faster I can finally allow this bad stroke of luck to finally end."
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Post by rr on Jan 24, 2008 22:36:27 GMT -5
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Dejavu. It could only be described as such. He wonders since when had Lady Bankova kept this a secret, that she was born in doubles. Again, he looks over to Lady Bankova, and then back at this woman. He wanted to be angry, but he felt like he can't be...
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Post by thebostonstar on Jan 24, 2008 22:41:55 GMT -5
Boston was starting to grow impatient. This man in front of her wasn't saying anything, just staring...staring...staring. "AH!" Boston finally screams, growing tired of waiting for a responce, "I'm sorry, I trully am, but I'm afraid I'm growing tired of this stoicness deriving from you." She takes off her sunglasses, putting them elegantly on her forehead, reavling her deep blue eyes, giving Radimir a stare. "Two can play this staring game, bring it."
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Post by rr on Jan 24, 2008 22:48:20 GMT -5
She's staring him in the eyes?!? He clenches his fist, but then relieves it. He clenches it again... just to relieve it again. He is confused, until approaching footsteps come to rectify the situation...
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Post by sil on Jan 25, 2008 10:04:34 GMT -5
What seems to be the problem here?
...spoke the voice of whom the approaching footsteps belonged to, Miss Silvia Banks. She places her hand on Radimir's upper arm area before looking toward the visitor that seems to be causing her dear friend some anxiety. Finally catching a glance of this visitor, Silvia could have sworn that she was looking into a full length mirror of some kind. That, however, wasn't the case.
May I help you?
A fan perhaps? If it was, Silvia didn't have a pen in hand for an autograph at the moment, that's for sure...
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Post by thebostonstar on Jan 26, 2008 0:34:45 GMT -5
Boston had to take a double take of the person in front of her. They looked extremely alike, only Silvia looked a tad taller. Shaking her head to ignore their resemblance, she extended her hand. "My name is the Boston Star, and I'm a debutante on your Mayhem roster. I earned my spot in the tournament for the title, in a tag-match last week along with Amy. I've had quite the bad stroke of luck this week, and honestly, when I heard the announcement, I instantly sighed. But I have to say...seeing how we look extremely alike...the trip was well worth it."
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Post by sil on Jan 26, 2008 1:03:53 GMT -5
Likewise, Miss The Boston Star was it?
One moment. This was the one that Miss Rhoades kept bringing up. Ah, her opponent...
My, my... the last thing I was expecting was this. Simply uncanny. No wonder why Radimir seemed a bit out of it. You didn't look him in the eyes did you?
She looks over to him, seeing that he's perplexed as ever. It looks like he wanted to hurt someone, but didn't know who. She gives him a stern look, to draw his attention. Reaching up to hold him by his chin, she makes it clear that everything's fine. Well, at least for now. He acknowledges her and retreats back to his post.
We both know why you're here. Shall we? I love the shades by the way. Chanel?
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Post by thebostonstar on Jan 26, 2008 1:11:55 GMT -5
"I've lived off a indy wrestler's salary for the last few years, these are just cheap knock-offs, but don't tell anyone else that. And of course, let's get our little get together started." Boston follows Banks to her office.
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Post by sil on Jan 26, 2008 16:03:24 GMT -5
The ol' fifteen dollar sunglasses? Fierce, darling... fierce...
She shoots Miss * a smile, only to begin to wonder what this woman's real name was. Silvia didn't get the chance to look over the portfolios of the newest arrivals on her brand...
Shall we get this started?
Silvia motions her toward the red X...
Please stand over there...
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Post by thebostonstar on Jan 26, 2008 23:40:53 GMT -5
...a big red X? Boston seemed rather confused, while should she stand, when there's chairs...shaking her head, she follows Silvia's request, and stands on the the red x-mark. "I don't know about you Silvia...but this just seem rather odd?" Boston was now standing just standing the mark, looking much like a fool, not knowing what exactly to expect from this.
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Post by sil on Jan 27, 2008 1:27:36 GMT -5
That's Miss Banks...
She looks over this woman's profile, which just so happens to be on her desk along with the other qualifiers after all...
... to you Miss Gilmore...
Silvia points over to the cameraman within the room, over in a corner, but just straight ahead from where the X lays...
Did you so happen to see the video? Please tell me how YOU believe you fit all the mentioned qualities that I obviously possess and consequently I know GCW's first Top Debutante should have...
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Post by thebostonstar on Jan 27, 2008 1:45:19 GMT -5
Oh, so this was some type of confrontation to prove herself to the boss. "Sorry...Miss Banks," she replied, keeping a tone when correcting herself. "Do I believe I fit the listed criteria to be GCW's Top Debutante? No. I don't. I myself, feel that I have yet to have the qualities listed in order to achieve such a status. There are woman on this roster who are better than me, in more ways than one, I'm not oblivious to that fact. There are people on this roster that I feel are better than me, and if one believes someone is better than them, then they surely don't feel that they're the best. I mean, being the top Debutante, means you're the best, right? In my opinion, there's always going to be that someone who's just that much better than you. It's what strives competition in the first place Miss Banks." She kept her head help up high. That was her honest opinion, honestly, she didn't really care about titles. Honestly, she felt a person got a title when the company felt that the person deserved it.
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