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Post by Dayna Mariano on Jan 21, 2009 15:13:08 GMT -5
Oh how the time had passed. It really had not been all that long, but alas it was to long. Ms. Mariano was back in Chicago, so many memories so many emotions. Emotions? Her faced turned sour at the word. Emotions were for the weak. She was no longer weak. A slight scoff released from her lips. She was never weak. Don't get the idea she was anything like you. She has class and character two things YOU only strive to achieve. A slender mocha hand placed a gentle knock upon an ever so unfamiliar office door. Would this Hallie Berry wanna be, actually be happy to see her? The good lord knows this place probably needs some talent again. Again? Correction, when she left this place last, she left them without talent. A devious smirk crossed her place.
Knock Knock Mandy. |
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Post by Amanda Wallace on Jan 21, 2009 17:39:41 GMT -5
"No, no... Look, Exodus is the 8th. I don't need you telling me maybe you'll have the arena ready by then. I NEED it ready by then. No ifs. Just yes..." Amanda was currently on the phone, getting more pissed by the minute. A plot of land had been purchased outside of Chicago, land that was used to build GCW's arena in full, entirely obliterating her company's travel expenses. Their own method of cost cutting in the new, economic times, was to remain local now. "Thats more like it. Keep me posted..."
The phone snapped shut and she sighed, looking up toward the door. "Come...-" she was saying, then noticed the door was latched shut. "Great..." she sighed, forcing herself to stand. Reaching over and grabbing her cane, she started to make her way to the door, her strides much better than when the accident had happened. Getting an extra couple million from the drunk's insurance company in a lawsuit also helped to add a little skip to her step, but whatever...
Reaching over, she unlocked the dead bolt, opening the door. "Yes?" |
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Feb 9, 2009 15:46:17 GMT -5
*Sorry sweetie been a little rough around here, Drama seems to follow me no matter where I lay my head*
Oh Mandy how are you? Hopefully well.
Dayna marched into the room taking only a slight note of the gimp Ms. Wallace. Marching into the middle of the room she peered around at what she considered must have been decorations, but the style seemed rather butch.
Still the same old Mandy it seems. |
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Post by Amanda Wallace on Feb 9, 2009 23:45:20 GMT -5
"Whatever that's supposed to mean... Have a seat, Miss Mariano... or Genovese? I haven't been able to keep up..." She motioned with her can clutched firmly in her hand.
"I've been a little preoccupied." |
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Feb 9, 2009 23:55:49 GMT -5
You and me both Ms. Wallace, you and me both. We'll settle with Mariano for now. Until I ever see my estranged husband again we'll keep it that way.
She took a seat gracefully and crossed her legs.
Obviously you know why i am here, I'm looking to sign back up. If you'll have me that is. |
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Post by Amanda Wallace on Feb 10, 2009 0:00:20 GMT -5
"Well, I was under the impression that you were truly never in, to tell you the truth," she said, sighing a bit as she eased herself into her chair. She winced at the quick pain in her knee, before setting her cane aside and folding her hands.
"I mean... I let you in, and it'd technically be your GCW debut match should you go and get one, correct?" She inquired. She wasn't sure if Dayna had actually participated in the ring... only participated in holding a suite in the Tower. "Unless something happened after my accident. A lot seems to be a blur from the middle of last year." |
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