DIVINE Intervention at its FINEST {Signing}

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...enters the tunnel leading into the Tower's underground parking area. The engine revs into second gear as the driver of this sportscar takes his first right, into the reserved executive section of the lot. The car comes to a screeching halt when the driver realizes that there's a guard impeding him from going any further.

Walking up to the driver's window, the guard asks the driver to lower the window. Little did he know that the occupant inside had the car's stereo system on blast, that only the truly deaf could stand to bear. The guard winces, showing how uncomfortable it was to try to speak someone who couldn't possibly hear what he had to say. He motions the man inside to lower it. The driver does so, just as he removes his sunglasses and shows off those light green eyes of his.

Miles Divine, how may I help you? Autograph? photo op? You name it...

He's playing the coy one, but he's in too good of a mood not to be.

Umm, I'm sorry sir but this section is reserved for Executive personnel. I'd suggest taking your second right, for visits.

Miles cocks an eyebrow, wondering what this fool was blabbing about. He always had the ability to instantly stupify fans when in their presence.

Executive personnel? I'm assuming that you have no earthly idea who I am? The Execs sent me a personal invitation, just to see them, so I'd suggest that YOU...

Miles turns off the ignition and gets out of his car, with bags in tow. Slipping his shades back on, he continues in schooling this incompetent twit.

...do your job and valet my parking before I report you for negligence!

Tossing the keys into the guards hands, Miles wouldn't let the astounded man get a word in edge-wise.

Do a decent parking job on my baby right here and I'll put in a good word for you. Hell, the autograph will be in your mailbox by the end of your shift. Now, be a good employee and be on your way. I can't keep the Execs waiting now can I? Oh, and have a fine day... I know GCW's about to.

He waves him off and proceeds toward one of the exits. Time to be moving on up...

Several minutes later, a ding sounds within the main lobby of the GCW Tower. The doors slide open and out steps Mr. F.I.N.E. himself. There was quite the commotion within the main lobby, with people rushing back and forth like crazed fans. He always had that affect on people, well in his own mind. ;D

Anyways, he strides over to the information desk, where this blonde little number with her hair up in a bun welcomes him to the Tower. He says nothing to her, just analyzes her from head to toe, which causes the front desk operator to do the same to him. A pair of bright purplish pink sunglasses that hid the man's mysterious eyes. Slim and chiseled facial features, with a pair of lips that were just oozing to crack an interested smirk. A skin-tight designer purple T with a sleeveless denim jacket just over it. And a pair of matching denim jeans that fit nicely. She'd look further down if she wasn't trying to be as professional as possible. After their staredown, Miles is the first to place his elbows on the counter just before he places the flyer that basically became his CALLING.

Be a sweetheart and show Miles Divine where he can inquire about that?

Umm... The top floor of the tower, Mister... err... Divine?

He lowers his sunglasses just enough for her to see his appreciation of the information provided, a wink. Repocketing the flyer he brought all the way from the Sunny Florida, he begins to back away from the counter, grinning ear to ear, and makes his way back to the elevator he came from. The doors close with a simple press of a button. A second for its ascent. Meanwhile...

[Candice Angel]

$-...Candice's eyes were intently fixated on the plasma screen now only a few feet away from her. Standing in the center of her office, she had swiftly left the comfort of her office chair once her eyes caught sight of the most fabulous pair of Gianni Bini boots set to hit shelves this coming spring. They were simply to DIE FOR! The smile on her face was enormous, not wavering the entire time she listened intently to every word spoken, while her vision remained on each passing image of the passing showcase of footwear. Her mouth was almost watering at this point. Candice was a shop-a-holic. Always was and always would be. She'd readily admit it. Some women watch soaps, some whore themselves out to anybody who'd lay down in the bed with a dog and some were even athletes.-$

$-Candice Angel?...SHOPPED! UNTIL she literally dropped...Or until her sister's credit line ran out. Whichever came first.-$

$-Having seen all she required to know she simply had to find a way to secure a pair of the enticing footwear ensemble, she readily made her way back towards her desk at a swift pace, finding herself seated in her office chair once more, already dialing up Miss Banks, whom she was sure would be instrumental in pulling off such a feat...At least she better had be. No wasn't something Candice wanted to hear concerning those boots, and if anyone could make it happen it'd be Silvia. She leans back into the chair, allowing for it to fully support her weight as she awaits the call on the other end to be answered.-$

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Up and about, literally making her rounds as a general manager for GCW... for the MayheM show to be exact, Silvia is having word with the production team concerning the ideas she wishes to be brought to life in time for the world premiere next month. She's suddenly interrupted by something, her catchy ringtone actually, to which she answers immediately.

Silvia Banks... GCW MayheM GM and fierceness personified. You have my undivided attention...

She waves off the head of the set design department, showing her a fabulous red tint with a silvery undertone surrounding it. She nods a yes...

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The elevator music is by no means stellar, kinda boring if you ask him but meh, he'll live. Miles then comes to the realization that he's surrounded by his reflection from all sides. Could it get any better than this? To pass the time, he makes sure his hair, slick and shiny just sos you know, is just perfect for whoever it may be that runs this joint. First impressions are everything, and if all goes according to plan, he'll make a damn fine good one. Hopefully, it's a chick running this joint. Women in power are always hawt, he thought.

Dropping his bag to the ground, he gives a little flex for the mirror to enjoy, gave it a couple of side profiles of his face, and finally gave a couple of modelesque poses. It should really be a crime to be this fine...

The elevator still continues its ascent. A glance at the panel shows him that there's still alot til he gets to the top... well of this building, not the other aspect of it.

[Candice Angel]

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Up and about, literally making her rounds as a general manager for GCW... for the MayheM show to be exact, Silvia is having word with the production team concerning the ideas she wishes to be brought to life in time for the world premiere next month. She's suddenly interrupted by something, her catchy ringtone actually, to which she answers immediately.

Silvia Banks... GCW MayheM GM and fierceness personified. You have my undivided attention...

She waves off the head of the set design department, showing her a fabulous red tint with a silvery undertone surrounding it. She nods a yes...

"Sil? Please tell me you're near a television right now. Dillard's is showing the most fabulous pieces of footwear...You've ever...Seen. You simply have to see this. Where are you anyway? What are you doing? Nevermind, look I know this is going to sound strange but umm...I simply HAVE to acquire these boots but the only problem is...

They won't be hitting shelves "officially" until Spring and...Well...I was wondering..."

$-Before she could even finish her sentence Silvia's voice clearly chimed in with...$

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The Gianni Bini boots?!

She's being overwhelmed by all these workers that were seriously invading her own personal space. She shoots an eye toward Radimir, who instinctively rushes over and imposes his size on them all. He adds a low growl for an added measure...

I'm telling you, Candi... those boots are as good as ours. I might have to pull a couple of strings to get those in our possession but... well there's really no "buts" about it, Can-Can... YOU! I hate that font! Try AGAIN!

Silvia places a hand near her right temple, some people never learn...

I'm sorry, Candi. Some of these workers that were hired are extremely incompetent when it comes to attracting wrestling fans. Someone just showed me the MayheM font in some flowery font that just screams eww... I swear some of these people have no idea we are trying to appeal to men and not women... well for the most part... Anyhow, the boots, I have to speak with that friend of mine that's "in" with the supplier.

[Candice Angel]

"Yes!!!"

$-The word barely escaped her lips smiling at the plasma screen as she had almost began daydreaming about strolling the corridors of the GCW Tower, "working up a storm" as Silvia would say, all eyes on Candi Cane...-$

$-As always... -$


"Sil?I owe you...BIG TIME for this one. Oh, god I can't wait. Oh!!! I'm sure you remember my size sweetie? We wouldn't want...Wait...Did you just say flower patterns? For a show titled...MayheM? Should re-evaulate some of the person's we're selecting for assistance getting things in order dear? We have a certain demographic we have to cater to and...I DOUBT flowers are even remotely appealing to any of th...Well maybe a few... "

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Just a few floors away, Miles keeps his eyes set on that light reaching the number he desires. He tries his best to envision what this wrestling tycoon might be like, even what he or she looks like. God help him if this person has some sort of mole or imperfection on their face. He doesn't think he'd be able to keep his composure.

DING! He's startled by the sliding doors. Time to stop imagining and start seeing for himself. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he steps right out and struts his way down the hallway.

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Leave Federico out of this? I'm sure I'll be able to handle this, more than I can say about that other GM of yours...

[Candice Angel]

"Ouch!!! Nice shot Sil! And you know I pray you're correct by saying that as well. Miss Masters is the most hor..."

$- A knock was heard, her eyes diverting towards the door in a split second. Any other time she may have been furious that an interruption was coming at such a time. But hearing the good "news" on Silvia's end concerning the coming purchase, Candi Cane simply couldn't have been happier. Speaking into the receiver once again...-$

"Christ, duty calls once again sweetie. I gotta run, so I'll let you go. Oh and I don't have to express how much of a bad idea it is to have fonts representing your show that put you in the mind of baby showers and such hm? But I know you'll handle your end of things and give Frederico smooches for me honey, Ciao."

$-The call now ended, she swiftly stood from her sitting position, smoothing the few wrinkles from her skirt before calling out to the other side of the office door...-$

"*Ahem*, Yes, please come in."

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His prayers had been answered, for it was a woman that asked him in, to which he could only slightly jump for joy. But hey, gotta get back to the cool, so he gets himself collected and opens the door further. His pearly whites are the first thing she would see, among other FINE-r things.

Miles Lebowski, MISTER F.I.N.E, The Finest there ever was, is, and ever will be, and "Too FINE" Miles Divine at your service!

He strolls in, while placing his bag on a nearby couch, on his way toward the lovely and surprisingly young lady. Could this be the owner? Doh, he knew he should have read the sign on the door before knocking. Maybe she's the sexay secretary?

...

Throwing that idea outta the window, before he says something he'll regret, he simply takes out that which would explain the exact reason why he's here. He places it squarely in front of her, hand extended, sunglasses raised, revealing inviting green eyes.

[Candice Angel]

$-Well at least this was a pleasant surprise. Someone who was at least not on the verge of mental insanity like Mr. Calloway, and seemed to be very vocal about...Well, just how much he was in love...With himself...-$

$-Yet at least he had a trace of good manners, which was always refreshing to Miss Angel. Slowly pushing a strand of blond hair from her line of vision, she extends her arm, offering her hand in greeting as she speaks...-$

"Nice to meet you Mr...Lebowski? I'm Candice Angel, Co-CEO of Global Championship Wrestling..."

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$-A quick glance towards her desk, she noticed the flyer that she had seen so much of over the course of the past week or so. Talent seemed to be coming out of the wood works as of late. Her eyes slowly rise back to meet his once again as the brief handshake comes to it's conclusion...-$

"Ah, Just as I thought. Well why waste time Mr. Lebowski, please make yourself comfortable..."[/center]

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Candice Angel, huh? And Co-? Someone else must be running this shindig alongside this fine looking angel, pun intended. He could only imagine that she's sweet as candy too, pun intended once more.

It doesn't take him long to have a seat, accepting her kind gesture with a smile on his face.

I'll give credit where it's due. For someone such as yourself, such a beauty to actually be running this joint, you HAVE to have a great head on those slender shoulders, Miss Angel. Or may I call you Candice?

Was he expecting some hotshot guy in a business suit at the helm? Maybe, just a smidge of sexism there. But if he had a choice? This fine ass little number would take priority, first on his list.

[Candice Angel]

"*Giggles* Oh, thank you I ahh...Umm...Well, Candice should be fine Mr. Lebowski umm..."

$-Candice's facial expression shown that of surprise once again hearing the young man's words. He was polite for the most part. A welcome change from the usual over confident bravado she was used to hearing when concerning talent of the male persuasion. Slowly seating herself back into her office chair her voice chimes in once again as the smile remained on her face.-$

"And um, I'd like to think I shatter the myth that all blonds are less intelligent than others. One can only try, nothing more. But, I'm sure you're ready to..."

$-A brief and strange pause in her words. Was she checking him out?!!?.. .Focus Candi Cane. Work, work, work...-$

"Oh!...Yes, um...Mr. Lebowski, I'm sure you've had some experience in the business if you've come to seek employment with GCW? I ahh...Um, I'd be ecstatic to hear of any that you have. It's always nice to know just where our talent comes from and what they've done beforehand.

$-Clearing her throat a bit, she leans forward, her chin resting inside of her palm as she listens intently, hoping, praying he missed that small slip up of hers.-$

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He's a guy, of course he wouldn't. But he could feel some sort of tension, possibly more on his side than hers... or was it?

More indy work than anything remotely like this I can tell you that...

He gives the office a wide-range view. The tastes were self-evident.

This would be Miles Divine's first full-fledge worldwide rollercoaster ride. Not that I'm ungrateful about the work I put in elsewhere, especially in my home state of Florida, but this is a step up in the RIGHT direction if you ask me. I've been working in a gym in Tallahassee for a few months, a small federation by the name of PWC. Alot of characters there, but nothing like yours truly right here. *Wink* Actually had my last match for a defaulted cruiser championship belt, which I ended up winning against PWC's best in that division. When I saw that flyer there, I gave myself the pink slip and cashed it in for a flight slip right to this very city. And here I am. To show whoever you have signed at the moment, those to come, and the ENTIRE world that Miles Divine is THE marketable commodity in looks, talent, and personality. And since I'm partial to gold around my waist, I'm sure this company is as well rounded as to have a cruiser division? First goal, Candice, YOUR first champion.

His eyes slightly stray from her eyes to mostly everything visible underneath them. The lips, the swan-like graceful neck, her shoulders, her...

Ahem! Come on, Miles. Focus. You're cool, you know you know. THINK FINE, BE FINE, even though she's fine...