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Post by twistedthor on Sept 18, 2011 23:27:06 GMT -5
He sat on the steps of the Phoenix Nest looking out over the barely filled parking lot thinking back to the days when the place was a booming hub of activity. You could hear the airport in the distance. He was waiting for the people he had wanted to talk to to arrive. He hoped that even half of them would arrive as each had been offered full expenses paid trip to Vegas and a ride on a private jet to get here. The was a recruitment drive and he would play it right.
<Tag Jaci, Scrambles, Scott Paine, Remi, Serph, Scorp, Rocky J, and Dread>
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Post by remington on Sept 18, 2011 23:43:56 GMT -5
Suddenly though, another private jet flew in before anyone else, one that was unfamiliar to Thor. As it stopped, the staircase lowered, and out from the plane walked Alexander Remington in his usual slick business apparel. He had a briefcase in his hand, sunglasses covering his eyes as he readied himself to do some business.
"You must be Thor...sorry, but riding in other people's jets is a bit beneath me at this point. So you had some business you called me about; a deal you said would be impossible for me to refuse. Have at it...what do you have in mind?"
He stood there with a blank expression on his face, waiting for an answer.
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Post by twistedthor on Sept 18, 2011 23:49:48 GMT -5
"Well I am sure you can see the wisdom of waiting until the other arrive until I voice my offer. But let me wet you interest by saying that if this works out the way I want it to it will be well worth your time. And I agree about the other people's jet think. So now that you are here how about we head on to get a drink."
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Post by remington on Sept 18, 2011 23:52:43 GMT -5
Alex cracked a smile, thinking for a bit before he followed Thor.
"I certainly don't mind a drink now and then. Though I'm intrigued now by who exactly might be visiting us this afternoon. After all, as I'm sure you're aware, I'm not exactly on cordial terms with some certain individuals."
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Post by rockyj on Sept 18, 2011 23:55:14 GMT -5
I was inside the building once known as the Phoenix Nest. I've been looking out the windows at Thor for a little while now, thinking about whether I should respond to him or just leave. I had gotten the message, but was already here in Vegas for a few gigs I was scheduled to do with my band.
I started to head for the back door or a window or something to leave, but then I heard a private jet land. I came back, checking out the scene and saw Alexander Remington. Strange, I didn't know he got the same call. They'd been talking for a few minutes while I waited to make an entrance - oh yeah, I decided to respond now. Whether to say yes or no to whatever he was asking for, I'm not sure. We'll wait and find out.
I opened the front door, right behind Thor. It scared the shit out of him, to which I laughed almost uncontrollably. I had a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label - my favorite - in my hands and I reeked of alcohol but I was still sober enough to be alert. Somewhat. I closed the door and stood there right above Sah'ta.
"Man, the look on your face..."
I chuckled a little more.
"Now, whats up?"
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Post by twistedthor on Sept 19, 2011 0:01:50 GMT -5
"A couple of new guys, a couple of guys who had impressive showings last we and a couple of surprises. But I can assure you that any problems that arise won't be of your making."
Thor leads the way through the halls and they enter a well stocked conference room that has a catered lunch and a full bar along one wall. on the table was a briefing packet on what the meeting was all about.
"Help yourself and feel free to ask any questions you want."
Thor turns to look at Rocky as he walks into the room with the booze in hand.
"Well I would think that it was some what obviouse that it has to do with the EHWF. Have you met MR. Remington?"
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Post by scottypaine on Sept 19, 2011 0:06:50 GMT -5
*Out of nowhere, a scruffy man walks up. He could almost pass as a homeless man, torn jean cutoffs, a tattered t-shirt, and his famous flannel shirt wrapped around his waist. He looks up from his dreads, and cracks a wicked smile as he begins to speak*
~Scotty~ This better be important, I'm missing one of my therapy sessions ...court ordered of course.
*He looks to all the other that are gathered, and wondered why he was here. He didn't know anyone here, nor did he care to*
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Post by scrambles on Sept 19, 2011 0:09:30 GMT -5
Private jets? All expense paid trips? No, that wasn't him. Someone just randomly offering to fly him out to Vegas just to talk to him carries the heavy stink of something sinister. The same time, he'll be the last person to turn down a job... He just decided to find his own ways to get there. His steps we're brisk as he moved through the Phoenix Nest, his lowered head darting back and forth as he passed various doors, his gaze periodically switching between his surroundings and the crumpled piece of paper he scribbled the address on.
Suddenly, he stopped on a dime, looking down to check his instructions once again as he matched the door number with the one he was given. Always cautious, his head darted to look down both directions of the hallway. He could hear muffled chatter coming from the other side of the door as well. Had to be the place. He eye'd the door for a moment more before making his entrance the only way he knew how: suddenly slamming his boot into the already unlocked door, causing it to fly open and smack into the wall. Stepping inside, he was met with a few pairs of gawking eyes, whether at his "grand entrance" or just his apparel, he could never tell.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: Door knobs are for losers.... I smell alcohol.
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Post by rockyj on Sept 19, 2011 0:13:40 GMT -5
"Scrambles!"
I knew the man - or maybe I didn't. I was half drunk and had like 5 bottles of Johnnie Walker hidden in the building. I went over to Scrambles, and put my arm around him.
"Hey buddy, long time no see man! You want some Johnnie?"
My eyes were glistening as I offered him the half empty bottle of hard alcohol.
In terms of anyone else in the room, I knew no one else. I didn't care though, I was half drunk. I said I was sober enough to be alert... I lied.
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Post by remington on Sept 19, 2011 0:18:07 GMT -5
Remington cracked a smile as he ran his fingertips against the packets, choosing to ignore them as he'd rather do business in person than read some literature someone else probably created. Soon, he noticed Scrambles walk in, a man that he met just a few days prior.
"Interesting..."
Alex noticed the amount of people walking into the room, rolling his eyes as he knew a lot of them probably whored out to the idea of an expense paid trip to Vegas. Walking over to Thor, he began to speak.
"You know Thor, we're both businessmen, but I'm a bit dumbfounded here. If I were to, say, try to bring in someone to help me with my cause, I would treat them like they were of the utmost importance; not just point and ask anyone to fly out to Vegas, and make some bland business presentation to woo possible clients."
He was indeed irritable, rolling his eyes a bit.
"I came here because I wanted to know what's in it for me. Let's be honest, I don't give a shit about you. I never will give a shit about you. Quite frankly, I find the timing of this to be a bit peculiar considering we have a match on Sunday night. But perhaps my arrival has come with my own...business proposals...for you as well."
Clearly he had his own ideas in mind, staring at Thor directly now as he disregarded everyone else. As far as he cared, there were only two people in the room - he and Thor.
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Post by twistedthor on Sept 19, 2011 0:27:05 GMT -5
"Yes there is a fully stocked bar in the over there. Food is there and an information packet is on the table. Take a seat and help yourself while we waiting to see who else through the door as I am expecting a few more to show up. Now I will how ever tell you that this has something to do with the EHWF."
Thor looks at Scott and chuckles under his mask.
"I am sure you will find this meeting more interesting that a therapy session."
Thor turns to Remington and looks at him for a moment before he slowly takes a breath.
"Well I am not in charge of booking in the company but think what you will. I am sure the timing is off but you aren't the only one I want to share this offer to. I am sure you and I can help each other out but I would think you would like to wait to see who else shows up for the sake at least an idea of what I would like to accomplish."
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Post by scottypaine on Sept 19, 2011 0:32:45 GMT -5
*He nods as he sits there, trying to remember if he took his medication or not. He grabs one of the packets, and slaps at the side of his head as if to restart his brain*
~Scotty~ Ok, ok ...lets see here.
*He pulls out his glasses, and acts as if he's reading. But truth be told, Scotty had to many inner demons to care what it said. He grumbles under his breath at the voices, and then closed the booklet*
~Scotty~ Interesting stuff ...No, he doesn't want your opinion.
*Scotty smiled at the group, and tried to ignore the voice in his head*
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Post by scrambles on Sept 19, 2011 0:43:26 GMT -5
The masked man slowly turned his head as his eyes scanned the scene before him. Scotty reading over these "information packets," his acquaintance Remington whispering back and forth to another masked individual, the one who organized this entire get together. Finally he brought his attention to the intoxicated Rocky J. They had a conversation once or twice back in EHWF's original incarnation...nothing more. Something about all this just didn't sit well with him. Most like because there was to many question and he was just to cautious about everything. Regardless, he wasn't in any position to simply relax.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: No... Not now, no...
He more muttered to himself than actually answering Rocky, now turning his attention else where as he removed the man's arm from around him, moving away from him as he eye'd Remington as he chattered with Thor, making his own way to the row of seats, taking one as far as he could away from Scotty, eyeing him as well from under the mesh of his mask as he climbed into the chair, planting his feet in the seat as he lowered into that squatting position he fancied so much, waiting patiently for things to further unfold.
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Post by rockyj on Sept 19, 2011 0:53:17 GMT -5
Scrambles had moved away without me noticing, that quick fuck. Being intoxicated at a meeting full of stone cold sober guys was boring as fuck. You got those two creeps over there whispering back and forth like government agents; you got fuckin' Scrambles crouching on a damn chair like he's plotting like a government agent; Scotty sitting here doing... well, I'm not sure what he's doing - just like I don't know what government agents were doing. God, these people were creeping me out, like the damn government. Where was my Johnnie? Oh, my hand. Good call, Righty, you hang on tight! As things were starting to settle down, I thought I might as well take a seat like the rest of them. I went over and picked the seat on the far end, looking straight to the door rather than the walls like most of the others. Now, it's been a few minutes. I'd finished off the bottle of Johnnie Walker. It was pretty quiet... so I threw the bottle at the wall and it smashed into a thousand tiny peices with one of the loudest noises I've ever heard - loud enough to cause post-traumatic stress. "FUCK, that was loud..." Everyone is now staring at me. I hated that, so I put my head down on the table on top of my folded arms. Eventually, I dozed off.
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Post by scottypaine on Sept 19, 2011 1:08:11 GMT -5
*Scotty just sits there watching the others. As the bottle hits, Scotty seems to be arguing with himself. Back and forth he goes, until the others look at him*
~Scotty~ Sorry, where were we ...I wasn't paying attention.
-:-Male Voice-:- That masked guy keeps looking at us.
*Scotty grumbles under his breath*
~Scotty~ Which one, there's two of them.
*Scotty looks around the room with his deranged eyes*
</>Female Voice<\> The cute one, right?
~Scotty~ Shut up!
*Scotty looks back at the group*
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Post by seraphiel on Sept 19, 2011 1:41:35 GMT -5
From within the shadows, a figure could be seen standing, standing alone smoking a cigarette, the smoke from the cigarette swirld from his mouth like that of a military jet caught on fire.
"Well I believe we all are here now Thor so what is it?"
de Valentine say's as he takes another drag off his cigarette as he walks out from where he's standing and joins the others.
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Post by twistedthor on Sept 19, 2011 2:00:35 GMT -5
"We all are almost all hear but I am hoping to see the last three invitees show up. Let's give in another ten minutes or so before I get this show on the road. Until then enjoy the booze and the food."
Thor looks back at Remington while waiting for his reply.
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Post by La Familia Gómez on Sept 19, 2011 14:46:17 GMT -5
I quickly shift my gaze to Thor.
"THE BOOZE IS MINE, FUCKER! I AIN'T SHARIN' NONE OF THAT SHIT!"
I yelled that as I was still sitting down. Then I suddenly got up and left the room. A few minutes I came back with another bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label and sat in my previous seat downing the whiskey.
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Post by gravediggermd on Sept 19, 2011 14:56:40 GMT -5
*The door opens and Mark Dread enters the room filled with other..wrestlers if you will. Mark had rejected the jet offer, but he wasn't one to turn down offers on a dime. Though Mark wasn't one who enjoyed parties, nor alcohol. Mark walks up and his eyes go from Remington, to Scotty, and lastly to Scrambles. He stands there silently as he continues to examine the three then after a few seconds looks at the man named Thor. Mark looked at him intently before crossing his arms and standing patiently. Waiting on the purposes of this little "meeting" this man had set up.*"I suppose I should say it's nice to meet you all. Unfortunately, I'm not that kind of guy."*Mark's eyes change from person to person as he waits patiently. This time he examines the others in Rocky, aswell as Seraphiel*
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Post by remington on Sept 19, 2011 15:04:59 GMT -5
Remington didn't pay attention to any of the others who had entered the room. Quite frankly, he didn't consider any of them worthy of his attention. But though on first impressions Remington wasn't really impressed by Thor, Alex was a businessman first - a shrewd calculating one at that - and so he knew how to separate business from personal feelings.
This was all this trip was - business.
"Alright, I'll listen to your little presentation Thor, though before you get started, I'd like to get one thing straight between you and me first. I'm not like all these other guys here," he said quietly to where the rest of the room couldn't hear him. "As you may have figured out by now. If you're looking for people to fight for you, to follow your lead, you might as well let me walk out the door right now. Because Alexander Remington follows the lead of no man."
He cracked a smile, looking around, assuming there would be some cheesy Powerpoint presentation with bells and whistles. "This is your life" without Thor; "This is your life" with Thor, etc.
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