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Post by princessofpunx on Dec 11, 2011 23:45:11 GMT -5
Trixie's Outfit LeopardAnxious. Very Anxious. She was filled with nervous energy. It'd been a good long while since she'd been in a company she'd felt comfortable with. Her foot bounced with an unnatural rhythm and her hands fidgeted in her lap as the clash blasted an unbelievable decibel emanating from her ipod ear-buds. She'd found her "home-space" at the arena, a crate far enough buried backstage in the maze of halls no mere wandering fan would "accidentally" bump into her.
She shook her head.
That wasn't the point, no, not at all. She needed a superstar to manage, a good one. She needed something to bore herself into. She was ready to give her whole being over to the wrestling gods once again and give a good fight.
Of course she'd never use these words out loud to anyone, nope, she'd seemingly blow off each feud with her devil-may-give a F***K attitude, but she was dedicated; and she definitely needed something to give her career a little jolt. She rolled her neck from shoulder to shoulder and sighed with a smile. She leaned her head back and her foot continued to bounce as she slowly closed her eye TBCB: Anyone
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Post by ericjames on Dec 12, 2011 0:05:46 GMT -5
Eric James, the man of the hour, was walking through EHWF arena. The halls that he had once graced many moons ago. He knew that he was one of, if not THE greatest superstars to walk through this arena. He had many of battles backstage, in the ring, in the locker rooms, and hell, even in the darkest spaces of the arena. The question on everyone's mind right now, however, was if Eric James was going to sign his contract. The answer, of course, was yes he would be. However, he didn't want the tabloids, and the dirt sheets to know it. However, he had almost blown his cover, as he saw one of the douchebags snooping around. Swiftly, and silently, he made his way to a far corner of the arena and hid. He wasn't ready to be thrust into the limelight yet. He ducked behind the nearest crate he could find. He pulled out his iPhone and dialed his agent's number. "Jake? Yeah....Yeah, I saw the douche. Mhm....Yeah, call me when he leaves please? No.. No.. I'm not ready to let people know I'm back...No. Jake.. NO. NO. If you tell him, I swear to God you will be fired. Alright. Call me."He ended the call and shook his head. He hated Jake, but he had yet to find someone that could manage his needs like Jake. A sigh escaped his throat as he sat down and began waiting for the call. (Hope this is okay ![:))](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cheesy.png)
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Post by princessofpunx on Dec 12, 2011 0:21:12 GMT -5
A few noised that had made it's way to her ears through her head phones cause her to open her eyes cautiously. Her brow rose, a man she'd never seen before sat upon a crate down the hall from her. Hmm, alright that's interesting. He looked down trodden, She shrugged, it wasn't her problem, right? She closed her eyes for a moment before stopping and looking over at the man once more
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Post by ericjames on Dec 12, 2011 0:25:20 GMT -5
Eric James let a sigh out once again as he checked his phone a few minutes later. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Jake had probably forgotten about him. Eric stood, and let his limbs stretch. His eyes glanced over the crates, and saw a figure sitting on top of one. He almost missed them, but quickly came back and raised an eyebrow. He squinted, trying to make the person out. It was a woman, he could see that. However, he had no idea who this woman was. No time but the present to figure it out, right? He slowly made his way over to the woman and looked at her.
"Uh, this is quite an awkward hangout spot. In all my years in this company, I've never seen anyone back here."
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Post by princessofpunx on Dec 12, 2011 0:31:33 GMT -5
Trixie looked up at him doe-eyed as she attempted to read his lips as The Clash continued to play in her ears, hmmm okay he had gestured at the crate she was sitting on let's see how well she could pull this off. She pulled out an ear bud and set it across her crossed legs
"Yup....sittin on a crate.."
She nodded slowly, then gauged his expression. Upon seeing it she realized that probably had no relevance what-so ever. She let out a small laugh
"Sorry, didn't hear a thing you said"
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Post by ericjames on Dec 12, 2011 0:41:09 GMT -5
He heard her say she was sitting on a crate. He couldn't help but begin laughing. He shook his head as he leaned against one of the crates that was behind him and quit laughing.
"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, it's just the fact that you tried your damnedest to make out what I was saying, and your response was hilarious. I said through all my years in this company, I've never seen anyone back here."
He smiled at the black haired woman, to let her know he was just joking around with her. He extended his hand towards her.
"Hey, I'm Eric James. I'm a veteran of this place, and if you can keep a secret, I'm coming back to regain my EHWF World Championship."
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