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Nicholai held up a hand, not wanting a cigarette as he heard the man speak of his life story in a small summary. "Danke schoen... not many people admire my curiosity... but I do agree... alot of people ask so many unfortunate questions." He listened to the man more as he spoke about what happened to him and how bad things would get. "I can promise ya this... now that I'm here, there's going to be some true changes going on here... what you can't control now, are the things I'll be controlling if I can play my cards right... when I'm done, everyone will appreciate the things you do around here... even as an old man. I'd never be an AJ warner... I'll be a Nicholai Elizaldi." He told the man as he yawned a bit. "Though I do have some time before my match... got any pointers against two female competitors?"

Nicholai merely chuckled as he soon leaned back in the chair, still chuckling. "That's an old one, but I proved that the only ones to get 'stiff' are the ladies." He told Aj before yawning once more. "Looks like my match is up, I'll see ya another time Mr. Warner."

Seated on a chair in a private section of the backstage area sat a man who had an infamy in the independent circuit. Most recently, this man had a run in with another man who's infamy in wrestling promotions told enough. The man he had confronted, was none other than AJ Warner himself. Why did this man have a run in with AJ Warner? It was simple. AJ Warner, in his prime, was undoubtedly a sight to see both on the mic and in the ring. AJ Warner, was a name that this man had seen across his television screen and went to live shows to see. AJ Warner, was a man who had a rough past and a ton of unhealthy downfalls in his life. This man in question, was a complete opposite. Leave it to this man who lived his life as a proud member of the straight edge lifestyle and kept his body at the peak condition it needed to be. Leave it to this man to be the complete opposite of AJ Warner on so many levels and to have the guts to take Warner on over a battle of mic skills. Leave it to this man, to end up being AJ Warner's protege.

Whether it be Warner having seen this man before or Warner seeing that this man held promise, Warner took the guy under his wing. That was weeks ago. Now? The man who's name lives and breaths innovation in the independent circuit found himself signing a contract with Bad Blood Wrestling. The same promotion that AJ Warner signed a week before him and a promotion that a former independent circuit rival of this man, Damon Pierce, had also signed a months ago. The man, was non other than the high flying, 'Impossibility' known as Aiden Covell. A man who took to the skies and was as high flying as they come. A man who's innovation with weapons and the world around him earned him creativity points. A man who held no caution or concern over his own health when it came to jumping off of ladders or diving through flames. A man, who intended to take to the high scale lifestyle of BBW's intense match types and truly infuse his own aerial arts to the mix. Aiden prided himself on his work, and his work spoke for itself.

On Aiden's face was a mask which each eye hole was covered by a liquid white thick fabric that covered his own eyes underneath. You couldn't see through the fabric from the outside, but Aiden could see just fine from the inside. On his body was his typical black logo shirt under his black hoodie. His hands covered by black gloves with white outlines and designs. His legs were covered by his black and white wrestling tights tucked into his wrestling boots. The end of his tights having a cut rectangle of fabric which was for his feet to slip through that kept his tights pulled down underneath his boots. Kickpads were strapped and put into place over his white boots as they served to accent his colorization overall of black and white throughout. His own natural hair color being a raven black tone and his five o'clock shadow having a dark haze to it. This wasn't a gimmick and this wasn't a temporary look. No. This was Aiden in his natural comfortability with a mask over his face to hide his identity until his debut match tonight.

Aiden's current location was just down the hall and around the corner from where Warner had decided to seat himself. Aiden not knowing that he was already being talked to by other people at this time. Aiden simply remembered that Warner wanted to speak to him half an hour before his match that way they could discuss tactics, strategy and Warner could instill words of wisdom. That, or something completely creative that Aiden most likely wouldn't see coming or expect overall. Standing up from the black steel chair underneath him, Aiden brushed his hands over his torso and tights to even out his appearance. Walking a few steps away from the chair and rounding the corner to the main hallway, Aiden started to hear voices. The sound of conversation going on at the end of the hall where it most likely would render where AJ Warner was, based upon the strong cigarette smell. It was one thing to smell it from a distance. It was another to be next to Warner and breathe the cigarette smoke in. Aiden often kept his distance.

The closer he go to the sound of verbalization and chatter, the more that Aiden could pick up on the conversation going on. Walking until there was the edge of the wall that rounded to the next hallway where Warner sounded like he would be, Aiden paused. Resting his back against the wall a foot away from the edge, Aiden crossed his arms and listened in. Don't get stiff out there; you'll be the new laughing stock around here. Clearly Warner's voice. Aiden could tell from the tone and the pitch. That's an old one, but I proved that the only ones to get 'stiff' are the ladies. Looks like my match is up, I'll see ya another time Mr. Warner. Not a voice that Aiden recognized, Aiden simply stood there with his head up and gaze facing forward while his arms maintained their cross over his chest. The sound of footsteps wouldn't bother to make Aiden care to move, since he was out of sight from the general view of the turn of the corner. Unless the footsteps would come his way. Then, Aiden might be interested to see who it was. Most likely not.

Aiden waited a few seconds before determining his next choice of what he would do, but the sound of a new person entering the area took his interest. That...is almost the saddest thing I've ever heard...If you've been watching the news, you'd know why I'm here...but... A pause. Then the continuation of what the guy would have to say would soon follow. It looks like someone already broke you for me...You're not even worth it anymore. Now that, that caused Aiden to make the decision to get a move on. It only took mere seconds to round that corner and his head to search around where Warner was located. The scent if cigarette smoke alone was a clear sign, but Warner's voice was an additional key to solving the mystery. It didn't take long for Aiden to manage to find where the conversation was taking place. Approaching the scene and standing behind the loud mouthed kid that seemed to be trying to insult Warner, Aiden kept his body straight and still. Feet planted in a stationary stance and fists balled at his sides. He'd wait.



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Matthias A-L
Andrew James Warner

As the conversation turned, Dion entered into Shanahan's office. "I...hate to be a bother," he began, "But I'd like to make a point to Damon."

Dion looked over at the man he would face later this evening. "Damon, you proved you were more than just a man after destruction. I wanted to see if you had the ability, the capability, to match someone move-for-move in the ring, and you did," he continued. "But where does it take you? If you win, you beat me. I can live with that. If you lose, you lose. Can you live with that?"

He trailed off from the rhetorical question, looking over at Matt. "That man can make or break your career. Remember that. No one match decides whether you're going to the big time or not. Its how you compete, how you win those matches...THAT'S the important part." He turned fully to Damon. "You may have won last week, but know this; tonight will be a true test. You will compete with a man who has several accolades under his belt. Your goal isn't to knock me out to 10. Your goal is to survive. To compete. Winning becomes secondary. Prove to me that you're worth competing with, and you will be the winner."

Dion let those last words linger, then turned to Shanahan. "I would've knocked, but the kid needed the pep talk. So, The House problem seems to be fixing itself. All according to plan."

Dion crossed his arms, deep in thought. "See...that wasn't what I had intended," he said. "My goal for her was just to keep her out of the big finale with Serenno...I'm not sure what that was all about." He showed concern; it wasn't like him to know when a plan backfired. "Still, she seems to be okay, though her mental state is shaky."

Dion looked at his boss. "That just leaves Serenno. He'll be easy enough to deal with now that his siblings are out of the way."

"Yeah, but that's the thing. What the ******** would cause her to just... ah, nevermind. That's why I hired King..." He murmured while pushing off the side of his desk. He walked around it to return to his chair, silent the entire time. Sinking back into it, he put his arms on the desk and leaned forward, his eyes locking on to Dion once more. "In theory, yes. But he's a big guy, Dion. Don't count him out entirely... might wanna bring that shield of yours with you at the show."