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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:49 pm
Kelly King 2.0 had left the arena for a moment, having had to run down the road to handle an issue with catering, which would from henceforth be solved and handled exclusively by Subway Sandwiches (eat fresh, BBW.) King returned to the arena in a speedy manner, driving through the parking lot and into the staffing garage of the arena in his 2014 Dodge Charger, silver of course, and pulled up to a complete and safe stop in the garage, as was deserving of the BBW Head of Talent Relations.
King cracked his neck, a family trait, while exiting his vehicle with his laptop in a hand bag across his shoulder. Straightening his tie, and adjusting the cuffs on his expensive suit, King had to make up for the lost time on the show he'd missed out on. There was a lot of work, and he knew Matt Shanahan of all people couldn't be trusted to handle it all on his own. OR even if he could, that's not what the Board of Directors paid King to do. It was a big day for King, anyway, as even though he'd made signings of other stars in BBW before, he had a feeling that his newest signing was going to be something special. Only he'd not even seen the kid yet. He had to check in with the General Manager to see if perhaps Matt had already spoken with him about his contract.
2.0 made his way toward the entrance to the backstage area, making sure to hand his keys over to the Valet, as well as a smooth fifty dollar bill for his trouble with parking the care. King looked right dead in the Valet's eyes and reminded him. "Hey man, be careful with my car, if you would please."
((planned, no interruptions.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 6:36 pm
 The young males duffle bag had been set off to the side as he waited, he was assuming this was the right place after all, he had been waiting most of the night for the general manager. Most of the others that worked there spoke about the GM either having arrived already or was to be arriving late, so what better spot to wait for the new boss than the garage. Either way, late or already here he'd get a chance to catch the man himself. After all he had to drive home correct? Thought he and the manager had only been introduced to one another along the phone lines, the only pictures or visual shots seen by Mr. Shanahan was the tapes that Jason Cross had sent in. Luckily enough he'd gotten the signing papers. The man was dressed in a red suit blazer, underneath was a black tanktop. Though one could hardly see that due to two of the buttons on the blazer having been buttoned. Jason, or as he called himself Anarchy was ready to 'officially' meet the man, Shanahan. It wasn't long though before movement caught the man's attention. Looking at the sweet ride that drove right into the area his eyes rolled over the curve of the cars frame, the gleam of the garage lights curling against each bend and curve showing the sleek and fine paint job that had been applied to the vehicle.
A man stepping out of the car, adjusting his tie, and popping the bones in his neck started walking towards him, maybe it was his 'high-class' clothes but the man seemed to think him the valet fo the evening. This caused a brow to be raised along the man's slender facial structure. Half cracked smile appeared along his lips as well, arcing the slight facial hair resting at the bottom of his chin with the stretch and pull of muscles. Now in his hand a single car key held together with a small circular silver ring, as well as a 'signing bonus'. "Sure thing Sir..." He trailed off, his head nodding slightly as black locks of hair started to fall down between his eyes. It didn't take long as the man began to walk from him; now Jason just turned his body on it's heels. Eyes looking, no staring at the sweet silver ride. Bending down grabbing the duffle bag and throwing it over his shoulder he walked to the car door, grabbing the handle and pulling it opened tossing the bag into the car.
Slamming the door it echoed throughout the parking garage, his right hand held the key and just slid it into the keyhole slot. Looking at the interior his eyes gleamed with excitement before running his finger tips along the drive shaft and the smooth wheel. Adjusting the rear-view mirror his eyes stared back at him before nodding to himself. <******** yeah. Joy ride Baby." Turning forward the engine cranked and then roared as his foot pressed the gas pedal several times allowing the noise to echo. Pressing the side button the window rolled down for him to gaze out the other end, but now his hand began reaching down. Pulling back the shifting gear into reverse the tires soon spun and screeched. Rolling back in a quick and swift motion the car slide a couple of feet leaving black markings along the cement floor as the tires squealed once more. Shoving the gear shift forward into drive now. Leaving but a thin cloud of white and grey smoke behind him the car quickly shot forward rushing through the parking garage and out up the exit ramp onto the main road.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:07 pm
The door to the General Manager's office creaked open, and King found it empty except for the Manager himself. 2.0 gauged Matt with the steely expression he always wore when looking at his former WrestleMania opponent, although it swiftly transitioned into his famous s**t-eating grin. He shut the door behind him so that he could have the floor with the boss uninterrupted.
"Matt. Has our new hire come by at all tonight? I signed him to a contract based on some of the indy tapes that had been sent to us. Relative no-name, but he looked interesting enough so I went ahead and sent him a contract, didn't feel like I had to wait for your final approval."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:52 am
The General Manager sat behind his desk as per usual, always looking out of place in his office. Despite the fancy furniture they had moved over with each show, Matt never transitioned from his ripped sleeveless shirts and black jeans. Aviators were a constant appearance on his face, and that didn't change tonight. His hands were crossed over his chest, fingers laced together to keep them locked. A rare occurrence indeed, he actually looked content.
... Annnnnnnnnd it's gone. With King walking into the room, Matt's mood seemed to drop from content to mildly annoyed. He caught the stare, he always did; things had never been the same between him and his former best friend. They probably never would. Oh well, c'est la vie, as Mystique would say.
"... New hire?" Matt murmured back with a tone of confusion, clearly have no idea what King was talking about. He leaned forward in his chair and slipped his sunglasses off of his face, revealing those piercing black eyes. "The only people I've seen so far tonight are Damon and Dion, no one else has even bothered to knock. No one. At all." Shanahan was sure to put emphasis on his last words, glaring at the Head of Discount Slacks as he did. "... But no, no new hire. Why? Should he have stopped by?"
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:40 am
The Head of Owning Suits More Expensive Than Matt Shanahan's Net Worth looked confused for a moment. With a wrinkled brow, he moved across the room and put his hand back up on Matt's desk, taking up a lot of room and pushing a few of his valuables off of it in the process. King slinked his hands into the bag and pulled out his laptop, which should be noted was also more expensive than Matt Shanahan's net worth. With a few simply keystokes, King had up some of the footage that had been sent to them featuring Jason Cross o,r as he was often known on the independent scene, 'Anarchy.' King turned the laptop around for Matt to look at and pressed play, letting the video run.
"We got this footage a couple of weeks ago. You were going to think on it and I just decided to get the guy an offer on the table rather than sit on it. He looks like he will be pleasantly surprising and I figure I have a much better eye for reliable talent than you do." King said with a sickeningly sweet inflection. He eyed the General Manager in his perpetual game of Poke The Bear, "This would be the guy. You're sure you haven't seen him at all?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 11:06 am
Matt stared at The Head of Sass with cold eyes as the man knocked some of his personal items off the desk. Fine, he'll just pick them up later. It wasn't until the man insulted his eye for talent that the corner of Shanahan's face twitched. He had hired almost everyone on the roster, including this man's brats. He had signed some of the best talent. How dare King even try to insult him.
Despite the irritation, Matt kept his resolve clear. His eyes shifted to stare at the screen, watching the video he had already seen. His gaze popped wide in mock shock, his face growing serious as he shifted to stare back at King. "This guy?" Matt asked while smashing his finger against the screen at full force.
"This guy, right here?!" He asked against, doing it once again in an attempt to damage the screen.
"Are you sure?! THIS GUY!?" Matt finally shouted while bending his finger and punching his knuckle against the screen. Surely that did the job.
Regardless, Matt lounged back in his chair after his short outburst, glaring at his ex-best friend with a harsh stare. "... No, I haven't. Maybe you should hire some reliable talent, hm? Maybe then you wouldn't have to come to be with stupid questions. By the way, you're late. Welcome to the show, glad you could make it."
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 12:00 pm
"I see you're trying to damage my screen." King said while Matt rapped his knuckle against it furiously. King actually made a point to hold the computer while he did this, as if testing the might of the General Manager against the will of the Sony VAIO Flip 13. King yawned a little bit. "Unfortunately for you, this is a Sony screen. And say what you will about Sony and their pathetic excuse for a gaming console, but Sony knows how to make a screen. The odds of you breaking this screen are zero to none." 2.0 said confidently and then flipped the computer around to examine the perfect and gorgeous display.
Except it was cracked all the way up the middle.
"Oh. Okay well, BBW will just buy me a new one since it's a business laptop."
2.0 shut the broken laptop and put it back in his bag for later salvage and then tossing through one of Matt Shanahan's home windows. But that comes later. "And I am NOT late, I was here on time, but I had to go handle a catering crisis. By the way, all of our catering will now be exclusively done by Subwayeatfreshtrademarksubwayallrightsreserved." King said as though rehearsed and then shook his head. "I just got back and handed my key over to the valet and came right here to discuss talent. I've been busy all night."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 12:47 pm
Matt rolled his eyes in response; he didn't care if company money was paying to repair the laptop. Maybe next time he'll get a warranty. He didn't seem to care about anything else King spoke about, not even about the catering. It wasn't until the mention of a valet that his brow raised and he actually focused on King's features.
"... Since when did we get a valet?" He asked with a genuine tone, throwing aside the bitterness the two had for each other. He could've rambled on about the topic, but his face said it all. There was no hired valet.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:22 pm
Kelly King 2.0 sat there for a long moment, staring at Matt Shanahan, looking down at him at his desk. 2.0 opened his mouth to respond but the words did not come. No snarky comment about Matt not knowing who was employed, no gruff clever joke about shoddy management or somehow being superior to him in every way. Just an open mouth. And then a closed mouth and narrowed eyes. King was deep in thought for a moment, lifting up his hand and pointing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the garage.
King shifted his head to one side, looking sidelong at Matt still, without saying anything. Then he dropped his hands to his sides. "s**t." He said, before turning around and bailing out of the General Manager's office in a run. King usually didn't run this fast unless he was delivering a spear of some kind, so it was quite the rush he was in to get back to the ******** garage.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:41 pm
"... OH, YOU DIDN'T!" Matt shouted suddenly as King went sprinting out of his office. Surely he didn't just hand off his car keys to some random person! What kind of man does that? The General Manager flew out of his chair and shot out of the office, following after the Head of Talent Relations. Sure, he wasn't running as fast; why would he, it wasn't his car. But he aimed to keep up, mainly because he had to see this. He had to see if Kelly really just passed off the keys to that car off to a random nobody.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:08 am
Sitting back in the original spot of the parking garage was the 2014 Dodge Charger, the Silver paint looked as if it had been rubbed with a piece of sandpaper right above each wheel, almost like he'd scrapped the wall of something, or another car. The driver's side rear view mirror was gone, a back tail light had been busted out it seemed, and the front windshield had been busted with a white and black baseball bat. Now to be specifically honest, the only reason you could tell it was a baseball bat was because just beside the drivers side. The fat end of the bat was sticking in the window. The interior had what looked like burger wrappers and chip bags thrown all around on the inside, and a dark stain laid in the passenger's seat along with a busted plastic large cup resting just in the floor board.
The man that had taken the keys made sure they had been kept safe, resting within one of his pockets, but instead of being inside the vehicle the man was standing on the roof of the car, his shoes pressing in against the hood, small popping noises could be heard from his wait pressing down against the roof. In his right hand a spray can, making motions the black paint just spread across the silver finish as he drew a circle on the top of the hood in between his feet and then two lines starting together in a v shape, and then right across it horizontally, making a Anarchy Symbol. Looking up he could see two men running down into the parking garage, after all the noise they were making was pretty loud. Standing up and tossing the can down onto the ground he turned and just fell.
His a** hitting hard against the roof crushing it down for sure on the drivers side while he scooted off the top and onto the concrete floor. Brushing his jacket blazer off and his pants he turned opening the door slowly reaching in and grabbing the duffle bag from behind the drivers seat. Throwing it over his shoulder he shut the door pretty hard, as he did a crack just busted up the bottom of the window to to the middle. Looking at the ride altogether he watched the two men appear before him now. "Hey man...car's not automatic is it?" He paused for a moment, his right hand going to the back of his neck rubbing it slightly. "Cause I can't drive those." Looking over he recognized the second man. "Shanahan! Right?" He asked, his brow going up just a bit in confusion, hoping this was the right man. Walking towards the two of them he reached into the blazers inside pocket, grabbing the key ring and tossing it up in the air as he walked by. The man who had handed him the keys. "Oh s**t..." He started to pat himself down while turning around. "Oh thank god....just a scratch." He sighed heavily and then jogged back towards the car, crawling over on the hood and then standing up he reached down gripping the bat by the handle.
A small tug at first and the window pulled up and out with the force from the bat, again he tugged once more, this time the already cracked windshield cracked more until the bat came out with one more pull. Taking his sleeve he began to rub a long black mark on the side of the bat, wiping it with his coat as he stepped down from the hood he sighed once more. "Almost forgot." He nodded smirking somewhat. "So...Let's talk, oh yeah." He smacked himself upside his forehead and smirked once more. "I'm Jason Cross. But you guys can call me Anarchy."
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:44 am
The General Manager stood near the entrance to the arena's main halls in disbelief. This kid really did just trash King's precious Dodge Charger. He might as well had wrecked the car. His eyes were wide in shock, but his smirk was stronger than ever. He felt like this was justice for so many reasons. Could this be the new hire?
When Jason gave his introduction, took a lot for Matt not to burst into a fit of laughter. His teeth clamped onto his bottom lip and his rose his fit up to cover his mouth. It still took a bit for him to wrap his head around; young kid, destructive, liked to break things, used a baseball bat. He might as well be Shanahan from 2007. He was liking this, mainly because King was the one that hired him. How glorious this night already.
"Jason... Cross... Hey, hey King..." Matt muttered while jabbing his elbow against Kelly's arm, his tone making it clear that he was really trying not to laugh. "Uh... this guy's the new hire, hm?"
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:08 pm
Kelly King paled whiter than white. If he wasn't wearing his wonderful suit, the last perfect possession he owned apparently, he may have paled so much that one could have seen his internal organs because he would have been translucent. He held out his hand limply, making a pathetic and ultimately futile attempt to catch the car keys that were tossed in his direction. They landed haphazardly on the cement of the garage. King stepped on them as he walked ahead towards his ruined car.
No, not his car. The beaten and wrecked, sorry shadow of what his car used to be. King's face told a story of pure anguish, sad and lonely. With one hand, he reached out to caress the scratched paint on his vehicle, barely using two fingers to try and sooth the Charger's pain. With a quivering bottom lip, King whispered to her. "I-I know... I know... you were almost paid off... I know... Shhh..." King shook his head and closed his eyes. His hand slowly stroked along the wounded paint to the windshield, and he started trying fruitlessly to put the glass back together like a puzzle, but every time he miraculously found a piece that went right where it belonged, it would just fall down on the inside dash, lost forever.
2.0 slowly and solemnly put his arms, outstretched, against the driver's side door, embracing the vehicle like a long lost friend who was moving on to the next life. He did not cry, but he mourned. King slowly dropped down to his knees, and that's when he heard the ripping of his heart in two, breaking over the sorrow of what had been done to his poor, poor car.
Oh no, wait, that was his pants blowing out in the crotch because he was wearing them slightly too low.
His tablet screen cracked, his car destroyed, and his expensive suit ruined, King looked up to the sky and balled his fists at his side, chest puffed out, and screamed in a sorrow and rage that would pierce the heavens.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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