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 Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2016 6:26 pm
(Note: This does include the GM's office)
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 2:09 am
Joe rushes off with the 10 grand Cyrus gave him to make the bet. Would Cyrus really be able to win the match? Would he really use the winnings to buy a lion? What the hell was he going to do with a lion? Why was Cyrus such a d**k now? It was funny, but still. Well, sometimes it was best for Joe not to ask those questions and just assist his friend.The Lion himself remained standing near the busted Pepsi machine. He casually took a sip from the can of Dr. Pepper. "Yep..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 11:26 pm
 Dallas was aimlessly making her way towards her BFF the GM's office for a friendly chat, her phone in her hand. She was tapping away, her face rather twisted up in focus. Her encounter with that obnoxious blond Canadian hadn't once entered her mind since then, figuring he had gotten the point and ******** off. Let's hope Better Than You wasn't lurking anywhere near like the little creep he was. He was the last person Dallas wanted to see. [ planned interaction, no interruptions until after]
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 11:31 pm
Better Than You. was lurking around the hallway leading up to Dion Necurat's office, trying to gain the courage to enter and ask him to be in a contenders match for the CWA Championship. Several times he puffed out his chest and went to knock on the closed door, only to stop and not bother. The Canadian kicked at the wall a few times while talking to himself. It was then that a distracted Dallas Cruz turned down his way, and a fire lit itself within him. She seemed to know where she was going and had been avoiding hitting any walls or anything of the sort on her way towards the doorway to Dion. Better Than You. took a few silent steps towards her and stepped right into her way, forcing the hispanic woman to knock into him. Better Than You. took a step back after colliding with Dallas, but he wasn't knocked down or anything. He merely smirked and folded his arms. "I'm half the man Omega is, eh? Ha."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 11:55 pm
Looking down at her phone, she failed to notice that certain someone she had been hoping to avoid. Colliding into him, chest to chest, Dallas quickly looked up to apologize to the poor soul for her carelessness. However, the minute she opened her mouth to speak, she quickly shut herself back up. Her eyes narrowed into a glare as she took a few steps back to put some distance between herself and Better Than You. Oh, this was just perfect! Sarcasm. "Ah crap."
She let out a loud sigh, already knowing she was going to leave this discussion annoyed and irritated. "What do you want now?" Dallas crossed her arms over her chest, giving him an inquiring look. There was a feeling deep down in the bottom of her stomach that he was just going to rub his victory last show in her face. But she saw what had happened. Dallas did watch the match like she said she would, mostly to cheer on her bestie. She was definitely not impressed with what Better Than You had pulled.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 10:39 am
A big s**t-eating grin overtook the face of Better Than You., the young Canadian putting a hand on the wall next to him and leaning into it. Dallas didn't seem happy to see the young man, while Better Than You. was over the moon to see her. She looked adorable when annoyed. "Ah, well, you see...I went out and beat your 'friend' last week, and I knew you had been watching backstage. Essentially, I just wanted to as you, on a level from 1 to 10, how impressed were you?" Better Than You. closed his eyes and dipped his head back, giving Dallas a chance to speak. Except he really didn't. The moment she was about to answer him, he cut her off! "Don't say anything! I know how impressed you were. You sat on your perfect little behind and watched me to systematically destroy that inferior masked jumping bean, and your kneed got weak. Your pulse picked up, your temperature rose! You just loved sitting there knowing that someone was out there, wrestling for you. I bet you even thought...'Wow, he's better than me!' Well, you were right. I am Better Than You. Though, I bet there is something you're just as good as me at...and I'd love to find out after the show, if you're down."
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:12 pm
Making his way past the two people talking to each other outside of Dion's office was a man who had his head covered up with a red hood. He really wasn't interested in this guy he had never met and as fine as Dallas was, he had more important things to do then stop and save her from a conversation she clearly didn't want to be in. Making his way past the two he would knock on the door to Dion's office, and wait for an answer.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 7:58 pm
Dion was running sword drills in his office; the room was designed for that purpose, after all. He heard a commotion outside his door, but Dion was in the zone and would not be interrupted by idle chatter. Then he heard a loud knock at the door. Letting out a sigh, Dion stopped his drills, turning to the door. "Yeah yeah, come in."
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 6:17 pm
The hooded man heard Dion summon him into the office and pushed the door open. He walked in and saw the boss having a little fun with some swords and smiled...before shutting the door and lowering his hood to reveal himself, as none other then JacknAraon
"Little swordplay huh? That seems like a good way to pass the time."
Jack would step a little further into the office, the smile never leaving his face as he continued to speak.
"I gotta tell ya Dion, I never thought I'd be back here again, what after me and that painted black reject nearly destroyed the place last time I competed here I was pretty sure you were gonna have to file for bankruptcy."
Jack would have a seat on one of the chairs in the office, looking up at the GM and trying to gauge how happy he was to see Arson back.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 6:25 pm
Why was it always creeps that hit on Dallas? Why not ever any nice gentlemen that didn't make her want to rip his tongue out through his throat? Where were those rare breeds? Dallas had a look of discontent, bring her hand up to drag down her face as Better Than You continued to spew crap from his mouth, unfortunately in her direction. "Okay, first of all....never in a million years. I'd rather drag myself across glass then dunk myself in a tank of lemon juice than do anything of the sort with you." Oh damn, Dallas didn't kid around with the rejections. But she wasn't in the mood to let him down gently. He didn't deserve that.
"And secondly, I saw that match and your win was nothing but a fluke. Winning with a roll up? Please, get out of here with that crap. Omega had you set up for a win. You know it, I know it, everyone watching around the world knew it. I don't know what's more insulting; you flaunting a fluke win over my best friend, or you dedicating that match to me." Dallas ran a hand through her hair, brushing her black bangs away from her hazel eyes to properly look at him in the eye as she shut him down in the most vicious of ways. She would have simply walked away, but it seemed while she was dealing with this thorn in her side, someone else had beat her to meeting with Dion. "Look, I'm gonna say this one last time. You and me? Not gonna happen. So get that out of your head and try elsewhere."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 9:58 am
Dion shook his head. Of course it would be Arson, he thought. He hung up the sword on his weapon rack near one corner of the room. "Yes, well...that WAS under my uncle's regime. Things can be fixed, buildings reconstructed...everything works out."
Dion then walked to his desk, taking a seat. "But you're not here to listen to me talk about the business, or to recall old times."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 8:57 pm
"No..no I'm not."
Jack said with a smile.
"I'm here because I think that you are a man who can appreciate the level of violence I bring to the table. You can appreciate the fact that I enjoy maiming people in a way a normal man enjoys tennis..it's a thrill to me to see people beg me for mercy. So that's why I have returned to the Coliseum... I desire the opportunity. The opportunity to enter this company and become it's poster boy. I want to show everyone what it means to be a Gladiator of the Coliseum. And I want to be a cornerstone that turns this place into a household name."
Jack pauses for a second, allowing the GM to get a word in.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 9:07 pm
Dion looked at Arson while he gave his pitch, his expression unchanged. He stood when he was done, pouring himself a glass of water. "I'm sure you think that brutality is the big selling point in CWA...and under my uncle's regime, you'd be right," he said, pausing to take a drink. "But while I'm at the helm of this business, I do what I need to in order to protect my employees, both competitors and backstage people. I run a safe show here, Arson, and because of that, your methods of brutality are...well frankly, they're not needed."
He sat back down. "That isn't to say, however, you yourself are not needed in CWA."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 6:51 pm
"There will always be a place for my brutal style of offense...I'm the one guy that people hope and pray they never have to step into the ring with."
Jack would pause.
"But frankly, i can respect the fact that you want to treat the guys on your roster like the silver spoon weilding pussies that they are, why would you want to risk their health and safety by making them compete in the same manner your uncle did? I mean not everyone is capable of falling from a balcony and being slammed onto a bed of nails and live to talk about it. My statement stands however, I am here to become Mr. CWA...and I will stop at nothing to do it"
Again, Jack would pause to allow the GM to speak.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 8:01 pm
While Arson paused, Dion stood up slowly to walk around his office. As he continued, Arson was bringing up points that, frankly, were not making Dion pleased. He took a blunted sword off the rack while Arson spoke, then rushed forward, bringing the point of the sword to the back of Arson's skull.
"Make no mistake, Arson," Dion said, eerily calm, "I can be as brutal...perhaps moreso...than you ever could. The difference is focus. Your brand of brutality is unrefined and likely to maim, while my skills are devoted to doing needed damage. Don't forget that I have earned the title of King of the Deathmatch."
He brought the sword around, now pointing it between Arson's eyes. "If you intend to be the face of this company, then you will do so under my watch. This arena can be hardcore...but this is no backyard. If you intentionally injure or maim anyone, be aware that you will receive that same treatment tenfold...and please, Mr. Arson...do test my patience on this."
Dion lowered the point, and walked over to the door. "I assume you know the way out."
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