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Post by Spazz on Jul 20, 2009 22:48:13 GMT -5
Frank Dubaine sighed and rubbed his temples as he finally finished his paperwork for the day. His empty whiskey bottle sat one one side of his desk and his medication said spilled on the other side. His intercom beeped as his new secretary, Sabrina, spoke. "Mr. Dubaine, your appointment is here."
"Thank you Sabrina, please show him in." If everything worked right, this would solve so many headaches.
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Post by Osiris on Jul 20, 2009 22:53:50 GMT -5
In steps in a 6 foot man with a slight build to him. He was wearing a black hoodie and some jeans. Probably not the best idea to wear to a interview.
"Hello Mr. Dubaine. It's to my understanding that you were looking for someone to share your GM duties with, as to relieve yourself of some pain, was it?"
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Post by Spazz on Jul 20, 2009 23:14:46 GMT -5
"Many, many headaches abound in this company." Frank seemed to take no notice of the young man's unprofessional attire. A former wrestler himself in his younger more fit days, Frank was known to show his superiors a lack of respect so in some cases he almost expected none in return now that he was a superior himself. "Allow me to break this down for you son. We have a roid giant who believes himself to be the king of the underworld, two clowns that look like they came off the set of Killer Clowns From Mars, a "demonic" brother and sister combo who I'm suspecting commit incest, a blue haired perverted drunk, a green haired maniac who's stoned 23 hours of the day, and a guy who who has worn black body paint for so long it doesn't wash off anymore." He watched for the young man's reaction. Just this description of the company had been enough to drive the last applicant away.
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Post by Osiris on Jul 20, 2009 23:18:37 GMT -5
The young man in question just smiles as the personalities of the roster is being described, except for the stoner and the incest thing. Those he just had a look of disgust.
"I can see where your headaches are coming from. And why you'd want to have someone lighten the load for you. But it's nothing I can't handle."
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Post by Spazz on Jul 20, 2009 23:22:02 GMT -5
Frank sighed, "Well your files all check out, you're qualified for the job so I guess we'll see how you handle yourself when you're out there in that minefield of an arena. All I can say is welcome to AWF Mr. Mott." Frank extended his hand to the young man.
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Post by Osiris on Jul 20, 2009 23:27:03 GMT -5
Cory Mott extends his own hand to shake Frank's own extended hand.
"Thanks for the opportunity to do this. I'll do my best to keep those headaches away from you as much as I can. Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall be addressing the AWF in it's entirety."
He walks out the door, and makes his way to the arena. Now as the assistant General Manager of AWF.
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