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Post by AJ Riles on May 26, 2010 23:53:27 GMT -5
The shot cuts abruptly from the arena where a match between two unknowns has just concluded to backstage in the office of Frank Dubaine, where the door before the secretary is slowly pushed open. Beyond the door stand the Masked Men, led by the Emissary. The three men step in, met by the secretary's words.
"Did the three of you have an appointment...?" She asks, a faint tremble evident in her voice.
"We have not formally requested a meeting, no. Though I'm sure Frank has expected this meeting for some time now." The Emissary states, approaching Frank's door.
"T-then you..."
"Hush, child. We merely wish to conduct a meeting. You'd do well not to provoke us." With that, the Emissary pushes open Frank's door, and the three step in, closing the door gently behind.
"Aah, Frank Dubaine. At last, we meet face-to-face."
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Post by Spazz on May 27, 2010 0:00:44 GMT -5
Frank watched as the three men walked in side. The bigger one plopped down in a chair and propped his feet up on the desk, which Frank promptly smacked off. Unperturbed he simply readjusted and put his hands behind his head.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of such revered guests?" Frank asked, making no attempt to hide his contempt for the masked men.
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Post by AJ Riles on May 27, 2010 0:04:25 GMT -5
"Come now, child." The Emissary smirks, either unfazed by, or simply not noticing Frank's contempt. "We've merely come with a...humble request, I suppose you could say."
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Post by Spazz on May 27, 2010 0:08:12 GMT -5
"First off I'm 50 years old. You calling me child is like calling John Cena a wrestler. Second, why should I listen to any request you have instead of tossing all three of you out on your asses?"
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Post by AJ Riles on May 27, 2010 0:12:54 GMT -5
"I suppose you could do that, but given that this proposal involves AWF regaining a top-level championship, I suspect your roster wouldn't take too well to us being mishandled. Remember, CHILD, we are here for the good of this promotion.
"It may not seem it now, but I assure you, our objectives will ultimately lead to the bettering of the Atlantic Wrestling Federation." The Emissary states.
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Post by Spazz on May 27, 2010 0:16:20 GMT -5
"Okay then oh great and might Emissary," he said in an obviously mocking tone. "What is your great, master plan to better AWF?"
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Post by AJ Riles on May 27, 2010 0:28:13 GMT -5
"Well, in truth, our 'master plan' will require time and supervision of the development of your roster. But our proposal to you is this: a four-man bout at your next major event, pitting those who DESERVE to wear the top championship of this promotion."
The Emissary pauses for a brief moment. "I would like to emphasize that word, 'deserve'. Those who deserve it and have yet to be given a real chance at having their time to shine."
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Post by Spazz on May 27, 2010 0:50:07 GMT -5
"How exactly can I do a World Title match with no title? You stole the title! That's why I ordered it to be vacated! And who exactly 'deserves' a title shot?"
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Post by AJ Riles on May 27, 2010 0:57:04 GMT -5
"Remember, child. I did state earlier that this proposition involves AWF regaining a top championship. We'll simply hang the belt above the ring, and let the ones selected to fight it out until one of them retrieves it. And then, voila. AWF has a top championship again, fresh blood is entered into the championship picture, and the stagnation held at bay, if not completely ended. And as for selecting those privileged few? You can allow us to worry about that."
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Post by Spazz on May 27, 2010 1:20:40 GMT -5
"And since when do we allow random people to book a pay per view match?"
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Post by AJ Riles on May 27, 2010 1:36:40 GMT -5
"Hmph. Very well." The Emissary gives a sigh and a shrug and turns toward the door. "Prodigy, Weaponmaster, it would seem our efforts are for naught." The smallest of the masked men then stands, and looks toward the other, as the Emissary waits. "Weaponmaster, we are taking our leave."
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Post by Spazz on May 27, 2010 1:40:57 GMT -5
The biggest masked man stood and the three turned to leave. Frank sighed and made a little grunting sound in his throat. "Alright!" He sighed and leaned back. "We'll have a four way ladder match at Blackout."
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Post by AJ Riles on May 27, 2010 1:45:23 GMT -5
A low chuckle escapes the Emissary as he raises on hand in an unusual salute toward Frank, still facing the door. "So glad you could see the situation from our perspective, chi--... Mister Dubaine. Hmmhmm, fare thee well." The Emissary states, pulling open the door. The three then make their exit from the office and pass by the secretary without a single word to her.
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