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Post by Tomahawk on Aug 9, 2013 16:44:30 GMT -5
Clover Peacetrance
-Come Together, Right N- *Peacetrance's fingers slowly stop strumming his guitar as he looks up through his shades and sees Mertens. Clover stares at him for a good ten seconds looking into the Bruiser's eyes unbeknownst to the former footballer due to the shades covering Peacetrance's eyes. Clover taps his feet and whips his long hair to the side... is this how he thinks? He continues to do this before opening his mouth to say something to the Belgian.* -Your face... you seem... un-..settled. Do you have hatred man? *Peacetrance shakes his head sighing before playing a simple note on his guitar* -Let that hatred come out of you man.. all you need is something to help you. You need to change that look of hatred into one of happiness, peace and relaxation. We are all here to enjoy oneself correct man? Just let loooooose. Relax with me man... here.. I think I might have something of interest for you man? *Peacetrance sits down his guitar gently on his lap before reaching behind him and stuffing his hand into his pocket before pulling out a bag of... weed? He smiles and holds out the weed to Mertens.* -This is the greatest key to relaxation man. It will calm you and that face of hatred will just leave... and your soul will be purged of any animosity man.
Merten's looks at Peacetrance, not changing his expression. He takes the bag out of Peacetrance's hand, and spills it on the floor.
Andre Mertens
"You take me as some kind of fool? You think that I am not happy? I am happy when I am destroying people. I am happy when people are in pain. I enjoy watching others suffer...Little man, do you want to feel pain? Belgian Bruiser will inflict damage upon you. Your fingers will no longer be playing guitar. You will have no hands to hold guitar with!" Clover Peacetrance
*Peacetrance stares at Mertens and his head slowly moves down to the spilled weed on the arena floor. Clover picks up his guitar and straps it on and begins to strum his guitar gently seemingly tuning it. When everything sounds good, he takes a deep breath and begins to sing, all the while Mertens still stands there.* -Dont let me down!.... Don't let me down!.... Don't let me down! *Peacetrance smiles and ends his little verse of words before looking back up at Mertens with a slow nod. He sits the guitar next to him after unstrapping it for a second time. The 'Bringer of Peace' slowly rises to his feet, stretching out his limbs. He cracks some bones in his feet before looking up into the eyes of the menacing figure of Andre Mertens. He places one of his hands on the Belgian's shoulders* -I don't want any animosity or anger... towards each other man. Let us just sit back... relax and play some music. Soul searching music man. Peacetrance thinks you are somewhat troubled in the mind. I am here for you man. I will help you find inner peace without violence or hatred. *He pulls Mertens into a hug before breaking it and nodding to him. Peacetrance then falls to his knees and gracefully begins to scoop the weed back into the bag from which it came* -Please man... don't spill my relaxing tools on the floor again. Without these... my soul... will be lost man. When my soul is lost... Wrestling is not longer soothing to me... but painful to me. I need these man in order to be completely focused inside that ring and find the utmost possible peace in between the ropes. Do you understand me man?
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Post by DatEpicMikeyKid on Aug 9, 2013 16:52:31 GMT -5
Merten's looks at Peacetrance, not changing his expression. He takes the bag out of Peacetrance's hand, and spills it on the floor.
Andre Mertens
"You take me as some kind of fool? You think that I am not happy? I am happy when I am destroying people. I am happy when people are in pain. I enjoy watching others suffer...Little man, do you want to feel pain? Belgian Bruiser will inflict damage upon you. Your fingers will no longer be playing guitar. You will have no hands to hold guitar with!" Clover Peacetrance
*Peacetrance stares at Mertens and his head slowly moves down to the spilled weed on the arena floor. Clover picks up his guitar and straps it on and begins to strum his guitar gently seemingly tuning it. When everything sounds good, he takes a deep breath and begins to sing, all the while Mertens still stands there.* -Dont let me down!.... Don't let me down!.... Don't let me down! *Peacetrance smiles and ends his little verse of words before looking back up at Mertens with a slow nod. He sits the guitar next to him after unstrapping it for a second time. The 'Bringer of Peace' slowly rises to his feet, stretching out his limbs. He cracks some bones in his feet before looking up into the eyes of the menacing figure of Andre Mertens. He places one of his hands on the Belgian's shoulders* -I don't want any animosity or anger... towards each other man. Let us just sit back... relax and play some music. Soul searching music man. Peacetrance thinks you are somewhat troubled in the mind. I am here for you man. I will help you find inner peace without violence or hatred. *He pulls Mertens into a hug before breaking it and nodding to him. Peacetrance then falls to his knees and gracefully begins to scoop the weed back into the bag from which it came* -Please man... don't spill my relaxing tools on the floor again. Without these... my soul... will be lost man. When my soul is lost... Wrestling is not longer soothing to me... but painful to me. I need these man in order to be completely focused inside that ring and find the utmost possible peace in between the ropes. Do you understand me man? Mertens stares yet again at Peacetrance, not amused whatsoever.
Andre Mertens
"Don't be pathetic. You are nothing. You are nobody. You are not wrestler. You're a hippie. You wouldn't know what wrestling is. You pathetic, little man. I would beat you in the ring. You would not be able to walk outside of it."
Mertens cracks his knuckles, not diverting his eyes from Peacetrance.
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Post by Tomahawk on Aug 9, 2013 17:13:38 GMT -5
Clover Peacetrance
*Peacetrance stares at Mertens and his head slowly moves down to the spilled weed on the arena floor. Clover picks up his guitar and straps it on and begins to strum his guitar gently seemingly tuning it. When everything sounds good, he takes a deep breath and begins to sing, all the while Mertens still stands there.* -Dont let me down!.... Don't let me down!.... Don't let me down! *Peacetrance smiles and ends his little verse of words before looking back up at Mertens with a slow nod. He sits the guitar next to him after unstrapping it for a second time. The 'Bringer of Peace' slowly rises to his feet, stretching out his limbs. He cracks some bones in his feet before looking up into the eyes of the menacing figure of Andre Mertens. He places one of his hands on the Belgian's shoulders* -I don't want any animosity or anger... towards each other man. Let us just sit back... relax and play some music. Soul searching music man. Peacetrance thinks you are somewhat troubled in the mind. I am here for you man. I will help you find inner peace without violence or hatred. *He pulls Mertens into a hug before breaking it and nodding to him. Peacetrance then falls to his knees and gracefully begins to scoop the weed back into the bag from which it came* -Please man... don't spill my relaxing tools on the floor again. Without these... my soul... will be lost man. When my soul is lost... Wrestling is not longer soothing to me... but painful to me. I need these man in order to be completely focused inside that ring and find the utmost possible peace in between the ropes. Do you understand me man? Mertens stares yet again at Peacetrance, not amused whatsoever.
Andre Mertens
"Don't be pathetic. You are nothing. You are nobody. You are not wrestler. You're a hippie. You wouldn't know what wrestling is. You pathetic, little man. I would beat you in the ring. You would not be able to walk outside of it."
Mertens cracks his knuckles, not diverting his eyes from Peacetrance. Clover Peacetrance
*Eventually manages to get all the weed into the bag. He smiles and inhales the smell of the weed and sighs pleasantly. * -Ah that's the stuff man... so soothing and relaxing man. *He rises to his feet and smiles at Mertens giving him a friendly look.* -I know how to wrestle man. You and I have different ideals. I wrestle for relaxation of the mind and I find peace in beating my opponent. It is a leisure activity for Peacetrance. I want to wrestle.. but I also want to end the hatred you possess in your soul man. Once I beat you... I would find peace with my body and within my mind. And you would look at me and not see any more hatred after that man.. all you would see is a man who brought peace. I don't hate you man... I just want to help you. If that involves a leisurely stroll inside the ring then be what it must man. I bring peace to my opponents... by making their hatred of me.. turn to jealousy of me... the Bringer of Peace. *Peacetrance once again hugs Mertens before turning around and picking up his guitar smiling to himself*
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Post by Tomahawk on Aug 9, 2013 17:40:47 GMT -5
David Neville is walking around the arena after sending his tweet regarding PWF, knowing that he is making an impact. He is joined by Desmond, who appears to be the first member of the faction. Desmond has been known as his first ever client as a manager, therefore their relationship would be strong. Indications that Neville is on the search for new talent is definite. Kevin Bledsoe
*Approaches Mr. Neville and Desmond from down the hall. Bledsoe grins and offers his hand out for Neville to shake* -Mr Neville! It is so nice to finally meet the man behind the company! Let me be the first to tell you... this is an honor. *Bledsoe keeps his hand out for Neville but looks at Desmond with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.*
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Post by 1-800-FELLA Lawyer Service on Aug 9, 2013 17:55:53 GMT -5
David Neville is walking around the arena after sending his tweet regarding PWF, knowing that he is making an impact. He is joined by Desmond, who appears to be the first member of the faction. Desmond has been known as his first ever client as a manager, therefore their relationship would be strong. Indications that Neville is on the search for new talent is definite. Kevin Bledsoe
*Approaches Mr. Neville and Desmond from down the hall. Bledsoe grins and offers his hand out for Neville to shake* -Mr Neville! It is so nice to finally meet the man behind the company! Let me be the first to tell you... this is an honor. *Bledsoe keeps his hand out for Neville but looks at Desmond with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.* David Neville looks up from his phone and notices Bledsoe standing in his way. He looks at his hand and then up at Desmond. Desmond has his eyes fixed on Kevin in case he tries to pull something off. David begins searching on his phone for his list of information on the roster, which he calls his "ScoutApp". There is a long period of silence which makes Kevin uncomfortable as David begins to read through his information, with Desmond still staring down at Kevin.
David Neville: "So, Mr. Bedsoap. You seem like a polite man. I assume you read what I put on twitface earlier. If not, may I explain to you. I am to death of this company's roster slacking off. Heck, the only person who I trust right now is Desmond as he is under oath to me. I am creating a new force in PWF to take out the "lacklustre performers" and create myself a global empire corporation, known as Pride Wrestling Federation. Explain to me why Desmond shouldn't rip your right arm from it's shoulder joint and slap you around the face with it until you don't move ever again."
Desmond cracks his knuckles, awaiting an answer.
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Post by DatEpicMikeyKid on Aug 9, 2013 17:59:18 GMT -5
Mertens stares yet again at Peacetrance, not amused whatsoever.
Andre Mertens
"Don't be pathetic. You are nothing. You are nobody. You are not wrestler. You're a hippie. You wouldn't know what wrestling is. You pathetic, little man. I would beat you in the ring. You would not be able to walk outside of it."
Mertens cracks his knuckles, not diverting his eyes from Peacetrance. Clover Peacetrance
*Eventually manages to get all the weed into the bag. He smiles and inhales the smell of the weed and sighs pleasantly. * -Ah that's the stuff man... so soothing and relaxing man. *He rises to his feet and smiles at Mertens giving him a friendly look.* -I know how to wrestle man. You and I have different ideals. I wrestle for relaxation of the mind and I find peace in beating my opponent. It is a leisure activity for Peacetrance. I want to wrestle.. but I also want to end the hatred you possess in your soul man. Once I beat you... I would find peace with my body and within my mind. And you would look at me and not see any more hatred after that man.. all you would see is a man who brought peace. I don't hate you man... I just want to help you. If that involves a leisurely stroll inside the ring then be what it must man. I bring peace to my opponents... by making their hatred of me.. turn to jealousy of me... the Bringer of Peace. *Peacetrance once again hugs Mertens before turning around and picking up his guitar smiling to himself* Mertens pushes Peacetrance while his back is turned, and tries to walk away.
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Post by Tomahawk on Aug 9, 2013 18:09:18 GMT -5
Kevin Bledsoe
*Approaches Mr. Neville and Desmond from down the hall. Bledsoe grins and offers his hand out for Neville to shake* -Mr Neville! It is so nice to finally meet the man behind the company! Let me be the first to tell you... this is an honor. *Bledsoe keeps his hand out for Neville but looks at Desmond with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.* David Neville looks up from his phone and notices Bledsoe standing in his way. He looks at his hand and then up at Desmond. Desmond has his eyes fixed on Kevin in case he tries to pull something off. David begins searching on his phone for his list of information on the roster, which he calls his "ScoutApp". There is a long period of silence which makes Kevin uncomfortable as David begins to read through his information, with Desmond still staring down at Kevin.
David Neville: "So, Mr. Bedsoap. You seem like a polite man. I assume you read what I put on twitface earlier. If not, may I explain to you. I am to death of this company's roster slacking off. Heck, the only person who I trust right now is Desmond as he is under oath to me. I am creating a new force in PWF to take out the "lacklustre performers" and create myself a global empire corporation, known as Pride Wrestling Federation. Explain to me why Desmond shouldn't rip your right arm from it's shoulder joint and slap you around the face with it until you don't move ever again."
Desmond cracks his knuckles, awaiting an answer.
Kevin Bledsoe
*slightly awkwardly chuckles but doesn't take his eyes off Desmond as he begins to explain why Neville should accept him into this 'faction' the boss is forming* -Mr. Neville, first off, it's Kevin BLEDSOE. You and all of the people back here will figure that out very quickly because you see.. everywhere I have gone, I have been hated... and I have been loved. But everyone knew the name KEVIN BLEDSOE. And you want to know why sir? Because every match I had was memorable. I made people tap... I performed spectacular moves and was able to win hardcore matches without using weapons.. while facing guys twice my size. *He stares a hole through Desmond* -I am anything but lackluster sir. With me by your side PWF will quickly become anything you want it become. A global corporation, I can do that by making this business look like a thousand bucks with my wrestling skills. ANYTHING you want sir, and I can achieve it. *He turns and faces Neville and glares at him a bit* -But let's get something straight... I refuse to become your... 'puppet'. I will work for you but if there is anything I don't agree with.. I won't HESITATE to say no and leave you and your little pet over here. *He winks to Desmond*
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Post by 1-800-FELLA Lawyer Service on Aug 9, 2013 18:19:42 GMT -5
David Neville looks up from his phone and notices Bledsoe standing in his way. He looks at his hand and then up at Desmond. Desmond has his eyes fixed on Kevin in case he tries to pull something off. David begins searching on his phone for his list of information on the roster, which he calls his "ScoutApp". There is a long period of silence which makes Kevin uncomfortable as David begins to read through his information, with Desmond still staring down at Kevin.
David Neville: "So, Mr. Bedsoap. You seem like a polite man. I assume you read what I put on twitface earlier. If not, may I explain to you. I am to death of this company's roster slacking off. Heck, the only person who I trust right now is Desmond as he is under oath to me. I am creating a new force in PWF to take out the "lacklustre performers" and create myself a global empire corporation, known as Pride Wrestling Federation. Explain to me why Desmond shouldn't rip your right arm from it's shoulder joint and slap you around the face with it until you don't move ever again."
Desmond cracks his knuckles, awaiting an answer.
Kevin Bledsoe
*slightly awkwardly chuckles but doesn't take his eyes off Desmond as he begins to explain why Neville should accept him into this 'faction' the boss is forming* -Mr. Neville, first off, it's Kevin BLEDSOE. You and all of the people back here will figure that out very quickly because you see.. everywhere I have gone, I have been hated... and I have been loved. But everyone knew the name KEVIN BLEDSOE. And you want to know why sir? Because every match I had was memorable. I made people tap... I performed spectacular moves and was able to win hardcore matches without using weapons.. while facing guys twice my size. *He stares a hole through Desmond* -I am anything but lackluster sir. With me by your side PWF will quickly become anything you want it become. A global corporation, I can do that by making this business look like a thousand bucks with my wrestling skills. ANYTHING you want sir, and I can achieve it. *He turns and faces Neville and glares at him a bit* -But let's get something straight... I refuse to become your... 'puppet'. I will work for you but if there is anything I don't agree with.. I won't HESITATE to say no and leave you and your little pet over here. *He winks to Desmond* David takes in all the information and jots a few notes down on his phone.
David Neville: "I like your attitude, kid. I like your determination and your passion. BUT, you never EVER refuse an order from "The Mind Of Champions", "The Definition Of Success", David Neville. Understood?"
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Post by Tomahawk on Aug 9, 2013 18:28:46 GMT -5
Kevin Bledsoe
*slightly awkwardly chuckles but doesn't take his eyes off Desmond as he begins to explain why Neville should accept him into this 'faction' the boss is forming* -Mr. Neville, first off, it's Kevin BLEDSOE. You and all of the people back here will figure that out very quickly because you see.. everywhere I have gone, I have been hated... and I have been loved. But everyone knew the name KEVIN BLEDSOE. And you want to know why sir? Because every match I had was memorable. I made people tap... I performed spectacular moves and was able to win hardcore matches without using weapons.. while facing guys twice my size. *He stares a hole through Desmond* -I am anything but lackluster sir. With me by your side PWF will quickly become anything you want it become. A global corporation, I can do that by making this business look like a thousand bucks with my wrestling skills. ANYTHING you want sir, and I can achieve it. *He turns and faces Neville and glares at him a bit* -But let's get something straight... I refuse to become your... 'puppet'. I will work for you but if there is anything I don't agree with.. I won't HESITATE to say no and leave you and your little pet over here. *He winks to Desmond* David takes in all the information and jots a few notes down on his phone.
David Neville: "I like your attitude, kid. I like your determination and your passion. BUT, you never EVER refuse an order from "The Mind Of Champions", "The Definition Of Success", David Neville. Understood?"Kevin Bledsoe
*Smirks at Neville before playing with his own hands* -Fine. But I am my own man Mr. Neville. I will do as you ask BUT if I ever start to feel like you are just using me, then I will not stay with you. I have career goals Mr. Neville. I hope you can understand that. *He nods to the boss*
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Post by 1-800-FELLA Lawyer Service on Aug 9, 2013 18:31:15 GMT -5
David takes in all the information and jots a few notes down on his phone.
David Neville: "I like your attitude, kid. I like your determination and your passion. BUT, you never EVER refuse an order from "The Mind Of Champions", "The Definition Of Success", David Neville. Understood?" Kevin Bledsoe
*Smirks at Neville before playing with his own hands* -Fine. But I am my own man Mr. Neville. I will do as you ask BUT if I ever start to feel like you are just using me, then I will not stay with you. I have career goals Mr. Neville. I hope you can understand that. *He nods to the boss* David nods his head slightly whilst typing on his phone. David Neville: "Well, I have a show to run. I shall talk to you later on about whether you are accepted or not."
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