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Post by terrybgoode on Jul 21, 2009 18:43:41 GMT -4
Continued from Uprising RP #2: The Gauntlet is Downffpwrestling.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=general&thread=1589The corridors of FFP headquarters are relatively peaceful this time of the morning, lacking the excessive hubbub that usually dominates the creative and technical hub of the federation. In fact, President Kraven isn't even in his office yet... but somebody else is.
As he walks in, he'll have the company of one Jessie Clinton, who has taken her position by the window, leaned against the neighbouring wall with arms crossed about her chest. She is content to wait, and has no intention of making herself comfortable. She hasn't even removed her heavy bomber jacket, waiting it out with features dark but otherwise unreadable, unminding of the camera crew that have trailed her here and taken up point by the door.
This isn't about publicity, or playing nice. This is about the truth.
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Post by President Matt Kraven on Jul 22, 2009 9:40:00 GMT -4
>>Finally, there is some noise at the door. The door knob opens, and the door swings open. Matt Kraven is shown standing there, in blue jeans, a tight red 'FFP' t-shirt, and a backwards Cincinnati Reds hat. Kraven is holding his black leather briefcase in his left hand, and just opened the door with his right. He notices Jessie, and smiles at her. He begins to make his way into his office, toward his desk.<<Matt Kraven: Hey Jessie, congrats on becoming the new Adrenaline Champion. How can I help you?
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Post by terrybgoode on Jul 22, 2009 10:25:42 GMT -4
By the time President Kraven makes his entrance, Jessie has drifted almost completely into her own thoughts, her attention directed outside the window to the horizon. The camera crew has begun to fidget, muttering amongst themselves; wondering if they should give up on this scoop and head back to Courtney.
But then, it happens. The first sign of rattling from the door draws the Diamond's focus immediately, as though she never stopped watching - or, perhaps, her mind's meanderings were wholly relevant to this moment. The confrontation. Subconsciously she steels herself, shoulders and back tightening as she prepares to address the man whose actions have rocked FFP to the core...
The only problem is, somebody else walks in. A much more familiar persona. That smile strikes like thunder; if it weren't for the wall, she might even stumble. But she's come too far, gathered herself too long, to let this slip through her fingers.
Jessie: "'How can I help you?'"
Incredulous, if quiet, she echoes his words with seeming disregard for the congratulations. In light of her expectations, such kindness seems out of place and twisted. Paranoid? No. She knows what she saw. Sometimes the truth-seeker simply goes too far.
Pushing off from the wall, she moves to block Matt's approach to his own desk, raising her chin as she steps in dangerously close, meeting him eye to eye.
Jessie: "You can help me by explaining what's going on. You fake an injury, worrying countless people who care about you, only to reveal it was all some scheme to crush Psychotica and steal her title. All this, and you seem to be rigging the next match in your favour..."
She pauses, and grits her teeth before continuing.
Jessie: "I only want to know one thing."
Searching the man's eyes for a moment, she shakes her head gently from side to side. When she is ready, the single syllable she speaks is not uttered with particular emphasis; it doesn't have to be. The question is loaded. Right now, it means just about everything.
Jessie: "Why?"
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Post by President Matt Kraven on Jul 22, 2009 10:33:13 GMT -4
>>Kraven smirks as Jessie's remarks. He lays is leather briefcase down in his chair, and unzips it. He stares at Jessie, as he reaches into the bag and pulls it out. There it is...the FFP World Championship. He slings the leather title over his left shoulder, and continues with his big smile.<<Matt Kraven: You think the deck is stacked in my favor this Sunday? I don't think you could be more wrong. Psychotica will want her revenge, you are one hell of a competitor...so is Genocide, and Devon is a bad ass. I'd say the deck is stacked against me. But that's just me. >>Matt finally grabs his leather briefcase, and makes his way to the front of his desk - Jessie is still blocking him. He grabs his white MacBook out of the leather briefcase, and sets it down on the desk. Then he leans on the front of his desk, still looking at Jessie. Jessie still seems to be a little aggravated at Kraven. Kraven however, still has the grin on his face.<<Matt Kraven: You ask why. I'll tell you. Did you see what Psychotica did to me months ago? She actually kidnapped me, and tortured me into giving her this title. I knew that she didn't deserve it. I knew, that with her holding this title, it was the one big black cloud over Full Force Pro - the company that I made. This company is for people like me, and people like you. People who fight for the titles they want. Not for people who kidnap others and put their lives in danger. Jessie, you are one of a kind. One hell of a wrestler here. And you know what, if you ever need me, in any way...I'm sure I could make room for you, in The Entourage. >>Matt now walks around Jessie, looking her up and down. She stands still, not budging. Not budging...that is, until Kraven reaches his hand back, and slaps Jessie right in the butt. A surprised look immediately jumps on her face, and she quickly turns toward Kraven.<<
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Post by terrybgoode on Jul 22, 2009 11:18:01 GMT -4
Surprised isn't the word. While the look on the Diamond's face is at first comical - eyes and mouth open wide, body rigid with the inevitable shock that follows such an invasion of personal space - she rounds on the president with fists clenching at her side, enraged and scowling.
Jessie: "How dare you?"
She all but spits the question, but catches herself on the edge of losing control. Inhaling tightly, she steps back, lifting her hands to rub one against the other, loosening out the tension. Her tone lowers as she speaks, looking away from Kraven.
Jessie: "I know what happened to you. That woman committed an atrocious crime - and believe me, I wanted to see her pay for it. But I wouldn't have taken my vengeance the way you did. You had her right there, Matt. You could have finished the job yourself, if you'd had the guts. Instead, your act of strength - your retribution - became somebody else's dirty work."
He starts to speak, unconcerned with her misgivings, brushing them aside with a roll of the shoulder. But whatever he is about to say, the Diamond cuts him off, forceful in her passion.
Jessie: "No, Matthew Kraven, I won't accept your offer. Even if I wanted to, I already have a partner. I don't give up on people, and I haven't given up on you. I've honed my abilities by throwing everything into this business; I've given it my blood, my heart, and my soul... but without your vision and without your belief I wouldn't be standing where I am. I wouldn't hold this title."
Her right foot scoots to one side, catching the edge of her own case - propped up at the side of Matt's desk. She flickers her gaze toward it, then back onto his, a sad half-smile creeping across her lips.
Jessie: "If you keep acting the way you are, then there will be a reckoning between us. Do you think I want that? To be at war with the very man whose sponsorship has taken me to the top of my game?"
The question hangs in the air, doubt tainting the atmosphere of the room. Up and down his body her eyes wander, before coming to meet his assured stare. The smirk on his lips is infuriating; she knows this cannot end well. Not here. Not today. Heaving a sigh, she begins to turn away.
Jessie: "I came here looking for answers, but perhaps the only way you can convince me of anything is with your actions at Uprising. I'll see you in the ring."
As she turns, she leans down to seize up her coveted title. Halfway toward the door, halfway to leaving a conversation she never dreamed she'd be having, she halts and levels her gaze back at Matt Kraven. Her tone is dead now; and she simply states the next, stiff and emotionless.
Jessie: "By the way... if Psychotica pins me on Sunday, I'm no longer the Adrenaline champion. She is. I'd like you to make that official."
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Post by President Matt Kraven on Jul 22, 2009 12:26:16 GMT -4
>>Kraven puts his hand up in the air, to stop Jessie before she walks out the door.<<Matt Kraven: That's fine, if you want to put that Adrenaline Title on the line with Psychotica in the match Sunday, that's fine, it's official. >>Kraven now pulls a small business card out of his back pocket, and walks toward Jessie, holding it out to her.<<Matt Kraven: Jessie, take this...it's my card. You know...just in case. Just in case you need anything. Just in case you decide to...change your mind. Just take it, and maybe think about it. I know I will... >>Matt now takes the card, and slides it down her front pocket, as Jessie doesn't take her eyes off of Matt's face. Matt then pats her shoulder, turns, and walks back toward his desk.<<
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Post by terrybgoode on Jul 22, 2009 12:54:19 GMT -4
The conflicted Diamond does not bat a lash as Kraven slips the glossy card into her jacket. She doesn't even remove her eyes from his, watching him steadily. The implication is insulting, but his demeanour, that cool composure, lets him get away with the gesture. Up until his hand descends on her shoulder. Without thinking, she actually moves to swipe it away - striking air as the reaction comes too late. He is already en route back to his desk.Jessie: "I already know where to find you." It comes out with a trace of humour, chagrined smirk tugging at her mouth as she watches him stroll away. Idly, she reaches to her breast pocket, pulling the card out and glancing down at it. The stylish gloss holds no surprises. She snorts softly.Jessie: "There's nothing to think about..." Silence hangs in the air, somehow clouding the thoughts more than if there were a crowd, an audience reacting. Instead of the gentle whirr of cameras rolling - a sound that fades so far into the background that it makes no odds. Jessie hesitates in this void for several seconds that seem much longer than they are. She leaves without speaking further, consciously unaware that she's slipped the card back into her pocket. The door closes with a surreptitious click.The end?
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Post by President Matt Kraven on Jul 22, 2009 13:25:38 GMT -4
>>The camera now turns back to Matt, who is finally taking a seat at his desk. He is still looking at the door, as if Jessie is still standing there. He has a smirk painted on his face.<<Matt Kraven: ...or maybe there is something to think about.
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