Different...

[President Matt Kraven]

>>The scene opens inside of the old office of President Matt Kraven. Doesn't look the same anymore. Dark, empty, and vacant. But suddenly, the darkness is broken by a straight line of light. The camera turns to see...the door is opening. A head peaks into the door, and takes a look around. It's obviously, Matt Kraven. He has somewhat of a smile on his face. Not knowing whether to be happy he's back in his old office, or to be sad from the memories, the distant memories from the office. He takes a step into the room, and flips on the lights.<<

Matt Kraven: Wow. It's been so long...too long. So many memories. So many frustrations.

>>Matt looks into the camera.<<

Matt Kraven: Well, I guess it's in the hands of everyone else now... I left the invitations. Let's see who shows up. They all k now where to find me. Although it is a lot different than it used to be.

>>Matt looks over, and sees an old folding chair, sitting almost in the middle of the room. He walks over, and sits down on it, looking toward the door.<<

[anyone can respond]

[genocide]

A man walks into the room, as he starts clapping, only the top half of him can be seen, his face not visable to the camera but the rest is seen, it looks as if he is wearing a suit of some kind, a dark suit at that. He walks in and takes a seat on the chair as Matt Kraven looks shocked to see this person, and still the camera chooses not to show the persons face leaving a mystery to us all.

"Now, whats an invitation without those that aren't wanted? Those that didn't make the cut or the list? Are they shunned away like a Jack Kerouac book on a bookshelf, are they denied their on fate?"

Kraven with a dumb-founded look on his face either in shell-shock because of this person or their appearance as he keeps looking confused, as Kraven begins to speak the man standing in the chair then continues speaking.

"I want be denied my fate or will to be. I will be only what I have been, an unwanted soul in society, but, that today is where we draw the line, we start anew; breathing new life. You see Kraven, I haven't been one for casual conversation but, I have learned my ways since the departure and relaized what I must do and the road I must follow. But, I take your invitation although I never got one anyway and nor do I care that I may not be wanted. I follow my own rules and if anyone dares to step in my way..."

The man simply stands up and adjusts his suit still the man cannot be seen, as the camera then pulls back to Kraven looking on at the camera.

[Brandi Moore]

* OOC: This is not going off of Genocide's post at all. Sorry, but I had something planned out for this. Not trying to ignore Genocide, just saying this would have simply been after Genocide had been in the office.

:: We see a dark hallway. Looks to be pretty quiet. Vacant. Except one thing. One thing that completely stands out. One of the most beautiful people you've ever seen...or ever dreamed of. Former FFP superstar/Commissioner/Hall of Famer/Diamond Champion/etc...Brandi Moore. Brandi is wearing tight dark blue jeans, with black high heels clicking with every step she takes. She's wearing a tight hot pink halter top, with the simple word, "HOT" in all caps, in thick black letters printed right over her large breasts. She has a bunch of bracelets on one arm, and with the other, she's holding a cell phone, talking to someone she obviously knows well, while searching down the hallway.

Although she's been down this hallway many times...hell, she's had sex in this hallway many times, when no one was around, except for the person she was knocking boots with...she felt lost. Looking in every direction, trying to get a sense of where she is. Of course, it's been quite a while since she's been here. And knocking boots? It's been quite a while in this hallway...in this person's office that she's looking for. But maybe today is cause for a celebration. A celebration screw...a celebration, dare I say it, fuck... ::

Brandi Moore: No Taylor, I got the letter. It was signed by him. He said it's back. It's coming back. So I'm here trying to find him. It's been too long. I miss the feel of the mat. I miss ripping girls hair out. I miss the feel of that leather wrapped around my waist.

:: Brandi stops, and listens to the person on the other end, obviously her long time team mate, Taylor Clawson.::

Brandi Moore: Yeah, I like to wrap my legs around things too, but that's not here nor there. Now shut up...

:: Brandi finds the door she was looking for. It's cracked open. She looks scared, but excited. She bites her lip for a second. ::

Brandi Moore: Gotta go, I found it!

:: She hangs up without listening for a "goodbye". She stuffs the flip phone into her back pocket. It fits tight, and the jeans wrap around the shape of the phone because of the beautiful shape of her round and sexay ass.

Brandi now puts one hand out, slowly touching the door. She brings her hand back for a second, as if to have a second thought for a split second. Then she pushes it open. The view is now behind her, and we see President Matt Kraven immediately stand as if he was about to fall over from what he's just seen.::

Matt Kraven: Brandi! Oh my...

:: Brandi doesn't say a word. She walks up to Matt, with the sexy strut that only she can do. She places her index finger gently on Matt's lips as to shush him. She looks into his eyes. It looks as if he's ready to melt already.::

Brandi Moore: It's been too long hun. Way too long.

:: Brandi moves her finger away from his lips. A single word attempts to escape from Matt's lips, but it's not audible. Brandi grabs him by his shirt, pulls him close, and kisses him on the lips. This small, peck of a kiss, slowly turns into a passionate long kiss...then it evolves into porno tongue on tongue. Brandi's hands are all over Matt's chest, all over Matt's back, pulls at his shirt. Matt's the same way, running his hands up and down Brandi's flat sexy tummy, up to her breasts, which are pressed against Matt. Kraven wants to stop, but he doesn't. After about a solid minute of a porno make out session, it slows down. Matt breaks the silence, although out of breath.::

Matt Kraven: Wow. Didn't expect that.

Brandi Moore: What would you expect? It's us Matt. You should have known I'd have to have you. I've had you so many times in this exact office. Now, shall we...

:: Brandi pulls Matt close again. But this time, as they begin to kiss again, Brandi kicks the door shut, leaving the cameraman outside, only to hear the sound of the lock on the door latch, and the sounds of what we would assume to be the beginning of yet another time of Brandi having Matt yet again, in the same office.::

[terrybgoode]

As Brandi Moore holds her own... special reunion with President Kraven, the halls of Full Force Pro ring with another set of footsteps. Heavy wrestling boots beat the polished floor in an even, confident rhythm. The dejected cameraman turns to the approaching noise, panning around and then up to take in the figure of FFP's former world heavyweight champion; Jessie Clinton.

Other than her wrestling gear, the returning Diamond wears a faded denim jacket, left open to leave uncovered the glaring, empty spot at her waist. The spot where there ought to be a belt. Her hair, once more blonde, is pulled into two loose pigtails to either side of her head. It has been left to grow out during the past few months, and swishes back and forth with the swing of the young woman's step. It's a perky counterpoint to her expression, which is cool and relaxed, her eyes slowly scanning the corridor for the door she seeks.

But the sound reaches her ears first. Moans... groans, and- Jessie stops dead as a distinctly female shriek pierces the air. Exchanging a wide-eyed glance with the cameraman, she turns her back to Kraven's office with a faint snort.

Jessie: "Welcome home..."

Sarcastic, exasperated, she is still unable to bite back a little laugh as the lustful racket continues. Glancing again at the camera, she smiles, filtering out what she can and directing her words for the ears of one person only. She knows he'll be watching; once he's done with his 'working lunch'.

Jessie: "Well, Matthew Kraven, you called and I answered. Can you hear yourself right now? Yeah. I'd be lying if I said I've missed you, but what I have missed is the fans; I've missed them, I've missed Full Force Pro, and I've missed the title that I earned with my blood and my sweat."

Releasing a sigh, she tosses her head, turning her gaze heavenward for a moment before it returns to the camera. Her lips pull into a playful smirk as she gestures around her waist.

Jessie: "You owe me, Kraven. We'll talk later."

With a twitch of her nose and a lazy wink, Jess spins on her heel and appears to start walking away. But she hesitates, and reaches up to undo her pigtails. Quickly and deftly, she adjusts her hair into a single ponytail. The spare hairband is slipped silently around the doorknob next to her. It's no empty gesture. The band is decorated with a tiny piece of moulded plastic, shaped into the word 'Jessie'. A token for the lovers.

A moment later she's on her way back down the corridor, leaving behind the debauchery she last left behind less than twelve months ago. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

[President Matt Kraven]

>>Things have seemed to settle down now. A few short hours ago, the sounds were dirty...naughty...something you'd hear in a late night dirty Cinemax flick. But it's done now. Brandi has since left, and Matt is still sitting in his office. He takes a deep breath, wondering what has went wrong, and why the turn out isn't that good. So far, Genocide and Brandi Moore have shown up. So far, a newcomer by the name of Joseph Danielson has signed up. And he's heard that Brandi's best friend, Taylor Clawson, is coming back. But no Alexander Monroe, no Jessie Clinton, no Samantha Fox, and no Devon Thomas? What the hell happened?<<

Matt Kraven: What happened? Did I do something wrong? Did I not send the invites to the right people?

>>Matt stands. Looking frustrated, he heads for the door, just to get out of the office for a minute. A while ago, it was a room filled with pleasure, and loud screaming...but now, it's a room filled with discouragement, and with frustration. Matt scoots the chair back from behind him, and opens up the door. He takes another look toward the windows, hoping to see someone pulling in, but no one. He reaches around to the other side of the door, and places his hand on the door knob. He feels something. Curiously, he looks down. A hairband. The piece of plastic holding the band together reads "Jessie". Kraven slips it off of the knob, and stairs at it, holding it in one hand. He smiles, staring at the hairband. Then he brings it closer to his face. As a man sniffing an attractive woman's hair, Matt sniffs the hairband. His smile stays, as he continues holding onto the hairband. Then, he slips it around his wrist, using it as a bracelet. He knows that Jessie stopped by, and most likely heard the business that Brandi and himself were taking care of. But right now, Brandi is the last thing on his mind. Now Matt knows there's more hope for FFP. Because the former FFP World Heavyweight Champion Jessie Clinton was here, and this hairband has to mean, that she's back...<<

Matt Kraven: Oh Jessie...

>>Kraven smiles. Then he turns, and shuts is office door, heading back in to wait for more talent.<<

[josephdanielson]

This was typed out fairly quick. I just wanted to get something up. And I got Mr. Kraven's permission before posting, since I use him in it...

Enjoy.


||President Kraven is back in his office, when there is a knock at the door. Kraven ahs obviously been frustrated because of the lack of turnout by the "FFP Originals". But today, Matt gets a visit from someone far from an original. Honestly, he's the newest of new. But new isn't a bad thing. New means fresh. New means hot. New means, revolutionary. And that's just what this new guy is, revolutionary. Changing the world of professional wrestling with every single match. This new revolutionary superstar, is named Joseph Danielson. Kraven seems to perk up for a minute, at the knock. Until Danielson peaks his head in.||

Joseph Danielson: Mr. Kraven, can I come in?

President Kraven: Yeah, come on in.

||By now, Kraven has brought more into the office. A desk, a chair. Although it still doesn't seem like 'home', he has more comfort.||

Joseph Danielson: Look sir, I know that I'm not one of the originals. I know that I'm not this Alexander guy, or this Devon guy. And I know you don't have a past with me. But Mr. Kraven, if you just give me an opportunity, I will show you what I can do. I will show you how I can win over a crowd, how I can set the roof on fire, how revolutionary I am.

||Kraven, still seeming somewhat down, smirks at the young kid. Kraven has been there. He's been that eager youngster, that hungry superstar that wanted to climb his way up the mountain, up the ladder.||

President Kraven: Joseph, you'll have an opportunity. I guarantee it. I believe you will show me what you can do, and I'm looking forward to it.

Joseph Danielson: Thank you Mr. Kraven. Thank you very much. And I can tell you know, I like this place, and although we aren't kicking just yet, I can tell you that I will be loyal to FFP, and help as much as I can, at bringing this place back on top.

President Kraven: Thank you Joseph. I'm glad to hear that.

||President Kraven stands from his chair, and offers his hand out to Joseph for a handshake. Joseph quickly accepts the handshake, before nodding at Kraven, and leaving his office.||