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Post by .::Beauty::. on Sept 2, 2010 14:02:13 GMT -5
[Single Match] Natalie Burrows Vs. Gavin Matthews
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Monday September 6th 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Tuesday September 7th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: Last week Matthews delivered what might be the final blow in "ridding TGW of AJ Adams". This week Fireson must battle the hitman of Alli Taylor. One can only assume she's trying to shoot him up the ranks and get him in line for a title shot of sorts and take out a new enemy in Burrows.
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Post by kris on Sept 6, 2010 18:58:06 GMT -5
Gotta admit... the little bugger's cute.
Much like the rest of Natalie's home, the style of the living room is a blend of country chic and classic style. Predominantly decorated in a blend of soft blues and coral, the centerpiece of the room is a massive white marble fireplace that is being put to good use, an elegant wrought iron screen placed in front of the flames to prevent any stray embers from making their way out. The Southern Belle and her manager - a man by the name of Carlos Diaz - sit upon an overstuffed sofa with comfortable distance between them, Natalie's legs crossed primly beneath one of her long denim skirts while Carlos has taken a more casual, sprawled-out approach. A pair of Wedgewood tea cups sit upon matching saucers on the mahogany coffee table, their steaming contents ignored in favor of aforementioned 'little bugger' who has just finished washing Carlos' hands for him. It's been awhile since Samson became far too large to be called small in any way, shape or form; for now, though, the adorable bundle of black fur is content to be admired regardless of the tone involved. Leaning forward a little, Natalie's smile is gentle as she scritches behind one of the Newfoundland's ears.
Yeah, he really is. He's got a lot of growing to do, though, so I don't know if he'll stay that way. I think he will, though...
The attempt to start conversation falls flat, of course; all it takes to derail it is a rather firm look from her manager. By now, it's truly sunk in that he's still not very pleased with her. There's a tense silence that reigns for a moment, the blond fidgeting a little beneath the weight of Carlos' gaze... but it is broken when he sighs, shaking his head. There's an almost paternal sort of concern in his voice when he speaks - whether it's genuine or not is up for interpretation, of course, but one would certainly lean toward the former.
I'm not being mean, Natalie... but you do see where I'm coming from, right? We both saw how badly things went for you the last time you went to visit your mom. You can't keep doing this to yourself - you deserve better than to be treated like shit, y'know?
Another tense pause... the blond leans forward a little, blue eyes full to overflowing with a maelstrom of emotions that she only barely keeps from overtaking her voice.
Yes, Carlos, I know… but I can't just abandon her and let her kill herself. Even if she's not quite the woman that raised me anymore, she's still my mom, and I love her no matter what she says or does. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try to help.
He's weighing her input and, judging by the expression on his face, he just might be accepting her explanation as valid reasoning for her to go against his advice. After a moment, he nods.
He's weighing her input and, judging by the expression on his face, he just might be accepting her explanation as valid reasoning for her to go against his indirect orders. After a moment, he nods.
You haven't given me reason to doubt you, so I won't... but don't think that you can just put your career on the back burner for this business. Your match against Gavin Matthews is easily one of the most important matches you've had so far in your career, Natalie - even if he's a no-talent egomaniac, you can't afford to be distracted.
Oh, I doubt that Mister Matthews is as talentless as you say... even if he is a bit on the self-important side, he did win his debut--
Only because Alli tossed him a lame duck of an opponent.
It is the Southern Belle's turn to give her manager a stern look, Carlos going silent. It seems that, even though she was in a bit of trouble with him, she wasn't going to tolerate his usual rudeness.
Whether that is the case or not, to speak poorly of him simply because of his ties with management is downright ridiculous. It's almost as ridiculous as the thought of me accepting Miss Taylor's demands after what she did to Ga--
A rather firm knock on the door interrupts her before she has the chance to continue. She is quick to rise, straightening her skirt as she does.
If you'll excuse me for a moment..?
Carlos nods, turning his attention back to the puppy that has been sitting obediently at his feet. The Newfoundland lets out an adorable bark as Natalie strides out into the foyer, bare feet gliding across the hardwood floor. The sight that greets her eyes when she opens the door is almost enough for her to close it immediately, but Southern politeness wins out. Marty Donovan stands on her welcome mat with a cheesy smile on his face and a shoddily-made birdhouse in his hands. On the front lawn, Andrew Karnage can be seen watching what will surely be on the car wreck level of entertainment when it comes to the Rising Sun. Putting on a polite smile that is about as warm as a winter's wind, Natalie clears her throat to force Marty's eyes up to meet her own gaze instead of being locked on her chest.
Good afternoon, Mister Donovan. Can I help you?
Actually, Natalie, it is I that can help you. I heard from a little birdie that you're doing some remodeling and I thought that you could use my expertise. Now I know that words don't mean much when it comes to such things, so I've got a finished project of mine right here for you to get a good look at!
With a flourish, he presents his prime example of carpentry to the blond, holding it right up close to her nose. It's pretty obvious that Marty didn't make it, what with how it's still got the Home Depot logo burned into the wood on one side... and if that wasn't enough, something is written above it in messy black Sharpie, a word that Natalie cannot help but read aloud.
Tommy..?
Realizing that the original owner's name of the birdhouse is visible to the Southern Belle, Marty quickly turns it so the lettering is facing away from her before continuing.
A-Anyway, since you're such a beautiful young lady, I would be more than willing to do all of the work you need done around the house for half of what you're paying those other guys - and I'll even do it shirtless, just for you. So whaddya say?
Marty cannot help but flex a little as he asks that last question, his eyebrows wraggling a little as well. There's a moment's pause, although it isn't for consideration of any sort; instead, one gets the distinct impression that the blond is doing her best to keep her lunch in her stomach. Once she's got that squared away, she manages an apologetic smile.
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I've already hired--
You don't need them! You have me and this Mormon. He raises barns like all the time.
There's an awkward pause; while Andrew sighs and rolls his eyes in the background, Natalie's smile wavers.
...while I appreciate the offer, Mister Donovan, I'm sorry to say that the construction finished last year.
Oh... is that so?
Yes, sir, it is. I'll keep you in mind for next ti--
Pfft, you know that you can't trust Southern construction - I'm surprised your house hasn't fallen over! Those dumb yokels can't do anything right.
I... beg your pardon?
It takes an incredulous look from the Southern Belle for Marty to figure out that he just made a big mistake.
I m-meant when it came to building houses! There's nothing wrong at all with how the South makes fine, fine women like you, Natalie... y'know, that are just the right amount of innocent to make a man want to bend her over a fence and--
Before he can backpedal any further, Natalie has closed the door. Kicking the siding, Marty hurls that pilfered birdhouse out of sight. Andrew rolls his eyes, clearly not sympathetic to the Rising Sun's plight.
Goddammit, why is it so hard to get past that first step and into her bed?! If I don't figure out a way, then that kid Jamie--
Oh would you shut up? It's not hard at all to get in her house.
What would you know about courting women?
Andrew rolls his eyes, ignoring Marty's attempt to poke fun at him.
More than you do, obviously. Watch.
Stepping up to the door, Marty's former slave knocks on the door. Much like before, it's a minute's wait for Natalie to answer it. Opening the door a crack, she looks out with a wary expression that quickly melts into relief.
Ah, hello there Mister Karnage. What can I do for you?
I was just in the area, so I thought I'd drop by. Mind if I come in?
Why of course, sugah! I'll get more tea going. Don't mind the dog - he's still in the enthusiastic greeting phase...
Smiling at the possibility of a pleasant afternoon, Andrew follows the blond into her home, that smile turning into a sadistically gleeful smirk as he looks over his shoulder at a red-faced Donovan. Marty tries to ride in on Karnage's coat-tails, but the all-too-brief trip ends when the door slams in his face. His attempt at slipping in behind his former slave blocked, the Rising Sun curses and kicks the door a couple of times before turning around and stomping away in a huff - or rather, he tries to, but he misjudges the height of the steps and falls down them. Everything fades to black as he twitches, struggling to get to his feet.
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