Posted at 8:05 pm on Dec 23, 2013 by:
Alexander Arcane
We're in the Money!
With the biggest smile that anyone could ever imagine happened across The Promoter of CreatureWrestling: Alexander Arcane. The NSA now removed completely- Alex and DeadBlood reached the topmost floor to the massive CW Headquarters. After exiting the lift-- passing the Official Hall of Fame portraitures-- and into Alex's old office.... it was bitter sweet to say the very very least.
Alexander made his way over to his bar and looked around at his rack of alcoholic drinks.
Alexander Arcane: Care for something?
DeadBlood was surveying the office... he had heard of the real stories and rumors surrounding this very room... the office was like a penthouse and just adjacent to the room was a glass divider leading into the corporate conference room- where the fate of this sport would be discussed and executed. But even with all of this sinking in.... Deadblood reaches down and rubs the top plate of his newly won title. THE Title of Titles... the lure of this belt was almost intoxicating... he couldn't help but feel more powerful than he has ever been.... the company can just wait.... at least a little longer. Deadblood was, after all, inside of the heart of the company itself.... closer to Alex than anyone is.
Alexander Arcane: Awh hum. Care for something?
Deadblood: Oh. Um. Just glass of champagne will do nicely.
Alex is shaking the drinks in a container
Alexander Arcane: Awh. Nice choice... yes a drink meant to celebrate with. I'll have one myself.
Stands up and then looks around the case of belt Alexander stored away... he had noticed, just everso briefly, the spot where the CW Undisputed Title was once at... along with where the CWE Darkweight title was once at....
Deadblood: Can I ask you something [Alex nodded as he poured the drinks into the glasses] Wow this belt is magnificent. You outdid yourself Alexander. Truly did. I wonder, the plates are light as a feather yet stronger than a diamond. What are they made out of?
Walking over to where there were two sofas with a glass table in the center. DeadBlood follows, takes his drink and the two sit down....
Alexander Arcane: Mmmm [sips] that's a damn good drink!! Well. The title was specially made for it's purpose at representing the Absolute best in our business. And of course, money was no object. Heh.
The view changes from Alex over to the face of Deadblood who was gulping down his drink
Deadblood: Indeed it is. But you still didn't answer the question.
Alexander Arcane: Indeed I haven't. Well I cannot disclose all of my trade secrets but you'll laugh if I said it was forged by the fiery pits of hell and cooled by the light of the heavens.... Haaahhhaaaaaaaa!!!
DeadBlood laughs along with Alex... though, he still desired to know what was so special about that mesmerizing trance-like title belt!
