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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2016 18:59:55 GMT -5
Since January, Layton Wescott had busted his rear end to ensure his word was built upon something Headquarters could rely on and the success of Ignition did just that. Despite his success in the financial department within the company, running a show was an entirely different monster that required more hustle and dedication than they had ever seen from him. Yet, here he was... five months into leading Thursday Night Ignition and only days away from the hosting the third edition of Xtreme All Access- this one arguably the biggest over the previous two. SuperBrawl Ten was a significant milestone for the company and opening the biggest show of the year was not something to be taken lightly. And so, Wescott did what he did best... buttoned his blazer, knotted the tie around his neck, and hit the office to ensure everything would be in smooth working order.
After a few meetings to clear up a contract dispute with a former employee, Syndergaard, Wescott shot a text to one of his newest acquisitions. One of few that he had personally introduced to the Xtreme Hardcore Wrestling world.
"Apologies for the short notice but I require a meeting with you before lunch. When can you be here?"
TBC BY @saylor
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 14:30:51 GMT -5
Saylor St. James had just finished getting settled into the women's shared locker room, when the side of her duffle bag began to vibrate. Reaching down, she yanked her mobile device from it's pocketed confinement and glanced at the screen. Her spirits soared instantlyβit was Layton Wescott, the esteemed General Manager of Thursday Night Ignition and the man who had graciously helped in introducing her to Xtreme Hardcore Wrestling. She bit her lower lip to suppress her reaction, as she quickly tapped away a response.
No apologies necessary, Mr. Wescott! I'm already in the building and would be more than happy to meet with you now.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2016 18:42:47 GMT -5
Layton's phone buzzed on his desk, prompting him to reach out and unlock it. With a very small grin, Wescott swiped away on his touch screen before shooting a message right back to his newest rookie.
"Excellent. Head on over to my office, I've already informed Marsha of your expected arrival."
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2016 12:59:42 GMT -5
Minutes later, the Rhode Island native found herself down the hall from Layton Wescott's office. A full-length mirror was propped against some crated equipment, allowing Saylor St. James to examine her appearance. After smoothing out her dove white skirt and royal blue blazer, she drew a breath, her eyes gleaming with a hidden strength and power. Saylor gave a quick quarter turn, becoming satisfied with her presentation, before being on her way. Emerging into the office, she approached the front desk with a polite smile.
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β Hello, Marsha! Saylor St. James here to see Mr. Wescott. He's requested my presence.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2016 13:38:51 GMT -5
The elder woman smiled back politely.
Marsha: Yes, absolutely. He's waiting right inside.
Marsha nodded toward the open door. Inside, she could clearly see Layton Wescott sat on one of his leather couches in the office. His eyes w directed to something on the wall- most likely a monitor.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2016 12:39:29 GMT -5
The Pearl of Pro Wrestling gave a thankful nod, before striding past the front desk and into the domain of Layton Wescott. The office was as neat as a pin, an array of journals lined up within the edges of the bookshelves, the comfortable, masculine leather furniture providing a cozy air. Saylor's arrival caught the older gentleman's attention, and she walked toward him, a slender hand extended.
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Wescott.
Her eyes were seemingly filled with happiness, the smile on her face breathtaking in its beauty. A charade for those watching.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2016 19:01:32 GMT -5
Wescott shot up from the couch and extended his hand to meet hers, ensuring to be as gentle as possible with his hand while his thumb gently rubbed the top of hers. A rare smile spread across his face as he responded while he released her hand.
Wescott: As is mine, Saylor. Please, take a seat.
He laid his hand toward the couch before heading toward the door. With one look to Marsha, he nods with stern look before closing it. Wescott turned back to Miss St. James with his hands stretched out from his sides.
Wescott: I haven't had a chance to congratulate you. [ drops arms to his side ] Your debut on the last Ignition was absolutely compelling- a choice I'm glad I made. Your debut must have had the women's locker room talking.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2016 16:33:34 GMT -5
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β I surely hope so, Mr. Wescott. The last thing I'd ever want to be is a disappointment in your eyes. I know how important it is to you that the Eden Division feature the very best in women's wrestling.
Saylor accepted his friendly offer, as she made her way over toward the expensive sofa. Upon sitting on its fine leather exterior, she crossed her left leg over her right knee, riding her skirt a little higher to flaunt her toned thighs.
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β With that said, I think my impromptu match came as a surprise, not only to the fans, but also the women in the locker room; and who doesn't love a good surprise? [ a kittenish smirk ] I know I do.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 0:24:00 GMT -5
Wescott is able to get a good look at those long legs of hers while her attention was away. However, the moment her eyes shifted back his, his eyes followed.
Wescott: Oh absolutely. As long as it ends in my satisfaction, that is. Surprises that produce anger are... well, not wanted quite frankly. But that is the same for anyone, I believe.
He takes a seat at the center of the other couch, just opposite from her. He smooths out the cushion to his right with the palm of his hand while he continued.
Wescott: I'm not as crazy about perfection as Harrison is, however [ eyes shift up, hands folded in lap ] I do expect the best from everyone under me. And with the amount of people that have come and gone since the return of Ignition, it's not every day that someone can show me their best on day one.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 12:07:49 GMT -5
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β Oh, I promise you'll always get my best, Mr. Wescott. After all, a man of your stature and position deserves that and so much more. Everything you've done for this company behind the scenes, and now with Thursday Night Ignition, hasn't gone overlooked. In fact, I'm sort of in awe by you. [ a flustered laugh ] You're an incredible leader, and it's a shame nobody gives you the respect you command for all of your efforts.
Saylor looked down at her lap, unable to hold his gaze. Her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink, coming across vulnerable to the authority figure. Then again, that's what she wanted. She peered up through her lashes.
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β I just want you to know that I don't take this opportunity lightly; to be underneath you. Everything I do will be to cater to your utmost satisfaction, Mr. Wescott. [ nibbles her lower lip ] You have my word.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 23:02:56 GMT -5
Now that caught his attention. So much so, a legit smile slowly crept across his lips.
Wescott: I've got to admit, Saylor... I'm impressed with your attitude. I just wish the rest of the roster had your admiration for me and desire to ensure my satisfaction.
He raised his chin slightly as he studied her- those blue eyes, soft lips, and perfectly shaped cheeks had suddenly stood out to him. Maybe it was the lighting, the way she said things, or that look she had- he wasn't sure. All he knew was no one spoke so highly of him as she did and features of hers began to pop in front of him.
Wescott: Then again... your attitude is rather unique and unequaled. Label me as intrigued.
He said with a look that no one in the company had seen before. Saylor had a way about her, a way that was able to strip away his hard-nosed tactics and magically soften him up a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 15:17:13 GMT -5
Saylor St. James ran a manicured hand over her thigh, radiating an irresistible sensuality, as she absorbed his praise. Her movements undoubtedly carried his attention, before she parted her lush lips and spoke in response.
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β If I've managed to intrigue you in this short amount of time, Mr. Wescott, imagine what I could do with more. [ tilts her head ] You implying that I pique your interest is enough to want to keep me going. I want to impress you, please you; I want to set a positive precedent moving forward, one that could be followed.
Her words were magnetic, drawing the authority figure in closer. But not only her words, her eyes; the depths of those cornflower blue orbs flummoxed any man. They were luminous, pretending to convey innocence and virtue.
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β I hope that sometime soon I can be more of a staple around here. I'd love to take on some kind of role, like an ambassador of sorts, to represent this renowned brand you've resurrected and redesigned.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 11:13:40 GMT -5
Wescott leaned forward, his interest in her only growing by the minute.
Wescott: An ambassador? I like the sound of that.
Wescott briefly squinted his eyes while he studied her again. There was some sort of tension between the two and he sensed it. After verifying it, the General Manager stood to his feet and made his way over to her.
Wescott: Maybe we can make that happen sooner rather than later.
He begins to take a seat next to her when the intercom on his desk buzzed.
Marsha: Mister Wescottt? Castro is here for your meeting.
Wescott lets out an annoyed sigh, then flashed a smile at Saylor.
Wescott: I'm sorry... but we'll have to continue this conversation another time. Maybe in a more... private setting.
He didn't give her a chance to respond as he heads straight to his desk to answer Marsha.
Wescott: Send him in.
He slowly heads back to Saylor and offers his hand to her for assistance.
Wescott: I'd like you to meet someone.
She takes his hand to stand just as the door swings open. Castro Spriggs heads right in with that big smile of his, heading straight for the General Manager with a hand reached out.
Castro | Mister Wescott! Good to see you again.
The two shake hands with Castro's eyes immediately darting over to the beautiful blonde.
Wescott: Good to see you as well. Saylor, this is Castro Spriggs- XHW Legend and trainer for Harrison Parker the Third. Castro... this is-
Castro | -Saylor Saint James- Of course.
Castro reaches a hand out for a shake, just as Sayid enters the room.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2016 17:01:58 GMT -5
Her blue eyes were flecked with every shade of the color, and they seemed to grow lighter as she slid her hand into his. Castro's hand was strong and wide, yet pliable. Saylor couldn't help but gush, her teeth blaring platinum white.
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β It's a pleasure, Mr. Spriggs. [ releases his hand ] I've always admired your work.
She watched him intently, finding herself mesmerized by his presence. After all, he was the type of man that the Rhode Island native latched herself onto; he was accomplished, handsome, and well-versed. Their eyes locked, as if they recognized a connection, but Saylor quickly ended the intimate contact upon sensing another gaze on her.
SAYLOR ST. JAMES β Ah, and you must be Sayid, am I right? [ smirks at him ] Tell me, how is it working so close with the wonderful man behind Thursday Night Ignition? It must be the best gig you've ever had, I'm sure.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2016 17:12:18 GMT -5
Sayid doesn't respond with words but rather a squint of his eyes. Clearly, he saw something the other two didn't. Sensing his uneasy feeling, Layton spoke up for him.
Wescott: Excuse Sayid. He doesn't understand the word "manners". But then again... it's probably best that the head of Security doesn't.
Layton was unsuccessful in breaking Sayid's eyes that were locked on her. However, Castro spoke up to gain her full attention.
Castro | I saw your debut. Pretty impressive. You're in the Lumberjill Match too, right? You must be feeling on top of the world- even if it's just being a Jill. I mean... SuperBrawl Ten is a big deal.
He says with a wide smile.
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