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Post by dakota on Jul 8, 2010 22:17:06 GMT -5
" So Robert, if I may call you that," the gentleman in the suit identifying himself only as Mr. Domichelli smiled, " That is my offer. I know what you are capable, and I think twenty five plus bonuses per fight is fair. I'll even give you opportunity to fight whenever you feel you are able. does this seem like an amicable arrangement?"
Behind the Mr. Domichelli stood another man, even larger than Robert and built like a tank. He job here was obvious.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 9, 2010 2:05:46 GMT -5
Robert, wearing his training sweats, looked over Mr. Domichelli and his personal bodyguard. *He don't look so tough. I've seen bigger. Hell, I've been hit by bigger.* "Yeah, you've got yourself a deal. When's payday?" *Talk tough and you don't get walked on here, Rob* "I've got some...things that need picking up." Robert switches his weight between feet.
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Post by dakota on Jul 9, 2010 7:04:29 GMT -5
Domichelli chuckled," You will be paid when you win fights. Not ..."
He was cut off by a gorgeous young woman carrying a pair of shopping bags. " Daddy, I've been waiting in the car for ten minutes now."
Mr. Domichelli smiled visciously," My daughter, Terri." He turned to face her and unleashed an outburst of not quite spanish, which silenced the girl and sent her packing towards the car, followed by the bodyguard at a nod. The older man returned his attention to Robert," Pardon the interruption. Now, when can we start?"
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Post by HSummers on Jul 9, 2010 12:33:13 GMT -5
Robert notices as Terri walks in and stays focused on her as she walks back out. *Huh. Nice.* He turns his head back to Mr. Domichelli. "We can start immediately. Like I said, I've got things that need picking up. I'll be here in the gym most days. So you know where to find me."
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Post by dakota on Jul 11, 2010 6:21:58 GMT -5
"Ahem" Domichelli cleared his throat, clearly not impressed. " My daughter is off limits, unless you want to see how long you can hold your breath, you read me?" It was clear that the man was serious. " I will have a car pick you up at nine ( four hours) for your trial fight. If you make an impression, we will continue our business agreement. either way you will be paid, provided you survive of course. Stranger things have happened." He smirked.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 11, 2010 13:25:00 GMT -5
Robert looks at Mr. Domichelli, not letting it register on his face that the threat carried through. "Loud and clear. And don't worry about me. I'm a survivor."
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Post by dakota on Jul 11, 2010 14:19:04 GMT -5
" Good, the car won't wait for you, so don't be late." Mr. domichelli replied, motioning to his muscle it was time to leave. The bigger man let Domichelli get ahead of him before speaking to Robert," You heard the boss. You don't even look at Miss Domichelli the wrong way, or you and me are gonna have a long conversation." somehow, the muscle's left hand changed into a huge sledge that he waivered at Robert before following his boss.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 12, 2010 3:03:35 GMT -5
Robert looked down at the shapeshifting hand while thinking *Holy crap, this guy's got metas on the payroll.* However, he just lets the word "Cute" out of his mouth.
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Post by dakota on Jul 12, 2010 4:33:08 GMT -5
It was about that time that Robert realized Terri was staring at him through the plate glass windows from alongside a waiting limo, or was until Domichelli spoke and she climbed into the car, only to drive away once her father and his bodyguard climbed in.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 13, 2010 3:23:12 GMT -5
Robert kept his eyes locked onto Terri the whole time she was staring at him. *More trouble than its worth. But...wow, that is a woman.* He heads to the punching bag and starts to go to town on it.
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Post by dakota on Jul 13, 2010 16:02:08 GMT -5
The regular crowd filtered into the gym as Robert worked out. One of the regulars Robert knew by the name Walt, was in the ring shadow boxing. As he turned towards Robert, he motioned his hands in a beckoning goad and a big smirk. It wasn't the first time Walt had tried to entice Robert to spar.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 13, 2010 19:06:43 GMT -5
Robert waved him off with a single ungloved hand. "You're too tough, Walt. A natural bruiser. I wouldn't last a minute."
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Post by dakota on Jul 14, 2010 5:12:30 GMT -5
Walt chuckled as he moved to lean on the ropes. " Aww, I scare you?" He mocked. " You know who that guy you were talking to is, right?"
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Post by HSummers on Jul 14, 2010 13:58:27 GMT -5
He looks up at Walt and says "Care to fill me in?"
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Post by dakota on Jul 15, 2010 5:11:58 GMT -5
Walt laughed. " Man, that was Nilo Domichelli. You know, the mobster? He's on the news all the time for the cops trying to catch him at something."
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