Post by Lord Blake on Sept 30, 2016 11:28:14 GMT
“Lord Blake?”
The executive looks up from his clipboard and comments to himself how he thinks this could be the guy. With a bang, the bottom of a process blue UnderArmour basketball shoe hits the glass door of the highrise corner office and swings violently into the wall. Lord Blake trudges in holding the RSW Supreme Championship by its leather strap and tosses it onto the mahogany desk in the center of the room before throwing his feet onto the tabletop. While anyone else would be horrified by this, the executive is overjoyed with the entrance his potential client has just made.
“Ready Set Wrestle Supreme Champion Lord Blake! Thank you so much for pushing our meeting back until you re-acquired the championship belt.”
Lord nudges the belt with his foot.
“It’s probably lucky I have my belt back right now - who knows where it’ll end up next week, y’know?”
The excited exec shrugs at his response and glances at the clipboard.
“So Lord, I think you would be the perfect face for Fitbit in the Bay Area. You are starting to make a name for yourself around here and we want jump on board. I’m talking billboards on Union, posters in every sports store in the Bay, ads in every car of the BART system - all featuring your face and a Fitbit on your wrist. And the RSW Supreme Championship, of course.”
Lord rolls his eyes.
“Of course. I’m sure Mister and Missus Shawn Delise will love seeing their belt up on billboards around the city, especially when my face is next to it.”
“We're just really excited to have you on board. You're everything we look for in a brand ambassador: confident, charming, good-looking.”
Lord scoffs.
“Better do this photoshoot soon then. There's no telling if I’ll still look as good after next Thursday.”
The executive raises an eyebrow inquisitively.
“Wait, that didn't make sense out of context... I'm fighting my boss's wife next week.”
The executive stammers.
“Uh, oh, like, in a wrestling ring orrrr…”
“I mean, that's the plan but who knows. She gave herself this match and she's already made her best friend the referee. May as well give it another shitty stipulation, like a cage match, or a submissions-only match. Or both. Just me locked in a cage with two girls trying to make me submit.”
The executive opens his mouth to correct Lord.
“I don’t think that came out exactly how - ”
He’s cut off.
“They’ll have to keep stacking the deck like that if they want to put another tick in my Loss column. Ari can go right ahead and use her speed and aerial agility against me - I don’t have to chase her at all. If she wants Chaos to get another title shot, she has to beat me. Endurance, stamina and submission wrestling will only get her so far when her tiny frame can so easily be kept grounded. Arianny Delise can be read like a book in the ring. She loses her cool in no time and that’s when mistakes are made. And I’m very familiar with mistakes. I can capitalize on mistakes.”
The executive tries to get this conversation back on the rails.
“So how would you say you best represent Fitbit in your day-to-day - ”
Cut off again.
“This time there is no Hanalei to fail for me against these two. My Supreme Championship is living and dying by my own two fists and there is literally nothing they can throw at me to take away my claim to it.”
Lord snatches the belt from the table and holds it close.
“Archer wasn't able to keep it from me for long, so little Ari and that nutbar Chaos won't be able to either. This title belt will be prominent in your ads. Oh, as long as you're okay with a guy who beats up teenage girls being the face of your company.”
Well, that's it. The executive stands up and takes Lord by the arm, leading him out of the office. Lord just keeps talking though.
“I'm talking a real beating. Like, holding them up against the ringpost by the neck and just feedin’ ‘em shots, punching them in the face over and over. We’ll see how nutbar Chaos is after she just gets embarrassed by Ravey, but it'll be hilarious watching her count the pinfall that loses her own Supreme title shot.”
“Goodbye, Lord.”
