Post by boobytrap on Apr 20, 2020 11:53:49 GMT
Bethany Christian sits behind her extremely expensive desk, her well-manicured hands tented as she peruses the concept pitched to her by one of FAWN’s newer ‘Champions' ' Cassava Onika.
BETHANY CHRISTAIN
CASSAVA ONIKA
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The smiling Sanders-stan with the weaponized hips sat like a fancy lady with legs crossed at the knee, hands in lap, and a binder full of carefully researched data on the desk in front of her. When Bethany saw Cassava had scheduled a meeting she assumed it was the usual spiel she got from every other wrestler; “I want a title shot,” “I need time off,” “I want a raise,” not a proposal for a tv special at Daytona beach with match suggestions and projected returns.
Bethany breathes through her nose as she weighs her options, “...I am not going to lie to you, this is a SHOCKINGLY well-done proposal. I did not expect this from you.”
“Thank you,” Cassava tilts her head and smiles warmly, mentally putting aside that transparently backhanded compliment to list of things she’ll make the commissioner pay for, Bethany untents her hands and lays them flat on the projection sheets.
“FAWN’s first all beach fight event does sound promising, and the first tag team oil match in FAWN history is an attention-getter.” Ms. Christian pushes the binder slightly closer to Onika as she repels her office chair further from the desk,” But this isn’t a Beach Fighting circuit, one, maybe two matches a year but we have to draw the line between us and them. Not to mention I publicly shelved the Oil Pit. I can't just bring it back at the drop of a hat. It would seem like a lack of leadership, or that I was lying to heighten the excitement for this tag match of yours. Wrestling’s version of the Coke/New Coke stratagem.”
Cassava reaches down into her attache and pulls out another document filled folder, “FAWN overlapping into the Surf’s turf did occur to me, especially since you’ve been persona non grata among the beaches the last few years with you poaching some of their top stars.”
Christain restrained herself from arching an eyebrow, she wasn’t aware the Youtubing fangirl had that level of knowledge from this side of the business. Onika opened the folder to a picture of the Beach Fight Commissioner of Daytona, Glenn Close(no relation) a former competitor herself and could still work the swimwear.
“I actually trained for a bit in beach fighting under the current commissioner, lovely woman. A bit handsy.” Cassava covered the side of her face with the back of her hand and whispered her last statement jokingly. “We have her blessing to work her territory as a co-branded event, the first of its kind in over 15 years. She’ll make sure Molly O’Cannon is there with The Buccaneer’s Booty.”
Bethany couldn’t stop her eyebrows from making the jump this time. O’Cannon always had a vocal fanbase in Orlando and all the FAWN affiliates. But the busty swashbuckler had been lured away from a full-time contract by the (in her opinion) wannabe leagues. And worst of all Molly created a specialty match that set the Internet on fire that FAWN has never been allowed to film. The ring is built into the body of a pirate ship sailing miles off the coats. There are even ropes to swing from and bottles of rum within grabbing distance. Molly and the Beaches have been making bank on those ship fights and The HBIC wanted a piece!
Bethany rolls further into her desk, placing her elbows on its surface and interlacing her fingers, “You can guarantee Molly will appear AND fight on that floating death trap?”
“Absolutely, I have it in writing, Well, from Glenn, Molly just signed an X with a quill then stamped her insignia on it with hot wax.” Cassava points to the bottom right corner of the contract where a skull and crossbones with a pair of breasts have been imprinted in red wax bulged from the flat surface.
Cassava took out her phone and pressed play on an already queued up slideshow, a mix of panoramic views of beaches and oceans with series of extreme close up images that progressively zoom out, revealing them to be the oil pit, a wrestling ring, and an old ship.
“For months now I’ve been releasing clues at a slow pace across all my social media streams. My fanbase has been buzzing with theories and possibilities, so much that a few sites are posting articles trying to piece together the mystery. When the answer is revealed and we announce the PPV it’ll be perceived as a personal project FAWN enabled at a time when they were mending bridges.”
Narrowing her eyes at her employee, who seems to be in the starting throes of a coup, Bethany questioned cooly, “What if I decide this is too risky of an investment? All that build would lead to nothing.”
Cassava goes into the paperwork and skillfully takes out every page that entails short term and long term profit, “Could you really really look at all this potential profit at low risk and be a responsible business woman? Your reputation would take a bigger hit than mine.” Cassava Onika has been running her business since she was eight, her little media empire is the reason Ms.Christain took notice of her. Most people see her curves and bubbly attitude and assume she’s getting by with minimum effort, the truth was Cassava had a keen mind for business and behaviours. Something Bethany was coming to appreciate and be wary of in equal part.
Onika continues,” Also, my contract allows me to participate in other leagues and matches through the frame of my online show FAWN Finds; Daytona Beach fights can just have the event on their own and I can participate without Orlando. We’d make less money and it’d have a knock off oil pit but there’d still be a profit… for me anyway.”
“Hmmmm,” Truthfully Ms, Christain had already said yes in her mind, she just needed to check Onika’s sense of control at the moment.I already have West to deal with, I don’t need another one. She already has the board members singing her praises with that Halloween Hullabaloo nonsense and I can’t prove it but I know she tipped off the Upstarts in their contract negotiations. With her best poker face on, Bethany looked for weak points in the presentation to exert her influence.
Placing her arms out a bit more with hands flat on the desk, Bethany leans forward slightly giving Cassava a hint of her youthful cleavage as a power move. “Who do you have in mind for the Oil Pit match. Frenemies With Benefits vs….?”
Onika can’t stop herself from looking down Bethany’s shirt, she corrects herself quickly but she knows Bethany caught her looking, damn it. “Kanako and Trixie, they’re newbies to the pit too and Kanako’s got that good badass, babyface heat. Trixie’s always an attention-getter, and she has a lot of credibility with the diehard fanbase with the independent dates she’s been taking.”
The two women trade smiles that had no genuine warmth, Trixie’s slog of bookings in FAWN affiliates and unconnected companies was a punishment by the commissioner herself Not that it was public knowledge, but Bethany could tell she knew.
Drumming her fingers for a long 5 seconds Bethany sits back in her chair, “This sounds like a great opportunity, I’m in, but with one change. If this is the return of the Oil Pit it can’t be a friendly, flirty sparring match with your gal pals. I’ll pick the other team.
Cassava wasn’t too pleased with that caveat but she’ll take a near-total victory without complaint. “Who were you thinking?”
Bethany Christian clicks through roster profiles on her computer for a few moments before settling on a specific page. “The Wild Ones. They haven’t been a PPV in a while and Feral’s itching to redeem herself in the pit.”
Cassava didn’t know them personally, or even casually. The buzz in the back was that they were rowdy but amicable if you showed respect. “I can work with them, it’ll be a good visual on the poster. Yeah, I’m down.”
“Excellent!” Bethany extends her arm for a handshake which Cassava accepts. The commissioner applies some of her vaunted strength in her grip, letting the new meat know she could crush people in the ring and Cassava if she treads too far past the line. “You have a good sense of this, you ever blow out a cheek during a defence of your little booty belt I might hire you as a producer.”
Cassava responds cheerfully, “Why, thank you!” masking the pain of her fingers being caught in the steel vice of the former destroyer. “Hopefully I’m done that’ll be a long way off, there are plenty of faces I plan to sit on before I’m done.” They break their clasp on the implied threat and the appropriate paperwork to move the process along. The BMD Champion collects her things and makes way for the exit, “I’m looking forward to that match. We could have an epic but friendly rivalry in the mix, like Goku and Vegeta.”
Bethany waves a hand goodbye without looking away from her monitor screen, I don’t know who those are.”
BETHANY CHRISTAIN
CASSAVA ONIKA
"]The smiling Sanders-stan with the weaponized hips sat like a fancy lady with legs crossed at the knee, hands in lap, and a binder full of carefully researched data on the desk in front of her. When Bethany saw Cassava had scheduled a meeting she assumed it was the usual spiel she got from every other wrestler; “I want a title shot,” “I need time off,” “I want a raise,” not a proposal for a tv special at Daytona beach with match suggestions and projected returns.
Bethany breathes through her nose as she weighs her options, “...I am not going to lie to you, this is a SHOCKINGLY well-done proposal. I did not expect this from you.”
“Thank you,” Cassava tilts her head and smiles warmly, mentally putting aside that transparently backhanded compliment to list of things she’ll make the commissioner pay for, Bethany untents her hands and lays them flat on the projection sheets.
“FAWN’s first all beach fight event does sound promising, and the first tag team oil match in FAWN history is an attention-getter.” Ms. Christian pushes the binder slightly closer to Onika as she repels her office chair further from the desk,” But this isn’t a Beach Fighting circuit, one, maybe two matches a year but we have to draw the line between us and them. Not to mention I publicly shelved the Oil Pit. I can't just bring it back at the drop of a hat. It would seem like a lack of leadership, or that I was lying to heighten the excitement for this tag match of yours. Wrestling’s version of the Coke/New Coke stratagem.”
Cassava reaches down into her attache and pulls out another document filled folder, “FAWN overlapping into the Surf’s turf did occur to me, especially since you’ve been persona non grata among the beaches the last few years with you poaching some of their top stars.”
Christain restrained herself from arching an eyebrow, she wasn’t aware the Youtubing fangirl had that level of knowledge from this side of the business. Onika opened the folder to a picture of the Beach Fight Commissioner of Daytona, Glenn Close(no relation) a former competitor herself and could still work the swimwear.
“I actually trained for a bit in beach fighting under the current commissioner, lovely woman. A bit handsy.” Cassava covered the side of her face with the back of her hand and whispered her last statement jokingly. “We have her blessing to work her territory as a co-branded event, the first of its kind in over 15 years. She’ll make sure Molly O’Cannon is there with The Buccaneer’s Booty.”
Bethany couldn’t stop her eyebrows from making the jump this time. O’Cannon always had a vocal fanbase in Orlando and all the FAWN affiliates. But the busty swashbuckler had been lured away from a full-time contract by the (in her opinion) wannabe leagues. And worst of all Molly created a specialty match that set the Internet on fire that FAWN has never been allowed to film. The ring is built into the body of a pirate ship sailing miles off the coats. There are even ropes to swing from and bottles of rum within grabbing distance. Molly and the Beaches have been making bank on those ship fights and The HBIC wanted a piece!
Bethany rolls further into her desk, placing her elbows on its surface and interlacing her fingers, “You can guarantee Molly will appear AND fight on that floating death trap?”
“Absolutely, I have it in writing, Well, from Glenn, Molly just signed an X with a quill then stamped her insignia on it with hot wax.” Cassava points to the bottom right corner of the contract where a skull and crossbones with a pair of breasts have been imprinted in red wax bulged from the flat surface.
Cassava took out her phone and pressed play on an already queued up slideshow, a mix of panoramic views of beaches and oceans with series of extreme close up images that progressively zoom out, revealing them to be the oil pit, a wrestling ring, and an old ship.
“For months now I’ve been releasing clues at a slow pace across all my social media streams. My fanbase has been buzzing with theories and possibilities, so much that a few sites are posting articles trying to piece together the mystery. When the answer is revealed and we announce the PPV it’ll be perceived as a personal project FAWN enabled at a time when they were mending bridges.”
Narrowing her eyes at her employee, who seems to be in the starting throes of a coup, Bethany questioned cooly, “What if I decide this is too risky of an investment? All that build would lead to nothing.”
Cassava goes into the paperwork and skillfully takes out every page that entails short term and long term profit, “Could you really really look at all this potential profit at low risk and be a responsible business woman? Your reputation would take a bigger hit than mine.” Cassava Onika has been running her business since she was eight, her little media empire is the reason Ms.Christain took notice of her. Most people see her curves and bubbly attitude and assume she’s getting by with minimum effort, the truth was Cassava had a keen mind for business and behaviours. Something Bethany was coming to appreciate and be wary of in equal part.
Onika continues,” Also, my contract allows me to participate in other leagues and matches through the frame of my online show FAWN Finds; Daytona Beach fights can just have the event on their own and I can participate without Orlando. We’d make less money and it’d have a knock off oil pit but there’d still be a profit… for me anyway.”
“Hmmmm,” Truthfully Ms, Christain had already said yes in her mind, she just needed to check Onika’s sense of control at the moment.I already have West to deal with, I don’t need another one. She already has the board members singing her praises with that Halloween Hullabaloo nonsense and I can’t prove it but I know she tipped off the Upstarts in their contract negotiations. With her best poker face on, Bethany looked for weak points in the presentation to exert her influence.
Placing her arms out a bit more with hands flat on the desk, Bethany leans forward slightly giving Cassava a hint of her youthful cleavage as a power move. “Who do you have in mind for the Oil Pit match. Frenemies With Benefits vs….?”
Onika can’t stop herself from looking down Bethany’s shirt, she corrects herself quickly but she knows Bethany caught her looking, damn it. “Kanako and Trixie, they’re newbies to the pit too and Kanako’s got that good badass, babyface heat. Trixie’s always an attention-getter, and she has a lot of credibility with the diehard fanbase with the independent dates she’s been taking.”
The two women trade smiles that had no genuine warmth, Trixie’s slog of bookings in FAWN affiliates and unconnected companies was a punishment by the commissioner herself Not that it was public knowledge, but Bethany could tell she knew.
Drumming her fingers for a long 5 seconds Bethany sits back in her chair, “This sounds like a great opportunity, I’m in, but with one change. If this is the return of the Oil Pit it can’t be a friendly, flirty sparring match with your gal pals. I’ll pick the other team.
Cassava wasn’t too pleased with that caveat but she’ll take a near-total victory without complaint. “Who were you thinking?”
Bethany Christian clicks through roster profiles on her computer for a few moments before settling on a specific page. “The Wild Ones. They haven’t been a PPV in a while and Feral’s itching to redeem herself in the pit.”
Cassava didn’t know them personally, or even casually. The buzz in the back was that they were rowdy but amicable if you showed respect. “I can work with them, it’ll be a good visual on the poster. Yeah, I’m down.”
“Excellent!” Bethany extends her arm for a handshake which Cassava accepts. The commissioner applies some of her vaunted strength in her grip, letting the new meat know she could crush people in the ring and Cassava if she treads too far past the line. “You have a good sense of this, you ever blow out a cheek during a defence of your little booty belt I might hire you as a producer.”
Cassava responds cheerfully, “Why, thank you!” masking the pain of her fingers being caught in the steel vice of the former destroyer. “Hopefully I’m done that’ll be a long way off, there are plenty of faces I plan to sit on before I’m done.” They break their clasp on the implied threat and the appropriate paperwork to move the process along. The BMD Champion collects her things and makes way for the exit, “I’m looking forward to that match. We could have an epic but friendly rivalry in the mix, like Goku and Vegeta.”
Bethany waves a hand goodbye without looking away from her monitor screen, I don’t know who those are.”