Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2018 21:48:17 GMT
BETHANY CHRISTIAN”:
Being the boss came with plenty of perks, one of which included having the best luxury suite in the house for any pay per view…
… and it positively galled Bethany Christian not to be using them.
Instead, the statuesque brunette had spent much of the evening surreptitiously watching from the suite’s doorway—and not the matches, but the party of three enjoying HER seats, and her hospitality. And the longer the night had progressed, the more the alcohol had seemed to be doing a number on the one male member of the party.
“Tell me again, Kim,” Christian asked the blonde who had just walked up beside her, “why am I indulging this obnoxious braggard?”
KIMBERLY LEONARD:
“Because,” the stunning, mature blonde known as Kimberly Leonard replied, “as much of a no-talent loudmouth as he was on the football, his daughter has the potential to turn your company on its ear.”
FAWN had one of the most renowned talent scouting departments in the business, and over the past 15 years, that department had struck gold countless times. Its record was certainly strong enough to offset the occasional misfire and ill-advised signing.
Kimberly Leonard wasn’t a member of that department.
As valuable as the talent scouts in her employ were, Bethany liked to occasionally here the opinions of those she had spent so many years working in rings with, all over the world. And Kim had always possessed rather an adept eye at evaluating newcomers to the business.
“You’re not normally one for overblown hyperbole, Kim,” Bethany noted.
“Thank you for noticing,” Leonard said with a wry smile. “Can’t say I’ve worked her myself, but I’ve been on a few cards with the kid, and gotten to see her up close. She’s special.”
Bethany arched an eyebrow. “How special?”
“A number of defenses into an IC title reign by this time next year special,” Kim said, matter-of-factly. “Quite possibly ready to challenge whoever’s holding the World title then.”
“Provided Daddy’s Twitter fingers don’t write checks her ass can’t cash?” the brunette executive asked.
“You haven’t SEEN her ass yet,” Kim answered with a smirk. “Trust me, it can cover A LOT…”
It was Bethany’s turn to smile and nod now. “Guess I should officially make my introductions…”
Venturing into her suite, Bethany got her best look at her trio of guests. The one man in the group was, perhaps given the way she and her colleague had just been discussing him, a surprisingly distinguished looking, slender, and fairly short (only about an inch taller than Christian) African American, the sprinkling of gray in his beard about the one thing betraying his standing as just north of 50.
PARKER HAMILTON SR.
To his right sat a forty-something blonde woman, her manner quiet, but her eyes showing a flash of manic energy. While Bethany had never met her before now, she was familiar with Lacey Heilman’s work, both as an apartment house catfighter in her younger days and now as a star of direct to disc action adventure flicks.
LACEY HEILMAN:
And to his left, the woman of the hour. The woman Kim had so praised. She was perhaps 20, her complexion and manner both drawing more from her mother, with wavy, raven black hair flowing almost all the way down her back. Bethany took note of the fact that she never seemed to notice Christian’s arrival, her focus remaining locked on the action in the ring.
PARKER HAMILTON JR.
“Enjoying the show?” the most powerful executive in FAWN asked.
“Heeeeyyyyyyy!” the gentleman exclaimed with a bright smile, almost jumping out of his seat. “Bethany Christian herself!” Opening his arms, he pulled the statuesque brunette into a warm hug. “I must say, the television does NOT do your beauty justice!”
It also doesn’t do justice to my ability to put you in the hospital if those hands drift any lower, Christian thought, but did not say. Rather, she firmly yet politely disengaged herself from the embrace. “Do I take that as a yes?” she asked.
“Damn right you do,” Parker Sr. replied. “Your facilities and production make Reni’s look like a VFW in Bumf*ck, Nowhere. And that Mancini chick would probably be kissin’ Sexy Sue’s ass faster than Pocahantas did.”
Bethany resisted the desire to roll her eyes, though it did not escape her notice that this man’s daughter showed no such hesitation. It rather endeared Parker Jr. to the exec.
Oblivious to any of this, Parker Sr. continued, “I can’t see my baby girl signing for no other company. Though that don’t mean you don’t gotta come correct.”
“Trust me, Mr. Hamilton,” Bethany answered dryly, “when we believe in a talent, you’ll find our offer… quite generous.” Turning her attention to her prospective new hire, Christian asked, “And you, Ms. Hamilton? Are you finding everything… to your interests?”
Somehow, the young woman gave the impression of shrugging her shoulders, without them ever moving. “It’s been alright,” she said, sounding anything but engrossed—though, again, her eyes never deviated from what’s going on in the arena. “Haven’t had my mind blown or anything. Not sure I’ve seen anyone who can hang with me…”
“Nah, baby,” Parker Sr. agreed, placing his hands and his daughter’s shoulders and giving them a firm squeeze. “Seriously, Bethany, I KNOW you’re a smart woman. Which is why I know you don’t need MY ass to tell you the sort of money you’re gonna make when you announce MY baby girl takin’ on that Bliss bytch for the belt in her debut…”
Bethany couldn’t keep her eyes from widening a little, but she did possess enough restraint to keep them from popping out of her head. The son of a bytch really DID have some brass ones, didn’t he? But before she could reply, Parker Jr. raised a hand.
“Bliss, Bianca,” she mused, “doesn’t matter to me. Just put a bytch in front of me, and I’ll smack her down.”
Being the boss came with plenty of perks, one of which included having the best luxury suite in the house for any pay per view…
… and it positively galled Bethany Christian not to be using them.
Instead, the statuesque brunette had spent much of the evening surreptitiously watching from the suite’s doorway—and not the matches, but the party of three enjoying HER seats, and her hospitality. And the longer the night had progressed, the more the alcohol had seemed to be doing a number on the one male member of the party.
“Tell me again, Kim,” Christian asked the blonde who had just walked up beside her, “why am I indulging this obnoxious braggard?”
KIMBERLY LEONARD:
“Because,” the stunning, mature blonde known as Kimberly Leonard replied, “as much of a no-talent loudmouth as he was on the football, his daughter has the potential to turn your company on its ear.”
FAWN had one of the most renowned talent scouting departments in the business, and over the past 15 years, that department had struck gold countless times. Its record was certainly strong enough to offset the occasional misfire and ill-advised signing.
Kimberly Leonard wasn’t a member of that department.
As valuable as the talent scouts in her employ were, Bethany liked to occasionally here the opinions of those she had spent so many years working in rings with, all over the world. And Kim had always possessed rather an adept eye at evaluating newcomers to the business.
“You’re not normally one for overblown hyperbole, Kim,” Bethany noted.
“Thank you for noticing,” Leonard said with a wry smile. “Can’t say I’ve worked her myself, but I’ve been on a few cards with the kid, and gotten to see her up close. She’s special.”
Bethany arched an eyebrow. “How special?”
“A number of defenses into an IC title reign by this time next year special,” Kim said, matter-of-factly. “Quite possibly ready to challenge whoever’s holding the World title then.”
“Provided Daddy’s Twitter fingers don’t write checks her ass can’t cash?” the brunette executive asked.
“You haven’t SEEN her ass yet,” Kim answered with a smirk. “Trust me, it can cover A LOT…”
It was Bethany’s turn to smile and nod now. “Guess I should officially make my introductions…”
Venturing into her suite, Bethany got her best look at her trio of guests. The one man in the group was, perhaps given the way she and her colleague had just been discussing him, a surprisingly distinguished looking, slender, and fairly short (only about an inch taller than Christian) African American, the sprinkling of gray in his beard about the one thing betraying his standing as just north of 50.
PARKER HAMILTON SR.
To his right sat a forty-something blonde woman, her manner quiet, but her eyes showing a flash of manic energy. While Bethany had never met her before now, she was familiar with Lacey Heilman’s work, both as an apartment house catfighter in her younger days and now as a star of direct to disc action adventure flicks.
LACEY HEILMAN:
And to his left, the woman of the hour. The woman Kim had so praised. She was perhaps 20, her complexion and manner both drawing more from her mother, with wavy, raven black hair flowing almost all the way down her back. Bethany took note of the fact that she never seemed to notice Christian’s arrival, her focus remaining locked on the action in the ring.
PARKER HAMILTON JR.
“Enjoying the show?” the most powerful executive in FAWN asked.
“Heeeeyyyyyyy!” the gentleman exclaimed with a bright smile, almost jumping out of his seat. “Bethany Christian herself!” Opening his arms, he pulled the statuesque brunette into a warm hug. “I must say, the television does NOT do your beauty justice!”
It also doesn’t do justice to my ability to put you in the hospital if those hands drift any lower, Christian thought, but did not say. Rather, she firmly yet politely disengaged herself from the embrace. “Do I take that as a yes?” she asked.
“Damn right you do,” Parker Sr. replied. “Your facilities and production make Reni’s look like a VFW in Bumf*ck, Nowhere. And that Mancini chick would probably be kissin’ Sexy Sue’s ass faster than Pocahantas did.”
Bethany resisted the desire to roll her eyes, though it did not escape her notice that this man’s daughter showed no such hesitation. It rather endeared Parker Jr. to the exec.
Oblivious to any of this, Parker Sr. continued, “I can’t see my baby girl signing for no other company. Though that don’t mean you don’t gotta come correct.”
“Trust me, Mr. Hamilton,” Bethany answered dryly, “when we believe in a talent, you’ll find our offer… quite generous.” Turning her attention to her prospective new hire, Christian asked, “And you, Ms. Hamilton? Are you finding everything… to your interests?”
Somehow, the young woman gave the impression of shrugging her shoulders, without them ever moving. “It’s been alright,” she said, sounding anything but engrossed—though, again, her eyes never deviated from what’s going on in the arena. “Haven’t had my mind blown or anything. Not sure I’ve seen anyone who can hang with me…”
“Nah, baby,” Parker Sr. agreed, placing his hands and his daughter’s shoulders and giving them a firm squeeze. “Seriously, Bethany, I KNOW you’re a smart woman. Which is why I know you don’t need MY ass to tell you the sort of money you’re gonna make when you announce MY baby girl takin’ on that Bliss bytch for the belt in her debut…”
Bethany couldn’t keep her eyes from widening a little, but she did possess enough restraint to keep them from popping out of her head. The son of a bytch really DID have some brass ones, didn’t he? But before she could reply, Parker Jr. raised a hand.
“Bliss, Bianca,” she mused, “doesn’t matter to me. Just put a bytch in front of me, and I’ll smack her down.”