"More....."

Clients Posts : 56 Join date : 2020-02-24

I'm not a hateful person. A bit of a hardass, sure, but saying I 'hate' something is not something that I would usually do. Hate is a waste of time. Hate doesn't get anything done. Hate damn sure doesn't make any money. But there is one thing that I come close to hating is when I feel like my time is being wasted. Time is the most precious resource we have and when mine is fucked with and wasted, I expect to be compensated for it. Richly, I might add. You see, this is the one thing I hate most about wrestling and the people who promote it. Always trying to low-ball people into taking meal vouchers and hot dogs, making the gullible sheep's eyes light up when talking about championships and trophies and all that. I don't care. You want someone to perform in your grimy ring in front of a few hundred mouthbreathers or a stadium full of morons, pay your talent accordingly. And when your plans have to change, don't come to me expecting any pity. Some of those wanna-be con men have to learn the hard way though.

Reseda, California

[Emmanuelle is holed up in one of the sparse dressing rooms. Her wrestling gear is already on, a black hooded jacket covering her head as she tries to take a nap. She loathed being around other wrestlers, always jabbering about the latest trip, playing pranks on each other, what people they've fucked. It felt more like high school chatter than a professional setting. Hearing frantic knocking at her door, she didn't even bother to move, keeping her hood on.]

"It's open."

[A horribly dressed balding man enters, breathing heavily as he scrambles close to Emmanuelle. Once he sees her eyes flash in annoyance once he's gotten a bit too close for her liking, he steps back, giving space between her stall and himself.]

"Emmanuelle, uh....we have a problem."

"We?"

[She stares the man down, a slightly puzzled look her default expression.]

"Well, you see, one of the ladies I had set for the main event is going to be a no-show tonight. I need someone to fill in for her and you've got the best rep around here so I was wondering...."

"Not my problem."

"L-look...I've already paid you a hefty amount, more than half the locker room for this appearance! I need you to bite the bullet and-"

"Again, not my fucking problem. And you want to know why this isn't my problem? This is the second time you've tried to pay me less than what I'm worth. Furthermore, I've seen you screw over some of these gullible little punks enough. One girl broke her arm and you didn't even so much as check and see if she needed a doctor."

[Emmanuelle pulls her hood back, staring right at the flustered promoter, who is stammering to come up with an explanation.]

"If you want me headlining your show without notice, I want double what I was promised."

"DOUBLE? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!? LOOK, BUSINESS IS ALREADY GOING TO HELL RIGHT NOW WITH THIS STUPID COVID 19 CRAP! I can barely fucking pay you to be here right now! Asking me to pay you double is basically begging me to run the show at a loss! Look, I'm sure we can work something-"

"Double the money, or I'll walk. Period. And you can plug in someone who was trained in their backyard for your main event for all I know or care. Also, would you want someone like Carlos Rosso to get wind of you stiff-arming one of his students on pay? I don't imagine too many wrestlers would want to work here after that...."

[Growling and muttering curses to himself, the man digs into his wallet, pulling out several crisp hundred dollar bills, laying them on the bench right in front of Emmanuelle. For the first time, her face forms something close to a smile, her eyes still focused on the now-angry promoter.]

"More."

[Letting out a frustrated scream, the man empties his entire wallet on the table...but is still short of the amount promised as Emmanuelle counts calmly.]

"More."

"Bullshit! I'm sure that's way more than-"

[The man quiets himself as Emmanuelle glares at him before rising to her feet.]

"You're still short."

[The promoter frantically scrambles into his pockets and throws his car keys at Emmanuelle, who catches them without batting an eye.]

"There, fuck! The Lexus outside! Take it! Just work the match for me and keep this from Carlos, okay? You know how unstable that guy is."

"I am the punishment of God. If you had not committed great sins, He would not have sent a punishment like me upon you."

"What!?"

"Ghengis Khan said that. Take care of the people you work for and people like me wouldn't come around. And get a fucking ambulance out here and at least some rent-a-cops for security. The girls keep getting harassed by some dickhead in the front row, I've seen him at the last three shows and it's taken every bit of self-control I have not to choke him out."

[The promoter, clearly humiliated and seething with anger, can do nothing but nod as he leaves, slamming it shut behind him. Emmanuelle studies the wad of cash a little closer, counting it again with a smile.]

"Heh...he actually wasn't short. Oh, well."

Abusing connections is not something I do often. I grew up with money, have plenty of it laying around if I wanted it. But there is something to be said for using your connections to strong-arm people who give a shit only about themselves. One whisper of the name "Carlos" is enough to get nearly every independent promoter in the country pissing themselves, an embarrassment most of them deserve. Oh, the guy that I talked to that day? What happened to him? Well, after the show his promotion closed down on him almost immediately. I had taken so much of his money and so many of his indiscretions were coming out he couldn't afford to stay in the game anymore. More's the pity, easy marks like him are way too hard to come by these days. The Lexus he gave me? Ha! Worthless pile of junk. He thought anyone was going to be impressed by that? I sold it to a fucking chop shop. I prefer my own ride a lot more anyway.

I'm a walking contradiction I guess. I hate wrestling, but I profit from it. I hate promoters, but I work for them. I hate the fans, but I entertain them. I don't like flaunting my connections, but I use them all to get where I want to go in life. Everyone sees the pretty face and finds out I come from money and that I like expensive and beautiful things so they all think I'm shallow or a complete airhead. Neither is the case. Now, it's time for me to find the next big score. My pink darling here can definitely use some company.

Clients Posts : 23 Join date : 2020-06-14

Applauds .. bravo bravo..