Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Jun 21, 2023 15:46:13 GMT -5
The EightPrime Entertainment LLC office was a buzz, with interns running around left and right to find open copy and fax machines, some smacking printers with a frustrated grunt and checking their smartwatches for their deadlines. Some ran coffee to various offices, trying not to bump into the Pepsi vendors filling the machines and spilling the hot beverage.
The door on the 8th floor said BRITLYN BAYLOR, CEO, with a big golden name plate. The mahogany door was cracked open, and inside Britlyn sat, click-clacking on her laptop and sipping a C4. They were one of the primary sponsors, afterall. She had rock music playing from a small portable speaker on her desk. There sat a small ashtray with chocolates in it.
Her iPhone 14 Promax buzzed.
“Yes?”
She looked at her nails, debating if she wanted to get them redone after work.
“Oh, she is? Well yes, send her in.”
She sets her phone back down and takes another sip of her C4. She smiles as Brooke Blakely walks in. Britlyn crosses her legs and swivels her chair to face the blonde star, extending her hand to offer a seat on the big leather couch across from her. Brooke has a duffel bag over her shoulder, and sets it down as she sits, also crossing her legs.
“Ms. Blakely, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Brooke nods.
“You made some waves in OCW, I see. Paradigm Champion, latched up with the world champion, big win after big win. Impressive. I hope I didn’t upset you too much at the end of Access Denied, I wasn’t trying to come off as brash. I am a business woman, after all.”
Brooke nods again, looking out the window at Tampa Bay.
“Well, we are glad to have you on board, nonetheless.”
“You bought out the contracts, what choice do I have?”
Britlyn grins, glancing back at something on her laptop screen before looking back at the blonde bombshell.
“Ah, so you were paying attention. Perfect. Yes, we own the rights to Brooke Blakely and the name as it pertains to OCW programming going forward. We are sure it will be a fruitful relationship. I know this transition is not easy, as change rarely is, but I assure you that we are here to make sure OCW rises up and becomes bigger and better than ever. We can do it one of two ways. We can play ball, or we can play hardball. I assure you that, however, if you choose to play ball, we will reward you for your loyalty."
Brook huffs, still looking out the window at Florida's largest open-water estuary.
Britlyn smiles, popping a chocolate in her mouth as her eyes scan the duffel bag at Brooke's sandaled feet.
"It was nice of you to come all the way out here to Tampa to speak with me. We appreciate that dedication."
"Yeah, well I was training in Orlando. Wasn't that far. It was nice of YOU to send transportation."
Britlyn grins, knowing full well that Brooke drove herself.
"Well, I see that despite your looks, you aren't one for conversation. That is fine, really. All business, I love it. So, I assume you brought it?"
Brooke looks at Britlyn, making eye contact for the first time since entering the office.
She unzips the bag, and dumps out the OCW Paradigm title. It hits the tile floor with a clink.
Britlyn smiles.
"I am glad that you brought it. As you may know there will be an entirely new set of titles here in Outcast Wrestling, so the stench of the old company can get completely washed away. I gave your friend SYNN the option at the end of Access Denied, I have not heard back from her yet, but the offer applies the same to you. You may keep that belt, and carry it with you as a trophy of sorts, to whatever company you may end up in, and call yourself the OCW Paradigm Champion--holding on to an obsolete belt from and obsolete promotion that does nothing bit decrease in value as father time wears on it.......OR......you can discard that old hunk-of-junk and you will be in the running for the NEW Paradigm title.......branded the Anarchy World Championship. Think about it....the first ever title holder for a title that will transcend wrestling as we know it today."
Brooke couldn't help but smile a bit, even if she didn't want to.
"So you're gifting me a title? Is this a bribe?"
"Gifting a title? Oh my, no....no....we are not about bribes and payoffs here. We represent some of the best athletes in the world and own stake in some of the most competitive companies on the planet. Everything you get here is earned, we are firm believers in that. We can give you a match for that belt, surely, but you can come one step closer to earning even that by handing me that Paradigm title right now."
Brooke hesitates for a moment. She didn't know this woman from a hole in the wall, but she did know that it would be her name on her paychecks going forward. She lets out a sigh and stands up, grabbing the old title.
"Just so you know.....I am doing this because I want this, not because you told me to."
She looks at Britlyn dead in the eye and walks towards her, but instead of setting the title in her outstretched hand, she tosses it in the garbage next to her desk.
She turns and walks towards the open door.
"I have to get back to training. I expect you to keep your word."
Britlyn smiles, looking at the title in the trash the back up at the blonde standing in her doorway.
"We'll be in touch."
Brooke walks out and Britlyn swivels her chair back to her laptop, putting her music back on and opening her email as she pops another chocolate into her mouth.