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So far, each event had been opened by some words from the esteemed General Manager, Matt Shanahan, and usually his assistant Mindy would be accompanying him. When "Crash and Burn" by Hell or Highwater hit the sound system, it was clear that tonight would be such a case. Matt didn't bother waiting for the right queue time to walk out this time; The God of Punks made himself known the moment the song's lyrics began to echo through. In his wake as the timid assistant, and Washington native, Mindy. She trailed just a couple of steps behind him as he strutted down to the ring, soaking in the sound of the cheering crowd.
Matt pulled himself up onto the apron as the chorus hit and stepped over the ropes in typical Shanahan style; Mindy, on the other hand, walked up the steel steps quietly and ducked under the middle rope to get into the ring, trying to not look as awkward as she felt. She carried a microphone with her out to the ring, unlike her employer who had to motion for someone to throw him a microphone. He caught the microphone mid-air as the music faded away, wasting no time to get right into it,"Good evening, Kent! Or is this Covington? Or is it Seattle? I've been all over this goddamn state today, I swear..."
Mindy quietly cleared her throat, trying to make herself known behind her gigantic employer. She lifted the microphone and tried to ignore the mass of fans surrounding them while she addressed the man. "U-um, this is Kent, s-sir..."
"Right! Good evening, Kent, Washington! I know a lot of you are wondering why the -********- we're out here, when we were all the way in Philadelphia last week, right?" Matt paused to get a small reaction from the crowd, granting a wide smirk across his lips, "Honestly, I'm a little baffled too. See, unfortunately I don't -own- BBW, I simply invested more into it than any other ********. Instead of being CEO, I wanted to actually run this goddamn show. And my next stop for the show -was- supposed to be good ol' Kentucky, but the Board of Dicta-... Directors... wanted us to come all the way out here instead. I dunno why, do you Mindy?"
"Um... is it because it's Ch-christmas and y-you wanted me to be close to my family?"
The innocent question caught Shanahan's attention, causing him to turn his head and look at the young, blonde girl. "... Really? A little selfish, don'tcha think?" The God of Punks muttered just loud enough for the microphones to pick up. "... As sweet as that is, no!" Matt nearly shouted with a sudden outburst, causing the young assistant to jump and fumble the microphone she kept in her hands; it clattered to the mat, but Matt went on.
"I assure you, we all wanted nothing more than to spend our Christmas holiday here in Seattle!"
"K-kent!"
"Kent, Washington! But no, I'm pretty damn certain the Board thought tonight would be the best night to expose the raw passion of Bad Blood fully to the West Coast, because tonight marks the first Crimson City title defense in history! That's right, you'll see Andrew Styles put his title -and- his undefeated streak on the line tonight against our residential masked lunatic, Omega! Now, I know you guys wanna see some real, blood-curdling violence out there tonight, and that's why we'll be going to the Wheel of Massacre to decide their fate! But more on that later tonight."
Shanahan paused to look over his shoulder to see if Mindy was still there, continuing on once he was sure she was. "And Kent, you guys are in for another spectacular moment tonight. For the first time since his debut at Hardcore Harvest, our World Champion Salem Croft will be interviewed and faced with all the hard-hitting questions by Washington's own... Mindy!"
The girl jumped backwards once more at the mention of her name, thinking she had done something wrong. Her eyes quickly darted to look at Matt, then beginning to gaze around the packed arena. It was practically traumatizing for her to be in the center of such a huge population. She tried to keep her cool by giving a shy, semi-wave to the audience in the arena. "...Y-yep...!"
"... Christ almighty..." The God of Punks whispered under his breath, taking a moment to pause once more and glance at Mindy. He took this time to walk over to the opposite side of the ring and lean forward against the ropes, looking out to the fans before continuing, "Let's not forget the other juicy details, eh? Tonight, Jarel Damone and Hiro Kick-The-s**t-Outta-My-Shins-Mozas will be clashing one on one to decide who really deserves what they wish for! Will Jarel earn his shot at redemption after the 'fluke' at Hardcore Harvest? Or will Hiro overcome the odds and show that he really wants that OECW Seasons Championship? My god, with so many questions unanswered tonight, it feels like an episode of Dragon Ball Z. But, that's why where here, folks! To answer the questions that'll impact the future of so many wrestlers tonight! To break bones, to shed blood, all in the name of victory! To show the West Coast just how ********' passionate we are at Bad Blood!"
"... A-and to pick up the new hire," Mindy chipped in almost in a whisper, trying to sneak it in without Shanahan noticing.
The pumped-up, adrenaline filled smile Matt had been wearing instantly faded when he turned around to stare at Mindy, clearly not amused. He practically marched away from the ropes and stopped in front of her, the piercing gaze barely visible through his aviators. "... Look, for the last time, there is -not- a new hire tonight. Unless you count Daniel Danielson the Fifteenth, but we signed him on before we got here. So, zip it, alright?"
"But that's why the B-board called... they wanted me to tell you we were coming out here to... get the new... head of T-t-talent Relations.... I sent you an email..." The girl muttered quietly while looking down at her feet. She knew something that the General Manager didn't, perhaps something she knew he -wouldn't- want to know. She couldn't hide it forever though.
Matt's attention towards the crowd completely disappeared in that moment. He ripped his sunglasses off of his face and glared at the meek assistant, that short timer of his showing. "... What email?! I didn't get a single goddamn email regarding some 'Head of Talent Relations'! You know why? Because -I- am Head of Talent Relations here! I am the Booker, I am the General Manager, I am the Head of Travel Plans, the Head of Merchandise, Catering, Scheduling, Hiring, Firing, Lay-offs, and everything in between! And I'll be damned i-"
[Planned]
So far, each event had been opened by some words from the esteemed General Manager, Matt Shanahan, and usually his assistant Mindy would be accompanying him. When "Crash and Burn" by Hell or Highwater hit the sound system, it was clear that tonight would be such a case. Matt didn't bother waiting for the right queue time to walk out this time; The God of Punks made himself known the moment the song's lyrics began to echo through. In his wake as the timid assistant, and Washington native, Mindy. She trailed just a couple of steps behind him as he strutted down to the ring, soaking in the sound of the cheering crowd.
Matt pulled himself up onto the apron as the chorus hit and stepped over the ropes in typical Shanahan style; Mindy, on the other hand, walked up the steel steps quietly and ducked under the middle rope to get into the ring, trying to not look as awkward as she felt. She carried a microphone with her out to the ring, unlike her employer who had to motion for someone to throw him a microphone. He caught the microphone mid-air as the music faded away, wasting no time to get right into it,"Good evening, Kent! Or is this Covington? Or is it Seattle? I've been all over this goddamn state today, I swear..."
Mindy quietly cleared her throat, trying to make herself known behind her gigantic employer. She lifted the microphone and tried to ignore the mass of fans surrounding them while she addressed the man. "U-um, this is Kent, s-sir..."
"Right! Good evening, Kent, Washington! I know a lot of you are wondering why the -********- we're out here, when we were all the way in Philadelphia last week, right?" Matt paused to get a small reaction from the crowd, granting a wide smirk across his lips, "Honestly, I'm a little baffled too. See, unfortunately I don't -own- BBW, I simply invested more into it than any other ********. Instead of being CEO, I wanted to actually run this goddamn show. And my next stop for the show -was- supposed to be good ol' Kentucky, but the Board of Dicta-... Directors... wanted us to come all the way out here instead. I dunno why, do you Mindy?"
"Um... is it because it's Ch-christmas and y-you wanted me to be close to my family?"
The innocent question caught Shanahan's attention, causing him to turn his head and look at the young, blonde girl. "... Really? A little selfish, don'tcha think?" The God of Punks muttered just loud enough for the microphones to pick up. "... As sweet as that is, no!" Matt nearly shouted with a sudden outburst, causing the young assistant to jump and fumble the microphone she kept in her hands; it clattered to the mat, but Matt went on.
"I assure you, we all wanted nothing more than to spend our Christmas holiday here in Seattle!"
"K-kent!"
"Kent, Washington! But no, I'm pretty damn certain the Board thought tonight would be the best night to expose the raw passion of Bad Blood fully to the West Coast, because tonight marks the first Crimson City title defense in history! That's right, you'll see Andrew Styles put his title -and- his undefeated streak on the line tonight against our residential masked lunatic, Omega! Now, I know you guys wanna see some real, blood-curdling violence out there tonight, and that's why we'll be going to the Wheel of Massacre to decide their fate! But more on that later tonight."
Shanahan paused to look over his shoulder to see if Mindy was still there, continuing on once he was sure she was. "And Kent, you guys are in for another spectacular moment tonight. For the first time since his debut at Hardcore Harvest, our World Champion Salem Croft will be interviewed and faced with all the hard-hitting questions by Washington's own... Mindy!"
The girl jumped backwards once more at the mention of her name, thinking she had done something wrong. Her eyes quickly darted to look at Matt, then beginning to gaze around the packed arena. It was practically traumatizing for her to be in the center of such a huge population. She tried to keep her cool by giving a shy, semi-wave to the audience in the arena. "...Y-yep...!"
"... Christ almighty..." The God of Punks whispered under his breath, taking a moment to pause once more and glance at Mindy. He took this time to walk over to the opposite side of the ring and lean forward against the ropes, looking out to the fans before continuing, "Let's not forget the other juicy details, eh? Tonight, Jarel Damone and Hiro Kick-The-s**t-Outta-My-Shins-Mozas will be clashing one on one to decide who really deserves what they wish for! Will Jarel earn his shot at redemption after the 'fluke' at Hardcore Harvest? Or will Hiro overcome the odds and show that he really wants that OECW Seasons Championship? My god, with so many questions unanswered tonight, it feels like an episode of Dragon Ball Z. But, that's why where here, folks! To answer the questions that'll impact the future of so many wrestlers tonight! To break bones, to shed blood, all in the name of victory! To show the West Coast just how ********' passionate we are at Bad Blood!"
"... A-and to pick up the new hire," Mindy chipped in almost in a whisper, trying to sneak it in without Shanahan noticing.
The pumped-up, adrenaline filled smile Matt had been wearing instantly faded when he turned around to stare at Mindy, clearly not amused. He practically marched away from the ropes and stopped in front of her, the piercing gaze barely visible through his aviators. "... Look, for the last time, there is -not- a new hire tonight. Unless you count Daniel Danielson the Fifteenth, but we signed him on before we got here. So, zip it, alright?"
"But that's why the B-board called... they wanted me to tell you we were coming out here to... get the new... head of T-t-talent Relations.... I sent you an email..." The girl muttered quietly while looking down at her feet. She knew something that the General Manager didn't, perhaps something she knew he -wouldn't- want to know. She couldn't hide it forever though.
Matt's attention towards the crowd completely disappeared in that moment. He ripped his sunglasses off of his face and glared at the meek assistant, that short timer of his showing. "... What email?! I didn't get a single goddamn email regarding some 'Head of Talent Relations'! You know why? Because -I- am Head of Talent Relations here! I am the Booker, I am the General Manager, I am the Head of Travel Plans, the Head of Merchandise, Catering, Scheduling, Hiring, Firing, Lay-offs, and everything in between! And I'll be damned i-"
[Planned]
