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 Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 5:39 pm
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 Chiara had the paperwork from each of the contestants laid out in front of her, or at least each contestant that had asked for her sponsorship. It was quite a few, to be honest. She had already sent out letters asking each applicant to come and having a meeting with her. She was probably going to accept them all, sure, all advertising was good advertising as any real enterprise should know, and she would have accepted even the worst of trolls if they had applied, probably.
There was one name she felt she remembered from somewhere. Ganyma Callow. Where had she seen that name before? It was something to do with combat, oh! The gladiatorial fighters! Chiara had defiantly looked at them when she was thinking about expanding the Dance Battle business, but she figured they were already busy with their own things. Besides, Dance Battles were more of a performance than a fight. About 50% of the matches Zindel had were scripted. Faked to put on a show for the crowd. Luckily there were enough "real" battles that fans could not quite tell what was real and what was not. The blueblood waited for the next contestant to arrive. She had instructed one of her redblood servants, to bring any such troll right to her office should they arrive, now all she had to do was wait.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 7:57 am
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The troll known currently as Shield gave a quick salute-esque hand gesture in greeting. “My persona is a part of me, ma’am – it’s a personal necessity to wear the mask. I’d be happy to show some kids the ropes, too.” He nodded. Unlike hemoanonymity, the mask was a billboard of identity. It was not only important for improving his status as a wrestler, but separating his work and personal life. Ganyma reported this with utmost seriousness.
He found himself a seat across from Chiara and folded his hands. “Y’see, the ALG suggested the sponsorship as a way to reach out to smaller businesses around Alternia – particularly sports entertainment industries.” He parroted. Ganyma had his own doubts about representing an unrelated fighting institution, but the ALG told him what to say, where to go, and which sponsorships to apply for. “We’d like to get to know your business and see where this relationship goes, while providing mutual benefits for each other during the duration of the Superstar Authority.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 5:52 pm
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Chiara nodded along. Yep, all very business-like and professional. "Well i assure you, Death Dancers and those affiliated are quite excited to be working along with the ALG as well. If things go well, maybe we could have some sort of join event." Chiara slid forward a form, mainly outlining that Death Dancers were not responsible for bodily harm or blaw blaw blaw. "A sort of "exchange" of combatants or something." Chiara grinned, thinking how pale this would make Zindel if he could hear it. Fellah was strong, he could do it, but she just could not see the boy she knew since wigglerhood, Zindel, fighting in anything quite like the Gladiatorial Battles that Shield was used to.
The blueblood mused for a bit, contemplating weather to take the interview more personal, or keep it all business-like. "Well Sheld," Chiara said, cradling her chin on her hands. "From what i can gather, the ALG is quite professional, very businesslike. My business is much more informal with our combatants. I personally take an interest in each of my dancers's lives, as that plays a big part in ones ability to preform." The blueblood took a sip of water before continuing. "I am more than ready to supply you with any props, advertisement, or help you may need. If things go well, and you decide you like my way of business, you are welcome to partake in the dance battle playing field." Chiara grinned at the tealblood. "Would you be interested in discussing it over a drink?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2017 6:09 pm
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“That’s great!” Ganyma exclaimed. “I’ll pitch that to the higher ups. We can tone it down – we’re an entertainment facility too after all,”
He waved his hand vaguely. “I’d be happy to show any of your, uh, dancers around the ring, too. Little VIP tour.”
As she continued her offer in laying out the details of the sponsorship, Ganyma leaned in with great interest. “Thank you kindly, miss Moteku.” At this point, worry began to settle in him. He was a representative of his job, but he was no businessman. In fact, he was at the end of his knowledge base in terms of understanding this sponsorship situation – and there was no way he’d embarrass himself by admitting that. Jesting in an attempt to sidestep, he suggested, “Well, I sure could use a drink! I think the professional affairs can go to my managers.” He punctuated the offer with the exchange of some business cards. Crisis averted?
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