Post by Danielle Basch on Sept 25, 2017 10:54:11 GMT -5
BaschTech Corporate Headquarters
Oceanside, CA
Monday, September 25, 2017
Sunlight streams through the windows of Danni LeBlanc’s office, as the Chief Executive Assistant... and CEO’s future bride... stands by the window with her back to the camera. Far removed from her more customary casual attire, she’s clad in a dark grey pencil skirt and a sleeveless red blouse, her hair pinned at the back of her head in a gold barrette.
Danni: Unscripted...
She turns around, her arms crossed as she stares into the camera. Her piercing eyes radiate confidence as her ruby tinted lips curl upward into a smile. She walks over to her desk, crafted in solid oak and topped with rich white marble, a Wonder Woman figurine on prominent display beside her computer monitor.
Danni: To think that just one month ago, I was in the main event, standing across the ring from one of my closest friends in this business, the South Bay Champion Ruby Lance. She knows I’m not happy with the way that match ended, and she knows that I’m not done chasing after that title. For that matter, I won’t be done until that belt is around my waist. But for now, my attention needs to be drawn elsewhere.
Now, you might think that I would take it as an insult to have to work the second match of the night after having main evented the premiere episode, but I’m not. You see, there have been times when I’ve traveled a ridiculous distance to a venue, only to not even be on the card at all. Some might say it’s a waste of money, but hey, I look at it this way. I got paid just for showing up. But, I digress...
In this business, you should consider yourself lucky to get any slot on the card, be it in the main event, or if you’re just jerking the curtain. Me? I find myself stepping into the ring against a couple of rookies looking to make their own marks on the industry. One woman taking on a couple of guys... sounds like I’m describing a scene from a porno, if you’ve got a dirty mind.
She scoffs, flashing a brief smirk into the camera as she takes a seat in the large, cream-colored chair behind her desk. To her right is a black coffee mug with the words “Don’t mess with Bridezilla” printed in pink and blue around the image of a veil-bedecked skull. She takes a quick sip of the steaming beverage held within before continuing.
Danni: Shawn Young, I’ll start with you. I don’t know much about you, apart from the fact that I’ve heard of the man that trained you, albeit only as a casual mention. It’s never easy trying to live up to the legacy of those that came before you; as the protégé of not one, but TWO hall of famers, I can attest to this. We’ve both got some seriously huge shoes to fill, though in my manager’s case, I’m speaking metaphorically of course.
Adam Sanders, that leaves you. Now, I don’t know how the whole “Awkward” thing comes into play, but from what I can tell, you’re still pretty green yourself. I’d call you “kid” due to your lack of experience in the ring, but you’re actually a few months older than I am. Not that age means a damn these days. Hell, my trainer is 47 years old, and if you saw Convergence, that man hasn’t lost a step! But don’t make the mistake of thinking that I’m going to underestimate you simply because you lack experience. I’m confident, not cocky, Adam. But I’m sure as hell NOT going to take it easy on you.
She sets the mug back down on her desk, standing up to grip the edges of the desk’s marble top. Her eyes narrow as she stares intently into the camera.
Danni: I know you boys are both coming into this match looking to win; I mean, no one steps through those ropes looking to lose. But every time I step into that ring, I do so with the idea that every match I wrestle could very well be my last, so no matter what, I always give it everything I’ve got. Yeah, I may look like I have it all, but I know better than anyone on the roster that you can be on top of the world one moment, only to have everything taken away from you in the blink of an eye. None of us are guaranteed to wake up the next morning, boys. In fact, the only thing I can guarantee is that only one of us is going to walk out of here with a tick in the win column. I’m just going to do my damnedest to make sure it’s me!
The phone on her desk beeps as the light for the intercom flashes bright red, catching Danni’s attention. She reaches for the intercom button, tapping it with the end of her red and gold painted nails.
Danni: Yes?
Voice: Ms. LeBlanc, you have a call on line one...
Danni: Thank you, Bethany. Go ahead and put them through.
She shuts off the intercom, but before she picks up the phone, she looks back into the camera one last time.
Danni: Sorry boys... duty calls!
She smiles as she picks up the phone, while the camera backs away, leaving her to engage in her phone conversation in peace.
END
