Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Jul 9, 2012 15:05:40 GMT -5
As the show returns to air, the crowd is immediately presented with a close shot of a nameplate sitting on what appeared to be some kind of office desk. Inscribed on the bronze nameplate is Ms. Jasmine Biguns. Clearly from the crowd's reaction, they were a little perplexed with such a peculiar name, but they were soon gifted as the camera zoomed from the nameplate, revealing a rather bland office set. Sitting at the wooden office desk was a rather attractive woman with black pigtails. Behind a pair of glasses were a pair of dark brown eyes, but no explanation was required for what were concealed beneath the stretched business shirt, the buttons struggling to contain such enormous assets.
The woman was clearly focusing on her work. She was scribbling some unseen notes on a sheet of A4 paper on the desk, leaning forward from her desk chair as she did so. This was, of course, until the arrival of a rather anonymous man, who approached the desk, wearing his trademark fishing hat over his lengthly bleached hair. Noticing this, the curvy woman looked up to him as if she expected his arrival. Perhaps an organized meeting?
From the full lips of the black-haired woman came a rather breathy voice, again, unlike that of most businesswomen.
"Hello John, thanks for coming."
"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Biguns."
"Indeed so. So, shall we get down to it?"
The crowd let out a rather childish giggle upon such a remark, but the two characters remained oblivious and continued.
"Well Mister Fisherman. Welcome to Millenium Pro Wrestling. What do you think of the place?"
"Yeah, it's not too shabby. I mean, apart from these talentless idiots around here, I could call this my second home!"
"Such attitude. I like that."
Although there was a sense that these two individuals have met in the past, it seemed as though they were meeting for the first time in this scene. Before continuing, Ms. Biguns removed the glasses from her face, revealing a rather gorgeous face.
"You know John, I really do like you. You're not like the others around here. There's something special about you. I can see the pair of us going places together."
"Thanks Ms. Biguns. Earlier I thought that this would have been a bad idea. I think I could make it here on my own after meeting some of the goofballs around her, but after meeting you, I wouldn't mind your company during my matches."
"Good. So it is settled. I will sign as your new manager!"
Ms. Biguns lifted herself out of the desk chair and leaned forward, delivering a rather revealing shot for the camera, as she shook hands with who appeared to be her new client. Upon doing so, the man known as John Fisherman left, leaving Ms. Biguns back to her business.
However before the next segment could play, the camera followed John Fisherman out of the office. In the corridor, John noticed the camera, and stared into it to address the MPW roster.
"I hope you clowns are ready for me, because I'm coming to wreck you all, and show you what talent really is!"
And with that, John walked away.
The woman was clearly focusing on her work. She was scribbling some unseen notes on a sheet of A4 paper on the desk, leaning forward from her desk chair as she did so. This was, of course, until the arrival of a rather anonymous man, who approached the desk, wearing his trademark fishing hat over his lengthly bleached hair. Noticing this, the curvy woman looked up to him as if she expected his arrival. Perhaps an organized meeting?
From the full lips of the black-haired woman came a rather breathy voice, again, unlike that of most businesswomen.
"Hello John, thanks for coming."
"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Biguns."
"Indeed so. So, shall we get down to it?"
The crowd let out a rather childish giggle upon such a remark, but the two characters remained oblivious and continued.
"Well Mister Fisherman. Welcome to Millenium Pro Wrestling. What do you think of the place?"
"Yeah, it's not too shabby. I mean, apart from these talentless idiots around here, I could call this my second home!"
"Such attitude. I like that."
Although there was a sense that these two individuals have met in the past, it seemed as though they were meeting for the first time in this scene. Before continuing, Ms. Biguns removed the glasses from her face, revealing a rather gorgeous face.
"You know John, I really do like you. You're not like the others around here. There's something special about you. I can see the pair of us going places together."
"Thanks Ms. Biguns. Earlier I thought that this would have been a bad idea. I think I could make it here on my own after meeting some of the goofballs around her, but after meeting you, I wouldn't mind your company during my matches."
"Good. So it is settled. I will sign as your new manager!"
Ms. Biguns lifted herself out of the desk chair and leaned forward, delivering a rather revealing shot for the camera, as she shook hands with who appeared to be her new client. Upon doing so, the man known as John Fisherman left, leaving Ms. Biguns back to her business.
However before the next segment could play, the camera followed John Fisherman out of the office. In the corridor, John noticed the camera, and stared into it to address the MPW roster.
"I hope you clowns are ready for me, because I'm coming to wreck you all, and show you what talent really is!"
And with that, John walked away.
