Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Jul 11, 2012 15:29:41 GMT -5
Tasha Jordan: "Okay, I think this is the place."
Tasha Jordan was rather reluctant as she approached the single iron door in the middle of an empty corridor. For some reason, she stood outside the door, with a microphone at hand, contemplating whether or not to knock the door. Finally she mustered the courage to raise her hand, clench her fist and knock four times on the door. She waited for a moment before knocking once again, until she suddenly heard a feminine voice behind the door, granting her permission to enter. And so, Tasha pushed the door open, revealing a rather neat office. Everything was neatly in place, although there was not that much at present. Sitting at the desk was a curvaceous woman, still enigmatic to the roster, but instantly recognizable.
Ms. Biguns: "Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?"
Ms. Jasmine Biguns was rather displeaded with the arrival of the interviewer, who clearly had intentions to interview the rather aggrivated businesswoman.
Tasha Jordan: "Hello Ms. Biguns. I was wondering if we could have a quick interview."
Ms. Biguns: *sighs* "If you must. Do take a seat."
Tasha obliged, pulled the seat from the opposite side of the desk, and sat down, fidgeting her dress as she did so. Ms. Biguns was clearly in no mood to chat, she seemed to be rather busy with her paperwork, but nonetheless, she agreed to continue with the interview.
Tasha Jordan: "So, Ms. Biguns, umm, from what we've heard behind the scenes, you and your, umm, client, have been making quite a scene. Care to elaborate?"
Ms. Biguns: "Excuse me? I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met?"
Tasha Jordan: "Oh, umm, my name is Tasha Jordan. I work for MPW."
Ms. Biguns: "Really? Hmm. I thought I would have remembered meeting someone like you."
She was clearly distracted by her own affairs, and after her previous comment, Tasha Jordan was knocked a little off course, but she was a professional, determined to complete her job.
Tasha Jordan: "Okay, umm, care to answer my question?"
Ms. Biguns: "Oh, sorry. Well, umm, Tasha was it? Well, when I arrived here with my latest client, I was under the impression that we were going to have some competition. But clearly, after seeing what other wrestlers do around here, we were gravely mistaken. You see, there's too much talking around here."
She raised her hand and made a gesture with her hand, clearly describing everyone as chatterboxes.
Ms. Biguns: "My client, mister Fisherman, was prepared for a lot more fighting, but from we've both seen, people around here seem to be more concerned with what they have for dinner or how to satisfy their girlfriends. My man is a man of action and excitement. How can he prove that he is the greatest in the world when his competition prefer to have dinners with each other?"
Tasha Jordan: "Well, pardon my manners, but did you not catch the debut episode of MNME? In my opinion, that was action personified, and I'm sure that next week's show will be even better!"
Ms. Biguns: "Of course next week's show will be even better, and you know why? Because my man is on the card! But let's be honest, these two guys he's been put up against. Do they really stand a chance against John Fisherman? In case you didn't know, I've managed a lot of wrestlers in my time, and I've led them all to championship reigns. It's only a matter of time before John Fisherman proves that he is championship material here in MPW, but again, how do you expect us to prove this when they stick him against a pair of clowns?"
At that heated moment, Ms. Biguns removed the glasses from her face.
Ms. Biguns: "Oh sure, there's been a bit of confusion during our arrival here, but the bottom line is that, no matter what happens, my man WILL become a champion here in MPW, and he WILL become the greatest wrestler in the entire roster!"
The camera then zooms out, revealing John Fisherman himself, standing behind Tasha's chair, looking down at her in disgust. She noticed this, and immediately stood up in surprise. She was clearly startled by the presence of this long-haired man standing behind her. The shadow under his trademark fishing hat hid his eyes from the camera's sight, but anyone could tell that he was burning a hole at the unfortunate woman.
John Fisherman: "You've got a problem with that, hun?"
Tasha could only stutter as, behind her also, Ms. Biguns stood up. Standing between these two intimidating figures, Tasha decided that enough was enough, and exited the room, not in disgust, but in fear. As she left the room, the camera followed, leaving just a brief glance of John Fisherman leaning over his manager's desk as Ms. Biguns sat back in her chair. The two were obviously plotting a strategy, but this was not for public ears.
Tasha Jordan was rather reluctant as she approached the single iron door in the middle of an empty corridor. For some reason, she stood outside the door, with a microphone at hand, contemplating whether or not to knock the door. Finally she mustered the courage to raise her hand, clench her fist and knock four times on the door. She waited for a moment before knocking once again, until she suddenly heard a feminine voice behind the door, granting her permission to enter. And so, Tasha pushed the door open, revealing a rather neat office. Everything was neatly in place, although there was not that much at present. Sitting at the desk was a curvaceous woman, still enigmatic to the roster, but instantly recognizable.
Ms. Biguns: "Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?"
Ms. Jasmine Biguns was rather displeaded with the arrival of the interviewer, who clearly had intentions to interview the rather aggrivated businesswoman.
Tasha Jordan: "Hello Ms. Biguns. I was wondering if we could have a quick interview."
Ms. Biguns: *sighs* "If you must. Do take a seat."
Tasha obliged, pulled the seat from the opposite side of the desk, and sat down, fidgeting her dress as she did so. Ms. Biguns was clearly in no mood to chat, she seemed to be rather busy with her paperwork, but nonetheless, she agreed to continue with the interview.
Tasha Jordan: "So, Ms. Biguns, umm, from what we've heard behind the scenes, you and your, umm, client, have been making quite a scene. Care to elaborate?"
Ms. Biguns: "Excuse me? I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met?"
Tasha Jordan: "Oh, umm, my name is Tasha Jordan. I work for MPW."
Ms. Biguns: "Really? Hmm. I thought I would have remembered meeting someone like you."
She was clearly distracted by her own affairs, and after her previous comment, Tasha Jordan was knocked a little off course, but she was a professional, determined to complete her job.
Tasha Jordan: "Okay, umm, care to answer my question?"
Ms. Biguns: "Oh, sorry. Well, umm, Tasha was it? Well, when I arrived here with my latest client, I was under the impression that we were going to have some competition. But clearly, after seeing what other wrestlers do around here, we were gravely mistaken. You see, there's too much talking around here."
She raised her hand and made a gesture with her hand, clearly describing everyone as chatterboxes.
Ms. Biguns: "My client, mister Fisherman, was prepared for a lot more fighting, but from we've both seen, people around here seem to be more concerned with what they have for dinner or how to satisfy their girlfriends. My man is a man of action and excitement. How can he prove that he is the greatest in the world when his competition prefer to have dinners with each other?"
Tasha Jordan: "Well, pardon my manners, but did you not catch the debut episode of MNME? In my opinion, that was action personified, and I'm sure that next week's show will be even better!"
Ms. Biguns: "Of course next week's show will be even better, and you know why? Because my man is on the card! But let's be honest, these two guys he's been put up against. Do they really stand a chance against John Fisherman? In case you didn't know, I've managed a lot of wrestlers in my time, and I've led them all to championship reigns. It's only a matter of time before John Fisherman proves that he is championship material here in MPW, but again, how do you expect us to prove this when they stick him against a pair of clowns?"
At that heated moment, Ms. Biguns removed the glasses from her face.
Ms. Biguns: "Oh sure, there's been a bit of confusion during our arrival here, but the bottom line is that, no matter what happens, my man WILL become a champion here in MPW, and he WILL become the greatest wrestler in the entire roster!"
The camera then zooms out, revealing John Fisherman himself, standing behind Tasha's chair, looking down at her in disgust. She noticed this, and immediately stood up in surprise. She was clearly startled by the presence of this long-haired man standing behind her. The shadow under his trademark fishing hat hid his eyes from the camera's sight, but anyone could tell that he was burning a hole at the unfortunate woman.
John Fisherman: "You've got a problem with that, hun?"
Tasha could only stutter as, behind her also, Ms. Biguns stood up. Standing between these two intimidating figures, Tasha decided that enough was enough, and exited the room, not in disgust, but in fear. As she left the room, the camera followed, leaving just a brief glance of John Fisherman leaning over his manager's desk as Ms. Biguns sat back in her chair. The two were obviously plotting a strategy, but this was not for public ears.
