Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2020 0:57:48 GMT -5
Moments after pinning Azurine on Clash…
Upon orchestrating the biggest upset in professional wrestling history, Amelia Abernathy looks to make her great escape. Fleeing from the ring like a cat on a hot tin roof, she speeds up the ramp, only slowing down for JJ and Red to catch up. The billionaire screams at them to hurry up and they obey. Bolting into the backstage area, the trio make quick work passing through it and to the outside parking lot. However, the fans from the overfill section of the Maverick Center are having none of it and overwhelm the small security force present. They spill out past them and the race is on, their hate filled slurs piercing the air louder than the screeching of the aristocrat herself.
Her trademark pink limousine is near and Red uses his massive frame to interpose between the fleeing billionaire and the horde of angry haters. It’s a good thing he does, as a glass bottle impacts the mastodon's back and bounces off, followed by another. The limo door flings open and the despised trio pile in, Red power tossing an unfortunate fan who almost gets in.
Amelia: GO! GO! GO! DRIVE IDIOT DRIVE!
Her shrill is nearly enough to crack the bullet proof windows on the luxury vehicle. The wheelman obliges and peels out with all manner of things being hurled at them in their wake. It takes several minutes, but when they’re free on the interstate, a panting Amelia finally breaks from her rampant paranoia and nabs a bottle of wine to decompress.
Amelia: Thank you, guys. God that was close!
She forgoes a glass and straight up gulps the beverage down. Then, she pauses and looks over her own body, the revelation hitting her.
Amelia: I…. I survived! I survived! Azurine didn’t hurt me!
She checks herself one more time. No blood. Some small throbbing about the head but other than that no terrible injuries she’d anticipated.
Red and JJ give her grand applause and encouragement.
JJ: One week down, Ms. Abernathy. Fifty-One more to go.
He smiles and claps while Red gives her a big brotherly type side hug and pat on the shoulder.
Red: Knew you could do it.
The partition window rolls down and the driver, Smitty, interrupts the villainous feel good moment by handing Amelia a card.
Smitty: Ma’am, a weird man in a yellow mask gave this to me to give to you. He said he wanted to take you up on your ‘Help not wanted but needed’ ad that you posted on AW’s social media board.
She notices the name and number on the card.
Amelia: Carnivore? Totally going to regret this..
She forces herself to dial the number, and after a few rings it picks up.
Carnivore: Hello?
Amelia: This is Amelia Abernathy looking for Mr. Carnivore.
Carnivore: OH… uh, yes. That’s me.
Amelia: I heard you had an offer for me about being a trainer? I’m in a bit of a rush right now but give me a gist or something and we’ll see real quick.
Carnivore: Um, I got audited annnnd I’m gonna lose the gym that I inherited
if I don’t bring in some money. It's really been draining my savings and it's not being used but it was from my adoptive dad so I don't want to sell it.
Amelia: Ah, so, I pay it and the slate gets wiped clean, and you train me as payment. You do realize you will be lambasted for having any association with me right?
Carnivore: ...I do. I saw your match with Azurine. I don’t like this any more than you do. But I love this industry, this business more than I dislike you and I want to teach the new superstars all that I know an-
She cuts him off with a rude cough.
Amelia: Okay, well, no need for the rest of that. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Got it. I appreciate your honesty. I think we can work something out. Let’s meet up in person this week and get the ball rolling. I’ll send you the details momentarily.
He says something but she hangs up. JJ’s already hot in the intel grab with info on Carnivore.
JJ: This might work out better than we thought. Carnivore is a tag guy, and you just got slotted in the Battle Bowl tag tournament. Good thing he called since Dagvald is still a wild card.
He shows her the brackets that just played in the Clash broadcast. The aristocrat throws a hissy fit over it..
Amelia: THOSE MOTHERF-
End of RP
OOC: Thank you to the handler of Carnivore for helping co write this.