Post by Vice-President Devotion on Mar 20, 2016 18:44:18 GMT -6
"I'm about to board the jet right now, sir."
Smartly dressed in a black pin stripe pants suit, Devotion Profit's stiletto heels clicked against the hangar floor as the GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 Vice-President talked on her smartphone while confidently made her way to one of the two private corporate Lear jets.
"I'll be in Seattle for a couple of days in meetings with Cedric Southern and then hopefully down to Louisiana to crush the amusement park gym rats."
It had been a quite a rough past three months in her world. Ground Zero Global had been rocked toward the end of 2015 with a myriad of issues: plummeting network ratings, live gate attendance dropped substantially, and a rapid departure of Globalstars to name a few. There hadn't been a live televised broadcast since Aftermath2K15; instead repeat shows were being rebroadcast, repackaged as classic or throwback shows. It was a marketing ploy that was wearing thin on the viewing Globalverse.
"Well the Legal Department has already drawn up the cease and desist order to forbid them from utilizing the championship belts in any fashion or form in connection with their little organization. And of course as an aside I sent some of my guys down there to get our property back as well as to put those upstarts in their proper place in the world of wrestling."
She carefully made her way up the stairs to the luxury plane's entrance.
"You know I'll keep you informed with everything, Poppa. We're all in this together. I love you."
With a heavy exhale, the youngest daughter of John Profit ended the call. She slipped the phone into her Michael Kors purse before removing the Louis Vutton sunglasses from her face.
"You want a war, Munin? You have no idea what Hell is about to be unleashed upon you and that pathetic patch of swamp land."
Cracking an evil smirk, she moved into the jet, not looking back as the flight attendant closed the door.
Smartly dressed in a black pin stripe pants suit, Devotion Profit's stiletto heels clicked against the hangar floor as the GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 Vice-President talked on her smartphone while confidently made her way to one of the two private corporate Lear jets.
"I'll be in Seattle for a couple of days in meetings with Cedric Southern and then hopefully down to Louisiana to crush the amusement park gym rats."
It had been a quite a rough past three months in her world. Ground Zero Global had been rocked toward the end of 2015 with a myriad of issues: plummeting network ratings, live gate attendance dropped substantially, and a rapid departure of Globalstars to name a few. There hadn't been a live televised broadcast since Aftermath2K15; instead repeat shows were being rebroadcast, repackaged as classic or throwback shows. It was a marketing ploy that was wearing thin on the viewing Globalverse.
"Well the Legal Department has already drawn up the cease and desist order to forbid them from utilizing the championship belts in any fashion or form in connection with their little organization. And of course as an aside I sent some of my guys down there to get our property back as well as to put those upstarts in their proper place in the world of wrestling."
She carefully made her way up the stairs to the luxury plane's entrance.
"You know I'll keep you informed with everything, Poppa. We're all in this together. I love you."
With a heavy exhale, the youngest daughter of John Profit ended the call. She slipped the phone into her Michael Kors purse before removing the Louis Vutton sunglasses from her face.
"You want a war, Munin? You have no idea what Hell is about to be unleashed upon you and that pathetic patch of swamp land."
Cracking an evil smirk, she moved into the jet, not looking back as the flight attendant closed the door.
