>>10144267>WWA Exec: Can you please step back into the office? It's windy and cold out here and we have negotiations over your contract to finish>Kelly: And waste a beautiful view like this? I think not. Besides, there's no negotiation. Your organization wants to sign me, and I told you the salary I want. Make the deal.>Ms. Divanna, even if you've spent a couple years on the indies and in that godforsaken Goon Japan Pro Wrestling, you're still a newcomer here. We can't just give you the same salary as established acts like->You can and you will. You've been paying my cousin an arm and a leg since before she even debuted according to what I've heard. And she barely wrestles once a month and hardly needs the money>Priscilla's investments and the merchandising opportunities provided by the Divine Angels have been incredibly lucrative to us. What do you have to offer?>Well I can't pay you off with 'investments'. I don't have a damn cent to my name right now thanks to Goon Japan not paying me. And I don't have a slutty girl gang for you to sell shirts of. But what I do have is a mother who was screwed by this industry, a mother that I want to build a comfortable life for. That and the capability to toss you off this balcony within the next ten seconds if you don't give me what I want>What the hell did you just say?>You've got five more seconds.>You wouldn't dare!Kelly darts forward, and after a brief and one sided scuffle, the WWA executive finds himself halfway over the edge of the balcony, screaming in terror
>WWA Exec: OH MY FUCKING GOD, STOP!>Kelly: Do we have a deal, dumbass?>YES! YES!>Good.She pulls him back onto solid ground and pushes a pen and a contract into his hands. He hurriedly signs off on it.
WWA Exec: D-do you want anything else?
Kelly: Yeah, I do. Get me a ride out to the Divine Mansion
