>>10548299>>10548443"Shame about the loss, kid, but you did good out there," The words are intermingled with cigarette smoke, the semi-disinterested executive seems more rapt in his phone than the bloodied and panting wrestler before him, his eyes flicking only occasionally up to look at the blond Argentine, "We might have pushed you to the main event a tad too soon but kids love that shit. We'll keep stressing this 'shit-talking babyface' angle and we can more than make up for the loss of sales since Skelly bought the farm."
Holly opens her mouth to talk, wanting to cut off the older man, to say something to speak to the deceased champion, but finds herself spoken over the top of.
"A few more months, a year maybe, and we can position you as a right proper starlet. That's what you wanted, right? Merch and gold and all the sparkles in between? Sure, we've got to get the belt some mileage first, Divine's going to be an absolute monster for the coomer crowd. A champion that will step on the fans? Imagine the dimes. Y'know, the auditors may just be happy with the direction after this, we'll cut the Dog loose and reposition- ah shit, sorry, sweetheart, I'm boring you with number talk. Keep hitting people good."
"You know, there were six of us in that match..." Holly interjects, the words stinging upon her ruined tongue.
"Shit, kid, you sound awful.... Yeah, yeah, six of ya. Plenty of cash to go around for most of ya, that Steeli is over, Zuni's got that 'gimmick' of hers, and pretty sure I just saw Zuna salivating in the back. Plenty of money to be made, kid, plenty for all of you."
