>>10614903Holly looks at the man with a smug aura that she absolutely does not feel. Terror grips at her stomach, and her heart beats rapidly, but she cannot do anything but exude an aura of snarky confidence. She'd made her choice, she'd not be a puppet dancing on the marionette strings of a bunch of old codgers trying to save themselves from the chop... but that didn't mean she wasn't terrified of the consequences. A string of firings had occurred, seemingly all at once, wrestlers who had been in major storylines, wrestlers who moved merch, wrestlers who were OVER. She'd not realised the danger she was in when she'd taken the stage, and now it was all she could do to act like it was all a part of her plan.
>You're not going to fire me.>I know the auditors want to save money, and that means cutting talent... But the roster is thin, and all I've done is 'talk shit' like you asked.>You can huff and puff, and bitch about your lumbago or whatever it is grump old farts do. Doesn't change the fact we both know you're not going to touch me.>Go find yourself another 'golden girl' to push so you can take credit at the board meetings.She spoke easily, but her heart threatened to jump out of her throat.
Silence follows.
