Post by Charmaine DaGawd™️ on Sept 15, 2019 15:52:52 GMT -5
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 12TH - After turning a corner in her life, yet another formidable hurdle would reveal itself, Charmaine DaGawd™️ (trademark pending) would take it upon herself to employ three capable women to assist her in handling the business aspect of the industry. Clarissa Jagger, alumni of the University of Georgia Law School, responsible for overseeing contractual negotiations and securing copyrights relating to her brand; Rachel Marks, graduate of Penn State with a bachelor’s in marketing, head of promotion and sales; and lastly Joan Hughes, her assistant who has worked under CEO’s and several business executives, responsible for bookings, hotel reservations, and all things traveling.
On the set of one of her latest bookings for Muscle & Fitness Magazine was Charmaine, a vision of loveliness if she’d ever saw one, peered back at her from the vanity mirror; camera ready as ever -- makeup on fleek, a bold red lip gating those pearly whites, donning her usual in-ring attire as sat patiently in the styling chair flipping through last month’s issue as the onset stylist finished braiding her signature ponytail. To think that she of all people would be gracing the cover of Muscle & Fitness was surreal, but her washboard abs, that were deep enough to climb like rungs on a ladder, spoke for themselves. She was pretty damn impressive. Her personal assistant hustled at her side, glasses just over the bridge of her nose and hair snagged into a bun, in a white blouse, olive colored skirt, and black heels.
Joan: How’re we doing over here?
Naudia Lane (Stylist): We’re just about finished.
Joan: Fantastic. Charmaine, you look absolutely stunning, as always. Can I get you a beverage or anything?
Charmaine DaGawd: No thank you, sweetie, I’m fine. But I must say I’m flabbergasted that you managed to book me for Muscle & Fitness under such short notice. I’ve gotta ask, how did you accomplish something like this?
Joan: I just so happen to have my ear to the ground, made some connections with some photographers, heard a rumor that Muscle & Fitness were looking for another fresh pair of abs after Odell Beckham flaked on them, so I called them up and merely suggested they use a fresher face -- one that is certainly on the rise and will alter the face of Pro Wrestling for the better -- and informed them of how stupid they would be NOT to hop on this train before it peels out of the station. It was YOUR image that really won them over, though.
She couldn’t help but smirk at that. Charmaine was on the verge of becoming something far bigger than just another Wrestler, she was becoming a brand.
Charmaine DaGawd: Well, color me impressed by your resourcefulness. It seems that I made the right decision in hiring you, keep this up and you’ll be on your way to a raise by the end of the year.
Joan (smiling cheek to cheek at the mere mention of a raise, she adjusts her glasses and responds): Thank you ma’am. Aren’t you glad you passed up Jubeilation for this?
Charmaine DaGawd (scoffs): It was a front. A joke. A nauseating excuse for the world to sing the praises of one sad, lonely, and miserable little man who can’t seem to let go of the past. I won’t sit in denial of Masuda Jubei, he’s done a lot for the APW; and being that he’s quite the sensation across the pond, he just kicked down a rather large door for the rest of us who the rest of the world has yet to discover. I will give him that, I will give him ALL of that. But I will not feed into his ego. He’s the current World Heavyweight Champion, there’s no telling what kind of training regimes he had to commit to -- or the things he had to sacrifice in order to usher that fantasy into the realm of reality, but he should keep in mind that him having that belt doesn’t make him untouchable. It makes him a target. Whether he chooses to believe it or not, we’re all gunning for him, even those - whether by choice or stipulation - he must lean on for safety and support. Let's keep it a hundred, none of us got into this business to be anything less than the best, not even the members of his delusional clan are going to settle for second best for long; a turn is imminent, it’s inevitable, and it’s gonna hurt, whether it comes from the ticking time bomb that is Allen Anderson or Jaice Wilds. If memory serves me correctly, the latter has had some bad blood with the former, a known business associate and friend Masudas, one who he has proven he would stick his neck out for even against Irina...begs the question, could either of them really trust each other in our upcoming tag team match?
Joan: Sounds like it could be worth exploring.
Charmaine DaGawd: Or exploiting to our advantage.
A twisted grin, which spelled out wicked intentions, swam to surface on Charmaine’s face, concluding the scene.
On the set of one of her latest bookings for Muscle & Fitness Magazine was Charmaine, a vision of loveliness if she’d ever saw one, peered back at her from the vanity mirror; camera ready as ever -- makeup on fleek, a bold red lip gating those pearly whites, donning her usual in-ring attire as sat patiently in the styling chair flipping through last month’s issue as the onset stylist finished braiding her signature ponytail. To think that she of all people would be gracing the cover of Muscle & Fitness was surreal, but her washboard abs, that were deep enough to climb like rungs on a ladder, spoke for themselves. She was pretty damn impressive. Her personal assistant hustled at her side, glasses just over the bridge of her nose and hair snagged into a bun, in a white blouse, olive colored skirt, and black heels.
Joan: How’re we doing over here?
Naudia Lane (Stylist): We’re just about finished.
Joan: Fantastic. Charmaine, you look absolutely stunning, as always. Can I get you a beverage or anything?
Charmaine DaGawd: No thank you, sweetie, I’m fine. But I must say I’m flabbergasted that you managed to book me for Muscle & Fitness under such short notice. I’ve gotta ask, how did you accomplish something like this?
Joan: I just so happen to have my ear to the ground, made some connections with some photographers, heard a rumor that Muscle & Fitness were looking for another fresh pair of abs after Odell Beckham flaked on them, so I called them up and merely suggested they use a fresher face -- one that is certainly on the rise and will alter the face of Pro Wrestling for the better -- and informed them of how stupid they would be NOT to hop on this train before it peels out of the station. It was YOUR image that really won them over, though.
She couldn’t help but smirk at that. Charmaine was on the verge of becoming something far bigger than just another Wrestler, she was becoming a brand.
Charmaine DaGawd: Well, color me impressed by your resourcefulness. It seems that I made the right decision in hiring you, keep this up and you’ll be on your way to a raise by the end of the year.
Joan (smiling cheek to cheek at the mere mention of a raise, she adjusts her glasses and responds): Thank you ma’am. Aren’t you glad you passed up Jubeilation for this?
Charmaine DaGawd (scoffs): It was a front. A joke. A nauseating excuse for the world to sing the praises of one sad, lonely, and miserable little man who can’t seem to let go of the past. I won’t sit in denial of Masuda Jubei, he’s done a lot for the APW; and being that he’s quite the sensation across the pond, he just kicked down a rather large door for the rest of us who the rest of the world has yet to discover. I will give him that, I will give him ALL of that. But I will not feed into his ego. He’s the current World Heavyweight Champion, there’s no telling what kind of training regimes he had to commit to -- or the things he had to sacrifice in order to usher that fantasy into the realm of reality, but he should keep in mind that him having that belt doesn’t make him untouchable. It makes him a target. Whether he chooses to believe it or not, we’re all gunning for him, even those - whether by choice or stipulation - he must lean on for safety and support. Let's keep it a hundred, none of us got into this business to be anything less than the best, not even the members of his delusional clan are going to settle for second best for long; a turn is imminent, it’s inevitable, and it’s gonna hurt, whether it comes from the ticking time bomb that is Allen Anderson or Jaice Wilds. If memory serves me correctly, the latter has had some bad blood with the former, a known business associate and friend Masudas, one who he has proven he would stick his neck out for even against Irina...begs the question, could either of them really trust each other in our upcoming tag team match?
Joan: Sounds like it could be worth exploring.
Charmaine DaGawd: Or exploiting to our advantage.
A twisted grin, which spelled out wicked intentions, swam to surface on Charmaine’s face, concluding the scene.
