Post by Carmen Cambridge on Nov 15, 2016 1:33:52 GMT -5
New York City
AWE Headquarters
November 13, 2016
In the corporate headquarters for AWE, men in suits walked down the hallways. Assistants were walking around with cups of coffee for the bosses, and business was being conducted as usual.
"Where can I get some service around here!?"
The voice was loud, brash, and belonged to none other than Carmen Cambridge. The suited men turned to see the pink haired wrestler strutting down the hallway like only she could. Clad in Nikes, jeans, and a t-shirt that read 'No time for you, boo boo!', Carmen walked with a purpose. She smacked a stack of papers out of a staff members hand.
"I said can I get some service here?! Ain't nobody got time to be playin' with ya'll suits."
The man in front of her lowered his bushy eyebrows in her direction while clearing his throat.
"This is a place of business and you will conduct yourself as such. Do you understa-"
"I understand that you have about three seconds to point me in the direction of the boss around here before I make a scene. Feel me, boo boo?"
"Well, since you asked in such a calm manner..."
He points down the hallway after making his statement in a sarcastic tone.
"Just around the corner, third door on your right."
"I thought you'd see it my way."
Carmen smirks before continuing down the hall. She stops momentarily, only to grab a donut off of a tray one of the assistants was carrying. She takes a bite of the donut before dropping it to the floor.
"Why the eff does that thing taste like a wooden brick?"
Carmen shakes her head and turns the corner. She spots the third door on the right, walks up to it and reads the nameplate on the golden plaque out loud.
"T.S. Elliot...Mr.Rogers, I don't give a..."
Before finishing her sentence, she bangs on the door loudly with her knuckles.
"Open up, you have a V.I.V...very important visitor, boo boo!"
T.S. Elliot fails to open the door, leaving Carmen no choice but to kick it, but still, no answer. She raises her voice so that the entire office can hear her.
"Fine, don't answer, but lemme place an order."
Carmen pulls a piece of paper out of her back pocket and unfolds it revealing the words 'Resilience Menu' as well as numbers and pictures all over it. She holds it to the door and pulls two pieces of tape out, taping the menu to the door.
"Lemme get a number two, as in second entrant for the Royal Rumble match. I made the request in my last video but you haven't responded."
Carmen points at a picture of Benny Stevens.
"Lemme get another number two, as in Benny Stevens because we all know he's doo-doo, boo-boo's."
She points one final time to a graphically designed picture of the physically unseen Resilience title.
"Lemme get one more number two, as in a second shot at Zack Fantana and the Resilience championship. Do you hear my requests, Mr.Elliot? Get on that!"
Carmen turns away from the door, looking directly into the camera.
"Fantana, you feel like it's you against the world, but you aren't Tupac. The competitors in this match don't care about you, they want that gold strap that even you haven't seen yet. You put yourself on a pedestal and it's time someone knocked you off of it. That someone is gonna be ME, straight up. This entire match is gonna be LIT, we finna light it on fire. I'ma bring so much Carnage, that this Colgate smile will never leave my face."
She flashes a smile to the camera.
"I'ma bring cheese and crackers since I know how much that would mean to SOB, hell, we gonna have a Walking Dead marathon for the Zombie. I'm out to please everyone, but I'm also the bearer of bad news, boo boos. While I'm smiling in your faces, I'm the same gucci girl that will SMACK you in the face too.
This Royal Rumble is every person for themselves and we can all come up with the most creative ways to describe how we're going to win, but all that matters is who actually backs those words up at Massacre two. Dang, another two...must be my lucky number."
Carmen takes one more long look at the door of her boss before turning and walking back down the hallway. Everyone in the office stops talking when they see her.
"Make sure when you guys see Mr.Elliot, you tell him Carmen Cambridge was here looking for him. Let him know that I want number two in that Royal Rumble."
She turns to leave but stops and turns back, locking eyes with the assistant she took the donut from.
"By the way, that donut tasted about as stale as Benny Stevens' comedic efforts. Get some better catering before I come back again."
Carmen laughs as she walks down the hallway towards the exit door. She stops immediately before the elevator and stares at a promotional poster for AWE, featuring Zack Fantana with a smirk on his face and the words 'Resilient Champion' underneath.
"What's yours is about to be mines..."
She places her hand over the word champion as the elevator dings, prompting her focus to shift to the door. She steps into the elevator and is greeted by a old man with peppered gray hair. He smiles at her.
"Going up or down, ma'am?"
"Like my opponents chances at the next show...going DOWN, boo boo."
"Boo boo?"
The man scratches his stubbled chin as Carmen rolls her eyes and hits the down arrow in the elevator, closing the camera man out.