Post by Lady Munin on May 7, 2016 18:14:38 GMT
Neon lights painted the inside of the glass ferris wheel sphere in splotches of purple and blue.
The night time landscape of the park was laid out before its occupants in a picture both enchanting and slightly surreal. There was just something about amusement parks at night that was magical, and Pure Amusement was far from your typical park.
The sound of a throat clearing drew Munin's attention back to her company. The neon colors of the wheel speckling acrossed her pail skin, and black hair.
Lady Munin: I must say this is the first time I've had someone ask to sign paperwork on a Ferris wheel.
Sitting across Munin is another black haired person. His dark clothing and tattooed arms almost seem as dark, but he’s dressed rather casually for an apparent signing.
Roy Baker: It’s something new for the both of us then. Not a bad scene if you ask me, though. Much better than what the offices could give. Don’t you think?
A smile tugged at her cherry red lips, her dark eyes gleaming with pleasure.
Lady Munin: Actually I do agree. Believe it or not I've never been on this ride at night time.
The man looks over his shoulder over most of the park and couldn’t help but scoff at the sight.
Roy Baker: I’ve never actually been in a ferris wheel before in general. Never really had the time for it, and it seemed like one of those rides made for cheesy couples or newly weds to ride. Looking at it now though, I regret not doing it sooner. The view’s great.
Baker looks back at Munin as he crosses his arms.
Roy Baker: I guess it’s now the new hype for contract signings, huh?
Lady Munin: No, I doubt that I will sign another contract like this, unless it's specifically requested. I will make a point to take a night ride from now on through.
Clearing her throat she tapped the paperwork between them with one matte black nail.
Lady Munin: I believe everything is in order.
Baker frowns as he takes the paper and quickly reads some of the lines. He bites his lower lip as he reads it.
Roy Baker: Making sure I didn’t…
He flips a page. Then another.
Roy Baker: Forget anything…
The paper is then handed back to Munin as Baker relaxes in his seat, looking out the opposite window.
Roy Baker: I was always sure I’d join the circus at some point, y’know. Well, this is close enough but still. Never knew I’d be wrestling with a non-indy company though. How’d your guys find me?
Lady Munin: I make it a point to scout promising talent through various sources.
Roy Baker smirks.
Roy Baker: Exactly… so why me? You did say promising, right?
A chuckle from the man in the cabin with Munin.
Lady Munin: You have a rare determination, and a raw talent that caught my attention.
Baker’s face shows a quick from and another smirk.
Roy Baker: Thanks… I guess. Not sure about the raw talent but… critics like to say my record in the indies speak for me. But every single suit in an office has a view on someone. How far they’ll go, how long they’ll last, and how much money you can make off of someone. Every corporation is the same…
The sudden change in tone from Baker comes as a bit of a surprise.
Roy Baker: What about PAW? Is it really that different?
The Lady of PAW tilted her to the side slight as she observed the young man before her.
Lady Munin: You mean besides the obvious? Honestly you would have to answer that question for yourself. Reality can be a bit subjective, and what is different for me may not seem all that different from you. I have no pretty words or promises to give you sir. Just the facts that are in your contract, and the chance for you to make your mark. scoff once again from the man opposite of Munin.
Roy Baker: I wasn’t expecting pretty words or promises. The only promise I wanted was a contract here. I was just hoping for a place without any… special treatment to special talent. Or those who are close to management.
A silence falls between the two. But it’s broken by the male.
Roy Baker: I’ve been offered opportunities before, Munin. i’ve been offered contracts where the first step would be to have me compete as the main man on the roster. I was promised main event spots and title matches on the first week in. This was by high caliber promotions, this was done by places who only ran hardcore… if not extreme, matches. And I know you’ve had those matches yourself Munin. They change how you are, who you become and what you were. They leave scars no man or woman would like to keep. I was promised to be the top guy in such a company and never have to compete in any of those types of matches. The company would ensure so.
Baker’s head turns back out the window, looking down at the various lights below them. He smiles, it is a rather pretty sight.
Roy Baker: I’m a single man, Munin. I have no one I have to provide for but myself, and I was promised riches and fame. I took none of it, and continued my dominance in the indy promotions. I was on a 26 win streak before you picked me up, and I plan on continuing my dominance on my own accord.
Then his head turns back to face Munin, his green eyes meeting her brown dark eyes.
Roy Baker: You said you had no pretty words or promises to make me? That would mean that Pure Amusement Wrestling is the first promotion to offer me no such things. You’ve just proven to me that PAW truly is as different as some of the rumors tell me. That means you have a loyal employee for life. A new family member to join the Pure Amusement family.
Roy grins and continues in a cold tone, not letting Munin respond..
Roy Baker: There’s one thing you should know though. As of signing that paper I might be considered a part of the PAW family. But I won’t be there at the dinner table to pass around the salt. I’ll be out here, in the ring, somewhere that’s not where they are. I don’t aim to be your internet darling, I don’t want to be one of your social media boytoys. I’m not here to make friends neither. I respect you, Munin. I respect your company. I respect your staff, your employees, your wrestlers, your entertainers. But no one will stop me from getting to either the Midway or Heavyweight title.
The genuine laughter that rang out at his words was almost musical.
Lady Munin: No offense Mr. Baker, but if I was looking for a social butterfly we wouldn't be sitting here. Now all that's left is to sign if you will, or get off the ride if you won't.
A silence between the two, as Baker is clearly thinking. His eyes move down to the paper, back up to the eyes of Lady Munin, outside the cart and bites his upper lip. He stops and sighs as a small drip of blood appears on his lip that quickly disappears.
Roy Baker takes the paper, the pen and begins to sign his name on several spots. Before the final signature is placed he looks up once more into Munin’s eyes. And whilst looking he signs the last required term.
After that, he hands the paper back over to Munin.
Roy Baker: When do I start, when’s my first match and what day.
Lady Munin: You start as soon as you like, your first match will be announced after the next show. You will be paid a sign up fee, and if you make an appearance in the upcoming show you will be paid for that as well. Whether you are in a match or not.
She flips through the papers to make sure no lines were missed, and adds her own signature here and there.
Lady Munin: Welcome to Pure Amusement Wrestling Mr. Baker. I hope your time with us will be as interesting as it is lucrative.
She meets his eyes once more as the ride slows on decent. Her gaze heavy as she observes him with a penetrating black stare. It would almost be unsettling if not for the Cheshire grin that stretched her lips. Soon the wheel came to a halt and the glass steel door was opened.
Lady Munin: It seems our ride is done, good night Mr. Baker.
Without waiting for a reply the small woman gathered her papers, and exited the ride...Leaving Baker to his own thoughts.
A man showed up in the door frame however. An older man, and he looked right at Baker.
Park staff: You gettin’ out or what, punk?
Baker gets comfortable and sinks into the seating, one arm stretched over the back and one to support his head.
Roy Baker: I’ll go for another… take in the view this time.
The staff member grunts something as he returns back, and the wheel goes for another spin.
The cabin’s door closes, and Baker lifts his boots up to the table to rest them.
And just before we fade, Baker says one more thing to himself.
Roy Baker: The Prince has arrived...
Fade.
The night time landscape of the park was laid out before its occupants in a picture both enchanting and slightly surreal. There was just something about amusement parks at night that was magical, and Pure Amusement was far from your typical park.
The sound of a throat clearing drew Munin's attention back to her company. The neon colors of the wheel speckling acrossed her pail skin, and black hair.
Lady Munin: I must say this is the first time I've had someone ask to sign paperwork on a Ferris wheel.
Sitting across Munin is another black haired person. His dark clothing and tattooed arms almost seem as dark, but he’s dressed rather casually for an apparent signing.
Roy Baker: It’s something new for the both of us then. Not a bad scene if you ask me, though. Much better than what the offices could give. Don’t you think?
A smile tugged at her cherry red lips, her dark eyes gleaming with pleasure.
Lady Munin: Actually I do agree. Believe it or not I've never been on this ride at night time.
The man looks over his shoulder over most of the park and couldn’t help but scoff at the sight.
Roy Baker: I’ve never actually been in a ferris wheel before in general. Never really had the time for it, and it seemed like one of those rides made for cheesy couples or newly weds to ride. Looking at it now though, I regret not doing it sooner. The view’s great.
Baker looks back at Munin as he crosses his arms.
Roy Baker: I guess it’s now the new hype for contract signings, huh?
Lady Munin: No, I doubt that I will sign another contract like this, unless it's specifically requested. I will make a point to take a night ride from now on through.
Clearing her throat she tapped the paperwork between them with one matte black nail.
Lady Munin: I believe everything is in order.
Baker frowns as he takes the paper and quickly reads some of the lines. He bites his lower lip as he reads it.
Roy Baker: Making sure I didn’t…
He flips a page. Then another.
Roy Baker: Forget anything…
The paper is then handed back to Munin as Baker relaxes in his seat, looking out the opposite window.
Roy Baker: I was always sure I’d join the circus at some point, y’know. Well, this is close enough but still. Never knew I’d be wrestling with a non-indy company though. How’d your guys find me?
Lady Munin: I make it a point to scout promising talent through various sources.
Roy Baker smirks.
Roy Baker: Exactly… so why me? You did say promising, right?
A chuckle from the man in the cabin with Munin.
Lady Munin: You have a rare determination, and a raw talent that caught my attention.
Baker’s face shows a quick from and another smirk.
Roy Baker: Thanks… I guess. Not sure about the raw talent but… critics like to say my record in the indies speak for me. But every single suit in an office has a view on someone. How far they’ll go, how long they’ll last, and how much money you can make off of someone. Every corporation is the same…
The sudden change in tone from Baker comes as a bit of a surprise.
Roy Baker: What about PAW? Is it really that different?
The Lady of PAW tilted her to the side slight as she observed the young man before her.
Lady Munin: You mean besides the obvious? Honestly you would have to answer that question for yourself. Reality can be a bit subjective, and what is different for me may not seem all that different from you. I have no pretty words or promises to give you sir. Just the facts that are in your contract, and the chance for you to make your mark. scoff once again from the man opposite of Munin.
Roy Baker: I wasn’t expecting pretty words or promises. The only promise I wanted was a contract here. I was just hoping for a place without any… special treatment to special talent. Or those who are close to management.
A silence falls between the two. But it’s broken by the male.
Roy Baker: I’ve been offered opportunities before, Munin. i’ve been offered contracts where the first step would be to have me compete as the main man on the roster. I was promised main event spots and title matches on the first week in. This was by high caliber promotions, this was done by places who only ran hardcore… if not extreme, matches. And I know you’ve had those matches yourself Munin. They change how you are, who you become and what you were. They leave scars no man or woman would like to keep. I was promised to be the top guy in such a company and never have to compete in any of those types of matches. The company would ensure so.
Baker’s head turns back out the window, looking down at the various lights below them. He smiles, it is a rather pretty sight.
Roy Baker: I’m a single man, Munin. I have no one I have to provide for but myself, and I was promised riches and fame. I took none of it, and continued my dominance in the indy promotions. I was on a 26 win streak before you picked me up, and I plan on continuing my dominance on my own accord.
Then his head turns back to face Munin, his green eyes meeting her brown dark eyes.
Roy Baker: You said you had no pretty words or promises to make me? That would mean that Pure Amusement Wrestling is the first promotion to offer me no such things. You’ve just proven to me that PAW truly is as different as some of the rumors tell me. That means you have a loyal employee for life. A new family member to join the Pure Amusement family.
Roy grins and continues in a cold tone, not letting Munin respond..
Roy Baker: There’s one thing you should know though. As of signing that paper I might be considered a part of the PAW family. But I won’t be there at the dinner table to pass around the salt. I’ll be out here, in the ring, somewhere that’s not where they are. I don’t aim to be your internet darling, I don’t want to be one of your social media boytoys. I’m not here to make friends neither. I respect you, Munin. I respect your company. I respect your staff, your employees, your wrestlers, your entertainers. But no one will stop me from getting to either the Midway or Heavyweight title.
The genuine laughter that rang out at his words was almost musical.
Lady Munin: No offense Mr. Baker, but if I was looking for a social butterfly we wouldn't be sitting here. Now all that's left is to sign if you will, or get off the ride if you won't.
A silence between the two, as Baker is clearly thinking. His eyes move down to the paper, back up to the eyes of Lady Munin, outside the cart and bites his upper lip. He stops and sighs as a small drip of blood appears on his lip that quickly disappears.
Roy Baker takes the paper, the pen and begins to sign his name on several spots. Before the final signature is placed he looks up once more into Munin’s eyes. And whilst looking he signs the last required term.
After that, he hands the paper back over to Munin.
Roy Baker: When do I start, when’s my first match and what day.
Lady Munin: You start as soon as you like, your first match will be announced after the next show. You will be paid a sign up fee, and if you make an appearance in the upcoming show you will be paid for that as well. Whether you are in a match or not.
She flips through the papers to make sure no lines were missed, and adds her own signature here and there.
Lady Munin: Welcome to Pure Amusement Wrestling Mr. Baker. I hope your time with us will be as interesting as it is lucrative.
She meets his eyes once more as the ride slows on decent. Her gaze heavy as she observes him with a penetrating black stare. It would almost be unsettling if not for the Cheshire grin that stretched her lips. Soon the wheel came to a halt and the glass steel door was opened.
Lady Munin: It seems our ride is done, good night Mr. Baker.
Without waiting for a reply the small woman gathered her papers, and exited the ride...Leaving Baker to his own thoughts.
A man showed up in the door frame however. An older man, and he looked right at Baker.
Park staff: You gettin’ out or what, punk?
Baker gets comfortable and sinks into the seating, one arm stretched over the back and one to support his head.
Roy Baker: I’ll go for another… take in the view this time.
The staff member grunts something as he returns back, and the wheel goes for another spin.
The cabin’s door closes, and Baker lifts his boots up to the table to rest them.
And just before we fade, Baker says one more thing to himself.
Roy Baker: The Prince has arrived...
Fade.