From (Outside) the Offices of Marcel & Martel
Dec 29, 2018 16:12:06 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on Dec 29, 2018 16:12:06 GMT -5
December 23, 2018
Bloomfield, New Jersey
Our cameras open up outside of an office room inside of-- according to the text at the bottom of our screen-- “FGA HQ.” Amanda Johnson stands outside, dressed business casual for the occasion, microphone in hand as she addresses the camera.
Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, Amanda Johnson here with potentially breaking news. Earlier this afternoon, Mr. Asherman met with a team of attorneys, claiming to be representatives of a ‘group’ of FGA Grapplers with concerns regarding their... treatment on the Flashpoint brand. Now, while I wasn’t offered many specifics on their visit, I can only assume that this issue was pushed by our reigning World Tag Tea--
Amanda pauses as the doorknob twitches a bit behind her and the voices on the other side of it, albeit muffled, become louder.
Amanda Johnson: We were allowed access to the upper suites here at FGA HQ and it sounds like this meeting might be wrapping up. I’m going to do my absolute best to get a few words here. Stand by.
The camera lingers on the door separating the interviewer from the men and women on the inside of the office until finally, the door swings open. We catch merely a glimpse of Larry T. Asherman as a tall, dark-haired man that would look vaguely familiar to many viewers, and a stout woman with red hair tied into a ponytail step out of the office and into the hallway, dressed purely for business.
Amanda Johnson: Excuse me. If you guys have just a qui--
The woman sighs softly, calmly raising a hand in the face of Amanda-- who blinks, clearly in disapproval of the gesture.
Rude af: We don’t have time. Frank and I are supposed to be off today. But justice never sleeps, does it?
Frank shakes his head with a small sigh.
Rude af: Never sleeps. That’s why we’re here, doing our small part in making the world of sports, hyphen, entertainment a cleaner place.
The woman reaches into Frank’s breast pocket, retrieving a non-traditional black business card, inked in gold. Seamlessly finding the camera with her eyes, she flashes the card.
Marcel: Marcel & Martel: Attorneys & Law.
Amanda squints, leaning forward to look at the card.
Amanda Johnson: ...what’s the fine print say?
Marcel: “Justice never sleeps.”
Amanda Johnson: Of course it does.
Marcel: And farewell. Frank and I have sunlight to catch.
The woman nods to Frank and begins to lead the way out of frame, and presumably out of the hallway, but Amanda holds up a hand and takes a few steps to catch up.
Amanda Johnson: If you can just answer me this-- was your meeting with Mr. Asherman about Hadley Herrera?
Marcel: There’s no need to discuss that.
The attorneys never stop walking and Amanda shoots a frustrated look toward the camera before attempting a different approach, following the pair through the open door that leads down a staircase, creating an echo as the three descend.
Amanda Johnson: Are you willing to give us any insight as to the… nature of your visit? Obviously there’s going to be a ton of speculation among the fanbase and the locker room.
Marcel: That sounds fun.
Marcel & Martel (Attorneys at Law) make their way into the bottom level of the building, making no effort to have a further word with Amanda. Defeated, Amanda Johnson slows to a stop as the pair make their way through the glass double doors, leading to the outside world in Bloomfield, New Jersey. Amanda lingers momentarily, shaking her head, before turning on her heel to head back in the direction she came… though she freezes after a few steps, glancing to her right.
The camera follows the interviewer’s gaze, toward a couch in the lounge area of FGA HQ. There, seated, legs crossed, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and a tablet resting on her knee, sits Ashlyn De Luca. Amanda stares at the Grappler for a few moments before Ashlyn looks up, seemingly noticing her for the first time, eyebrows perking a bit.
Ashlyn De Luca: Yo.
Ashlyn lowers her sunglasses just long enough to make uninterrupted eye contact with Amanda for a moment before pushing them back into place with the tip of her finger. She seems confused by the perplexed look on the interviewer’s face.
Ashlyn De Luca: Dude. What?
Amanda gestures toward the door where Marcel & Martel: Attorneys at Law had just departed.
Amanda Johnson: Was that…?
The interviewer quickly composes herself and calmly addresses the champion.
Amanda Johnson: So you are the reason the attorneys were here for a meeting then.
Ashlyn blinks hard, recoiling, as if taken aback.
Ashlyn De Luca: Christ’s sake, Amanda, what is it with you? Can’t I just chill here and read some articles on my tablet… in the warmth and safety of FGA HQ… without being linked to one of your stupid conspiracy theories? Come on. Get a life.
Amanda gives Ashlyn a small smile in spite of her words, exhaling softly.
Amanda Johnson: Right. Sorry for bothering you in your… reading.
Johnson turns and walks off toward the staircase. Ashlyn removes her sunglasses, lying them down next to her on the couch before she shouts one last comment after Amanda.
Ashlyn De Luca: Well, bye then.
Ashlyn chuckles a bit in spite of herself, watching Amanda and our faceless cameraman depart as the scene fades.
Bloomfield, New Jersey
Our cameras open up outside of an office room inside of-- according to the text at the bottom of our screen-- “FGA HQ.” Amanda Johnson stands outside, dressed business casual for the occasion, microphone in hand as she addresses the camera.
Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, Amanda Johnson here with potentially breaking news. Earlier this afternoon, Mr. Asherman met with a team of attorneys, claiming to be representatives of a ‘group’ of FGA Grapplers with concerns regarding their... treatment on the Flashpoint brand. Now, while I wasn’t offered many specifics on their visit, I can only assume that this issue was pushed by our reigning World Tag Tea--
Amanda pauses as the doorknob twitches a bit behind her and the voices on the other side of it, albeit muffled, become louder.
Amanda Johnson: We were allowed access to the upper suites here at FGA HQ and it sounds like this meeting might be wrapping up. I’m going to do my absolute best to get a few words here. Stand by.
The camera lingers on the door separating the interviewer from the men and women on the inside of the office until finally, the door swings open. We catch merely a glimpse of Larry T. Asherman as a tall, dark-haired man that would look vaguely familiar to many viewers, and a stout woman with red hair tied into a ponytail step out of the office and into the hallway, dressed purely for business.
Amanda Johnson: Excuse me. If you guys have just a qui--
The woman sighs softly, calmly raising a hand in the face of Amanda-- who blinks, clearly in disapproval of the gesture.
Rude af: We don’t have time. Frank and I are supposed to be off today. But justice never sleeps, does it?
Frank shakes his head with a small sigh.
Rude af: Never sleeps. That’s why we’re here, doing our small part in making the world of sports, hyphen, entertainment a cleaner place.
The woman reaches into Frank’s breast pocket, retrieving a non-traditional black business card, inked in gold. Seamlessly finding the camera with her eyes, she flashes the card.
Marcel: Marcel & Martel: Attorneys & Law.
Amanda squints, leaning forward to look at the card.
Amanda Johnson: ...what’s the fine print say?
Marcel: “Justice never sleeps.”
Amanda Johnson: Of course it does.
Marcel: And farewell. Frank and I have sunlight to catch.
The woman nods to Frank and begins to lead the way out of frame, and presumably out of the hallway, but Amanda holds up a hand and takes a few steps to catch up.
Amanda Johnson: If you can just answer me this-- was your meeting with Mr. Asherman about Hadley Herrera?
Marcel: There’s no need to discuss that.
The attorneys never stop walking and Amanda shoots a frustrated look toward the camera before attempting a different approach, following the pair through the open door that leads down a staircase, creating an echo as the three descend.
Amanda Johnson: Are you willing to give us any insight as to the… nature of your visit? Obviously there’s going to be a ton of speculation among the fanbase and the locker room.
Marcel: That sounds fun.
Marcel & Martel (Attorneys at Law) make their way into the bottom level of the building, making no effort to have a further word with Amanda. Defeated, Amanda Johnson slows to a stop as the pair make their way through the glass double doors, leading to the outside world in Bloomfield, New Jersey. Amanda lingers momentarily, shaking her head, before turning on her heel to head back in the direction she came… though she freezes after a few steps, glancing to her right.
The camera follows the interviewer’s gaze, toward a couch in the lounge area of FGA HQ. There, seated, legs crossed, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and a tablet resting on her knee, sits Ashlyn De Luca. Amanda stares at the Grappler for a few moments before Ashlyn looks up, seemingly noticing her for the first time, eyebrows perking a bit.
Ashlyn De Luca: Yo.
Ashlyn lowers her sunglasses just long enough to make uninterrupted eye contact with Amanda for a moment before pushing them back into place with the tip of her finger. She seems confused by the perplexed look on the interviewer’s face.
Ashlyn De Luca: Dude. What?
Amanda gestures toward the door where Marcel & Martel: Attorneys at Law had just departed.
Amanda Johnson: Was that…?
The interviewer quickly composes herself and calmly addresses the champion.
Amanda Johnson: So you are the reason the attorneys were here for a meeting then.
Ashlyn blinks hard, recoiling, as if taken aback.
Ashlyn De Luca: Christ’s sake, Amanda, what is it with you? Can’t I just chill here and read some articles on my tablet… in the warmth and safety of FGA HQ… without being linked to one of your stupid conspiracy theories? Come on. Get a life.
Amanda gives Ashlyn a small smile in spite of her words, exhaling softly.
Amanda Johnson: Right. Sorry for bothering you in your… reading.
Johnson turns and walks off toward the staircase. Ashlyn removes her sunglasses, lying them down next to her on the couch before she shouts one last comment after Amanda.
Ashlyn De Luca: Well, bye then.
Ashlyn chuckles a bit in spite of herself, watching Amanda and our faceless cameraman depart as the scene fades.