Controversy = Ratings [Lilith]

[Freddy Jackson]

"Okay... Don't worry about it, Rouge baby... Freddy'll take care of it... Hahahaha... I'll make sure we tighten up security around here and make sure incidents like these don't happen anymore.... Not on my watch... However, you got to admit that what happened has definitely grabbed the attention of viewers around the world... I'm sure the net is on fire right now with people talkin' about what they just witnessed... Ain't nothin' wrong with ratings, Rouge baby... Nothin' wrong with ratings at all... "

Freddy Jackson cracked a grin as he leaned back in his cushy leather chair while holding his cell phone up to his ear. He kept his feet propped up on top of his desk as he kept his eyes focused on the television in his office. Watching what was happening on the first episode of Anthrax. Things sure did seem to be heating up real quick like tonight. He was being currently being chewed out by the boss lady of Sin City Wrestling because someone managed to slip past the arena security and make her way into the backstage area. Not only did this someone make it past security, but they also decided it was a smart idea to attack one of the employees live on national television. This did not sit well with Rouge. Not. One. Bit. It was up to Freddy to do some damage control and smooth things over. Then he raised his eyebrows with a surprised look on his face. Obviously, it's not a good idea to refer to your boss as 'Rouge baby.' Freddy quickly retorted his comment...

"Oh! My bad! My bad! I forgot... Look... I'll see what it was that happened and--"

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

A loud and forceful knock came from outside of his office door. This instantly caused Freddy to remove his feet from his desk and sit up straight. He kept his eyes on the door while he spoke to Rouge on the phone...

"...I believe who we've been waitin' for is at my door right now... Yeah... Lemme call you back after I deal with this... Cool... Holla, Rouge baby... Hahahaha... Oh... Yeah.... My bad... Hahaha..."

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Freddy quickly closed his cell phone and slipped it into his purple and gold fur jacket. Then he straightened his jacket, sat up, and placed his arms on top of his desk. He took a moment to clear his throat before answering the urgent matter pounding on his door.

"Ahem. Come in!"

[Lilith]

The door bursts open. Lilith half stumbling through it before regaining her balance. She stares back at the two security guards who had all but 'thrown' her into the damn thing. Her fingernails still stained with the blood of Seven and Useless Stereotypical Thug #2. She giggles a bit before licking the tip of her middle finger, letting it raise up slowly at them before slamming the door shut. She runs her fingers through her hair slowly before turning her gaze further into the room.

Oh Sweet Jesus you better be kidding.

... Haahh... this has to be a joke.

Lilith had been told the entire time, the entire trek from her encounter with Seven, that she was being taken to the GM's office instead of Jail by the 'good graces' of the 'Higher Ups'. This.. this, was not the GM. It couldn't be. Her mind was still in a bit of a fog, transitioning in and out of it's pristine clarity... but this? This was a bad sitcom. She runs her palms down her face niiiice and slowly before chuckling out a bit. Slowly, she gazes into the eyes of the man in the room. One moment. Two.

She finally loses control.
And begins to laugh.

She couldn't help it. This was just too perfect. She regains her composure for a moment, wiping at the tears forming at the side of her eyes long enough, to take a seat in front of the desk before her. She crosses her right leg up over her left, her pale thighs peaking out from her skirt. She clicks the tip of her heeled boot up against the desk's legs before finally cracking up a final time, tapering it off she calls out;

Haa... haah... aaaahhhh... ah.

So, what did you want with me 'Big Daddy Cane'?

Another snorted kind of repressed laugh leaves her. Oh Jesus. This had to be an act. A set up. Was Buck somewhere hiding in the wings waiting with a giant poster-board with the words; 'Flog Or Bust; Dem Nuts' written on it? Was Vegas himself behind this poor charade of the utmost in stereotypically politically incorrect humor? Or was this perpetrated by the best comedian of all time;

God.

[Freddy Jackson]

"Hahahaha. You got jokes, huh?"

Freddy just snickered at what Lilith had said. His eyes working his way up and down, sizing her up. She had jokes. And she damn sure had something else going on too. Hot damn. However, this wasn't about pleasure. This was about business. And Rouge would have his head if he didn't deal with the important matters that she wanted him to tend to. A quick shake of the head and a wave of the hands before leaning forward onto his desk. He interlocked his fingers and said...

"Considerin' that little stunt you just pulled, I'm sure you're well aware why I've had you brought here. You've been disturbin' the members of our roster and you've stirred up quite a raucous because of what happened. I don't know what you're problem is with Adrian is, but we simply cannot have you sneaking into our building and causin' trouble. You know what I'm sayin'?"

His eyes shifted behind his purple shades to the television screen. Someone was having a war of words on the microphone with another. Good thing the show was still carrying on. Freddy looked back at Lilith and said...

"The first thing you can do is tell me how in the heck you managed to get in here. Then you can tell why it is you felt compelled to go ahead and attack one of employees. Care to fill me in, Ms. Creighton?"

[Lilith]

... Don't dirty my name. I don't recall being a part of your insipid and deformed roster.

Lilith continues to flick pieces of food from her custom made blouse. Adrian, you son of a bitch. Hurling her into food and drinks. She growls a bit under her breath as she continues to remove bits of pasta from her cleavage. Cute, adorable. She softly hums to herself as she drops the pieces of food next to the chair she'd been seated in, before dusting off some of the crumbs from what she had assumed was a crumble, from her forearm.

The business between me and Seven isn't any of your business. I barely knew this place existed until roughly Twenty-Four hours ago. I'm not entirely SURPRISED someone tried to pick another companies' bones clean...

Again.

... Ethics and morals were never valued very highly in this kind of business. This 'Entertainment'... you know that really bothers me 'B.D' Cane. Now everyone's a 'entertainer'. A 'performer'. You know when I was learning submission style wrestling, I don't recall it being based solely off of the amount of cheers you could garner from the drunks in isle double J. Then again, maybe I'm out of 'touch' with wrestling...

.. Hm? Oh.. right. You had questions.
But see -I- had jokes, so I kind of think I win in that aspect don't you?

Lilith runs her fingernails along one of the stains of various sodas along her collarbone. Oh Seven would pay, don't think he won't pay. She leans back slightly in the chair, arching her heeled boots up onto the edge of the desk. She continues to chip away at some of the dried soda on the outside of her thighs as she hums along. Every now and then wincing at the pounding, throbbing, headache currently occupying her head. Jesus that shit hurt. She shakes her head briefly before clearing her throat out.

That's one of the upsides to my 'fame', being able to lie very well. Lying solves all the World's problems. That and Violence. I just used lying, some verbal intimidation, and my natural... charms. To get past your rag-tag band of security.
You'd be amazed how far a blown kiss or a dropped clipboard goes in this place when it comes from a Penthouse Model Caney-Boy.

But there must be an-actual- reason you brought me here. I doubt you're a fan of mine, at least I really hope you aren't. The last time a GM had 'favor' over me the entire roster split into hysterics and did nothing but -bitch- for the entire fuckin' duration of my stay. Children shouldn't be allowed to grow up into professional wrestlers if they ride the Short-Bus in figure eights in the parking lot behind the school.

... I do miss the jealous ones though.

That shit was fun. Oh me oh my. People ranting and raving about me 'sleeping my way to the top', or dressing like a 'slutty excuse for a professional wrestler' for attention. Good times Cane, good times. But that memory lane is filled with some annoying drama and truly idiotic people. So I digress.

Why am I here exactly?

Lilith shifts her knees up, clawing at them a bit to free them of the stains. A food fight, really? She shakes her head a bit in annoyance. This outfit cost a fortune. Not to mention it had ruined some of her make-up. Lilith was pissed. In pain, and all around... well, 'Lilith'd'. She sighs out as she softly licks at her fingernails, focusing on the ones stained with the Ruby-Red fluid of blood.

[Freddy Jackson]

"That's what we're tryin' to find out, Ms. Creighton. Why exactly are you here?"

Freddy pointed at her. He did order security to bring her here and the reason was to get answers. There was just something odd about this. It smelled of something. A smelly smell that smells... smelly.

"We're no stranger to who you are. Trust me. We keep our eyes open for the best talent to bring to Sin City Wrestlin'. We're well aware of who the big names in this industry are. For good or bad reasons, your name does come up when it comes to notable names. And from what we know about you, the last place you were employed in a wrestlin' promotion was in New York. Which is one thing that really leaves us scratching our heads. One does not simply go from one side of the continent to the other without some sort of agenda on their mind. Considerin' the fact that you are a professional wrestler, who has shown up to a promotion's show that you're not employed under, and attacked a man who most wonder what the status of you twos relationship is... A man who also happened to be in New York at the same time you were and under the same wrestlin' promotion... Boy, does the internet talk when professional wrestlers do somethin' worth watchin'..."

Freddy raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders. He began to gesture like it was obvious when you put the pieces together. There was something that Lilith wasn't telling him and his business sense told him there was something more to this story.

"Looking at the pieces of the puzzle. You can't honestly tell me that you didn't come here with a mission in mind. The one thing I've learned as a business man is that things simply don't just happen for no reason. There is no such thing as coincidences in situations like this. You have somethin' that you want and we'd like to know what that is, Ms. Creighton. So, please. Do tell. Why are you here?"

[Lilith]

God you people are insulting. Everyone of you. With your tricked out suits or fancy sunglasses, your low-down clothing that's supposed to make you look cool. You know who I mean;

Management.

You're all rude as hell. Every last one of you has told me 'For better or worse, you're a draw'. Correct me if I'm wrong Sugar Papi Enrico. But isn't the entire idea of this God-damn charade of a business, making money? Isn't the best way of doing that having people in any given corporation with the ability to 'draw' people into said organization?

And you motherfuckers get off with your slack-jawed statements about it being 'for better or worse' that -my- fine ass can make -YOUR- sorry asses more money than -ANY- of your products are WORTH?

Are you fuckin' serious?

After the short, vapidly timid tirade -For Lilith anyway-, the pounding headache resurfaces. She softly leans over the desk in her seat, clutching her forehead before shaking it off. Seriously, this was getting annoying. At least if it was a hangover she'd know what to do, and how to enjoy the damn thing.

... Rumors. Always about rumors. Privacy is a thing of the past these days, isn't it? If you're a celebrity, you may as well sleep outside in the buff before trying to have your own life. You have ANY idea how hard I tried to keep the 'connection' between myself and Seven, you know, a private matter... private? But noooooooo. Rumors, speculation, trials and tribulations, be all that you can be for the-...

Wait, that doesn't sound right..

A disturbance in the force there indeed is. Was? Whatever. Lilith's mind had gone from foggy to plum-fucked Egypt. Bum-fucked Egypt? What the hell is that term? Information wasn't lined up clearly anymore, that much was certain. But now? Now it was straight up confused. Like a squiggly line drawn by one of those Autistic children while riding atop a construction workers 'jackhammer'.
Oh. That WAS a bit wrong wasn't it...

Fuck it.

.. Ugh..

This is Sin City is it not Grande' Senior Pino'? I don't recall needing a reason for being in Las Vegas past the age of Eighteen. Maybe I'm sight-seeing. Maybe I came solely to fuck with Adrian's head...

Oh man, what a God-damn un-needed ego boost that would have been for the poor boy. 'Hey Seven I'm here all for you, just for you'.

... Hahah... haaaa...

No no, I'm here as a.. vacation, of sorts. With my Penthouse Contract being fulfilled soon, and Maxim hounding me beyond reproach. I decided to... take a load off. And when I saw the advertising for dear 'lil old Sev'.. I simply couldn't resist popping in to wreck his shit.

Plus I like to drink. A lot. I like gambling. A lot. And I like sex, a lot. And before your snide ass tries to get a pop-shot back in with 'dem jokes bro', I'll cut you off right there with all those nasty attention-whore-seeking rumors spewed from lesser than bitches that say I'm a 'Slut'.
I can count on one hand the amount of people I've had relationships with since I've started wrestling.

So bite me.

[Freddy Jackson]

Freddy scoffed at the thought. She was on vacation? Just happened to stumble across the biggest event in Las Vegas? It was true that you couldn't go anywhere in this city without seeing a billboard or a bus with a Hellhound or HellCat plastered all over it. Rouge spent good money on advertising. However, the dots didn't seem to connect in his mind. There must've been something more. Freddy responded with disbelief in his voice...

"Is that so? It's that simple? You're simply just on vacation and decided to drop by to say 'Hi'? Well then, Ms. Creighton, if it isn't the relationship problems that brought you down to our neck of the woods... What else could it be? Forgive me for being a little unsure about your response since, you know, I'm a business man and all. And I tend to think there's more to this than meets the eye. Are you sure it's not somethin' along the lines of... Oh.. I don't know..."

Freddy pushed his chair back a little bit, while throwing his head back and rolling his eyes. Sort of shaking his head a little bit with the whole gesture. Then he leaned forward and reached underneath his desk to one of his drawers. He grabbed on the handle and pulled it open. He pushed a few thing around in his drawer until he grabbed a slip of paper. Then he pulled the slip of paper out and slapped it down on the desk. The slip of paper? It was a contract, of course. A Sin City Wrestling contract. For professional wrestlers.

"...You didn't come for this? How could you resist, right? You saw the advertising for Adrian Taylor here, right? I'm sure you must've caught a glimpse or two at some of the lovely ladies in our locker rooms. You did manage to sneak past security and all. There must've been a HellCat or two in the hallway. Wouldn't you like to be a HellCat, too?"

Freddy grinned that shit-eating grin of his, stretching from ear to ear. Controversy creates cash, right? Controversy produces ratings. Ratings were good for Sin City Wrestling. Ratings means people are watching. People are paying attention. People will tune in the following week to see what happens next. People will blog. People will surf the web for details on the next exciting episode of Anthrax. Who wouldn't want to cash in on the opportunity to give the people what they want? Got to strike while the iron is still hot.

"There must've been a name or two you came across and thought, 'Hey, I'd like to tango with her.' Why not? Let's not forget the fact that, legally, you could continue to handle your more personal matters without any issues from the boss' lawyers. The thought must've crossed your mind at some point. So, what do ya say, Ms. Creighton? You want to sign on the dotted line and make this official?"

[Lilith]

Awww... that's adorable. Look at you. Being all grown-up and shit. You know it's funny, I actually -don't- much care for wrestling at the moment. Currently my contract is frozen under Blackhear-...

It's funny, how things work out, in the 'Life & Times of Lilith Creighton'. Alongside the contract that Honey Suckle Cane had pulled out. There was this, provisional roster draft sheet. Her eyes had begun scanning it. Some old names, some new ones she'd never heard. She dismisses the little treasure hunt. Clearing her throat as she clasps her hands among themselves. She leans in closer on the edge of the desk.. then, it hits. Out of the corner of her left eye. Like a giant, flaring, flashlight of a Star in the dimly lit sky over...

Tahiti.

......

Lilith's gaze, very slowly, drags itself over yonder. Her hands, part, and move aside. Her forearm skews over the sheet, before she plants her fingernails down atop the paper. Her mind had, snapped. Back into that 'clarity' that.. 'vision'. Staring down. Down. Far, down the list. It wasn't a very LONG list at the moment mind you, but it was bulked out with a lot of filler, that's for sure. No, no but she saw it. Her eyes perceived it. Understood it? No. But it had been accepted, that's for damn sure. The name, at the dead-rung bottom of the current list. Simply read out... and Lilith's lips, soon followed;

Melwasul, - Lessien...

... Oh that's a very sick joke. Wh...

Lilith tilted her head to the side. That couldn't be right. That, that was a typo. That was incoherent and deformed. Distorted and shattered reality. Illuminated lucidity, tainted by stained panes of broken glass. She runs her fingernails along the bottom of her lip. Trailing it up a brief moment before snapping her fingers loudly to break the silence. Her index finger, drops down on the list. On the name. Her fingernail, piercing the sheet of paper as it does so.

... Lessien. Now that... is interesting, Cane. Very.. very, interesting.
Hm...

.......

Another moment passes. Her fingernail still lodged against the sheet. Her mind was clear for the moment, and she was going to abuse it for as long as she possibly could. Think, think. Protocol. Procedure. Loopholes. Legality. Contracts. Frozen. Semi-Status? No no. Vale- stop that thought process at once. More, skew. Faster. Process. Combustion. Historically accurate, distorted pasts. Pieces. Falling. Broken. Don't twist on that path. Betty won't be far behind her, she never is. Did Alice get dragged in, or was she locked up in some hut on a island for good measure and 'the lulz'. Contracts. Contracts. Money. Benefits. Maxim's Defaulted. Penthouse Upstart-

Provisional.

The word slipped from her mouth in a much shorter time than she had imagined. She thinks about that for a moment. Provisional. Interesting. Lilith leans back in her seat for a moment. Clicking her fingernails against the desk, against the sheet.

Yes. Yes, I want a provisional contract. My current contract with XWA is under a Frozen Status. I'd rather not risk any form of backlash from Blackheart. No offense, Cane. But I actually -respect- her as a human being.

Hate the bitch. But I respect her.

No... I'd be willing to be under a provisional contract here. As long as it keeps your... boss, off of my ass. I'd rather not be interfered with. And personally, I'm not sure I want to wrestle in this... place. Hm...

Something that allows me my space, but doesn't oblige me to falling under someones' whims.

[Freddy Jackson]

"Provisional? A provisional contract? Hmm... I think I know just the thing... Let's see here..."

Freddy nodded his head, pulling away the active roster contract. He had caught her interest. Score one point for Freddy Jackson. She wasn't going to be a HellCat, but she would be involved in the company in some capacity. It wasn't the deal that he was hoping to make, but it certainly was going to still add the desired effect. People saw what Lilith Creighton did on Anthrax tonight. People will continue to want to see what Lilith Creighton will do next Anthrax. He might want to buy a gold plated rake next time he hits the nearest home improvement store. All that green that's going to fall in his lap and he's going to need something to gather it up with.

"Ah. Here we go."

Freddy pulled out a second contract. This time the contract was specified for those with managerial aspirations. You know, those lovely little valets who come down to the ring to be eye candy while the real performers duke it out in the ring? One of those kind of contracts. He nodded his head and slid it in front of Lilith.

"How about we offer you a manager's contract? You won't have to compete in the ring and screw with whatever tangled web of legality you've got going for you. You can simply accompany a HellHound or HellCat to the ring and look pretty. Flash a smile. Flash an up skirt shot. Flash your chest. You know. Whatever your little heart desires."

Freddy snickered as an idea came to mind. He shrugged his shoulders and said...

"You could even screw with your little plaything Adrian if you wanted. What a grand idea that would be. The manager that's trying to kill you. Hahahaha. Man, people would love to see that. Hahahaha. How's this for you, Ms. Creighton? A little less demanding for you?"

[Lilith]

Normally, the first reaction to this, would be Lilith leaping across the desk. And hitting Droop Doggy Dog so hard with her ring hand she'd leave a Silver impression on the inside of his left molars. However, her mind was in a more aligned state. She saw things more clearly. Not to mention, she was under contract with Penthouse. How could being legitimate eye-candy on camera be any less embarrassing or degrading than being eye-candy on...

Huh. Guess it's the same thing, really.

You're a very hard person to like, you know that Cane? And this is coming from someone as charming as myself. But you're just legitimately... annoying.

What was -really- annoying, is this was making -sense- to Lilith. Maybe the state of a clear mind was not all perks. Then again, she'd have legal right to physically harm someone, and still be null and void from getting in the ring to shut them up about it afterwords. That, could be amusing. Lilith looks over the contract slowly, her mind turning, turning. Wheels rolling. There were ups to this, a down however would having this.. person, as a 'boss' of sorts. Oh my.. God. Lilith cringes at the thought of it. Disturbing right? I mean after all, after all rumors indicate nothing but 'the truth'. Then in about a week, give or take. She'd be bouncing up and down on Big Daddy Cane's Sugar-Shack-Stick wouldn't she? I mean, that's 'all she does' after all.

Right?

Lilith scoffs a bit and chuckles at the thought under her breath. Indulging little peoples' minds was fun. She slowly picks up the pen, rolling it's stock between her fingers, like a coin. Slowly. The ability to choose who she would manage was the biggest perk garnering her attention. Not that the list was insanely eye-catching mind you. But it was something. She slowly begins signing her name. Keeping an eye out for any little loopholes or traps that lay awaiting. It seemed legit, at the moment anyway. Lilith finishes signing her name before sliding the pen and paper back across the desk at Cane. She stands up from the seat swiftly, dusting off her skirt, adjusting her thigh-high stockings a bit. She runs her fingers through her hair before huffing out slightly.

Well, this was... very disturbing really. I'll be finding my own suite in your little towers.
... And I'll find myself a 'client' to manage in due-time. Happy trails, Caney-Boy.

Lilith gives a half-hearted wave to Cane as she begins to short trek of leaving his office. Another headache, a twinge. She stops for a moment, shaking her head softly before clutching her forehead. This, has, to, stop. Lilith looks back over her shoulder once more, almost glaring at Cane before she takes her oh so graceful and infamously insured walk, leading into an exit.

Oh... this should be fun.

[Freddy Jackson]

"I like seein' them girls come to me. I love seein' them leave. Hahahaha."

Freddy said to himself after collecting the contract off, watching Lilith take her leave from his office. Score one for Sin City Wrestling. She might not be competing in the ring like he had initially wanted her to do, but Lilith being in the company in general was going to bring in a lot of viewers and a lot of money. Got to love how things come together. It was only the first show in the season and Freddy felt confident that they've already solidified themselves as the wrestling promotion to watch. Freddy reached into his jacket pocket and removed his cell phone. He flipped it open and started dialing the boss' number to let her know about the good news. He held the phone to his ear while it rang. Once someone picked up on the other line, Freddy simply said...

"Hey, Rouge baby! You goin' to have to start callin' me Charlie Sheen from now on, 'cause all I do is win! Lemme tell what happened!"

END