Post by h2f on Sept 20, 2020 8:12:28 GMT -5
Mistress Discipline walks down the sidewalk in her wrestling attire like a proud innocent person walks to the gallows. Knowing there is little chance in a change in circumstance but secretly hoping nonetheless. Chaos, her manager, walks steadily beside her like the hangman preparing to wear new boots.
Mistress Discipline stops in front of a door and turns to Chaos in a last ditch effort. “MCCW is on hiatus. Fireside just started. I am unclear why we need to hire a PR firm to help with my image. Changing from one fed to another is common and this was unnecessary. Besides, I need to do more research on Powerbomb Paul for my first match.”
Chaos giggles like a 12 year old girl.
Mistress Discipline glares down at her. “For the fiftieth time, Powerbomb is not synonymous with a large bowel movement. It is a wrestling move.”
Chaos waves her hand and then opens the door as she manages to stop giggling. “Sure, sure. When someone ‘Powerbombs’ a toilet, they are definitely wrestling it into submission.”
Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “I will not have this discussion but instead ask why, when I have my first match in a new fed and an upcoming XHF tag team tournament, you would like me to see someone to make me look good rather than doing well?”
Chaos looks up at her charge as she adjusts her messenger style purse to hang against her backside. “We know you can wrestle without more prep and this isn’t just about how you look. We need to push the idea of you as an individual and not a side piece. The problem that I can’t solve is how to do that while not damaging your tag team reputation. You have shown that, on the network stage, you wrestle wonderfully with or without Death Trap. We want people to recognize that. Without snickering about how you look in a pencil skirt. This is beyond my abilities so I’ve hired professionals.”
Without allowing either Mistress Discipline or Chaos to speak, she leads them down a hall and into a changing room. “Our first priority needs to be promoting an image of the confident woman we all know you are. Afterall, I’ve done extensive research on you and coupled with the fact that your name is ‘Mistress Discipline’, you are clearly a fiery temptress who can seduce any warm blooded person into tapping themselves silly. After all, you obviously live to dominate and punish naughty wrestlers by giving them the spanking they know they deserve.”
Mistress Discipline turns from the public relations coordinator to glare at Chaos. “I think you misunderstand-.”
Chaos misses the glare as she digs through her shoulder bag while also keeping up with them.
The public relations coordinator also misses the look and continues as though Mistress Discipline didn’t speak. “My plan to showcase your talents starting with a short commercial on how you get up in the morning. After all, it’s just like everyone else. Except for the leather, chains and whips. After all, we fully expect you to whip the competition easily!”
Mistress Discipline takes hold of the opportunity to steer the conversation back to something she feels comfortable discussing. “My match with Powerbomb Paul should be straightforward. He’s a one trick pony and I know how to direct his one trick.”
The public relations coordinator seems not to have heard Mistress Discipline. “After all, the bigger they are the harder they fall!”
Mistress Discipline smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Powerbomb Paul has only four inches on me and I intend to make him fall, yes.”
The public relations coordinator continues to ignore Mistress Discipline and looks towards her manager.
Chaos pulls out her phone, bringing up the contact information for Death Trap just as the public relations coordinator looks over. “Oh, is that Mistress Discipline’s SIMP? His abs are nice but I don’t know about that hat.”
Mistress Discipline reaches into Chaos’s purse and pulls out her air horn. She pushes the button and captures the attention of the room. “This is not my preferred method to gain attention. After all, I normally get it by walking into a room. But if I needed to capture it, I prefer to use my library bell over an air horn because, after all, I. am. A. librarian.” She strikes the pose the librarian from The Mummy used when she said the similar line.
Mistress Discipline continues to drive home her point. “After all you have said, you have clearly not done any research on me. After all, if you had, you would know that, while I do enjoy dominating, I am not into domination. While I have ignited with a passion to spank the competition, I am not seeking either romantic or sexual gratification from violence. I am seeking romantic relations with my tag team partner but that has yet to come to fruition. The issue I encounter is not his obsessions with me but more people jumping to the wrong conclusions. Much like you have. You ask how I get up in the morning. Let me tell you.”
Mistress Discipline moves over to one side of the room and sits upon the sofa between rolling closets of clothing. “I wake up with a with a story near my heart; sometimes, it is an actual book on my chest but more often lately, it is my tablet with a reading app. I return said reading material to my overstuffed bedside bookshelf and begin my morning yoga that starts on the bed and ends on the floor beside it. Maintaining my flexibility is important.”
The public relations coordinator perks up at the last part and attempts to get the talent back on schedule. “Yoga! Yes! My idea will showcase the flexibility you clearly work on everyday. Now, over here we have a variety of leather sleepwear that will show off your strength and flexibility.”
A rolling closet holds a variety of leather sleepwear that consists of brassieres, corsets and garter belts. Chaos walks over to it and begins pushing her way through the various pieces.
Mistress Discipline blinks several times before responding to the public relations coordinator. “Again, you misunderstand. I do not sleep in undergarments.”
This seems to encourage the public relations coordinator even more as she eyes Mistress Discipline. “ A fellow nudist! Wonderful! Unfortunately, you will need to be wearing something in the commercial. I know how you may wish to channel your excitement to gain a new group of submissives, and it would certainly help you win favor in your new group thing, but we need to be careful about what we film for our introduction to fireside.”
Chaos walks over shaking her head. “No, my dear. After all, my Mistress is Fireside you are just fired.”
Chaos grabs Mistress Discipline’s hand with one of her own and tugs her out the door. In Chaos’s other hand, her cell phone rings as she brings it to her ear. “Death Trap, my second favorite wrestler. How are you today? Mhum. Listen, the PR firm didn’t work out. I know! So I need to use some Plan B and while it is 99% effective it could be a bad tasting pill to swallow. Yes, that’s what I was implying. No, I don’t think that but I want them to. I’ll tell you in a question. What do you think about becoming Mistress Discipline’s side piece?” She listens and nods for a moment before taking the phone down and turning to Mistress Discipline. “He has questions.”
Mistress Discipline stops in front of a door and turns to Chaos in a last ditch effort. “MCCW is on hiatus. Fireside just started. I am unclear why we need to hire a PR firm to help with my image. Changing from one fed to another is common and this was unnecessary. Besides, I need to do more research on Powerbomb Paul for my first match.”
Chaos giggles like a 12 year old girl.
Mistress Discipline glares down at her. “For the fiftieth time, Powerbomb is not synonymous with a large bowel movement. It is a wrestling move.”
Chaos waves her hand and then opens the door as she manages to stop giggling. “Sure, sure. When someone ‘Powerbombs’ a toilet, they are definitely wrestling it into submission.”
Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “I will not have this discussion but instead ask why, when I have my first match in a new fed and an upcoming XHF tag team tournament, you would like me to see someone to make me look good rather than doing well?”
Chaos looks up at her charge as she adjusts her messenger style purse to hang against her backside. “We know you can wrestle without more prep and this isn’t just about how you look. We need to push the idea of you as an individual and not a side piece. The problem that I can’t solve is how to do that while not damaging your tag team reputation. You have shown that, on the network stage, you wrestle wonderfully with or without Death Trap. We want people to recognize that. Without snickering about how you look in a pencil skirt. This is beyond my abilities so I’ve hired professionals.”
Mistress Discipline sighs and they walk through the door into an airy lobby.
A woman squeals and bounds over to meet them thrusting her foot out for a toe tap that has become the COVID handshake. “Wonderful to meet you! I am your new public relations coordinator! Come with me and we can get started!”
Without allowing either Mistress Discipline or Chaos to speak, she leads them down a hall and into a changing room. “Our first priority needs to be promoting an image of the confident woman we all know you are. Afterall, I’ve done extensive research on you and coupled with the fact that your name is ‘Mistress Discipline’, you are clearly a fiery temptress who can seduce any warm blooded person into tapping themselves silly. After all, you obviously live to dominate and punish naughty wrestlers by giving them the spanking they know they deserve.”
Mistress Discipline turns from the public relations coordinator to glare at Chaos. “I think you misunderstand-.”
Chaos misses the glare as she digs through her shoulder bag while also keeping up with them.
The public relations coordinator also misses the look and continues as though Mistress Discipline didn’t speak. “My plan to showcase your talents starting with a short commercial on how you get up in the morning. After all, it’s just like everyone else. Except for the leather, chains and whips. After all, we fully expect you to whip the competition easily!”
Mistress Discipline takes hold of the opportunity to steer the conversation back to something she feels comfortable discussing. “My match with Powerbomb Paul should be straightforward. He’s a one trick pony and I know how to direct his one trick.”
The public relations coordinator seems not to have heard Mistress Discipline. “After all, the bigger they are the harder they fall!”
Mistress Discipline smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Powerbomb Paul has only four inches on me and I intend to make him fall, yes.”
The public relations coordinator continues to ignore Mistress Discipline and looks towards her manager.
Chaos pulls out her phone, bringing up the contact information for Death Trap just as the public relations coordinator looks over. “Oh, is that Mistress Discipline’s SIMP? His abs are nice but I don’t know about that hat.”
Mistress Discipline reaches into Chaos’s purse and pulls out her air horn. She pushes the button and captures the attention of the room. “This is not my preferred method to gain attention. After all, I normally get it by walking into a room. But if I needed to capture it, I prefer to use my library bell over an air horn because, after all, I. am. A. librarian.” She strikes the pose the librarian from The Mummy used when she said the similar line.
Mistress Discipline continues to drive home her point. “After all you have said, you have clearly not done any research on me. After all, if you had, you would know that, while I do enjoy dominating, I am not into domination. While I have ignited with a passion to spank the competition, I am not seeking either romantic or sexual gratification from violence. I am seeking romantic relations with my tag team partner but that has yet to come to fruition. The issue I encounter is not his obsessions with me but more people jumping to the wrong conclusions. Much like you have. You ask how I get up in the morning. Let me tell you.”
Mistress Discipline moves over to one side of the room and sits upon the sofa between rolling closets of clothing. “I wake up with a with a story near my heart; sometimes, it is an actual book on my chest but more often lately, it is my tablet with a reading app. I return said reading material to my overstuffed bedside bookshelf and begin my morning yoga that starts on the bed and ends on the floor beside it. Maintaining my flexibility is important.”
The public relations coordinator perks up at the last part and attempts to get the talent back on schedule. “Yoga! Yes! My idea will showcase the flexibility you clearly work on everyday. Now, over here we have a variety of leather sleepwear that will show off your strength and flexibility.”
A rolling closet holds a variety of leather sleepwear that consists of brassieres, corsets and garter belts. Chaos walks over to it and begins pushing her way through the various pieces.
Mistress Discipline blinks several times before responding to the public relations coordinator. “Again, you misunderstand. I do not sleep in undergarments.”
This seems to encourage the public relations coordinator even more as she eyes Mistress Discipline. “ A fellow nudist! Wonderful! Unfortunately, you will need to be wearing something in the commercial. I know how you may wish to channel your excitement to gain a new group of submissives, and it would certainly help you win favor in your new group thing, but we need to be careful about what we film for our introduction to fireside.”
Chaos walks over shaking her head. “No, my dear. After all, my Mistress is Fireside you are just fired.”
Chaos grabs Mistress Discipline’s hand with one of her own and tugs her out the door. In Chaos’s other hand, her cell phone rings as she brings it to her ear. “Death Trap, my second favorite wrestler. How are you today? Mhum. Listen, the PR firm didn’t work out. I know! So I need to use some Plan B and while it is 99% effective it could be a bad tasting pill to swallow. Yes, that’s what I was implying. No, I don’t think that but I want them to. I’ll tell you in a question. What do you think about becoming Mistress Discipline’s side piece?” She listens and nods for a moment before taking the phone down and turning to Mistress Discipline. “He has questions.”
