The Allie Cat in a low-cut, revealing, but otherwise proper suit, indeed looking like an office sex kitten. Her posture was proper, leaning forward with her hands crossed atop the table. Body language that communicated clear engagement with the audience, complete with her characteristic sunny smile.
Cassie, however, wore a shirt that, while clean, hadn't been ironed. Wore her tie loose. No skirt or slacks. But rather, a pair of denim shorts that left a little cheek exposed in the back, which started a little lightshow of camera flashes when she approached the table. She leaned back in her chair, putting her combat boots up on the table in front of them, one ripped stocking-clad leg crossed over the other. Made herself at home.
Even as the head of the now defunct Torture Porn Wrestling, this was about as high up as she ever dressed for a business function. The absolute zenith was this with a pair of pants. Denim or leather, take your pick. This was about wrestling, and she wasn't hanging her boots up, so she was going to continue to dress like a woman of the people. No offense to Alix.
That relatability was exactly why Cassie had reached out to Alix in the first place. She had all the ingredients to make the foulest Spoiled Shit Sandwich: Came from wealth, with parents that gave her everything. Was blessed with a pretty face and a banging body. Never had to actually work a day in her life, with careers in modeling, porn, and sexfighting that all came about through her looking for adventure...
And the lady had the good sense to be embarrassed by just how good she had it in the interviews where her upbringing was a topic of discussion. Cassie wagered that that was more her father's doing. She made him sound like a man who knew what work was and never forgot what life was like at square one.
Cassie had her biases, however. Distrust was already her standard operating procedure when it comes to the rich, but she distrusted none more so than those who inherited what they've got. Especially after TPW, her baby, had been taken from her by a group of that very variety of Spoiled Shit. But her extensive research into the woman beside her had arrived at the conclusion that she was apparently a reincarnation of Mr. Rogers: A philanthropist. One of those people who makes new friends everywhere they go, from Bougie Betty to Joe Schmoe. Someone who looked out for the little guy. A welcoming, guiding hand to the newcomers in the industries she's worked in. Speaking of which, it didn't take her long to start taking people under her wing here in LAW.
Like Rai Kamiya.
That match with Rai was the thing that caught her eye in the first place. Cassie felt for the kid, having been in his position for some years before people started putting some respect on her name. He had to be fresh out of high school, but the crowd that night shat all over him from the moment he showed his face. But she stood up for him. Even got mad. Then she popped the boy's cherry in spectacular fashion and started teaching him tricks of the trade. Signed him onto her show too.
And that right there is what they're here to talk about today.
"Hello, everyone! My name is Alix Jacques..." She turned to Cassie, who followed up with her own introduction in her thick Brooklyn accent. "Cassie Hack."
"Did you wanna...?" She gestured their audience.
"You can start us awf."
"Alrighty, then! We're here today to talk to you all about about a program I started a while ago. 'LAW: After Dark'. For those of you who aren't in the know, it's a show that's meant to offer an avenue for our talented ladies and gentlemen who have an interest in the sexier side of wrestling, but would prefer to avoid all the publicity while they compete. Many wrestlers find their ways to meet up and scratch that itch in private, and we here at After Dark mean to not only help facilitate these meet-ups with a wider variety of locales and venues and goodies to come along with, but also to provide a line to the books so these contests will count towards their official records. All with painstaking measures taken to provide the privacy you seek, beginning with the subscriber-only set-up that can be found solely on LAW.com.
My fellow competitors: No longer will you have to choose between exploration and advancing your career. Now, you can do both, with varying degrees of space to do it in: Do you not mind an audience much, but just want to keep it contained? We have secured smaller invite-only venues to suit your needs and desires! Do you want to keep it entirely one-on-one? You can do that too! Just you and that sexy someone: No cameras, no audience, and if you trust each other enough to go by the honor system, you can even do away with referees! And yes, it will still count! It'll just be our little secret!" Alix punctuated the statement with a finger raised to her lips. "That is, unless you want people to be in the know about you, in which case, feel free to publicly disclose your participation. And I stress this: Just your own. We're big on choice here: And whatever match types you wanna explore, what opponents you're looking for, and other things you wanna go over; just let us know! And we'll do our best to accommodate you!"
"And to that point, when I first came up with the concept of LAW: After Dark, I intended for it to be a softer alternative in comparison to the regular product specifically because of that theme of wanting to provide a safe space for sexual exploration. Don't get me wrong: I am not, have never, and will never be running my show like it was it meant to be ballet. I am very much aware of the competitive drives of our wrestlers, which will no doubt be no less intense even as they figure out their likes and dislikes and make their discoveries. But After Dark wasn't meant to feature rougher bouts. Hardcore matches with bloodshed and the like. And that's still true, to an extent. Which brings me to the meat of what this press conference is about." She turned again to her new business partner. "Take it away, Cassie!"
"Thanks. First awf, I wanna say that I admire what'cha doin' here with Afta Dawrk. It's a brilliant concept that's gonna do a lot for sawftcowuh n' Hentai wrestlin'."
Alix raised a hand to her chest, resting it over her heart. "Thank you, sweetie!"
"As many o' yuh already seen on Twittuh, I requested a meetin' with Alix because I see lots o' potential in this prahduct. I saw ways it could grow, n' I saw ways I can help make that growth happen. More n' more so the more we tawlked. That violence she mentioned: There's an awdience for that, n' we see ya. There's awlso wrestluhs out there who are into the idea of mixin' that kind 'o violence in with their sex who want that same privacy.
So I suggested a little somethin' that could give everyone what they want outta this: A brand split, Smackdown n' Raw style. Jus' without the ratin's wawr, 'cause that's not what this is about. Wrestluhs can even compete on both shows, if they want. N' of course, yer lookin' at the GM's for these two brands."
Cassie turned to Alix, who took the cue to take over from there. "I will be running the Moonlight brand of After Dark, where I will continue to run the show as per my original vision. No changes aside from the add-on to the name."
"N' I'm in charge of the Redstar brand. The point where the action's too much for Moonlight is where we're takin' awf from. If the ruff stuff's what'cha lookin' for, ya come to us. Either way, though, we're lookin' forward to seein' all o' ya, real soon."
At that point, Cassie stood up from her chair. Alix's publicity training told her what she was going for, and she too left her chair so she could Cassie a proper handshake. The two held it for a while, making it more of a pose for the cameras before they resumed their seats.
"Alright, alright! Any questions?"
And that's when who most definitely was no interviewer or reporter spoke up:
"Yes, I have a question that I would like to direct at Meat: WHEN WE FIGHTIN'?"
Cassie threw her head back and started laughing, with a few claps to express her amusement. Of course that crazy bitch would show up here.
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