The camera pans through a bustling office corridor, leading to a door marked "Hector Mendoza, President of BCW." Inside, Hector is seen reviewing some match tapes, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Suddenly, the intercom buzzes. Hector presses the button.
"Yes, Carmen?"
"Sir, the group you were expecting, the Harbingers, they're here,"
Carmen, his impeccably dressed and professional secretary, informs him.
"Send them in, please,"
Hector replies, straightening his suit.
The door opens as Hector awaits to see The Harbingers face to face.
Bernadette was in a good mood as she had arranged a business meeting with Hector Mendoza the President of BCW. This meeting to Bernadette was important as the BCW was nothing more than a glorified fetish wrestling meant to make someone pop off instead of pure wrestling. The BCW were nothing more than jobbers just there to be destroyed by the pros and anyone who lost to them didn't belong in the ring. The Harbingers were in the waiting room with Candice folding her shoulders and Annabelle sitting down all cutesy having her legs swing back and forth before turning to Bernadette who sat in between them."Thank you Bernie, I know just which one I'll be taking home!" The pink giant said with Candice scoffing placing her hand on her with the elbow on one of the chair handlers."They are just worthless bimbos who don't belong..." Bernadette meanwhile tried to ease the conversation between her teammates raising her hands up in between them."Girls, listen we are given the opportunity to further show why The Harbingers are the greatest stable in all of wrestling and if that means causing six sluts than we will, but Annabelle I'll let you take whoever you want okay?" Bernadette said turning to Annabelle with her reaching over to wrap her arms around Bernadette for a hug."Thank you Bernie!" Annabelle let out in a cherry tone before the secretary came by to inform they were being sent in."Alright girls! It's go time!' She said as Annabelle released her with the trio getting up and following the secretary into Hector's office.
Once the door was open their they were, Bernadette hand her hand on hip strolling in leading the group, Candice had her arms crossed looking around and Annabelle had both arms down with the brightest smile a girl could have as they all took a seat. Bernadette leaned in to be front of Hector and began to spoke."I am Bernadette Nobel, the leader of The Harbingers with a proposal, a six on three handicap tag woman match between your wives and The Harbingers. It will follow elimination rules!" Bernadette said wanting Hector to know she means with business even slamming her fist on the desk before Annabelle to lean in and tell her the rules she wanted to be added on top of that with Bernadette rolling her eyes before adding."And my teammate would like if after someone is stripped their attire is given to the winner as a trophy and Annabelle would like to take any number of your girls home with her is that good with you?" She then leaned back in a rude tone raising a scornful eyebrow at the president of a "Wrestling league".
Hector listens carefully to Bernadette's proposal and, after considering all aspects, decides to counteroffer with an additional condition that balances the stakes for both parties.
“Ms. Nobel, I appreciate the creativity and intensity you bring to this proposal,”
Hector begins, his voice carrying both enthusiasm and a hint of shrewdness. Despite the rudeness she showed, Hector was capable of keeping it somewhat professional.
“I’m inclined to accept these conditions, including the stripping of attire for trophies and the theatrical concept of ‘taking someone home’... However, I propose an addition that ensures fairness and keeps the competition spirited.”
Leaning forward, Hector's eyes lock onto Bernadette’s, ensuring he has her full attention.
“If your team wins, your stipulations stand as you've requested. However, should my BCW wrestlers prevail against The Harbingers, then the same terms apply in reverse. My wrestlers would then have the option to 'take home' members of your team."
Hector pauses, allowing the gravity of his terms to sink in among The Harbingers.
“This addition ensures that both teams have everything to fight for and that the match remains engaging and fair from a promotional standpoint."
Standing up, Hector extends his hand across the desk once again, signaling his readiness to formalize the agreement if Bernadette and her team accept the revised terms.
Bernadette leaned back in her chair as it was Hector's turn to speak about the conditions as it seemed things were going rather swimmingly. That was until Hector made an offer where if the Harbingers lost they would have to go through the same loosing condition as the BCW would. The three girls turned to each other and all gave a silent nod with Bernadette letting a cocky smirk while Annabelle continued her sweet smile and Candice just wanting to bust some heads.
Bernadette would lean forward and stand up straight letting her hair flow down before putting out her hand out to shake Hectors hand firmly. "Don't worry Hector, when we're down will take good care of your wives hehe" She chuckled as her eyes had a fierce look on them as if she was ready to lift them up and slam'em down!
She then signed the contract agreement and turned to face her teammates. "Alright girls it's go we got a match to win!" Both Annabelle and Candice nodded as they left the room to prepare for their upcoming handicap match.
As Bernadette and her team stride confidently towards the door, Hector rises from his chair, a cunning smile playing on his lips. His voice cuts through the air, silky and cool, laced with a condescending tone that belies his professional demeanor.
"Just one moment, ladies,"
Hector calls out, his eyes glinting with amusement as they reluctantly turn to face him again. He leans casually against the desk, his gaze sweeping over the Harbingers with a hint of disdain.
"I do hope you've thought this through. Remember, it's not just about stepping into the ring—it's about knowing how to stay there. Our wrestlers might look like easy targets to you, but underestimate them at your peril."
He chuckles softly, the sound echoing slightly in the spacious office.
"We specialize in surprises here at BCW, and sometimes, even the mightiest find themselves outmatched. So, take good care of your pride—it might be all you'll carry home."
With a final nod, Hector turns back to his desk, dismissing the Harbingers with a wave of his hand, his eyes already scanning through documents, his attention ostensibly shifted. Yet, his posture—relaxed yet assertive—sends a clear message: he's in control, and he expects his opponents to rise to the challenge, or face the consequences.
