Well, that hurt… A lot. Not quite sure why I’d be expecting it not to, though. Still, not all bad. We won, and we’re champions now! And Ren invited me to watch that “ruby” thing too, which could be a fun evening… assuming the show itself’s not as edgy and grating as that song, I guess. I mean I get liking that sort of thing… [sub]when you’re thirteen, maybe…[/sub] but hey.
Still, wonder what was up with that feeling of dread I had before the ma-
Face’s phone suddenly rings.
Hello?
Hey, Face, good to see you won your first match. [sub]I tell ya, honestly, I didn’t think you had it in you. [sub]Less so than that other guy you’re with, but still, close to 50-50 not-in-you.[/sub][/sub] Anyway, congratulations on being a champion from the second show onward. Now get out here, I need you to hook something up on the Titantron. I’m here and I’ve got an announcement to make.
Aww… Can’t I at least have a few moments to recuperate? Even if we won, I still kind of got beaten up. You know how wrestling is.
I suppose I do, yes. Alright… eight minutes. Keep resting for eight minutes, then go plug the thing into the Titantron. See ya then… [sub]or, not. It’s not two-way, after all.[/sub]
The totally mysterious guy on the other end ends the call. Face just shakes his head.
Gaah… but the Titantron is so far out there… and I’m in here, in the doctor’s office that has Goldberg’s name on it for some reason… [sub]kind of confusing to navigate, really, hope the boss’ll be okay when he’s out and about. Fuck it, I’ll just borrow his TV, it’s good enough…[/sub]
Eight minutes later…
The TV in the doctor’s office suddenly comes to life… still with static, for some reason. Much less than previous attempts, however, so there’s an improvement. Clearly visible on the television is… Gordon Freeman?
Good morning, afternoon, evening, whatever it is here on the moon, superstars and lunar viewing public. I apologize that I could not make a less showy introduction for myself - say, a guest-appearance at the commentator’s table - but time crunches and all that. Anyway, my name is Gordon Threemen, and I am the CEO of Kadorhal, Incorporated, the fine company you have no doubt seen many advertisements for during yesterday’s performances. I’m here to say, simply, that the moon - as you are no doubt aware, considering the presence of this wrestling promotion - is untapped potential. The Wild West, moved more… uh, north-ish, I guess? [sub]There’s no cardinal direction for gaining altitude, shit.[/sub] Well regardless, there’s money to be made up here! And Kadorhal, Inc. is here to get in on that money. We’ve already got various goods and services on sale, again as you are no doubt aware of already from our advertisements, and we hope that with a new lunar-based operation we can improve the quality and production-time. Perhaps, even, expanding further…? There’s still a whole eight other planets… [sub]seven? Eh, Pluto’s still a planet. [sub]It was when I was born, fuck off![/sub][/sub] There’s still a whole rest of the solar system to explore… the business opportunities of, that is. And once we’ve gone beyond that… there’s a whole galaxy. And another whole galaxy some of our talent has been coming from. We’re looking forward and ahead, is what I’m getting at.
Now that all the introductions are out of the way, allow me to make a few more statements regarding the future of the moon and our co-
Threemen’s image is suddenly removed from the TV as it turns off. Face is standing nearby, holding the device he’d connected to it to allow the message to be transmitted - disconnected from the TV.
Sorry, boss. Ren just brought those Blu-rays, and we need to borrow a TV. Eh, I’m sure he had a script or something, he can read off it some other time.
heck, for everything so far actually, it’s all great.
