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[indent]Some call it professional wrestling, others call it sports entertainment, but no matter what you know it by, it’s left an unfading mark on popular culture. Famous faces like Wally Norton, Blaze Pierson, hell, even his father, Heath Ryder, The Ghost Ryder, have become household names.  Part of that is thanks to people like Chance, who make men like his father look like titans. As a kid, watching the viewing screen backstage with his mother, the biggest appeal that resonated in his mind was the larger-than-life, big ass dudes that yelled funny, and at times, hella’ intimidating shit to their opponents. 
 
Growing up though, while the wrestlers polished their acts, Chance came to appreciate the business and marketing of it all. He was no digital marketer, but he did know how to make an effective visual presentation. Keyword: effective. His job usually involved listening to Beatrice and giving her exactly what she wanted, which was one hell of a show. It was hard to explain his knowledge of cinematography, because it wasn’t something many people could get their head wrapped around without years of study. It [i]wasn’t[/i] as easy as pointing a camera at the product and hoping for the best. There must be strategy, there couldn’t be assumptions on who your audience was, and there had to be short-form content, or you’d risk losing a fan’s attention in a split second.  
 
But you know what the biggest thing was? 
 
You had to be prepared. Prepared to catch the moments, even the unexpected. Constantly watching the talent and never being one step behind, always one step ahead. The moments. The stories. The talent. That’s what the fans wanted to see. The strategy helped keep it tight, but Chance helped make it right. AWE needed people like him, because without them, who would be able to see… any of it? 
 
Unlike the most recent shows, Chance was not surrounded by a film crew, nor was he in the backstage set, the area with the backdrop of AWE that was specifically meant for interviews. Since he was outside taking a smoke, he had already passed the tv trucks, the photoshoot room, the makeup chair, and the set for AFTERSHOCK, until he was united with his twin just in time for Barbie’s interview, just outside of the star’s dressing room. With efficient speed and nonchalant ease, he grabbed his powerpack and put it on, then he set the camera on his shoulder, looking through the viewfinder at his sister’s face.
 
[color=9966cc][b]“Chance! You’re late. I can’t believe you decided NOW was a good time to--”[/b][/color] 
 
[b][color=#872657]“Speeding.”[/color][/b] Chance widely yawned. Man, she always freaked out for no good reason. She was used to this by now and was always ready when Beatrice gave them the cue. 
 
[b][color=fd5e53]“And we’re live in five, four, three…”[/color][/b] Yep, there it is. 
 
As if moments ago she wasn’t flipping her marbles, Joy held her mic up to her lips and smiled at the camera, [color=9966cc][b]“After hearing so much talk about her in LA and Chicago, I thought it was about time for us to hear a few words from Barbie Summers herself.”[/b][/color] Turning her body to face the door, but keeping it angled so Chance could still see her face, Joy brought her free hand up and gently knocked on the door. 
 
As glitzy and glamorous as the star herself, the dressing room door was decked out sparkling decor. Pink, so much pink. At the center of it hung a plaque that looked like a movie director’s clapperboard, with Barbie’s name chalked in neat, elegant script. Said door swung open to reveal the devastatingly gorgeous blonde wrestler. Her hair hung in big, loose, sensual curls that reached past her shoulders and almost to her elbows. She pushed her crystal-rimmed Gucci [url=http://n.nordstrommedia.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Zoom/19/_100918319.jpg?crop=pad&pad_color=FFF&format=jpeg&w=587&h=900&quality=60]sunglasses[/url] carefully up her forehead and atop her crown of golden locks. 
 
She sighed dramatically upon seeing the guest at her door, playing up the “I can’t be bothered by this paparazzi” celebrity vibe that her character was written to have these days. Barbie rolled her eyes, the lids of which sported an amount of shimmering silver and pink shadow that seemed more fit for [i]RuPaul’s Drag Race[/i] than any AWE event. Everything about Barbie Summers dripped ‘extra’, and it was meant to. Barbie [i]is[/i] extra, more extra than anyone else will ever be, and they needed to be reminded that every day. [color=e0218a][b]“What is it, Joy? You’re interrupting me heading out for a walk.”[/b][/color]
 
Crinkling her nose, Joy sweetly apologized, [color=9966cc][b]“I know how busy you are, and I’m sorry for intervening with your… busy schedule, but I just [i]need[/i] to ask you.”[/b][/color] and in with the hard hitting question she went, [color=9966cc][b]“Last week you were called out by not only one wrestler, but two. Sydney Ellis called you a coward and Morgana basically threw your words back at you and insinuated that you, Barbie Summers, are a hypocrite. As we all know, she believes you are Drayden’s shadow and could not make it out in this business without him. What are your thoughts? There seems to be a lot of heat heading in your direction.”[/b][/color] 
 
[color=e0218a][b]“First off, who even is this Sydney?”[/b][/color] Barbara asked, flipping a curl over her shoulder gracefully and ignoring any attempt that Joy might have at responding to said question. [color=e0218a][b]“Secondly, I am no hypocrite. Barbie Summers stands in no one’s shadow. No man, no woman, nor deity, is on my level. I’m a star, darling, I light up the entire night sky. There is no place for shadows when you shine as bright as I do. As for Morgana, the poor thing is just jealous. Her dark heart doesn’t have any room to spare for love, isn’t that [i]sad[/i]? She’s just a girl lashing out at a happy couple, all because she is forever [i]alone[/i].”[/b][/color] The blonde didn’t even look slightest bit sad at her words, nor did she look like she regretted any of them. Instead, she wore a matter-of-fact, smug grin as she looked passed Joy, and into the camera lens. 
 
[color=e0218a][b]“I don’t mind the heat, that’s what it means to stand in the light. And isn’t my tan looking great these days?”[/b][/color] Barbie extended her right arm to display the golden glow that she spoke of to Joy, turning her attention back to the interviewer now. [color=e0218a][b]“Is that all?”[/b][/color]
 
Joy internally was impressed. The amount of cockiness and pride that Barbie Summers had was absolutely fantastic. Standing here, inches away, Joy was enthralled. She could only imagine what the audience would think.  [color=9966cc][b]“No actually, it isn’t.”[/b][/color] Joy took a step closer and locked her gaze with her interviewee. This is what the audience truly wanted to hear. [color=9966cc][b]“Will you fight?”[/b][/color] Her question filled the air with heavy connotations behind it, before she added,  [color=9966cc][b]“Today, Sydney Ellis and Morgana will go at it, to ultimately get to you. And I will quote Sydney Ellis’ words, for verbatim, Barbie Summers can not and will not fight me. Is this going to be the case or…?”[/b][/color] Joy intentionally trailed off to get Barbara a chance to chime in. 
 
[color=e0218a][b]“I don’t know who this nobody thinks she is, but sure, I’m willing to put anybody and everyone in their place. Is this… is this GI Jane? The one who wasn’t even worth Morgana’s time?”[/b][/color] Barbara acted out the false realization immaculately, and then laughed a tinkling bell of a laugh. Placing a hand to her voluptuous chest, she caught her breath in a sigh. [color=e0218a][b]“Oh, this is bound to be good. You can tell her this, verbatim: Come at me, honey, and I’ll have you seeing stars, just like the rest of the peasants below me.”[/b][/color]
 
The glammed up dressing room door was suddenly blocking Joy’s view, as Barbie slammed it in the interviewer’s face to punctuate her final statement. The queen hath spoken.
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