SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE
Matt Mills comes rushing into frame, microphone in hand.
Nick Stuart: It looks like Matt has something big going on!
Richard Parker: I’m looking forward to seeing what he screws up this time!
The camera pans to the right to show Matt’s target. Ria Lockhart, dressed in a tight tank top showing her midriff, tight leather shorts, knee high boots with a chunky heel, sunglasses and a plush looking hoodie strolls down the hallway. Matt enthusiastically approaches her.
Matt Mills: Ria! Ria! Welcome back to PRIME. I was hoping-
Before Matt can carry on further, Ria dangles her keys while barely glancing Matt’s way.
Ria Lockhart: Oh neat, a valet! Don’t scratch the paint job or I’ll do more than scratch you! Also, why weren’t you at the motor pool?!
Matt raises an eyebrow while staring at Ria.
Matt Mills: You know who I am. You know I’m not a valet.
Ria Lockhart: Then why are you dressed like that?
Matt looks down at his attire, arms spread. A white button up shirt, blue sports jacket, black slacks… Mills looks every bit the professional. He looks back up at Ria in confusion.
Matt Mills: Valets don’t dress like this!
Ria recoils, her lip curling up in disgust.
Ria Lockhart: Ew, so you willingly dressed like that?! I thought it was a uniform!
Matt hangs his head, grumbling under his breath for a moment.
Ria Lockhart: So are you gonna park my car or not?
Matt Mills: Ria, you know who I am. We worked together for almost a year. We talked I don’t know how many times!
Ria shrugs, now staring down at her phone, holding it in between her hands while tapping away with her thumbs.
Ria Lockhart: Dunno, you must have one of those forgettable faces.
Matt closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath before calmly exhaling. He takes a step forward.
Matt Mills: Anyway, you’re back in PRIME now, Ria. What are your goals? Do you have your sights set on a specific championship or wrestler?
Ria doesn’t bother looking up from her phone as she answers.
Ria Lockhart: That’s a stupid question. I want gold. I want to hear how awesome I already know I am. The world should know. I have to show them. I consider it charity; I’m giving you all the gift of me, the sweetest dessert your eyes will ever appetize on. Just remember the golden rule of the Golden Hips Goddess; look, don’t touch.
Matt’s eyes shift left and right as Ria speaks.
Matt Mills: Physical contact is a pretty big part of wrestling…
Ria finally moves her gaze up from her phone.
Ria Lockhart: That’s different. I’m talking about the normie uggos out there, not the mutants I have to share the ring with. Those trash cans get the greatest pleasure one can have… Getting to touch me. It’s not free, though. Oh Lord, it’s not free.
No, they have to pay. They’ll pay with sweat. They’ll pay with blood. They’ll pay with pain. You don’t get to share space with a goddess without sacrifice. How much are people willing to sacrifice? How much can they take? Are they really ready to do this cosmic dance? I guess we’ll see. Now then…
Ria moves in close to Mills. Very close. Personal space violated close. She sensually runs a hand up his chest before letting it come to a rest on his cheek. Matt’s eyes go wide and his breath quickens as Ria gives him a flirty grin… Before jingling the keys in front of his face again.
Ria Lockhart: Be a sweetie and go park my car.
Ria drops the keys before strutting off, leaving a flustered Matt Mills to compose himself.
We then cut to the master of the PRIMEmporium herself.