Post by Heather Harland on Jul 8, 2024 8:30:59 GMT
OOC: I had permission from Spencer.
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In the waning hours of the afternoon, a busybody staffer named Mike McMichaels finishes up one set of duties and then rolls his sleeves up for the next round of work. Just because NPWA is closing doesn’t mean the lease is up at NPWA HQ. The place doesn’t get dropped and abandoned like villagers evacuating from a volcano eruption. Things still need to happen before the door shuts for the final time, and he’s bound and determined to complete his duties as though NPWA isn’t closing.
That is until he’s interrupted by the intrusion of Heather Harland, who is joined by J Mont, some TFO entourage, and a team of lawyers, most notably the legendary legal genius Litigious Larry Livingstone.
HEATHER HARLAND: Hello, sir. I’m here to cash in my NPWA Pacific Championship contract.
Beaming a pleasant smile, the pretty but possibly “mad scientist” gestures for Mike to guide her to the prestigious championship belt.
Mike, understandably, does a double take and stammers for words.
MIKE McMICHAELS: Uhhh. I don’t think you can. I’m, uh, not sure, uh the legality of that whole contract thing.
Litigious Larry Livingstone belts a hearty chuckle and pats Mike on the shoulder.
LITIGIOUS LARRY LIVINGSTONE: Did you say legality? Ha! Look no further. I’m your man. I know this is a lot to drop on you but from a legal standpoint the Pacific Championship contract my client, Ms. Harland, secured at the Rumble specifically says “anytime, anyplace” with no precursor conditions. Ha. it doesn’t even say anything about an opponent. So… anytime is *checks diamond encrusted wristwatch* right now and anyplace is.. *looks around the room*.. Right here.
To ensure Mike understands, Larry hands him the Pacific Championship contract and other legal paperwork in case Spencer or the two commissioners try to cause a dust-up later.
MIKE McMICHAELS: Ok but this, uh, like, uh… waaay above my head so let me get Mr. Adams on the phone.
Mike fishes his phone out but J Mont has seen enough and slaps it out of his hand then snatches him by the scruff of the neck.
J MONT: You’re gonna take us to the Pacific Championship or I’m gonna JKO you into the fucking Shadow Realm!
Using brute force, J Mont shoves him toward the hallway. Mike is no fool. He values his job, and his career, and has tremendous respect for Spencer and the company from top to bottom… but he also has a family, a wife, and two kids at home. He smartly chooses life over Shadow Realm and briskly escorts them to the room that houses all the NPWA championships that will never leave their vault cases. Mike fumbles with the keys, hands shaky despite seemingly being in the clear from danger now.
When he finds the right key, J Mont snatches it from him and shoves him out of the room. He isn’t about to let some staffer at HQ open the vault of destiny for his fellow Fortunate One. This is a special moment. One that Heather will remember all her life even when she gets too old to function like Biden.
He wiggles the key at Heather and gives her a look that conveys all the grateful and proud words that don’t need to be said, then he turns and opens the case. Stepping aside, he bows to Heather and motions her forward.
She inhales deeply and exhales with a sharp cadence before reaching in and taking it for herself. When she liberates the precious symbol of excellence and pedigree from its tomb she bellows a triumphant squeal and holds it hight over her head.
The platoon-sized throng of people that has joined Heather for this tomfoolery let out cheer and rowdy applause. J Mont lifts her and gives her a twirl! But this is just the start. J Mont motions and legendary ring announcer Bruce Buffer emerges from the pack of people. He has a mic in hand and clears his throat.
BRUCE BUFFER: Ladies and Gentlemen, Heather Harland has officially cashed in her NPWA Pacific Championship contract and is your…. FIRST AND ONLY NPWA Pacific Champion!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heather is crying tears of joy. Too consumed with happiness, she can’t even put the belt around her waist, so J Mont does it for her then raises her hand in victory! This is a big deal for everyone in TFO, not just Heather, so they’ve brought a few media peeps who take pictures and one even gets the first words of the new champion.
HEATHER HARLAND: This is a dream come true. I’m truly a fortunate one, figuratively and literally. My opponent was elusive, smart, and hard to pin down but I outwitted them and won the day. Just because NPWA is closing soon doesn’t mean the story of this Pacific Championship is closing. I’m gonna start a new chapter with it. I’ll defend this elsewhere on the dates and times of my selection. I’ll do Mr. Adams and the commissioners proud. Don’t you worry about that, guys and gals. Thank you for your support. Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!
Heather blows a kiss and looks down at the title around her waist again, marveling at how big and pretty it is, and how it attunes to her waist like it really was made just for her. The shot closes with them bursting out the doors of NPWA HQ with J Mont and company popping champagne bottles and having a blast.
They pile into an outlandish Monster Truck Limousine and leave the scene.
