Post by Allen Anderson on Jul 27, 2020 15:34:38 GMT -6
Allen was seen running past the producers and travel agents, his face looking a little haggard. His mind was overwhelmed by what had transpired earlier in the show; there were a few producers backstage who were snapping at Allen to watch where he was going but the young man ignored them. What they were yelling at wasn’t important, all who Allen was looking for was Sandra Verma. Finding Sandra’s office, Allen didn’t waste any time knocking instead opening the door finding Sandra talking to a technician. The young woman stared at Allen, shocked at first but quickly turned into annoyance as the man standing next to Sandra stared at Allen stunned to see him enter Sandra’s office so abruptly.
Sandra: ALLEN! What are you doing here barging in my office like this?! I’m in the middle of a meeting right now! Don’t you need to head towards Gorilla? You’ve got a match in 30 minutes!
Allen attempts to control his ragged breathing attempting to form a smile on his lips though he’s failing miserably at it. The technician whom Sandra was conversing with noticed the rising tension between the two friends and attempted to head out of her office only for Sandra to raise her hand signalling him to stay. The man obeys as he sits down on a chair twiddling his thumbs rapidly.
Allen: I’m sorry Sandra! Seriously but I needed to ask you something! Something important!
Sandra: Can’t this wait Allen?! We’re live on pay per view! I have to make sure that every camera around this arena is running smoothly! I mean for goodness sake this is like the fourth time you barged into my place like you’re the FBI!
Allen: What?! I never entered your office without knocking! The only time I did that was at the season opener of FSW and you know that! Now before I compete for what is the most important match of my career that you won’t valet for me! I need to know: Did you or did you not get a new valet because she entered the locker room saying that someone paid her to be my valet from here on out! I was suspecting that it was you Sandra. Was it?
Sandra remained silent looking visibly confused. She turned her eyes away from Allen seemingly trying to make sense out of what he was saying. Allen’s feet remain rooted on to the ground, his heart beating adjusting to the rhythm to the ticking of Sandra’s clock. He looked tense, looking as if he was going to yell at any minute.
Sandra: Allen….. I- I know that you wanted me to come with you to the ring and believe me I wish I did. But I meant to surprise you at the next FSW episode by you with my close friend at UCLA. I didn’t pay her, she was willing to do this as a favor.
Allen: Was her name Royal "Reaper" La Roux?
Sandra eyebrows raised up as she shook her head. She adjusted herself on her black leather seat leaning forward onto her desk.
Sandra: No…… Who is this Royal?
Allen: She interviewed me about my match back in Cambodia and now she just appeared randomly while I was in the locker room saying that someone paid her good money to valet my matches from now on.
Sandra: That is….. Very strange did she tell you who was the person who put her up to this?
Allen: No, Royal claimed that she didn’t know who this person was; they just gave her the money and her assignment. She’s been honest with me from what I’ve observed so far and she’s just as confused as all of us.
Sandra: Allen I’ll look into this, if this Royal is as honest as you claim she is. Allow her to escort you, but just be cautious okay?
Allen: (Grinning) I can take care of myself Sandra! I’m heading to the fucking top and ain’t no one stopping me!
Allen exits Sandra’s office leaving the young woman leaning on her hands worried for Allen and wondering who Royal and her mysterious backer is. The man who was sitting on the chair rose up and began to leave an awkward look was etched on his face. Sandra ignored his presence as she continues to contemplate the information Allen gave her.