Dad Mask Promotions

Duane Stump

"I didn't call this guy!" Dad Mask tosses his copy of How to Book Your Own Wrestling Show on his makeshift desk and exhales the most exaggerated sigh of distress known to man. "Is he even booked? Who's the booker anyway? Who did I hire, Hans?"

"We've actually hired nobody, sir. We don't have a booker, sir. Technically, we've only been functioning since this morning. Actually, by my calculations, I haven't been hired, sir. How much am I making--" Hans Frinkle submissively responds before being interrupted.

"Hans, call Dennis Stamp--"

"Duane Stump, sir--"

"Whatever. I'm going to book him."

"Nobody books him, sir."

Dad Mask stares off into space.

"Sir," Hans mutters while fiddling with his wallet. "How much am I--"

Dad Mask brushes Hans off and cracks open a crispy boy¹. "I'm in the 'rasslin' business!"

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¹Michelob Ultra

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Kanako Fujiwara

"Hans, who is the foreign guy you hired without my consent?" 

Proudly, Hans clears his throat and adjusts his bowtie. "Kanako Fujiwara, a former handball champion, is a breakout star from Japan's top independent joshi promotion, J-Zenith, sir. Although bubbly and fun out of the ring, Fujiwara's demeanor changes after the bell rings, sir. Her desire is to win at all costs, sir! Fujiwara comes to DMP, Dad Mask Promotions, to showcase her ability to destroy everyone that stands in her path, sir."

Dad Mask, either disgusted or confused, tosses his empty Michelob Ultra can; it lands perfectly in the waste bin. "Kobe~!" He receives no recognition. "I'm going to miss Wakanda." He stares off into space again.

Hans, offended and ready to cancel, shouts firmly. "Kobe Bryant and Chadwick Boseman are two different people. How dare you--"

"I thought that was Denzel playing Black Panther?"

"SIR!"

Peering back at the file on his desk, Dad Mask scratches his chin. "Joshi? Is that like Josh E., or am I completely lost? I asked you who this foreign guy is you hired, Hans."

"Sir, Kanako Fujiwara is a female."

Both men stare at each other for a dramatic moment.

"Shit. I need another crispy boy, Hans."

"But what do you think about Fujiwara, sir?"

"He's a flamboyant little shit, huh?"

Hans grabs and tosses the file in the air. "It's a female, sir!"

I’m not the forum police or anything but the role playing stuff should probably go in the efed section and the actual edits or moves or whatever should be in this creative section.

Either way welcome aboard the more people being creative with fire pro the better fire pro Is for everyone.

Blaise Blaze

"Blaze, we're delighted to have you along with us here at DMP."

"Mr. Frinkle, I haven't agreed to anything." Blaise Blaze states while moving to the exit.

"What's holding you back, kid?" Dad Mask questions as he walks into the dusty, cramped room.

"Dude, I don’t even know what I'm signing. This seems like a pro-wrestling pyramid scheme. I'm not selling merch for you. I will not offer my body to you for ring glory like old Rat Ratterson wanted in Wild Wasteland Enterprise. Hell, the last promotion I worked in ended with the booker caked in coke, dead, and naked in his cowboy boots. I'm not doing this again."

"Well, I assure you--" Hans is pushed aside.

Dad Mask begins to fiddle in his used sport coat. "We have coke too, Mr. Blaze."

Holding out his hand with joy, Blaise nods his head. "Where do I sign--"

"Sir!" Hans shouts.

"Sir, where do I sign?" Blaze begins to twitch and shake like a dog offered a piece of old, expired lunch meat. "I'll put anybody over, man. Hit me with a chair. I'll dive off buildings, show my tits, drink piss; I don't care. Let's get this ball rolling, man."

Hans tosses his hands up and walks away to get a pen.