The two of them continued walking around the locking for a bit passing about a unique locker room. You see each locker room here has each of the star name on it. Some are more famous than others while the new cats they stay mostly in the gym locker room. That would make sense since Marissa did bring her through a door that read main stars of the company.

  “ Marissa who is Ace Havoc?” PR Girl point her finger at the sign with the star name on it.

  Marissa stopped for a moment trying to come up with a good expnation for Ace. “ Let just say he is a confidence man who knew exactly how to py the game. If you ever get to meet him be careful around him."

  Finally, the st star PR Girl met was a veteran wrestler, Boston Bobby or BB for short which also happened to be his wrestling name. He chuckled as he passed by. “If they stuck you with LA King, you’re going to need thick skin. That guy eats PR workers alive. Good luck little one.”

  PR Girl should have listened to that friendly warning. It might have saved her a lot of headaches from dealing with all the crap LA King was about to pull.

  Marissa open the door to a rge conference room “ This is where we meet most of our stars to talk with them about their upcoming story line in the events, contract negotiations etc. you get the deal. After you meet with your new star LA King I will show you to your office.”

  /Two hours ter/

  A commanding and rugged presence, this man exudes strength, confidence, and an effortless cowboy charisma. His muscur build is immediately striking—broad shoulders, a sculpted chest, and well-defined arms that showcase years of dedicated training. His skin has a natural, sun-kissed tone, emphasizing the sharp definition of his physique.

  His face is just as striking, with a strong jawline, intense eyes, and a neatly groomed beard that adds to his tough, yet refined look. His dark hair is kept in pce by a bck headband, giving him an edge of practicality and readiness. His posture is powerful and rexed, exuding the energy of someone who owns any space he walks into.

  Dressed in cssic Wrangler Cowboy Cut fitted blue jeans, he embodies the rugged American cowboy style while maintaining a modern, athletic build. The jeans fit snugly, emphasizing his powerful legs while still allowing room for movement. He pairs them with a crimson red tank top featuring the bold, bck-painted letters “LA KING” across the chest—a statement of dominance and confidence. Over the tank, he wears a matching leather vest, adding an extra yer of rugged charm and reinforcing his cowboy-meets-modern-wrestler aesthetic.

  On his feet, he sports traditional cowboy boots, worn with purpose and style, the leather polished yet well-used—a symbol of someone who’s as comfortable in the ring as he is on the open range. His wrists are wrapped with red bands, adding a subtle touch of intensity, hinting at his readiness for action. Standing tall against the urban backdrop, he is the perfect blend of old-school cowboy toughness and modern-day powerhouse. His piercing gaze and solid stance make one thing clear—he’s not just here to py; he’s here to own the game.

  “Ah, my new babysitter,” he said, dropping into a chair and stretching out zily. He was everything you didn’t want a client to be. The fool didn’t even give PR Girl a second gnce when he walked in.

  " So what are the consequences for me not behaving this time?"you could hear the sarcastic tone in his voice.

  Marissa grinned her teeth roiling her eyes as she looked over at PR Girl.

  “ This is PR Girl she will be in charge of your life now. It has been such a pleasure working with you LA King." Marissa stood up heading toward the door open it just a bit before turning around to smile at PR Girl. “ You will find your office down the hall on your right past the gym. Normally I would take you myself, but someone forgot to show up on time. Now I have to go back and py catch up with my own clients.”

  Without another word Marissa head out the door closing right behind her the sound of her bck stilettos getting quiet as she walked away. An awkward silence followed soon after.

  PR Girl didn’t know what to say. Hi my name is so-and-so great to be working with you. I can’t wait to help you fix your career.

  All this empty silence was making her stomach do flips inside.

  “Listen, baby doll, just stay out of my way and let me do what I do best which is draw a crowd, okay? If you can do that, then you’ll st longer than the other joker the company sent my way.” LA King stood up, rolling his shoulders before turning to walk out of the conference room.

  “Oh, so you don’t care that your career is going up in fmes?” PR Girl fired back, arms crossed as she leaned against the table. “You don’t want to do anything to reduce the damage or repair it?” She was pushing, testing, trying to set a trap.

  He smirked, eyes glinting with amusement. “People don’t pay to see me py nice. They pay to see me raise hell.”

  “Right. And how long do you think that’ll st?” She arched an eyebrow, voice steady, controlled. “Because from where I’m standing, your brand is becoming a liability. Unchecked chaos isn’t marketable—it’s destructive.”

  LA King let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “Marketable? Sweetheart, I am the market. My name sells out arenas, my face is on posters, and my brand—” he spread his arms with a cocky grin, “is every unfiltered, unhinged, live-wire moment that keeps people coming back for more.”

  “For now.” Her voice was sharp, cutting through his bravado like a knife. “But what happens when the controversy outweighs the talent? When management stops fighting for you? When the sponsors dry up? You might sell out arenas today, but if you keep burning bridges, there won’t be a company left willing to book you.”

  His smirk faltered for half a second—barely noticeable, but enough.

  “You think some suit in a boardroom can tell me how to be LA King?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “You think I need a corporate puppet to clean up my image? If I start worrying about pying nice, I stop being the guy people came to see in the first pce.”

  She met his gaze, unwavering. “I don’t need you to py nice. I need you to py smart.”

  He exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. “And let me guess, you’re the one who's gonna teach me that?”

  “I’m the only one left who’s willing to.” She stepped closer now, challenging him in a way most wouldn’t dare. “You might be the King of the ring, but out here? This is my domain. If you want to keep your empire from crumbling, you’re going to have to start listening.”

  Silence stretched between them—tense, electric.

  Then, LA King smirked again, but this time there was something different behind it. A flicker of something other than arrogance.

  “Alright, baby doll,” he drawled, “impress me.” on that note he left the room smming the door shut behind him.

  After the exhausting battle of wills that she won by the way PR Girl was just about to sit down in her new work chair when the door burst open as Marissa stormed in, phone in hand, looking livid. “We have a problem. Well should I say you have a problem that needs to be taken care of now.”

  No less than only a hand few of hours and her stomach dropped as she watched Marissa pulled up a reel on Instagram it was a viral video of LA King in a bar fight at High Noon. The footage was bad. Five men against him, bodies flying, tables overturned. The media would eat it up.

  “ Rumors are suggesting the whole thing started over a fight between two women who are fans of LA King and the group of mean were jealous they won’t pay any attention to a real man.” Marissa read the story out loud.

  “ PR Girl gets the truth if you can from LA King if it’s true then you have to spin it. You’re good at that right.” Marissa push PR Girl out of her office watching as the door close behind her.

  Well might as well start looking for that horse ass called LA King. It wasn’t too hard he had got a few cuts and bruises on his face as well as his knuckles so the first pce to look for him would be at the on called doctor office WCWE had in the building.

  Right on the money PR Girl intuition was. LA King was just walking out of the office with his knuckles all taped up.

  PR Girlwalked right up to him point his chest firmly. “Tell me you didn’t get into a bar fight over a woman?”

  He pushed her finger away leaning his back against the wall of the doctor office leaned unbothered. “Depends. Do you want the PR version or the truth?”

  She inhaled sharply“ You are going to be more trouble than you are worth aren’t you?”

  LA King forward and smirk at her. “ Baby girl you have no idea what you sign up for.” He walked past her that is when she's realizing this wasn’t just a challenge. It was a war.