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Somewhere unknown...
As the world draws an anticipated breath for the event's big reveal, a certain board of directors meet over video call, helmed by a gangly young woman with, at this instance, horrible posture.
The shuffling of papers leaks through the speakers, those gathered on the call only occasionally met by Kanamori's gaze when she deigns to check her screen for their presence. Her hand whips across her desk even as she speaks, signing off on legal documents forwarded by the rest of the board.
"I expect one of you would have informed me if you had heard from him," she says, her irritation hardly concealed by her clenched teeth. No time to waste on such a matter. She had threatened more than once to call in bulldozers if he failed to show up by their deadline, but the prohibitive cost of constructing an arena made the truth simpler. He would show, or the whole affair would amount to a pile of dust and a flood of red ink. "Is our arena clear?" She flicks her eyes to an anomalously static-filled square on the screen. "Unfortunately, there's too much evidence of their entry to proceed without having removed them. They'd have us on negligence. While you're at it, tell me you've secured the area against additional interlopers."
Though the visual interference fails to let up, within the digital snow, Monika's sharp green eyes make their presence known. "Dealt with accordingly. There are a few little bugs still skittering around down there… But it's not our problem if they get crushed under the rubble! Ahaha~" For just a moment, the static brightens and grows louder, nearly burning into the other screens, before it dies back down. "In the meantime, that scientist and his entourage have been forced out, and the cavern's been covered up. Nobody should be crawling around and causing us trouble until after we're done this year. If anyone finds it funny enough to try, I'll handle them."
The good news doing nothing to lighten her scowl, Kanamori next turns her attention to the participants with the largest share of screen real estate. "The details on the final round of fundraising?" barks out the request, not even bothering with a glance to the camera. "70% of our projections or production's drone request lands in the rejection pile with the giant wheel. We'll take an update on the newly-acquired sponsors while you're at it."
As expected, each member of the Big 5 take turns delivering their ordinance. "Despite our initial concerns, we have met the goal by a large margin. Our intention is to use some of those extra funds to add some interesting spice to this year's arena, depending on Monika's plans."
"Sponsors? We've got them lining up! Bloodsport and violence is an annual tradition at this point! Have you seen how much the 'Shroom is willing to pay to be the exclusive live broadcast channel? And they're a newspaper!"
"Unfortunately, we could not arrange our own entrant this year. However, we have been in contact with two that should prove to be excellent additions."
"The ticket prices have been well-planned as well. We've been doing everything. Bundle promotions, raffles, we've even sold some to our hand-picked scalpers. They'll keep the unwanted competition out in exchange for their own resale."
"In short, the unparalleled business genius of the Big Five will turn the third Mega Brawl into our most enriching endeavour yet!"
Finally, the moment arrives to question the prima donna. Only now does Kanamori's pen fall silent as she turns her full attention to the hot-shot producer. "The technical status," she snaps, leaning forward to make her presence loom larger through the screen. "You better be wired into every light and camera into which we've poured so much as a single coin. I take it the crew's trained with their operation and set-up is nearing completion?"
"LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION! YOU WANT CREWS? YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE'VE GOT CREWS! WE'RE READY TO ROCK, WE'RE READY TO ROLL, WE'RE READY TO BRING THE BIGGEST RATINGS THIS NETWORK'S NEVER SEEN! I TELL YOU KANAMORI, WE'VE GOT THE REAL GROOVE HERE AND WE'RE GOING TO PUT ALL THOSE OTHER POSERS HOGGING THE AIRWAVES TO SHAME!" Teller Vision exclaims, brimming with enthusiasm. "PRODUCTION'S RIGHT ON SCHEDULE AND WE'LL BE READY WHEN THE BOSS MAN SAYS GO!"
"When the boss man says go" is the operative term. Kanamori grunts as she flicks her gaze towards the clock at the corner of the screen. That elusive entity still hasn't made himself known to the meeting, and there is still a hefty heap of paperwork to finish verifying and signing. "Then that will, regrettably, be all for today. Our operative success is contingent on everyone's continued work. If you must–"
A sudden blip from the video call cuts off her callous words. The hunched woman leans forward again, leering towards the newest incoming feed. It's video footage from… midair? With the blue expanse of a sky behind him, Corey holds a vertically-aligned phone camera towards the swirling vortex at his chest, its colors and textures turning and radiating.
"There you are!" Kanamori can't help the venom in her voice. "What in hell's name are you doing? Our allotted meeting time – of which you've failed to appear for the last three weeks – was twenty minutes ago!"
"HAAHOHAAHO! Can you believe it, Kanamori? Soon, we'll have another shot at the stars! Another set of vibrant Brawlers on my dear, dear stage! I can hardly contain my excitement!"
Kanamori's brow creases. "Yes, yes, now why don't you–"
"In fact, I think it's about time we get this stage truly set, wouldn't you agree? These old city streets are looking so desolate and plain… Mmm, it's time to play my favorite part of all: the architect of adventure, the mastermind of magic, the demolition leading to dreams! LET'S CREATE OUR NEXT ARENA!"
Before the shocked interjections from the board members can reach his nonexistent ears, Corey's feed is just as quickly lost, the host having logged off the call. On Teller's end, the board watches as his camera monitor shakes, a deep rumbling beginning beneath his feet, and a distant office building starts shifting and collapsing downwards.
Teller lets out a yelp as he sidesteps a fissure forming in the concrete. His screen head points up towards the sky as he shouts at a figure far above him. "COREY! MIND THE MERCHANDISE!"
With a sharp swear, Kanamori slams her laptop screen shut. That boisterous buffoon! She had created an entire timeline for the arena's transformation, with advertising campaigns, televised interviews, daily reveals of new areas! Once word got out that the transformation was happening this minute, any strong-arm the board had on public perception would be lost!
Resisting every urge to literally flip her desk, Kanamori instead snatches up her nearby cell phone and furiously punches in a quick-dial. There are two agonizingly long rings before the other line picks up.
"Get me on the top line, now. We're opening sign-ups in short order."
As the world draws an anticipated breath for the event's big reveal, a certain board of directors meet over video call, helmed by a gangly young woman with, at this instance, horrible posture.
The shuffling of papers leaks through the speakers, those gathered on the call only occasionally met by Kanamori's gaze when she deigns to check her screen for their presence. Her hand whips across her desk even as she speaks, signing off on legal documents forwarded by the rest of the board.
"I expect one of you would have informed me if you had heard from him," she says, her irritation hardly concealed by her clenched teeth. No time to waste on such a matter. She had threatened more than once to call in bulldozers if he failed to show up by their deadline, but the prohibitive cost of constructing an arena made the truth simpler. He would show, or the whole affair would amount to a pile of dust and a flood of red ink. "Is our arena clear?" She flicks her eyes to an anomalously static-filled square on the screen. "Unfortunately, there's too much evidence of their entry to proceed without having removed them. They'd have us on negligence. While you're at it, tell me you've secured the area against additional interlopers."
Though the visual interference fails to let up, within the digital snow, Monika's sharp green eyes make their presence known. "Dealt with accordingly. There are a few little bugs still skittering around down there… But it's not our problem if they get crushed under the rubble! Ahaha~" For just a moment, the static brightens and grows louder, nearly burning into the other screens, before it dies back down. "In the meantime, that scientist and his entourage have been forced out, and the cavern's been covered up. Nobody should be crawling around and causing us trouble until after we're done this year. If anyone finds it funny enough to try, I'll handle them."
The good news doing nothing to lighten her scowl, Kanamori next turns her attention to the participants with the largest share of screen real estate. "The details on the final round of fundraising?" barks out the request, not even bothering with a glance to the camera. "70% of our projections or production's drone request lands in the rejection pile with the giant wheel. We'll take an update on the newly-acquired sponsors while you're at it."
As expected, each member of the Big 5 take turns delivering their ordinance. "Despite our initial concerns, we have met the goal by a large margin. Our intention is to use some of those extra funds to add some interesting spice to this year's arena, depending on Monika's plans."
"Sponsors? We've got them lining up! Bloodsport and violence is an annual tradition at this point! Have you seen how much the 'Shroom is willing to pay to be the exclusive live broadcast channel? And they're a newspaper!"
"Unfortunately, we could not arrange our own entrant this year. However, we have been in contact with two that should prove to be excellent additions."
"The ticket prices have been well-planned as well. We've been doing everything. Bundle promotions, raffles, we've even sold some to our hand-picked scalpers. They'll keep the unwanted competition out in exchange for their own resale."
"In short, the unparalleled business genius of the Big Five will turn the third Mega Brawl into our most enriching endeavour yet!"
Finally, the moment arrives to question the prima donna. Only now does Kanamori's pen fall silent as she turns her full attention to the hot-shot producer. "The technical status," she snaps, leaning forward to make her presence loom larger through the screen. "You better be wired into every light and camera into which we've poured so much as a single coin. I take it the crew's trained with their operation and set-up is nearing completion?"
"LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION! YOU WANT CREWS? YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE'VE GOT CREWS! WE'RE READY TO ROCK, WE'RE READY TO ROLL, WE'RE READY TO BRING THE BIGGEST RATINGS THIS NETWORK'S NEVER SEEN! I TELL YOU KANAMORI, WE'VE GOT THE REAL GROOVE HERE AND WE'RE GOING TO PUT ALL THOSE OTHER POSERS HOGGING THE AIRWAVES TO SHAME!" Teller Vision exclaims, brimming with enthusiasm. "PRODUCTION'S RIGHT ON SCHEDULE AND WE'LL BE READY WHEN THE BOSS MAN SAYS GO!"
"When the boss man says go" is the operative term. Kanamori grunts as she flicks her gaze towards the clock at the corner of the screen. That elusive entity still hasn't made himself known to the meeting, and there is still a hefty heap of paperwork to finish verifying and signing. "Then that will, regrettably, be all for today. Our operative success is contingent on everyone's continued work. If you must–"
A sudden blip from the video call cuts off her callous words. The hunched woman leans forward again, leering towards the newest incoming feed. It's video footage from… midair? With the blue expanse of a sky behind him, Corey holds a vertically-aligned phone camera towards the swirling vortex at his chest, its colors and textures turning and radiating.
"There you are!" Kanamori can't help the venom in her voice. "What in hell's name are you doing? Our allotted meeting time – of which you've failed to appear for the last three weeks – was twenty minutes ago!"
"HAAHOHAAHO! Can you believe it, Kanamori? Soon, we'll have another shot at the stars! Another set of vibrant Brawlers on my dear, dear stage! I can hardly contain my excitement!"
Kanamori's brow creases. "Yes, yes, now why don't you–"
"In fact, I think it's about time we get this stage truly set, wouldn't you agree? These old city streets are looking so desolate and plain… Mmm, it's time to play my favorite part of all: the architect of adventure, the mastermind of magic, the demolition leading to dreams! LET'S CREATE OUR NEXT ARENA!"
Before the shocked interjections from the board members can reach his nonexistent ears, Corey's feed is just as quickly lost, the host having logged off the call. On Teller's end, the board watches as his camera monitor shakes, a deep rumbling beginning beneath his feet, and a distant office building starts shifting and collapsing downwards.
Teller lets out a yelp as he sidesteps a fissure forming in the concrete. His screen head points up towards the sky as he shouts at a figure far above him. "COREY! MIND THE MERCHANDISE!"
With a sharp swear, Kanamori slams her laptop screen shut. That boisterous buffoon! She had created an entire timeline for the arena's transformation, with advertising campaigns, televised interviews, daily reveals of new areas! Once word got out that the transformation was happening this minute, any strong-arm the board had on public perception would be lost!
Resisting every urge to literally flip her desk, Kanamori instead snatches up her nearby cell phone and furiously punches in a quick-dial. There are two agonizingly long rings before the other line picks up.
"Get me on the top line, now. We're opening sign-ups in short order."
9/30/2025
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