Booking Glory-Chapter 35: Debut on Live TV - Part 3

Dacey stood behind the curtain and heard the sound of the crowd going nuts. She could feel the gaze of her mentor, Mr. Gibson, on her from behind. She could feel his concern for her.

She knew she had dropped the ball last week. Even now, after one week of targeted training to get accustomed to the crowd’s reaction, it wasn’t easy for her to just ignore the crowd and do her thing.

Hearing it over the speakers was one thing and hearing the crowd live was entirely another thing. Dacey took a deep breath and tried to center herself. As her mind calmed down, Rob’s advice from their last meeting echoed in her mind.

"If you can’t get accustomed to it, then you need to embrace it. You need to revel in it," Rob’s figure appeared in her mind as she stepped out of the crowd.

"You are their Goddess. They need to feel privileged to even gaze upon you. You are their Queen, they are merely your subjects to gaze upon. Believe in that wholeheartedly and you will have crossed half the ocean," Rob’s advice echoed as she gazed at the crowd with a cold, distant look.

A small smile formed on her face as she saw the reaction she was garnering. She had never in her entire career seen the crowd react to her in such a way. Provided, they were mostly booing her, but it was the thought that counted just as Rob said.

"Boo, cheer, it doesn’t matter what it is. As long as the crowd reacts to your presence, you are doing it right. It is when they don’t even bother acknowledging you that you need to worry."

Dacey wholeheartedly agreed with that statement of Rob now that she was standing in front of the crowd. These people wanted to hear what she wanted to say. She mattered to them.

It was enough for Dacey to get over her nervousness and truly become Dacey Surestone. All her insecurities flew away and she knew deep in her heart that she was going to make this work.

She started walking down the ramp with a sexy swagger. She heard wolf whistles and catcalls from the crowd. She remembered what Rob had told her about last week’s mistake.

She paused and turned towards the direction the catcall came from. She threw a look of disgust in the fan’s way and started walking again. She could hear laughter and outrage flowing out from the direction of the fan.

So, in a moment of craziness, she added a bit more swagger to her stride. The reaction was immediate as the catcalls and wolf whistles doubled. It was kinda fun to mess with people.

It was at this moment Dacey realized that she needn’t be afraid of the crowd. She could use them to create more reactions from others as well. And in a strange way, she enjoyed this aspect as well.

She paused idly showcasing her ass as she stepped on the steps near the ring and once more glanced at the crowd as if she was looking down on them. The height advantage the steps gave helped her with it.

Throwing a smirk at a random fan, Dacey stepped inside the ring leisurely at her own pace. She paused a moment before going through the ropes, adding a bit more sexy vibe to her entrance, and did a spin once entering the ring.

She stood in the center reveling in the attention the crowd was pouring on her. True. there were more boos than what was normal but Dacey enjoyed them too nevertheless.

The assistant tried to hand over the mic to her. Dacey looked at him like he was a bug and grabbed the mic out of his hands before shooing him away. This elicited more boos from the audience and there were some who laughed at her actions.

Compared to the boos that were becoming the norm, the sparse laughter was enough to tell Dacey that at least a few in the crowd enjoyed it. It made her feel bolder.

Sending a smirk at the crowd, she paused as if she was waiting for something. At that moment, the chants started all over the arena.

<Why Dacey Why!?>

<Why Dacey Why!?>

<Why Dacey Why!?>

<Why Dacey Why!?>

<Why Dacey Why!?>

Another bout of craziness hit Dacey at this moment and she started bobbing her head in the same rhythm as the audience chant. She could feel the crowd really get into it as she started bobbing.

A smile formed on her face involuntarily. Dacey remembered Rob’s advice at this moment.

"Do not laugh with the crowd, but laugh at the crowd."

So, she tried to change the smile into a smirk, but it was hard maintaining it. She knew that the camera was giving her a close-up at this moment from the way it was positioned.

So, she turned towards it and smirked at it in an infuriating manner.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

She said causing the audience to pause in their chanting.

"I can stand here all day and listen to you dimwits chant whatever you want, but I am afraid, my time is precious compared to yours. So, we are not gonna do that."

Dacey started off with an insult. Strangely enough, it seemed to work. The crowd booed her more now. But, the moment Dacey raised her finger and the crowd magically quieted.

"Ah, that’s better. If you do not want me to change my finger, you better pipe down and show some respect to me," Dacey referenced her actions last week causing more boos to be elicited.

She chuckled openly hearing the boos. She stood there taking in the boos with a smile on her face proudly. Dacey realized if she thought of the boos as cheers, it was easy to revel in it.

"Now that some things have been made clear, let’s get this show on the road," Dacey said moving a little.

She turned to the crowd and found the person she was looking for. Rob had informed her how to start the segment and she intended to follow that. Till now, his tips have worked like magic and she was willing to bet on his tips a bit more.

"You over there, yeah, you, that fat one," Dacey pointed at a fan in the crowd who was in the front row at a prominent position. "I can see that you are wearing something that’s really nauseous. But, let’s skip over that. What does it say?" Dacey asked him.

In fact, that person in the crowd was a plant. Rob had arranged for a worker from LWC to act as the guy Dacey addressed. Not because there was no one else wearing that shirt, but Rob just didn’t want to insult an actual fan on live TV. The fans were not ready for it yet.

<Why Dacey Why!?>

The entire crowd chanted the slogan once again.

"Yeah, yeah, alright. It is kind of little cute and also very childish. I mean, come on, are you asking me why I picked the fat guy to address and not one of you? Are you asking me why I even address such a stupid shirt?"

Dacey asked causing the crowd to boo.

"You gotta admit. That shirt looks stupid. No wonder you are out here with a bunch of your fat buddies instead of a girl. I mean, I wouldn’t ever give any attention to any man that wore such a lame shirt. I am sure the other women feel the same way," Dacey derided the shirt and the wearer causing more boos to erupt.

"I am just saying, just saying you know, no man of mine would be caught wearing such a stupid shirt. I am sure some dork sitting in the office somewhere in LWC came up with that," Dacey said eliciting more boos.

"I am also sure that the real question he wanted to ask was why I wouldn’t even spare a moment of attention towards his pathetic self. But, but," the crowd was booing incessantly by now. "Anyway, moving on. I will tell you why I addressed that fatso over there."

"You see, over the last week, I have been hearing this question <Why Dacey Why!?> over and over again. In the grocery store, in the clubs, in the hotels, in the restaurants, and even in the hallways back there," Dacey said addressing the crowd truly now.

"And by now, I am sick and tired of that. And I come out here and see this moron wearing this shirt that asks the same thing, I am kind of irritated with that. I don’t like it," Dacey said throwing a disgusted look at the fat man in the crowd.

"I know that you all want me to address why I put Diana in the hospital bed, which by the way she still hasn’t got out of," boos followed the statement causing Dacey to shrug and smirk.

"But, here’s the thing. I addressed it last week. It’s just your teeny, tiny mind had failed to comprehend it. So, I will say it again and again until you folks get it through your thick skull."

"None of you morons deserve an explanation. The only explanation you all are going to get is this," Dacey flipped the crowd off again causing boos to rain all over the arena.

Dacey stood there and basked in it. She even went around showing the bird every side of the ring. The boos racked in volume with each side she went towards. Dacey even started playing with the crowd with that action.

The side that was flipped off booed her and immediately she would switch to the other side, causing it to boo. This went on and on for a minute before Dacey spoke again.

"I am sure that none of you have anything worthwhile to do than stand there and boo me," Dacey snorted into the mic causing booing to erupt all over the arena again. "But, unlike you, I do have stuff to do."

"So, see you all next week and I hope you would learn from your mistakes and not wear that stupid shirt again," Dacey said dropping the mic and walking out of the ring in a leisurely manner.

The crowd once more started booing her. But, this time Dacey didn’t pay attention to them. She walked up the entrance ramp and stood on the stage and once more surveyed the crowd with a proud, aloof look.

She paused for a bit and slowly raised her middle finger at the crowd and showed it to all of them proudly. By now, her music was once more playing and the chemistry her actions had with the music was just amazing.

Strangely enough, she looked like a rockstar who was performing on stage at this moment. Dacey took her time in flipping off the entire crowd and walked back into the curtain causing the boos to resound throughout the arena.

*****

"Like I said, Dacey Surestone has absolutely no respect for this business. Her actions are clear and it is the actions of someone who doesn’t respect this business," Dallas spit venom over the mic.

"And I am saying that you are really biased Dallas! The Goddess has spoken her bit. You just can’t accept the fact that the Goddess doesn’t seem to care about your opinions."

Rob said passionately.

"You can’t hold her responsible for what she did. I am sure Diana did something to piss off the Goddess. Why would the Goddess even deem to pay attention to her if she didn’t offend the Goddess in some way?" Rob asked rhetorically.

"I will tell you why," Dallas didn’t relent. "She attacked Diana because she was jealous. She was jealous of Diana’s success and she felt inferior to Diana. If not, she would have challenged Diana like everyone else does."

"Diana is a fighting champion! She even came out and laid out an open challenge for anyone in that locker room. Dacey Surestone was too cowardly to take on Diana one to one. So, she attacked her from behind and did those heinous actions at <Break Out>!"

"You are delusional Dallas! Have you seen the Goddess? What does Diana have for the Goddess to feel inferior about?" Rob asked aghast.

"The Championship for one," Dallas bit back sharply.

"The Goddess doesn’t need a championship Dallas! If she ever wins that title, it will be the title that should feel happy to be around the waist of such a beautiful specimen. Not the other way around."

"Even without the championship, the Goddess can turn heads with her mere presence. Tell me someone in that locker room that could hold a candle to the Goddess’s beauty?" Rob replied heatedly.

"Without the championship, Dacey Surestone is nothing," Dallas didn’t relent one bit.

"That’s your narrow-minded thinking at work there Dallas! How many championships have you in your career, by the way?" Rob asked turning his attack to personal territories.

"Three!" Dallas said succinctly.

"Good for you, but here is the thing. Unlike you or Diana, the Goddess doesn’t need a championship to stay relevant. The Goddess’s mere appearance will send these morons into a frenzy," Rob retorted back.

"Yeah, all right. We can see that already. They just want to boo her out of the building," Dallas snorted.

"Boo her out of the building! Boo the Goddess out of the building! How evil can you get Dallas? Seeing the Goddess is the only bright spot of their week for these morons. Why would you wish to take it away from them? You are evil Dallas," Rob spouted bullshit with his eyes closed.

"Guys, guys, let’s all calm down. It is now time for the main event. That’s right folks, stay tuned. When we return from the break, we go straight to our main event. And this week, it’s one hell of a banger," Irvin piped in plugging in the ad break and the main event before things could escalate.

The break began and the commentators relaxed a little. Dallas removed his headphone and looked at Rob.

"Kid, Dacey blew this segment out of the park. There is no need to worry," Dallas said reaching out and clapping Rob on his back.

"What about us? Did we do well?" Rob asked worriedly.

"That we wouldn’t know until we see the broadcast tape, will we?" Dallas said causing Rob to chuckle in happiness.

Rob knew that Dacey was absolutely on fire out there this week. She hit all the right spots and did the right things. Her handling of the crowd was a sharp turnaround compared to last week.

Never in million years had Rob thought that Dacey would take to being heel just like a duck to water. She absolutely nailed it out there tonight. He had nothing to worry about now.

With each week, Dacey will be progressing further and further. He would be able to do a lot of things with her as the pivotal element in the upcoming weeks. This relieved a huge burden on Rob’s shoulders.

With a content sigh, Rob leaned back in his chair and relaxed. He can’t wait to see what Dacey’s work and their commentary had created. But, he was sure of one thing.

His idea now had a huge potential.

*****

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