Commissioner's Office Interlude - A Very Special Visit

 

The Commissioner’s Office, a sleek but somewhat foreboding space, carries an air of authority. The walls are lined with NPCW memorabilia, including championship belts, framed posters of iconic matches, and shelves packed with wrestling-related documents. Commissioner Bob Cratchit is seated at his large oak desk, his demeanor as timid as ever, nervously shifting piles of paperwork around as if to distract himself. Standing beside him, emanating an air of overconfidence, is Ebeneezer Scrooge. Scrooge leans slightly against the edge of the desk, his sharp eyes glinting as he feigns politeness, waiting for their visitor. At the door stands Ms. Sweetins, her clipboard in hand, her professional yet observant demeanor unmistakable.

Scrooge and Commissioner Cratchit

Ms. Sweetins

The door opens to reveal Vice-Chair Victoria Deschamps. Her tailored navy blazer and fitted pencil skirt accentuate her sharp, confident presence. Her warm yet calculating smile adds just enough disarming charm to her otherwise commanding aura. Ms. Sweetins gestures for her to enter, and Victoria strides into the room with purpose.

Victoria Deschamps

Victoria Deschamps: (extending a hand to Cratchit)
“Commissioner Cratchit, thank you for making the time to meet with me. And, of course, Mr. Scrooge, always a pleasure.”

Cratchit meekly shakes her hand, his response more of a mumbled greeting. Scrooge, however, takes her hand with an exaggerated grin.

Scrooge: (smoothly)
“The pleasure is all ours, Madam Vice Chair. To what do we owe the honor of your visit?”

Victoria seats herself gracefully in the chair across from the desk, her piercing blue eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on the two men. Ms. Sweetins takes a seat near the corner, pen poised to take notes but her ears sharply attuned to every word.

Victoria Deschamps: (with a professional smile)
“Well, with the success NPCW has been seeing lately, I thought it prudent to meet with key leadership. It’s always good to understand the moving parts firsthand, wouldn’t you agree?”

Scrooge: (with a tight smile)
“Of course, Madam Vice Chair. NPCW is thriving, and we couldn’t be prouder. Attendance, ratings, merchandise sales—it’s all through the roof. The fans are engaged like never before.”

Victoria nods thoughtfully, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her knee.

Victoria Deschamps: (lightly probing)
“It’s true, the numbers are impressive. But I do wonder, with all the changes to rules and regulations lately, do you ever worry it might be alienating some fans? Especially with incidents like Santa’s injury—he’s undeniably the face of NPCW.”

Scrooge’s polished exterior falters for just a moment, but he quickly regains his composure.

Scrooge: (dismissively)
“Santa’s injury was unfortunate, no doubt about it. But wrestling is a physical sport, Madam Vice Chair, and injuries are part of the game. As for the rule changes, they’re simply designed to enhance the drama, to create compelling television—and frankly, they’re working. The factions you mentioned, like Witch’s Coven and Monster Bash, are ratings gold. Fans love to hate them.”

Victoria leans back slightly, tapping her chin as she processes his response.

Victoria Deschamps: (neutral tone)
“Interesting. I’ll grant you that NPCW’s product is more dramatic than ever. But I’d like to shift focus for a moment—to the Women’s Division. There’s been some concern about recent decisions. For instance, Mrs. Claus having to wrestle a gauntlet match just to qualify for the Queen of the North Title Tournament, Dorothy’s sudden removal from the tournament, and no disciplinary action against Wicked Witch or the Coven despite their interference.”

Scrooge’s expression hardens slightly, but he plasters on a thin smile.

Scrooge: (with rehearsed charm)
“Ah, but Madam Vice Chair, that’s the very essence of great storytelling. The Queen of the North Championship itself is a reinstated title—proof that we’re committed to bolstering the Women’s Division.”

Victoria raises an eyebrow, giving him a small, knowing smile.

Victoria Deschamps:
“Reinstating the title is commendable. But if we’re truly committed to the division, I believe we can do more. The KBL Wrestling Organization has an initiative under way to promote women’s wrestling, and I’d like to apply that mindset here in NPCW. Building the Women’s Division to its full potential will require specialized oversight.”

Scrooge: (growing wary)
“What exactly are you suggesting?”

Victoria Deschamps: (calmly, but with authority)
“With Commissioner Cratchit already so busy managing NPCW’s overall growth, I propose appointing an Executive General Manager exclusively for the Women’s Division. This GM will have absolute control over the division, freeing Commissioner Cratchit to focus on the Men’s Division.”

Cratchit looks startled, his gaze shifting nervously to Scrooge, who visibly tenses.

Scrooge: (carefully)
“And what does President Renaud think of this proposal? He’s never questioned how Commissioner Cratchit and I run NPCW.”

Victoria Deschamps: (with a sly smile)
“The President fully supports the board’s decisions.”

Scrooge narrows his eyes but forces a nod.

Scrooge: (gruffly)
“Very well, then. We’ll take some time to identify the best candidate for the role. These things can’t be rushed.”

Victoria Deschamps: (chuckling lightly)
“Oh, I don’t think we need months. In fact, I believe the best candidate is right under your nose—Ms. Sweetins.”

All eyes turn to Ms. Sweetins, who looks genuinely surprised. Scrooge’s jaw tightens as he mutters under his breath, clearly displeased.

Victoria Deschamps: (turning to Ms. Sweetins with a warm smile)
“So, what do you say? Do you want the job?”

Ms. Sweetins: (brightly, unable to hide her excitement)
“Yes, absolutely! I’d be honored.”

Victoria stands and shakes Ms. Sweetins’ hand firmly before turning back to Cratchit and Scrooge, her smile unwavering.

Victoria Deschamps:
“Well then, it’s settled. The new Executive GM and I will discuss the future of the Women’s Division. Have a good day, gentlemen.”

Victoria and Ms. Sweetins exit the office, leaving behind a simmering Scrooge and a bewildered Cratchit. Once the door closes, Scrooge grabs the phone, dialing quickly. After a couple of rings, he begins to speak in a low, conspiratorial tone.

Scrooge: (into the phone)
“Count, you were right. Deschamps is suspicious… Yes, I think Renaud is compromised as well… Very good, then. I’ll await our meeting. Glad you have things under control… Goodbye.”

He slams the phone down, his face twisted in frustration as the scene fades to black.