Commissioner's Office Special Interlude - Bernard's Meeting

 

The satellite office in Prince Edward Island is modest yet professional, tucked away in a quiet business district far from the prying eyes of the wrestling world. Its sterile decor—a simple desk, a few chairs, and neutral-colored walls—is a sharp contrast to the glitzy arenas of NPCW, signaling the importance and sensitivity of the meeting at hand. Bernard enters the room, his expression tense yet focused, clutching a leather binder filled with documents. Seated across from him is Victoria Deschamps, the striking Vice-Chair of the Board of Directors of KBL Wrestling Organization.

Victoria, with her fiery red hair cascading in loose waves and wearing a sharp, tailored pantsuit, rises to greet Bernard with a firm handshake and a welcoming smile. Her presence commands attention, blending a warm charisma with the no-nonsense demeanor of someone accustomed to high-stakes negotiations.

Victoria Deschamps

Victoria Deschamps: (gesturing to the seat opposite her)

"Bernard, it's good to see you. I understand this meeting is delicate, so let’s get right to it. What’s on your mind?"

Bernard takes his seat, placing the binder carefully on the desk. His brows furrow as he gathers his thoughts, visibly grappling with the weight of his concerns.

Bernard

Bernard: (earnestly)
"It’s about NPCW, Victoria. I’m deeply troubled by the direction the company is heading under Scrooge and Cratchit’s management. The recent rule changes—favoring factions like Witch’s Coven, Wolf Pack, Monster Bash, and Demonic Legion—are undermining fairness. These groups are running rampant, and the Commissioner’s office seems to be enabling them."

Victoria leans forward slightly, her piercing blue eyes locked onto Bernard’s as she processes his words.

Victoria Deschamps: (calmly)
"I’ll admit these factions have created quite a stir, but Bernard, you can’t deny NPCW has been thriving. The ratings are at an all-time high, merchandise sales are booming, and the arenas are packed. Chaos sells, especially in wrestling."

Bernard: (with urgency)
"It may look that way, but at what cost? Santa—our biggest draw—is on the sidelines because of these unchecked rule changes. The heel factions exploited them, leading to the match where Santa was injured. It’s not just about ratings; it’s about integrity. NPCW is becoming something unrecognizable."

Victoria’s expression tightens, her fingers lightly tapping the desk. She’s intrigued, but skeptical.

Victoria Deschamps: (probing)
"Have you brought these concerns to President Renaud? Surely he would address them if they’re as serious as you say."

Bernard shifts uncomfortably, his grip tightening on the binder.

Bernard: (with frustration)
"I have. Many times. But he’s either ignoring it or… worse. I suspect Count Vlad from HCW is paying him off to keep the chaos going. Vlad thrives on disruption; it aligns with the Dark Dominion’s philosophy."

Victoria’s eyes widen slightly, her polished composure cracking just enough to show alarm. She straightens her posture, her tone becoming sharper.

Victoria Deschamps:
"Bernard, those are serious allegations. Do you have proof?"

Bernard exhales slowly, opening the binder and sliding several sheets of paper across the desk. His hand trembles slightly as he gestures to the documents.

Bernard:
"Not concrete proof. At least, not yet. But here—look at these. They’re correspondences, financial discrepancies, and meeting notes. It’s circumstantial, but it paints a troubling picture."

Victoria picks up the papers, carefully reviewing them. Her eyes scan the pages with precision, her expression becoming increasingly concerned. The tapping of her fingers stops, replaced by a deep, contemplative silence.

Victoria Deschamps: (after a pause)
"This is troubling, Bernard. But you realize Renaud is well-respected by the board. If we’re going to move on this, we need to tread carefully. The last thing we need is a backlash against NPCW or KBL."

Bernard nods solemnly, his shoulders sinking slightly.

Victoria Deschamps: (after a moment of thought)
"As for Scrooge and Cratchit, it’s clear something must be done to protect the sources in the Commissioner’s Office. I have an idea—KBL Wrestling is working on an initiative that could apply here. Let me put a plan into action by week’s end."

She places the papers back on the desk and fixes Bernard with a determined gaze.

Victoria Deschamps:
"As for Renaud, I’ll quietly investigate. If there’s something to this, we’ll find it. But you need to be patient, Bernard. This isn’t the kind of battle we can rush."

Bernard leans forward, gratitude mingling with unease on his face.

Bernard: (earnestly)
"Thank you, Victoria. I don’t want to see NPCW fall apart. It means too much—not just to me, but to everyone who loves this company."

Victoria stands, extending her hand once more. Bernard rises to meet her, their handshake firm and resolute.

Victoria Deschamps:
"Trust me, Bernard. We’ll handle this the right way."

As Bernard leaves the office, the weight on his shoulders feels lighter, though the path ahead remains uncertain. Victoria watches him go, her mind already racing with plans to protect NPCW and uncover the truth behind Renaud’s alleged dealings. The stakes couldn’t be higher, but if there’s anyone equipped to handle the pressure, it’s the Vice-Chair of the KBL Wrestling Organization.