McMahon had gone too far this time, and Randy Orton wasn't the only one to think so. Every wrestler knew this was more than just the fights, it was the publicity, the storylines. That didn't mean this new scheme of the boss' was completely sound.
"Wait, so…we're going to have…personal bloggers?" Roman sounded as confused as Randy felt; even John looked a bit put off. McMahon nodded, the grin never leaving his face as he waived one of his many assistants over, taking a tablet from him.
"Exactly. We're always working to appeal to younger generations, and our studies show a majority of teenagers are a part of blog sites. The most popular one appears to be," McMahon's brow furrowed for only a moment as he read whatever was on the screen, "erm, Tumblr. I've already hired you each a blogger who is popular and familiar with how the site works. Each one has been sent to your respective changing rooms." Several men gave sounds of protest, while Roman and Randy resorted to scowling. McMahon's eyes narrowed just a bit, and a few of the newer wrestlers were quick to quiet down.
"Please tell me you at least screened them?" John was one of the most popular wrestlers, but being followed by drooling, screaming fans was bad enough without them blogging their every move. A few shifted uncomfortably as McMahon nodded.
"Of course. Not a single one is a fan of the franchise. Half will be hearing of you for the first time." Randy held back a snort of contempt. If McMahon had somehow found people who didn't know about Cena or Reigns, then Randy was content to at least give this a shot. "Now, go. You've got some new staff members to meet." McMahon gave a self-satisfied smile as they all filed out, and Orton made a beeline for his dressing room. Despite his reputation, he actually liked the idea of meeting new people. It was part of why he'd signed up for this gig. He pushed open the door to his room, and froze in the doorway. A young woman was curled on his couch with a small laptop tucked into the cradle of her lap. Her red hair was pulled into a messy bun, her clothes a basic hoodie and some jeans. She glanced up at him as he entered, and he expected the usual fanning of herself and praise of his feats. Instead, her green eyes held only some curiosity, and she was quick to turn them back to the screen. Her hands flew over the keyboard as he stepped in and closed the door.
"Uh, hey. I'm Randy Orton." He pulled up a chair and offered her a hand. She glanced up again, one hand continuing the typing as she took his offered one and gave a single firm shake. He dropped his hand quickly and leaned to look on the screen. "So, are you blogging already? I mean, we haven't been to a fight or publicity event yet."
"I'm working on my personal blog." Her voice was quiet and even, her gaze returning to her screen. Only a few more clicks of the keys and she closed the laptop. Turning to him, she sat up properly and set the computer aside. "I'm Lexi. It's nice to meet you." She gave a friendly smile, and he returned it with his own.
"So, how many blogs do you have?" He was mostly curious as to what qualified as a 'famous blog' and wondered if he would have heard of any. Likely not.
"I have my personal, a YouTube channel…and now, yours." She raised a brow, already reaching for her laptop again. "Speaking of, I'm glad you're finally here. Your boss said each blogger had creative license with each separate blog, but I figured you might want to help design it." She pats the spot next to her in invitation, and Randy raises a brow before moving to the spot. He leans over her shoulder as she signs into the website. Her blog came up first, the screen filling with several posts from what appeared to be many people.
"Wait, it looks like the site builds itself." He frowned, reading a few of the posts. The first three were about some man who was apparently called Sam…or Moose.
"This is my personal. Granted, Tumblr will start the new blog with the basic features. It's up to us to make it unique." She clicked around until a fairly bland page came up, with his name and a basic bio. "I only put in the information your boss gave me. Now, first things first…" For the next hour, Lexi walked him through how the website worked. He chose a theme that matched his uniform colors and by the time they were done, he already had twenty "followers." He grinned at her, and she nodded as if to say 'it's great, right?'
"So…what do we post first?"
