Leaning against a wall Ethan casually observed Aunt D's newest employee bustle around the room, checking on all the details his Aunt didn't want to be bothered with. The Chief of Staff was everything he wasn't, shorter than some of the Knockouts, absurd spiked blond hair, slim frame that had him idly consider choosing Rockstar Spud as his next opponent. Still there was something about the small British man that made him think Spud wouldn't be quite the pushover in the ring as he seemed. Pushing away from the wall he moved closer until the other man finally spotted him.
"Mr. Carter," startled Spud quickly straightened his bowtie as he took in the other man's well-dressed appearance, "is there something I can do for you Sir?"
"Yes Spud, you can help me in my match later tonight." Smirking, aware he made Spud nervous Ethan knew for sure his Aunt had been right about one thing, that accent was very charming.
"Certainly, Sir," delighted at the chance to help his boss's nephew Spud set his IPad aside and gave his full attention as the other man outlined his plan.
Bullying Brian Hebner down the ramp and into the ring Spud found himself reluctantly impressed at how Mr. Carter managed to force Earl into lying down for him. With a few well-chosen words Ethan was able to intimate both men into doing exactly what he wanted. The other man could have just as easily beaten up the older, out of shape referee before pinning him and it was to his credit that he hadn't, so he found it easy to clap for Mr. Carter once the bell had rung. Mrs. Carter's nephew had been decent to him so far and definitely friendlier than the rest of the locker room despite his very obvious higher social status. Watching the other man pose in front of the booing fans it occurred to him that Ethan Carter could be just as lonely as he was, he was under no delusions the other wrestlers would be impressed by Ethan's wealth or name, quite the opposite in fact. It made him want to help Mr. Carter where and whenever he could, over and above the fact the other man was the boss's nephew and it was part of his job.
After that bit of excitement Spud headed back to his usual duties, monitoring the status of Mrs. Carter's eagerly awaited package and keeping an eye on the backstage proceedings, it had been a welcome break to flex a little power and mess with Sting for no other reason than he could. Sting's little dig about his being short ensuring he felt no guilt about it later. It was only when they finally received the long awaited for package just to discover the belt within was fake that he knew his second week hadn't been much more successful than the first. Staring at the paper title belt, his boss storming off in a fit of hissy anger he seriously started to dread what next week would bring.
