"Knightmare." Vince McMahon grabs the attention of the young talent, as he steps out of his Trans Am in the parking lot of the low brow abandoned theater that Hollywood Fight Nights was to be live in.
"Yeah?" He asks, and walks towards the owner of the WWE.
"You have some PR to do."
"What about the rest of the Wolfpac?"
"We need to expose the hottest member of the Wolfpac to the world."
"So when and where is this gonna go down?" Knightmare asks.
"Are you ready now?" Vince McMahon asks.
"Well I'm not in my ring attire, but yeah I'm ready to go if that's what you want."
"You already have your eye makeup on." Vince McMahon observes.
Knightmare laughed. "Real black eyes."
"Ah, well I like it for your character. When they fade, you're getting the makeup. Anyway, follow me."
Vince McMahon leads Knightmare to a limo that was waiting and motioned him.
"Nice limo."
"You better get used to this. You're going to be a huge star."
"Mr. McMahon, why are you saying those things? I may emulate Kevin Nash, but it's obvious that I'm like the product of Kevin Nash turning into Skeletor with Evil Lyn harvesting the muscle and height for the power of Greyskull." Knightmare laughs.
"Masters of the Universe, right?" Vince McMahon asked, raising his eyebrow.
"I'm a dork, I know."
"It's ok. Embrace it. The biggest stars all have a dorky side."
"Anyway, why do you feel like I'm going to be such a star? If Hollywood Fight Nights fail, I know I'm not going to make it on Raw or Smackdown, I don't even think I'll be a star on NXT. And I don't think Impact can afford any more people on the roster."
"I am Vince McMahon. I can make or break stars. I can decide your fate in this business. And if I want to make you a huge star, you're damn right I will."
Knightmare nodded. There was some silence, until the limo stopped and pulled up at the destination.
"A Hostess Snack cake outlet?" Knightmare asks.
"Yes."
Vince McMahon lets Knightmare out of the limo then orders for the limo to be parked behind the cupcake place- to wait for after Knightmare's first public, non, ring appearance.
Knightmare stands in front of the cupcake shop for a moment, wondering what was going on.
"Hostess Bakery Thrift Shop". Knightmare read out loud.
He makes his way into the cafe, and looks puzzled. It was a typical Hostess Outlet. There was no indication that a wrestler was supposed to be making an appearance, unless that wrestler was Twinkie the Kid with special guest referee the Fruit Pie Magician and King Ding Dong on commentary.
Knightmare walked up to the first register and went to see what was up.
"Hey, uh, I'm with Hollywood Fight Nights. I'm Knightmare. I'm supposed to do some sort of publicity thing here?"
"Hold on." The friendly faced female employee stated with a smile.
"ANN! THE HOLLYWOOD FIGHT NIGHT KID IS HERE."
Soon enough, Ann, who was more than likely the manager, came from the back, set down a big box of Twinkies, and rushed over to Knightmare.
"Hi! I'm Ann, and you must be..."
"Knightmare. With a K."
"Awesome! Follow me."
Knightmare felt a little scared, but followed the overly peppy Ann into the back room.
"What am I going to be doing? And can I get a Fruit Pie out of this?"
"Of course you can get a Fruit Pie out of this! You can have all the Fruit Pies you want! Hostess Snacks are the official snack of Hollywood Fight Nights!"
"They are?"
"Yup! So basically what we're going to do is have you take some products and we'll take pictures, for advertisements."
"So I'm going to be the face of Hostess Snacks partnership with Hollywood Fight Nights?"
"Yup!"
"So I basically have a Hollywood Fight Nights and Hostess deal going on."
Ann starts the photoshoot with Knightmare and that lasts for about 2 hours.
After the photoshoot was all said and done, she sent Knightmare on his way with all the Fruit Pies he could want. Hostess Fruit Pies were Knightmare's snack of choice. Especially the lemon kind.
Vince McMahons limo pulls up and Knightmare gets ushered inside.
"So how did it go?" Mr. McMahon asks.
"It went well. I didn't know Hollywood Fight Nights were being sponsored by Hostess."
"Hostess wanted to get involved. And I thought it would be a good idea."
"I think so too. I'm getting royalties and free Fruit Pies. I'm not complaining."
"Good, because it's good PR. It may seem silly, but this could really help your career. Slim Jims did wonders for Randy Savage in the 90's. Hostess can do wonders for you now."
"I find it funny how you choose the skinniest guy on the Hollywood Fight Nights roster to be the face of the Hostess partnership."
"Hey, I wanted a fresh face that will be exposed to the world. I was thinking of having Sting's wife do some promos with Hostess, but I honestly don't even know if I should market her and Sting separate. They seem to be clingy to each other, and I don't even know what image she's portraying."
"Hollywood whore. My mom has a similar look." Knightmare shrugs.
"I only signed her because I wanted Sting." Vince McMahon admins.
"She'll be a good poster to sell to teenage boys."
"I'm thinking of marketing them like Marlena and Goldust in the 90's. I'm not sure yet. I still have to think of other marketing ideas."
"That would be cool."
"I know Casey is in charge of her own publicity for her and Pyrovasion."
"Weren't they a like a teen hair metal band in the 80's?" Knightmare asks.
"Yup, and they actually did a lot of the early WWE music, such as the Ultimate Warrior's theme."
"That's pretty impressive."
"They've been working with the WWE for a long time. I helped them get them their start." Vince McMahon boasts.
"Nice."
"But I promise you, Knightmare. You will be a huge star."
"That's going to be amazing."
