Deals Between Devils

The new AFW dome was even bigger than the old one. And the old one had been pretty big. Apparently the upgrade was necessary in order to accommodate a larger audience, as the AFW had grown even more popular in recent years. There was also the recent influx of new wrestlers to consider, and the old accommodations just weren't enough anymore. Thus the new dome was constructed with all the old amenities the old one possessed. A fully stocked cafeteria, a gym complete with sparring rings for the girls to hone their skills, and a brand new arena built to accommodate twice the number of spectators than before. It was truly a shiny new building with shiny new possibilities.

Sarah Gatt was currently lost in these shiny new halls.

"Fuck my life," Sarah grumbled darkly as she stalked down the halls of AFWs backstage area, something she had been doing for the past forty-five minutes. The new building might as well have been a maze for Sarah. She had no idea where anything was in this place. It didn't match the layout of the old building at all, and there certainly wasn't a map she could go on. In short, she was certainly, unequivocally, and most definitely, lost. Not that she'd ever admit it and fuck you for even thinking it.

As she dredged her way through the backstage area several people she passed by stopped to take notice. Most were AFW staff, some were wrestlers; there was even a couple of referees here and there. As Sarah brushed past them many were stricken with slack jawed stares. They knew exactly who it was that marched through their midst, and it was for this reason that many gave her a wide berth. Whispers and slow voices soon passed between the onlookers. All were saying the same thing in hushed tones, and soon it would spread throughout the grapevine.

Sarah Gatt. The Queen of Brawl had returned to the AFW.

Sarah paid no attention to morons around her, still single-mindedly pursuing her destination. When she and her entourage arrived here they had decided to split up and explore this new campus. Rika had said something about the gym, and Nha and Sha were probably on their way to make some poor girl's future very miserable. "Just like the old days," Sarah muttered to herself with a grin before she shook her head back to reality. There was work to be done after al!

Unfortunately it would be another fifteen minutes before Sarah would finally (miraculously) end up at her destination. She panted from the apparent 4k of walking it took to get here. The outfit she wore, her famous leather jacket and tight blue jeans, were not exactly marathon appropriate. Nevertheless, the had made it, and now she stood before a door. A door that had both a name and a title written across it in big bold letters.

Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt
General Manager of Friction

"Huh, that's weird," Sarah muttered to herself idly as she gazed at the words. "That's not how you spell 'pompous bitch'."

Grinning to herself at her own joke Sarah would announce her presence the only way she knew how: by delivering a solid boot straight to the door, kicking it in with a loud crash of splintered wood and broken hinges.

Hilde gasped at the sudden and harsh way her door was opened. While this hadn't been the first time her door had been violently kicked open, It didn't happen so frequently that she was used to it... thankfully.

She looked up and adjusted her glasses as Sarah strolled in. She pressed her hand to her chest. "Vilkommen, Ms... Gatt?"Hilde raised an eyebrow at the girl but then shook her head. "I hope you have been doing well while you have been gone. It's good to see you again." She said, smiling genuinely.

She then pushed the buzzer on the intercom that connected to Lukretia's office and a few, quick words of German shot from Hilde's mouth. She then looked up. "Lukretia will see you, Ms. Gatt. I would appreciate it if you didn't kick that one down as well." She said and then turned to her phone. It was time to give maintenance another ring.

As the door she had just kicked in creaked and groaned in its death throws Sarah blinked when she realized that this wasn't Lukretia's office exactly, but rather the reception waiting area. Frowning at the fact that the only one who had seen her grand entrance was the receptionist Sarah strolled inside the room, giving it a quick once over before she decided she hated everything about it.

As reception announced her arrival to the General Manager Sarah gave the girl a nod. "Yeah, thanks....whoever you are," Sarah mumbled before she would head off to Lukretia's actual door. True to the girl's request Sarah didn't kick this one down. Not because of good intentions, but because her foot was killing her after kicking the first door in.

Opening the door like a normal human being Sarah took her first step into Lukretia's office, but couldn't resist slamming the door behind her. "Honey, I'm home!" she would announce with a grin.

Lukretia lifted her head from her work as Sarah entered. She was glad she didn't have her own door smashed down. She smiled a bit at the thought of Hilde being startled half to death. Her blue eyes fell on the red head and she shook her head.

"Unseemly as ever, fräulein..." She said and turned back to her monitor. "To vhat do I owe ze pleasure? I vill assume it vasn't to have a beer vith me, ja?"

Sarah green eyes fell upon the general manager of Friction, Lukretia von Creuzfeldt, and Sarah was almost pleased to see that the head bitch herself hadn't changed much in terms of appearance, and if the arrogant way she practically ignored Sarah upon her arrival was any indication her attitude hadn't changed much as well.

"What? No hug?" Sarah chuckled sarcastically. She strode her way towards Lukretia's desk and slid herself to sit on the edge of it, crosslegged. "It's funny. It's almost like you didn't miss me or something," Sarah would say before almost casually reaching to out to yank the cord out of Lukretia's computer monitor, shutting, descending what ever it was she was working on into blackness.

Lukretia may have had most of the AFW wrapped around her little finger but that had never been the case with Sarah, for long before the German had become Frintion's GM she had Sarah had met in the ring in what became known as a titanic struggle, one that ended in a draw. Since then the two have shared and antagonistic relationship, one that didn't fade even with Lukretia's promotion.

"We can get plastered later," Sarah decided after switching off the monitor. "Right now let's talk a little business, namely the return of the AFWs best and most popular wrestler after a long period of absence." Sarah grinned like a fool. "Go on. Guess which one. I bet you can't."

Lukretia remained cool as Sarah boisterously demanded attention of herself. Though her smile drooped a bit, her face was calm and she looked at Sarah as though she were conducting business normally.

"Fraulein..." She began. "Vhether you come or go, ze vorld still turns. Ve have prospered vith you und ve have done ze same vithout you." Lukretia stood up and slipped around the edge of her desk and turned to face Sarah.

"If you vant a contract..." She said, leaning forward. "Zen I vould have been able to get one drawn up more quickly if you had not pulled ze plug on meine monitor." She added dryly. "You are so impressed vith your ability to cause mischief, Miss Gatt." Lukretia lifted a finger and pushed it into the top of Sarah's chest. "But I can handle mischief. I have been handling you for as long as you have been around und I vill continue to do so until you leave again. You are not a tornado, Fraulein, you are a bulldozer und I vill be ze one pulling ze levers as long as you are parked in meine lot, verstehen?"

Lukretia let her blue eyes focus on Sarah's and she smiled. "So... I vould be happy to draw up your contract. I am glad you have returned. But I vill do nothing until meine monitor is plugged in." She said and tilted her head towards the fallen plug.

Sarah kept her sweet, almost sincere smile as Lukretia stood to face her as he sat upon her desk. It was nice to have her full attention now, even though it was something most people in this building wouldn't wish for. She leaned back on the desk on both her hands and listened to the German dom's somehow familiar speech about how Sarah better show her a little more respect.

"Come on now, Lukretia," Sarah chuckled, taking the hand that Lukretia had placed upon her chest in her own hand and holding it there. "I think we both know the place hasn't quite been the same without me. No shame in admitting it. And I'm glad you can manage my - what was the word you used? 'Mischief'?" Sarah added air qoutes to the word. "I couldn't have half as much fun around here if the AFW couldn't keep up with me."

After Lukretia mentioned her contract Sarah's smile would grow just a tiny bit wider. "Lukretia, I'm surprised at you. You think I came all this way to see you just to discuss something as trivial as my contract? I handled that a long time ago with the powers that be."

Sarah wagged her finger. "Nononono, I've come for a few more interesting things I'm going to be needing."

Lukretia didn't budge as Sarah held onto her hand. Her smile curled at the edges and her eyes flickered. She tilted her head and looked at Sarah. "Oh?" She said. "Now zat is funny. I am ze powers zat be. Zere is only one other person you could go to und of you bypassed me to go to Cassandra, zen..."

A haughty chuckle escaped her lips as her finger slipped down and pushed fully into Sarah's breast. "Vat does zis say about you?" She queried. "Vhat do you vant, Fraulein?" She said with a sudden air of seriousness. "As fun as our reunion is, I am a busy voman. Please, get to ze point."

A shiver went through Sarah was Lukretia pressed her finger into her breast, the grin on her face showing she was enjoying this little game. "Would you believe me if I said it was just to see you?" Sarah whispered, getting her face in close so she could look deep into Lukretia's eyes, almost close enough that at any second they could start making out.

But with a wink and a smile Sarah would pull back almost just as fast and would suddenly hop off of Lukretia's desk. "Information, mostly," Sarah answered evenly as she started to stroll around the office, looking around for something in particular. "Everyone knows Ms. Von Creutzfeldt has her hands in so many cookie jars. I just want a little nibble."

Sarah started looking in cabinets and drawers around the office. "Got any booze in here?" she soon asked.

Lukretia smiled and chuckled softly to herself as Sarah slipped away. "Of course." She said and slipped over to a humming mini fridge that elegantly blended in with the scenery of Lukretia's office.

She bent over and retrieved two frosty mugs and two bottles of Lukretia's favorite, Köstritzer schwarzbier. "I am afraid zat if you are drinking beer vith me, zen you vill only be drinking ze best." She said as she began to pour the frothy dark lager into the frosty mugs. "I hope your palette hasn't been tainted by ze svill you most likely imbibe, Fraulein." She said as she handed Sara a mug and then lifted her own up.

"Now, a simple toast und zen you vill tell me vhy you have interrupted meine day unnecessarily." Lukretia stated plainly. She then lifted her glass up and held it for a moment, nodding her head to Sarah before taking a deep draught.