A phone call to the Manager. (For Ragdoll_Jobbers)

Navi was at her appartment alone, Melody going to buy groceries nearby. She was lying on a couch, her smartphone in one hand, and a card she got in an earlier match from Abigail Snow in another. The memory of her match against Whitney White still irked her, with how abruptly it ended from her getting a huge gash in the head accidentally. She didn't think all of The Manager's (which was still a weird pseudomym to her) were as weak, and she definitely wanted to fight in a lot more matches in AFW

Finally getting her phone out of sleep mode, she typed in The Manager's phone number in. Once the guy (or whoever it would be on the other side) would pick up his phone, she would answer: "Hello? Is this "The Manager"? This is Navi Florges speaking...", before waiting for someone's answer on the other side

Manager was currently sitting in his office, taking a needed nap. His office was dark and he slumped into his chair with his arms folded, and fedora tipped to cover his eyes. His wrestlers had been nagging at him for working too much, and sleeping too little so they enforced a "Nap Time" rule. Everyday he needed to take an hour nap in his office and one of the girls would stand outside the door to make sure he didn't leave.

Sighing, Manager was actually about to fall asleep until his phone started to buzz. He fished it out of his pocket and answered. Before he could reply, the person on the other end already introduced themselves, it was Navi.

Sighing deeply, he sat up straight and replied, "You know my name isn't "The Manager", right? I already told you, just call me Manager. Now, what can I do for your Ms. Florges?"

"Alright "Manager"..., she said. Phone call successful, she put the card down on a nearby table, and sat up on the couch.

"Soooo...2 things. First of all, how's Whitney doing? If she is fine, tell her she can phone me for a spar at any time. Nothing like last time, matted floors outside the ring, no concrete.

Number 2... Her white-haired friend... the trivia girl...What was her name............., Abigail! That's right! She wanted a match with me, that's why she gave me your card in the first place, I believe. My schedule is fairly light right now, could you get us a match for the nearest Friction event? Any match my contract allows me to do is fine, so normal, hardcore, slightly softcore, all of that is up to her, either one is fine..."

Manager listened to Navi and sighed, spinning a pencil in his other hand as Navi talked to him. "Whitney is fine. After a few days of bed rest and she was all better. She also wanted to apologize to you, for dragging you out the ring," Manager said before he stopped spinning the pencil and put it back on his desk, letting it sink in for a second, "I'd also like to apologize for losing my temper that night. As Whitney said, it wasn't your fault."

Manager would then turn on his computer monitor and used his free hand to open up some windows, "Abi is fine with anything. There's an open spot two weeks from now. Normal, correct? Okay, I'll set everything up by the end of today and email you the information. Anything else?"