Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)“And she did it! Robin Jones did a KO and is on her way to the final round!”
“You know Al, this will be her last year in this tournament before she ages out and needs to move up to the pro league.”
“I know Mike! Just to give everyone in the audience a reminder. Due to the technical difficulties earlier today, the final match has been postponed until next week. Today’s tickets will still get you in the door. Please see the box office for any questions.”
The ginger headed girl left the referee and walked over to her corner, spitting her mouth guard out and grabbing a drink. “See you boys next week.” she offered as she grabbed her towel and headed back to the locker rooms.
~~Day of the Finals~~
“Welcome back everyone! Get ready for the big showdown in between the fiery headed Robin and the cool silver headed Crystal.”
“Hold up Mike...I received word that no one has seen Robin, her coach is talking to the judges right now...what’s this? She hasn’t shown up at all? Then...sorry folks. It looks like this match has been forfeited!”
~Eight Years Later~
The sound of heels hitting the hard tile could be heard as a ginger headed woman walked into the lobby of Wayne Industries. She headed over to the receptionist’s desk and smiled. “Good Morning. My name is Robin Jones. I am here to see Mr. Wayne. Today is my first day and I have not received my security card.” After pulling out her license and showing it to the receptionist who also doubled as the first line of security, she received a “Temporary” badge that would give her access to the entire building.
With that, the 24 year old headed over to the elevator. She swiped the badge and hit the top floor. Once the elevator doors closed, 5’1 petite woman noticed the crystal clear reflection on the door, acting as a mirror. She smoothed out the black pencil skirt and pulled on the light pink blouse and the black cardigan to make sure that nothing was bunched up. Even with the 3” heels on, she was still lacking in height. As the elevator stopped and the door opened, she adjusted her purse, hanging from her shoulder and walked onto the floor.
The first thing she noticed was that this floor was pretty open. No cubicles and only a few doors on the opposite wall with a desk and some cabinets right outside of the central door. The rest of the floor had various tall tables and a few leather sectionals scattered about. As if, this is where all of the parties took place. As Robin walked over to the doors, she could tell that all three were closed and that none were slightly ajar. The lights were on, so she knew someone was in. After setting her purse down on the desk, she lightly knocked on the door. Quiet enough to not disturb him if he was on a call with one of his many clients “Mr. Wayne, are you in?” she asked.
“You know Al, this will be her last year in this tournament before she ages out and needs to move up to the pro league.”
“I know Mike! Just to give everyone in the audience a reminder. Due to the technical difficulties earlier today, the final match has been postponed until next week. Today’s tickets will still get you in the door. Please see the box office for any questions.”
The ginger headed girl left the referee and walked over to her corner, spitting her mouth guard out and grabbing a drink. “See you boys next week.” she offered as she grabbed her towel and headed back to the locker rooms.
~~Day of the Finals~~
“Welcome back everyone! Get ready for the big showdown in between the fiery headed Robin and the cool silver headed Crystal.”
“Hold up Mike...I received word that no one has seen Robin, her coach is talking to the judges right now...what’s this? She hasn’t shown up at all? Then...sorry folks. It looks like this match has been forfeited!”
~Eight Years Later~
The sound of heels hitting the hard tile could be heard as a ginger headed woman walked into the lobby of Wayne Industries. She headed over to the receptionist’s desk and smiled. “Good Morning. My name is Robin Jones. I am here to see Mr. Wayne. Today is my first day and I have not received my security card.” After pulling out her license and showing it to the receptionist who also doubled as the first line of security, she received a “Temporary” badge that would give her access to the entire building.
With that, the 24 year old headed over to the elevator. She swiped the badge and hit the top floor. Once the elevator doors closed, 5’1 petite woman noticed the crystal clear reflection on the door, acting as a mirror. She smoothed out the black pencil skirt and pulled on the light pink blouse and the black cardigan to make sure that nothing was bunched up. Even with the 3” heels on, she was still lacking in height. As the elevator stopped and the door opened, she adjusted her purse, hanging from her shoulder and walked onto the floor.
The first thing she noticed was that this floor was pretty open. No cubicles and only a few doors on the opposite wall with a desk and some cabinets right outside of the central door. The rest of the floor had various tall tables and a few leather sectionals scattered about. As if, this is where all of the parties took place. As Robin walked over to the doors, she could tell that all three were closed and that none were slightly ajar. The lights were on, so she knew someone was in. After setting her purse down on the desk, she lightly knocked on the door. Quiet enough to not disturb him if he was on a call with one of his many clients “Mr. Wayne, are you in?” she asked.
