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Hands steepled together on fingertips, he leaned forward. The groan from the plush leather chair was the only noise in the room.
“So, does anyone have any ideas?”
The faces the question was aimed at, returned nothing but blank slates. Whether it was genuine unknowing or fear of suggesting something the Boss might not appreciate – was not known. Either way, there was no answer.
He stayed leaned forward, a signal that he was taking the lead on this issue.
“Just as I suspected. I’ve no idea why I still employ you. As usual, it will be my expert business acumen that will come to the rescue.”
Still, nothing from the ring of faces.
“You there. Go get me a muffin.”
The nondescript suited person that the Boss pointed at, hurriedly got to his feet and flew out of the door.
“Right. We are here because of my mind. It was I who dragged my teams to where they are today, and it will be I who keeps them there, at the top. Now, I have some ideas in regards to plans, and I want to know your thoughts.”
The horde of faces all nodded in unison.
The face that had been sent to grab a muffin burst through the door, red faced. He shuffled quickly to the Boss, and placed the plump muffin in front of him.
The Boss looked down at the bakery product, and said nothing. He simply gave one curt shake of his head, and the faces that ringed the enormous boardroom desk all massed together on the muffin-bringer. There were muffled noises, the window was opened, and then a swift movement saw the unlucky man hurled out of the window.
“I don’t like blueberry. Now, are we all ready?”
The mass all returned to their seats quickly.
The Boss stood up and began to walk around the desk ponderously, simultaneously speaking to them all and no one.
“KSE Group is at the pinnacle of sports entertainment. Colorado Rapids, the Avalanche in the NHL, the Nuggets in the NBA and the LA Rams in the NFL – they are all the biggest teams in their respective competitions. Thanks to KSE and our expert management of assets.”
No response from the men and women again, bar one woman at the back, who arced one eyebrow at this ludicrous statement.
She continued her silence though.
“Now, with our hunting channel showing all the glory of the kill, we stand on the precipice of the next level of evolution for our teams. How can we combine the two?”
He continued his slow lap around the furniture and faces.
“Look around you on the walls. Do these animals who have been bested by my rifle not instill in you the thrill of destroying a life? Do they not give you the first seeds of an idea?”
The faces matched the rhino, lion, tiger, bald eagle and giraffe heads that adorned the room. Blank.
“I propose to install half-time shows in all games for my clubs. These shows will capture the glamour of hunting animals or the team mascot in front of spectators. One lucky fan who will be drawn at random, will be handed a gun and an animal will be set loose on the pitch. If they kill the animal in one shot, then they get to take home the carcass as a trophy!”
He wheeled around and awaited a response.
The faces all clapped furiously, desperately trying to curry favour. The woman with the raised eyebrow refrained from clapping.
She instead raised her hand.
“Mr Kroenke, Sir.”
He turned to face her.
She stood up slowly.
“Sir, You have a fantastic record in business, and it has nothing at all to do with the fact you were given limitless funds from your wife’s family. You have not dragged your purchased teams lower than they have ever been and making the Rams switch states was a stroke of genius rather than a brainless idea which ignored fans wishes. You have fantastic business sense.”
Stan waited for her to continue.
“I think though, Sir, that bloodsport combining with ACTUAL sport, might just be a little…..barbaric?”
Gasps rang around the room. How dare she question this man? He is beyond reproach!!!!
Stan lowered his head. He then spoke.
“Mary. May I call you Mary?”
Her name was Stephanie.
“Mary, I respect your cojones. You are the only one in years that has spoken in open defiance to my genius ideas. You deserve my respect.”
Stephanie visibly relaxed, shoulders lowering and she let out a deep sigh.
“However, you are wrong.”
Instantly, her chair erupted, driving her straight up toward the ceiling, where she met the concrete with a wet noise. For a second, she stayed up there, until she crumpled to the floor.
“Now, any more objections?”
Not even the slightest movement from the rest of the room.
“Ok, so it is settled. KSE will move sports forward with this excellent idea. We will usher in a new dawn of sport! Hunting in a wonderful duet with sport! The crazed support will want nothing more than a show of blood and death! It is the next step for fans! It is the next step for us!!”
Applause, and whoops of joy. KSE, after starting their hunting channel and facing an enormous backlash, had decided to go full throttle instead of showing refrain.
After all, there is nothing money cannot do.
Sometimes the imagination is not too far away from reality, hope Gunnersaurus doesn’t read the article or he could be joining Sanchez, Ozil and Wilshere heading for the exit sign.
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