NPC DM
Character
Location: Coruscant, Galaxy Arena
With a cigar stuck on the corner of his mouth, Otto Benjie continued to observe his new look arena from above. Smoke obscured his vision as he took a deep breath and walked towards his desk. He sighed seeing the large stacks of paper on the wooden table, bills, all of them were fracking bills that Otto was late on. With many of Pay Per View events failing due to poor quality fights, and fighters bailing at him at the last second, Otto was left with virtually no credits. He had to take out loans which destroyed his credit and it added to debt he was in. Otto had to think big tonight, he needed as many eyeballs on the Holotv and stuff this rented, rusted, tin can of an arena with paying customers.
Problem was, despite being filled with billions of people, the lower levels of Coruscant always craved different thrills. With a reputation like Otto's which that of broken promises and underwhelming fight cards, it was going to be tough to sell his fights to anyone. "There has to be something I can do!" Otto pushed the bills all over the floor. "I need to see who is on board tonight! Where the frack are my fighters?! I need backstage interviewers too!"
Kyna Ovoll