Post by Action Reel on Dec 3, 2018 16:10:47 GMT -5
Superstars In Vegas Segment
It's later afternoon in Vegas. The crowds are shifting from one spot to the next, the lights are making the barely darkening streets represent the glow of the day. Near the Las Vegas Arena, two familiar faces are seen by a now extremely popular food truck.
Jaice Wilds: I'm telling you, the guy is amazing. I've stopped at his truck since he poured curry on four other guys in the ring…
Kennedy Matthews: Wait, that actually happened? I thought it was a publicity stunt!!
Jaice Wilds: Oh, it was great. And it smelled delicious, so I obviously had to go try the food.
Super Spicy Jr: AYE YI YI YI!! Two orders curry to go!! For the Mr Wild Man!!
Wilds turns, grabbing the bowls of curry. He hands one to Kennedy, turning back and dropping a twenty on the counter before they stroll off. Spicy seems like he's hit the lotto as he holds the twenty up, dancing a bit. Wilds and Kennedy stroll through the area until they come to a bench, sitting down as they way their meals.
Jaice Wilds: So you're telling me your entire family has been in the industry? I suppose that means I am in the presence of wrestling royalty, then.
Kennedy blushes, then chuckles.
Kennedy Matthews: Feel free to bow.
They both laugh, Wilds stretching his arms and bowing at the waist in his seat.
Jaice Wilds: Why of course, your majesty.
Matthews playfully shoves at Wilds’ shoulder, the two laughing. At that moment, AW's resident shit starter walks up from a small group along the sidewalk.
John Frost: Well, if it ain't the border jumpin’ bean and his bone-thin piece of ass. Looks like you're having a nice going away dinner. ICE finally catch up with your ass, Carlos?
Wilds stands, coming nose-to-... well, more around chest… to the behemoth. He glares into the big man's face, barely holding his half-eaten bowl of curry.
Jaice Wilds: Do yourself a favor, you overgrown tumor. Walk. Away.
Kennedy Matthews: Jaice, let's just…
John Frost: Hold on, little lady. Sounds like Mowgli here might have something other than my dick in his throat.
Wilds balls his free hand, never taking his eyes from John's.
Jaice Wilds: Look here, boy. I don't care what prisons you went to for your gay orgies. And I could give a fuck less about which actual star you're blowing right now to regain some relevance in the business. Talk to me or Kennedy like that again, and I will kick your teeth straight down your thick cock gobblin’ neck. Do we have an understanding??
Frost balls both fists, touching them together.
John Frost: Boy, I will fuck your LIFE up right now. Do you understand THAT?
Matthews stands, a hand over Wilds’ chest.
Kennedy Matthews: Didn't you tell that Claire chick that you weren't actually signed to AW? You can't fight Jaice right now.
John Frost: Funny. I don't see any Action Wrestling officials around.
Jaice Wilds: True. And I don't see a ring anywhere, either. Looks like I can beat your ass freely right abo…
TFK: Frost!! There you are.
Thaddeus walks briskly up to the scene, a fine tailored suit. He stands just behind John, scoffing.
TFK: Really, John? This is why you walked off? How many times do I have to tell you that natives are off limits?? You know Cheif Powhatan will have you sent to Guantanamo if you touch him.
John Frost: Because jail scares me. Come on.
Jaice Wilds: Watch the way your gums flap, Thad. Just because I'm trying to reserve a modicum of respect for who you were, doesn’t mean I won't put you down right by your pet here.
TFK: Child, you will not lay a hand on me outside the confines of a sanctioned match. Furthermore, you don't have the skills to take me in such a match, so hold your tongue.
Wilds seems to almost glare at TFK and Frost simultaneously. TFK pats Frost’s shoulder, starting off.
TFK: Let's go, Johnathon. We only have a few hours before Clash and I'd like to play a few rounds of craps.
Frost chuckles, unballing his fists. He raises his hands in sarcastic surrender… then tips Jaice's bowl of curry. He turns and starts away, Wilds grabbing the bowl and reeling back. Kennedy grabs his free hand, bringing Wilds’ attention off Frost for the first time since his arrival.
Kennedy Matthews: He's not worth it, Jaice. He’s really not. Come on.
Wilds breathes in deeply as Kennedy pulls him back to the bench, talking him down as the former US Champion and his bodyguard stroll off to some casino.