So this is Vegas.....
Nov 8, 2019 11:07:15 GMT -5
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Post by Alexander Daniels on Nov 8, 2019 11:07:15 GMT -5
The Vegas strip. Mid-afternoon. Sun is shining and it's pleasant. A black sedan pulls up to the kerb and stops. The man in the back seat throws some money at the driver, doesn't even bother to count it, just tosses it and tells him to keep the change. He grabs his bag from the seat beside him and opens the door into the wilderness of Vegas. It's a substantial change from what he's used to. It's not raining, mainly. The sun causes him to shield his eyes with his hand. Reaching into the inside of his cream, linen jacket he pulls out a pair of top of the line Ray Bans and presses them over his eyes, adjusting them with his middle finger. The driver appears at the side of the car as both of the man's feet hit the floor and lift his body up and out of the car.
"Will there be anything else, Mr Daniels?"
The man does a slow turn, taking in all that strip has to offer. The lights, the noise, the sound of casinos taking every last penny from everyone that steps into them. He looks at the driver.
"Take my bags to wherever they told you. Text me a copy of the address and I'll make my own way there later. I'm going to check out what this dump has to offer. First impression is it's a shitehole but I'd say the same about most American towns."
The driver nods his head in a "very good, sir" type of manner and departs. The man left standing on the kerb. He takes a deep breath in and pulls out his phone for a quick check on Twitter. His thumb passing by tweets for the newest innovation in fruit squeezing, exercise regimes and the latest Trump fuck up. Then he spots something.
"Imagine having so little going on in your life that you're tweeting about being the longest reigning champion in a division that's got about 6 people in it, for fuck sake. These helmets haven't got a fucking clue!"
Daniels pockets his phone and starts to slowly stride down the strip. The air of confidence surrounds him. His chest his puffed out, his sunglasses reflecting the light from the sun as he takes in what Vegas has to offer.
Nothing.
Vegas has nothing to offer him. Nothing he doesn't already have anyway.
He's got money, not super wealthy but enough that he could drop his life in Glasgow, Scotland and fly out the Vegas on a whim thanks to one phone call. Well, a phone call and hefty increase in his pay packet.
Another tweet alerts him to his phone.
"A manly colour. Tsk"
Hours later, outside Action Wrestling headquarters
Daniels has had enough of the strip, probably for a lifetime. He's wandered his way along, feeling sick and repulsed at the sites of Vegas. The people are either unclean or wearing clothing that doesn't fit them with things like Juicy written across the ass. Filthy.
The headquarters of Action Wrestling loom before him. The phone call was to make him the newest member of their active roster. That was a week ago and now he's arrived. He crosses the street and pushes the door to the building open. It's your usual corporate affair. People being paid too much walking about in suits that they'd sell their grandma to buy. CBS guys walking about, trying to look busy inbetween another pointless interview with some talentless hack that shouldn't be remotely near an AW card. He scans down the floor plan, top offices for the top dogs, nothing new and nothing unexpected. The guys with the biggest pay packets get the biggest offices to make up for their other inferior elements. Daniels chuckles to himself before hearing a voice from behind him.
"Can I help you? You look lost"
Daniels turns around. Unsurprisingly it's a receptionist, sitting behind her computer while the phone rings and rings. Living up to the sterotypes so far, thought Daniels.
"Far from it sweetheart, I'm exactly where I'm meant to be"
"Don't call me sweetheart" she snapped back, "I don't know you from Adam"
"Intersting phrasing. I'm not so keen on the whole Adam and Eve thing. Imagine, just imagine, that at one point they had to shag each other"
The receptionist went quiet and gave Daniels a look that suggested she was thinking something along the lines of "what the fuck dude?"
"And then, for the world to get bigger, like it is now, they must have kids and then shagged their own kids!"
She'd heard enough. She wasn't used to hearing someone talk about the Holy book that way and certainly not coming from the frame and voice of a man like Daniels. She'd need to get used to it.
"I'm Alexander Daniels. I'm here to formally sign my contract that had been sent through by some bigwig whoe flew me over real nice, had me driven about and even set up an apartment for me. In case you're still confused, that means I'm the next big fucking ticket in this town!"
"Take a seat" she said, now considerably more sheepish than she was at the beginning of the conversation.
Daniels lowers his sunglasses, takes a packet of chewing gum from his pocket and empties 2 pieces into his mouth. He winks at the now bashful receptionist and takes a seat. He takes the gum from his mouth, barely chewed and covered in saliva before pressing it into the seat next to him.
"I....I'm sorry Mr Daniels but I don't have you down for a meeting today...."
Daniels sniggered, removing the sunglasses and tucking them back safely inside his jacket.
"Oh, I'm fully aware darling. I'm just here to see what the patters like"
She looks at him confused. Daniels leans back into the seat, a plush sofa to be precise and crosses his right leg over his left.
Time to watch the world go by.......
"Will there be anything else, Mr Daniels?"
The man does a slow turn, taking in all that strip has to offer. The lights, the noise, the sound of casinos taking every last penny from everyone that steps into them. He looks at the driver.
"Take my bags to wherever they told you. Text me a copy of the address and I'll make my own way there later. I'm going to check out what this dump has to offer. First impression is it's a shitehole but I'd say the same about most American towns."
The driver nods his head in a "very good, sir" type of manner and departs. The man left standing on the kerb. He takes a deep breath in and pulls out his phone for a quick check on Twitter. His thumb passing by tweets for the newest innovation in fruit squeezing, exercise regimes and the latest Trump fuck up. Then he spots something.
"Imagine having so little going on in your life that you're tweeting about being the longest reigning champion in a division that's got about 6 people in it, for fuck sake. These helmets haven't got a fucking clue!"
Daniels pockets his phone and starts to slowly stride down the strip. The air of confidence surrounds him. His chest his puffed out, his sunglasses reflecting the light from the sun as he takes in what Vegas has to offer.
Nothing.
Vegas has nothing to offer him. Nothing he doesn't already have anyway.
He's got money, not super wealthy but enough that he could drop his life in Glasgow, Scotland and fly out the Vegas on a whim thanks to one phone call. Well, a phone call and hefty increase in his pay packet.
Another tweet alerts him to his phone.
"A manly colour. Tsk"
Hours later, outside Action Wrestling headquarters
Daniels has had enough of the strip, probably for a lifetime. He's wandered his way along, feeling sick and repulsed at the sites of Vegas. The people are either unclean or wearing clothing that doesn't fit them with things like Juicy written across the ass. Filthy.
The headquarters of Action Wrestling loom before him. The phone call was to make him the newest member of their active roster. That was a week ago and now he's arrived. He crosses the street and pushes the door to the building open. It's your usual corporate affair. People being paid too much walking about in suits that they'd sell their grandma to buy. CBS guys walking about, trying to look busy inbetween another pointless interview with some talentless hack that shouldn't be remotely near an AW card. He scans down the floor plan, top offices for the top dogs, nothing new and nothing unexpected. The guys with the biggest pay packets get the biggest offices to make up for their other inferior elements. Daniels chuckles to himself before hearing a voice from behind him.
"Can I help you? You look lost"
Daniels turns around. Unsurprisingly it's a receptionist, sitting behind her computer while the phone rings and rings. Living up to the sterotypes so far, thought Daniels.
"Far from it sweetheart, I'm exactly where I'm meant to be"
"Don't call me sweetheart" she snapped back, "I don't know you from Adam"
"Intersting phrasing. I'm not so keen on the whole Adam and Eve thing. Imagine, just imagine, that at one point they had to shag each other"
The receptionist went quiet and gave Daniels a look that suggested she was thinking something along the lines of "what the fuck dude?"
"And then, for the world to get bigger, like it is now, they must have kids and then shagged their own kids!"
She'd heard enough. She wasn't used to hearing someone talk about the Holy book that way and certainly not coming from the frame and voice of a man like Daniels. She'd need to get used to it.
"I'm Alexander Daniels. I'm here to formally sign my contract that had been sent through by some bigwig whoe flew me over real nice, had me driven about and even set up an apartment for me. In case you're still confused, that means I'm the next big fucking ticket in this town!"
"Take a seat" she said, now considerably more sheepish than she was at the beginning of the conversation.
Daniels lowers his sunglasses, takes a packet of chewing gum from his pocket and empties 2 pieces into his mouth. He winks at the now bashful receptionist and takes a seat. He takes the gum from his mouth, barely chewed and covered in saliva before pressing it into the seat next to him.
"I....I'm sorry Mr Daniels but I don't have you down for a meeting today...."
Daniels sniggered, removing the sunglasses and tucking them back safely inside his jacket.
"Oh, I'm fully aware darling. I'm just here to see what the patters like"
She looks at him confused. Daniels leans back into the seat, a plush sofa to be precise and crosses his right leg over his left.
Time to watch the world go by.......