Post by Alexander Daniels on Nov 20, 2019 10:01:06 GMT -5
“Well, what I think you need to realise is that if you want to get on board with this, I’m going to be the man running the show and you are going to need to take a back seat”
Alexander Daniels was leaning back in his chair. A new, top of the line leather chair that he bought to replace the worn one he found in the back office of Malikovs Microwaves. Cell phone to his ear, an irate sounding man was berating Daniels from the other end of the line. Daniels leans forward and picks up a baseball, beginning to throw it up in the air and catch it as the man of the phone continues to give him a tirade of abuse.
“Listen, you can give me all the pish you want to give me mate, frankly I don’t give a shit. You needed an investor, I invested. This shite was going down the pan until I came in and SAVED YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS! A LITTLE BIT OF GODDAMN RESPECT!”
It goes quiet. Daniels composes himself. The man on the other end of the phone hadn’t responded.
“As I said, I’m the majority stakeholder in this thing now. It’s my decision as majority stakeholder that I’m going to sell the business. It’s losing money, I’ve got an offer for waaaaay more than the business is worth because I’m a fucking genius and could sell sand to an arab. You’ll get a cut and then we are done.”
Daniels hangs up the phone and places it down on the desk.
“Always love a happy customer.”
It was 9:30am. Daniels was alone in the building. Stepan and his roommate hadn’t been seen or really heard of since their victory in their debut on Clash. It didn’t bother Daniels much. It was an alliance more than it was the beginning of a beautiful tag team relationship. A good alliance to have but not one that relied on both men being at each others beck and call.
Daniels stood up to have a walk around the back room of the store.
“The guy sure knows his microwaves, I’ll give him that” pondered Daniels as he examined rack after rack of equipment. The silence was peaceful. He hadn’t had that often since arriving in Vegas. Business commitments, sponsor shoots, training, wrestling, he felt he hadn’t really had a chance to breath and in this moment, he was appreciative of the time on his own. He missed Agnes though. She’d went back to Scotland, some kind of family issue, Daniels didn’t take too much notice but paid for her first class tickets home on the next available flight.
Hands behind his back, he sauntered towards the front of the shop. “That’s a big pile of receipts” he said out loud. A smirk on his face because he was alone and nobody was listening. He picked the pile up and flicked through them, sniffing the receipt paper.
“Might not be money but it smells the same”
His silence interuppted by his cell phone ringing once again. No rest for the wicked, he thought to himself. Withheld number.
“Finally. What’s the dealio?”
“Yeah, it’s done. Where’s my money?” replied a shaky voice on the other end of the phone.
“It’s always about money with you junkies, never about the bigger picture. Listen, how’d you like to double your payment?”
“Obviously, that buys me enough to last me the week”
“Meet me at Malikov microwaves, it’s just around the corner. I’m here now. There’s a ladder on the side of the building. It’s quiet round there so nobody should see you. Climb up the roof and wait for me there”
Daniels hung up the phone and made his way back into his office, the peace and quiet restored
.
Just before 10am, Daniels makes his way up the fire escape inside the building, heading towards the roof. He opens the huge fire exit door, a bit of elbow grease required to make it move. Sure enough it swings open and a sketchy looking guy is standing there. Hood up, sunglasses, the works. He doesn’t want to be seen.
“Wow. A crackhead who turns up early. You must really be tweaking” chuckled Daniels, watching the man as he trembled. He’d clearly not had his fix for a day or two.
“Shut up” the addict replied. “I want my money and then I want to know what else I got to do”
Daniels backhand slapped the man across the cheek. He fell to the floor, his feeble drug riddled legs unable to hold his weight. He hit the ground with a thud. Loud enough for Daniels to react to a voice from below the store.
“What was that?" said the voice.
“Sounds like it came from the roof. You go up and check it out, I’ll just be a minute”
Daniels recognised the voices. It was Stepan and Jerry. Daniels moved quickly. He grabbed the junkie by the collar and dragged him back into the fire escape, swinging the door shut. Just in time too. He heard footsteps on the roof seconds after he shut the door.
“Strange” said Jerry.
Daniels had his hand over the druggie’s mouth who had a terrified look in his eyes.
“Shhhhhhhhh” he whispered. “One move and I’ll kill you”
A minute later he heard Jerry going back down the ladders. He sat still for a minute or too before opening the door up and again and walking back out onto the roof, back against the wall. He made his way over towards the edge. He could see Jerry and Stepan walking away from the building. A quick look at his phone and a text from Stepan asking if he wanted to join them for pizza.
“Ok, it’s clear. You can come out”
The man walked back out onto the roof.
“What was that about?” he asked Alexander
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Daniels ignored him and had a look about the roof. The skylight in the middle wasn’t very good at letting light into the building. He’d noticed that a few times. He could just about see through. It was above a huge stackof cardboard boxes, Stepan had just been discarding them into a Mount Olympus sized pile that had no use to them at all. Well…..
“You still want that extra cash?”
“Obviously! Look at the fucking state of me you stupid English cunt!”
Daniels chuckled and took his wallet out of his pocket, beckoning the tweaking mess towards him. He pulled up a wad of 20 dollar bills. The crackhead’s eyes lit up. Daniels counted out 100, then 200, then 300.
“That’s……more than double…...what are you wanting me to do?”
Daniels counted out another 100 then tucked his wallet away. He rolled up the 400 dollars and stuck them inside the hoody pocket of the addict. He put his arm around his shoulder and walked him over to the skylight.
“Truth be told, I want you to be part of my bigger picture. You could be crucial. This is going to be the second step. You helped with the first but that hasn’t come to fruition yet. This’ll be the last time you see or hear from me. You won’t contact me, you won’t talk to anyone about or dealings or what happens here. If you do and I’m implicated, I know where you live. I’ll come to your house and I will fuck you up. Do you understand, bawbag?”
The junkie went quiet and nodded his head. He’d just scored 400 dollars. He was on board.
“Good. Then you’re going to make a little trip. Oh, and by the way, don’t ever call me English again you stupid drugged up waste of spunk!”
Daniels kicked the man in the groin. He cried out in pain. Daniels hoisted him up, positioned him beside the skylight and set him up. A huge powerbomb.
CRASHHHHHHHH!
Right through the glass, down onto the pile of cardboard boxes which broke his fall surprisingly well but not even to keep him conscious. The man lay in a heap, some blood, glass all around him and most importantly, 400 dollars in his pocket. Daniels wiped his hands and returned into the building through the fire escape. He walked over, methodically and slowly towards the room with the boxes in it. Turning the handle, he walked inside. Still unconcious. Ideal.
He took his cellphone out of his pocket and headed towards the front of the store. He dialled a 3- digit number on his cell phone but decided against pressing call. Phone back into his silk lined pants, he left the building, locking the door behind him as he did.
EVENING - 11pm
Daniels phoned Stepan. No answer. Perfect he thought, he must be asleep. Daniels dialled the 3-digit number again and hit call.
“911, what’s your emergency?” a woman answered.
In his best southern accent, Daniels said “Ma’am, I have just seen a mayun climb onto the roof of Malikov Microwaves and a hyuge sound of shattering glahuss”
NEXT DAY – 9am
Daniels had managed to get a hold of Malikov. Both men, minus Jerry, were standing looking up at the shattered skylight and the mess in the box room.
“Looks like it was some cokehead trying to break in and make a quick buck. Police didn’t find anyone here when they got here” said Stepan.
“This town is a fucking disgrace. Here we are, two self made men trying to make our way in this shithole of a place and less than 2 weeks after opening we’re having to deal with some drugged up fuck trying to break in. I’m going to go down to city hall later, have a personal word with the city planning department and see what we can’t do to beef up security around this place” said Daniels.
Stepan nodded in agreement, still clearly saddended that somebody would want to rob his lifes work to this point. “We even had some idiot leave a box of dead rats at our apartment door. Place is fuuuuuucked!”
“Listen, I know it’s not ideal timing but we need to strategise on our match next week. Week one was easy but these FemBots(?), is that right? They won’t be as easy”
“It’s FemDoms actually” replied Stepan “but you’re right, they won’t be. Jerry and myself watched some tape of them yesterday. They’re a tough unit”
“Sounds like I’d better see these tapes” said Daniels
LUNCHTIME - 12pm
“Ok, 3 hours of tapes watched, I think we’ve got a solid strategy down. We are more than comfortable taking these guys on. We’ve just got to stick to the plan. You do what we discussed, I’ll do what we discussed and we’ll be 2-0 in AW. Then, we can move forward and get ourselves some singles matches. Me in your corner, you in mine” proclaimed Daniels as he put his sunglasses on. They’d just stepped out of the building into the bright desert sunshine.
“Oh yeah. As bruising as these bitches be, they ain’t got nothing on this dream team right here” Stepan responded, gesturing between himself and Daniels.
“Yeah buddy! Ok, you do you at the store today. I’m going down to City Hall now to discuss last nights shenanigans and see what I can do about making it a bit safer. I’ll catch up with you later”
CITY HALL – 3pm
“Yeah, listen it’s been good speaking to you my man. If you could try and get a hold of the FemDoms for me that would be great. I wanna see where they sit on the idea. It’s a win-win for them really so hopefully they feel the same” said Daniels, once again on his cellphone while he waited outside the planning office in City Hall.
“Alexander Daniels?” a voice said, a head poking out from the office door.
“Yup, ok, I’ve gotta go, I’ll talk to you later” Daniels hung up the phone, stood up and adjusted his customer 3 piece suit, of course from Slaters Menswear and extended a hand to the gentleman.
“Well come on in”
Daniels walked into the office. It reaked of BO and takeout food. The man, a mildly overweight gentleman wearing a suit 2 sizes too big for him sat down behind his desk and gestured for Daniels to take a seat opposite him, which he did.
“So what can I do for you today Mr Daniels?”
“I’m so glad you asked Sir. You see, I’m co-owner of Malikov Microwaves, just on the edge of the strip. I assume you’ve heard of us.”
“Of course, fantastic offers you guys have down there!”
“I’m so glad you think so, you look like you'd be one of our customers! Anyway, we had a situation last night where we had a break in. A skylight was broken but it doesn’t look like anything was taken. I want to look at increasing our security.
"
A long discussion initiates between the planner and Daniels. An hour or so later;
“So yeah, we can do all of that but it can only be done in your name as owner of the building. Mr Malikov doesn’t have the most ideal of backgrounds and these upgrades just can’t happen if his name is on the lease” said the planner.
“Ok, that shouldn’t be a problem. Let me give him a call and I’ll make another appointment to finalize this” said Daniels, shaking hands and leaving the building, heading back to his car.
Cellphone out again, he calls Stepan, leaning against his car and enjoying the sunshine.
Voicemail. Ideal.
“Stepan, it’s Alexander. Just been in to City Hall. It went well, very well actually. We do need to have a serious discussion though. The only way it’s going to work is if I buy the building outright from you. Call me back”
Daniels hung up the phone and smiled.
“That’s a go for Step 3………”
Alexander Daniels was leaning back in his chair. A new, top of the line leather chair that he bought to replace the worn one he found in the back office of Malikovs Microwaves. Cell phone to his ear, an irate sounding man was berating Daniels from the other end of the line. Daniels leans forward and picks up a baseball, beginning to throw it up in the air and catch it as the man of the phone continues to give him a tirade of abuse.
“Listen, you can give me all the pish you want to give me mate, frankly I don’t give a shit. You needed an investor, I invested. This shite was going down the pan until I came in and SAVED YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS! A LITTLE BIT OF GODDAMN RESPECT!”
It goes quiet. Daniels composes himself. The man on the other end of the phone hadn’t responded.
“As I said, I’m the majority stakeholder in this thing now. It’s my decision as majority stakeholder that I’m going to sell the business. It’s losing money, I’ve got an offer for waaaaay more than the business is worth because I’m a fucking genius and could sell sand to an arab. You’ll get a cut and then we are done.”
Daniels hangs up the phone and places it down on the desk.
“Always love a happy customer.”
It was 9:30am. Daniels was alone in the building. Stepan and his roommate hadn’t been seen or really heard of since their victory in their debut on Clash. It didn’t bother Daniels much. It was an alliance more than it was the beginning of a beautiful tag team relationship. A good alliance to have but not one that relied on both men being at each others beck and call.
Daniels stood up to have a walk around the back room of the store.
“The guy sure knows his microwaves, I’ll give him that” pondered Daniels as he examined rack after rack of equipment. The silence was peaceful. He hadn’t had that often since arriving in Vegas. Business commitments, sponsor shoots, training, wrestling, he felt he hadn’t really had a chance to breath and in this moment, he was appreciative of the time on his own. He missed Agnes though. She’d went back to Scotland, some kind of family issue, Daniels didn’t take too much notice but paid for her first class tickets home on the next available flight.
Hands behind his back, he sauntered towards the front of the shop. “That’s a big pile of receipts” he said out loud. A smirk on his face because he was alone and nobody was listening. He picked the pile up and flicked through them, sniffing the receipt paper.
“Might not be money but it smells the same”
His silence interuppted by his cell phone ringing once again. No rest for the wicked, he thought to himself. Withheld number.
“Finally. What’s the dealio?”
“Yeah, it’s done. Where’s my money?” replied a shaky voice on the other end of the phone.
“It’s always about money with you junkies, never about the bigger picture. Listen, how’d you like to double your payment?”
“Obviously, that buys me enough to last me the week”
“Meet me at Malikov microwaves, it’s just around the corner. I’m here now. There’s a ladder on the side of the building. It’s quiet round there so nobody should see you. Climb up the roof and wait for me there”
Daniels hung up the phone and made his way back into his office, the peace and quiet restored
.
Just before 10am, Daniels makes his way up the fire escape inside the building, heading towards the roof. He opens the huge fire exit door, a bit of elbow grease required to make it move. Sure enough it swings open and a sketchy looking guy is standing there. Hood up, sunglasses, the works. He doesn’t want to be seen.
“Wow. A crackhead who turns up early. You must really be tweaking” chuckled Daniels, watching the man as he trembled. He’d clearly not had his fix for a day or two.
“Shut up” the addict replied. “I want my money and then I want to know what else I got to do”
Daniels backhand slapped the man across the cheek. He fell to the floor, his feeble drug riddled legs unable to hold his weight. He hit the ground with a thud. Loud enough for Daniels to react to a voice from below the store.
“What was that?" said the voice.
“Sounds like it came from the roof. You go up and check it out, I’ll just be a minute”
Daniels recognised the voices. It was Stepan and Jerry. Daniels moved quickly. He grabbed the junkie by the collar and dragged him back into the fire escape, swinging the door shut. Just in time too. He heard footsteps on the roof seconds after he shut the door.
“Strange” said Jerry.
Daniels had his hand over the druggie’s mouth who had a terrified look in his eyes.
“Shhhhhhhhh” he whispered. “One move and I’ll kill you”
A minute later he heard Jerry going back down the ladders. He sat still for a minute or too before opening the door up and again and walking back out onto the roof, back against the wall. He made his way over towards the edge. He could see Jerry and Stepan walking away from the building. A quick look at his phone and a text from Stepan asking if he wanted to join them for pizza.
“Ok, it’s clear. You can come out”
The man walked back out onto the roof.
“What was that about?” he asked Alexander
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Daniels ignored him and had a look about the roof. The skylight in the middle wasn’t very good at letting light into the building. He’d noticed that a few times. He could just about see through. It was above a huge stackof cardboard boxes, Stepan had just been discarding them into a Mount Olympus sized pile that had no use to them at all. Well…..
“You still want that extra cash?”
“Obviously! Look at the fucking state of me you stupid English cunt!”
Daniels chuckled and took his wallet out of his pocket, beckoning the tweaking mess towards him. He pulled up a wad of 20 dollar bills. The crackhead’s eyes lit up. Daniels counted out 100, then 200, then 300.
“That’s……more than double…...what are you wanting me to do?”
Daniels counted out another 100 then tucked his wallet away. He rolled up the 400 dollars and stuck them inside the hoody pocket of the addict. He put his arm around his shoulder and walked him over to the skylight.
“Truth be told, I want you to be part of my bigger picture. You could be crucial. This is going to be the second step. You helped with the first but that hasn’t come to fruition yet. This’ll be the last time you see or hear from me. You won’t contact me, you won’t talk to anyone about or dealings or what happens here. If you do and I’m implicated, I know where you live. I’ll come to your house and I will fuck you up. Do you understand, bawbag?”
The junkie went quiet and nodded his head. He’d just scored 400 dollars. He was on board.
“Good. Then you’re going to make a little trip. Oh, and by the way, don’t ever call me English again you stupid drugged up waste of spunk!”
Daniels kicked the man in the groin. He cried out in pain. Daniels hoisted him up, positioned him beside the skylight and set him up. A huge powerbomb.
CRASHHHHHHHH!
Right through the glass, down onto the pile of cardboard boxes which broke his fall surprisingly well but not even to keep him conscious. The man lay in a heap, some blood, glass all around him and most importantly, 400 dollars in his pocket. Daniels wiped his hands and returned into the building through the fire escape. He walked over, methodically and slowly towards the room with the boxes in it. Turning the handle, he walked inside. Still unconcious. Ideal.
He took his cellphone out of his pocket and headed towards the front of the store. He dialled a 3- digit number on his cell phone but decided against pressing call. Phone back into his silk lined pants, he left the building, locking the door behind him as he did.
EVENING - 11pm
Daniels phoned Stepan. No answer. Perfect he thought, he must be asleep. Daniels dialled the 3-digit number again and hit call.
“911, what’s your emergency?” a woman answered.
In his best southern accent, Daniels said “Ma’am, I have just seen a mayun climb onto the roof of Malikov Microwaves and a hyuge sound of shattering glahuss”
NEXT DAY – 9am
Daniels had managed to get a hold of Malikov. Both men, minus Jerry, were standing looking up at the shattered skylight and the mess in the box room.
“Looks like it was some cokehead trying to break in and make a quick buck. Police didn’t find anyone here when they got here” said Stepan.
“This town is a fucking disgrace. Here we are, two self made men trying to make our way in this shithole of a place and less than 2 weeks after opening we’re having to deal with some drugged up fuck trying to break in. I’m going to go down to city hall later, have a personal word with the city planning department and see what we can’t do to beef up security around this place” said Daniels.
Stepan nodded in agreement, still clearly saddended that somebody would want to rob his lifes work to this point. “We even had some idiot leave a box of dead rats at our apartment door. Place is fuuuuuucked!”
“Listen, I know it’s not ideal timing but we need to strategise on our match next week. Week one was easy but these FemBots(?), is that right? They won’t be as easy”
“It’s FemDoms actually” replied Stepan “but you’re right, they won’t be. Jerry and myself watched some tape of them yesterday. They’re a tough unit”
“Sounds like I’d better see these tapes” said Daniels
LUNCHTIME - 12pm
“Ok, 3 hours of tapes watched, I think we’ve got a solid strategy down. We are more than comfortable taking these guys on. We’ve just got to stick to the plan. You do what we discussed, I’ll do what we discussed and we’ll be 2-0 in AW. Then, we can move forward and get ourselves some singles matches. Me in your corner, you in mine” proclaimed Daniels as he put his sunglasses on. They’d just stepped out of the building into the bright desert sunshine.
“Oh yeah. As bruising as these bitches be, they ain’t got nothing on this dream team right here” Stepan responded, gesturing between himself and Daniels.
“Yeah buddy! Ok, you do you at the store today. I’m going down to City Hall now to discuss last nights shenanigans and see what I can do about making it a bit safer. I’ll catch up with you later”
CITY HALL – 3pm
“Yeah, listen it’s been good speaking to you my man. If you could try and get a hold of the FemDoms for me that would be great. I wanna see where they sit on the idea. It’s a win-win for them really so hopefully they feel the same” said Daniels, once again on his cellphone while he waited outside the planning office in City Hall.
“Alexander Daniels?” a voice said, a head poking out from the office door.
“Yup, ok, I’ve gotta go, I’ll talk to you later” Daniels hung up the phone, stood up and adjusted his customer 3 piece suit, of course from Slaters Menswear and extended a hand to the gentleman.
“Well come on in”
Daniels walked into the office. It reaked of BO and takeout food. The man, a mildly overweight gentleman wearing a suit 2 sizes too big for him sat down behind his desk and gestured for Daniels to take a seat opposite him, which he did.
“So what can I do for you today Mr Daniels?”
“I’m so glad you asked Sir. You see, I’m co-owner of Malikov Microwaves, just on the edge of the strip. I assume you’ve heard of us.”
“Of course, fantastic offers you guys have down there!”
“I’m so glad you think so, you look like you'd be one of our customers! Anyway, we had a situation last night where we had a break in. A skylight was broken but it doesn’t look like anything was taken. I want to look at increasing our security.
"
A long discussion initiates between the planner and Daniels. An hour or so later;
“So yeah, we can do all of that but it can only be done in your name as owner of the building. Mr Malikov doesn’t have the most ideal of backgrounds and these upgrades just can’t happen if his name is on the lease” said the planner.
“Ok, that shouldn’t be a problem. Let me give him a call and I’ll make another appointment to finalize this” said Daniels, shaking hands and leaving the building, heading back to his car.
Cellphone out again, he calls Stepan, leaning against his car and enjoying the sunshine.
Voicemail. Ideal.
“Stepan, it’s Alexander. Just been in to City Hall. It went well, very well actually. We do need to have a serious discussion though. The only way it’s going to work is if I buy the building outright from you. Call me back”
Daniels hung up the phone and smiled.
“That’s a go for Step 3………”