Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 19, 2012 20:41:17 GMT -6
Setting: Las Vegas, NV
Dramatis Personae.
Fiona Rourke. Current reigning and defending (sort of) UWL Tag Team Champion. Best known as: The Strong Style Pixie. Trying to adjust the cocktail dress she was coerced into wearing.
Jimmy Riley. Also current reigning and defending (sort of) UWL Tag Team Champion. Best known as: The Outlaw. Lookin' pretty GQ in a gray suit.
Madison Collins. Current reigning and defending (R)Evolution Dojo Minis Champion (she made that up). Best known as: The Daughter. Wearing her favorite pink dress.
Jonathan Collins. Current reigning and defending World Champion of the Unemployment Line. Best known as: BEST IN THE FUCKING WORLD, SON. Looking more like Rusty Ryan straight out of Ocean's Eleven than he'd like to admit (though not as much as he'd like to be).
The four slowly walk into the casino and hotel like they're trying not to be noticed, because they're not. Jonathan Collins glances back at the other two and grins before reaching into his wallet and handing a few bones to Jimmy.
"Get the girls some food, I'm gonna go do what we came here to do," Jonathan said.
"Yeah, but...are you sure he's here?" Riley asked.
"Sure as I can be without actually being sure. Listen, I know this guy. I go back close to a decade with him, and if there's one thing I know, it's that he's never been difficult to find. Just...give me a few. I'll smoke him out," Collins replied with a grin and a wink. "Besides, have I ever sent you astray?"
"Well, there was that whole thing about Knox--" said Fiona.
"Yeah, done done onto the next one."
"Drew Ash?" asked Jimmy.
"The one and only."
"Just get it done," Riley laughed, shaking his friends hand before a quick bump of the fists. With that, the quartet separated. Jimmy motioned for the two girls to follow him as Jonathan Collins walked into the casino. Trying to look discreet in this casino was easy to an extent. He was neither ridiculously old, nor was he wearing a lot of expensive jewelery that looked shockingly cheap. Taking a seat at a blackjack table, he laid $200 onto the table to exchange for chips. Sitting in his table, he grabbed a drink and got comfortable while the game started.
For a guy who strayed from many of the vices that bested even the most moral of men, Collins was surprisingly good at blackjack. He knew when to hold, when to hit, and even when to double down; a skill in which only people who professionally played blackjack knew how to do with any form of skill on a regular basis. In short, Collins may have lost a few, but he was taking this place to the cleaners. It was exactly why it attracted attention.
"Sir, we have a big winner on table sixteen," a person watching the cameras said.
"You think something's up?" the older gentlemen asked.
"Either that, or he's simply inhuman."
The man came over and looked as they zoomed in. On their little grayscale screen was Jonathan Collins, playing with his chips as he watched his hand.
"What the hell did I do to deserve this?" the well-dressed man asked the security guard. "He's clean, but...bring him up here."
Security in Vegas moved quick. It was faster than even the best ambulance, leaving Jonathan to wonder why his friend didn't just invest in pizza places that could promise quick delivery.
"Sir, we'd like you to come with us," said two men in black suits and dark glasses.
"My ride's here, folks," he said, gathering his chips.
The two men were not amused.
A few minutes later, Jon was in a fine suite in the hotel. This looked good enough for someone to live in, which just gave Jon a reason to think that someone was INDEED living in here. As he made himself comfortable, he motioned for one of the guys to get him a bottle of water.
"Oh, and if we can cash me out, that'd be swe--"
"Sir, remain calm. Mr. Frost will be with you momentarily," one of the guards said.
"You're salty. Rufus must like you," quipped Collins, giving him a wink.
"God dammit, I thought I told you I'm out of the business," said a voice from behind Jonathan, giving him a reason to turn around and give his old friend a grin.
"Even the best of us get dragged back. Look what happened to me, you old fucking dirtbag," he said, walking forward as he looked at Rufus for a moment.
"You're a horrible father. Aaron Ashton had you pegged," said Rufus flatly.
"How's it feel to be the only Frost that didn't cop a feel on Morgana?" Collins replied.
There was a brief pause, before...
"Jonathan! You son of a bitch, how are you? How's the tiny one?" Rufus asked, giving Collins a brotherly hug.
"Rufus!" Jon replied with a laugh and a return of the hug. "Madison's being home schooled ever since I decided to try this little return out. It's...been eventful."
"No shit, I heard you just walked out?"
"More like I decided it was time to move on," he told him. "I don't wanna talk about it. The past is not something I'm interested in. I'm curious about the present and future. First off...I heard you just came back into money. What the hell happened?" he asked his friend.
"Well, I'm not at liberty to say, but...let's just go with George Lucas really appreciating my work," Frost snickered.
"Well," he started with a grin. "How about we go into business?" Collins asked.
"You? A business man? Jon, you've done one thing in your life that you excelled at, and it was professional wrestling. Business doesn't seem like your strong suit," Rufus said. The response made Collins chuckle.
"Maybe not, but...pro wrestling is what this pertains to," Jon admitted, referring to the "one thing" Rufus said.
"The business is down, Jon. People aren't packing the buildings to the rafters," he told her. "How can you think this is a good idea for me?" he asked.
"Because you know that your money and my brain for this business can change it," he said with a little grin. "You know there aren't many minds as savvy as me when it comes to pro wrestling, Rufus. When people don't see the forest from the trees, I can. And I can take this business and make it better," he told him with a grin. "So give me a chance. Let's change the world, Rufus."
Rufus looked at his old friend. The two had always been tied to one another in professional wrestling, something even he knew. Rufus signed Jonathan Collins to NEW, he was the one who coached Jon and made him a better wrestler and a better person. With a smile, Frost offered his hand.
"Let's make history, Jon. I'll get the materials, you build me the biggest house in pro wrestling," Rufus said. Immediately, Collins shook his hand.
"Rufus, all too easy."
Jonathan grinned and gave Rufus Frost a small nod. This was the start of something great.
Dramatis Personae.
Fiona Rourke. Current reigning and defending (sort of) UWL Tag Team Champion. Best known as: The Strong Style Pixie. Trying to adjust the cocktail dress she was coerced into wearing.
Jimmy Riley. Also current reigning and defending (sort of) UWL Tag Team Champion. Best known as: The Outlaw. Lookin' pretty GQ in a gray suit.
Madison Collins. Current reigning and defending (R)Evolution Dojo Minis Champion (she made that up). Best known as: The Daughter. Wearing her favorite pink dress.
Jonathan Collins. Current reigning and defending World Champion of the Unemployment Line. Best known as: BEST IN THE FUCKING WORLD, SON. Looking more like Rusty Ryan straight out of Ocean's Eleven than he'd like to admit (though not as much as he'd like to be).
The four slowly walk into the casino and hotel like they're trying not to be noticed, because they're not. Jonathan Collins glances back at the other two and grins before reaching into his wallet and handing a few bones to Jimmy.
"Get the girls some food, I'm gonna go do what we came here to do," Jonathan said.
"Yeah, but...are you sure he's here?" Riley asked.
"Sure as I can be without actually being sure. Listen, I know this guy. I go back close to a decade with him, and if there's one thing I know, it's that he's never been difficult to find. Just...give me a few. I'll smoke him out," Collins replied with a grin and a wink. "Besides, have I ever sent you astray?"
"Well, there was that whole thing about Knox--" said Fiona.
"Yeah, done done onto the next one."
"Drew Ash?" asked Jimmy.
"The one and only."
"Just get it done," Riley laughed, shaking his friends hand before a quick bump of the fists. With that, the quartet separated. Jimmy motioned for the two girls to follow him as Jonathan Collins walked into the casino. Trying to look discreet in this casino was easy to an extent. He was neither ridiculously old, nor was he wearing a lot of expensive jewelery that looked shockingly cheap. Taking a seat at a blackjack table, he laid $200 onto the table to exchange for chips. Sitting in his table, he grabbed a drink and got comfortable while the game started.
For a guy who strayed from many of the vices that bested even the most moral of men, Collins was surprisingly good at blackjack. He knew when to hold, when to hit, and even when to double down; a skill in which only people who professionally played blackjack knew how to do with any form of skill on a regular basis. In short, Collins may have lost a few, but he was taking this place to the cleaners. It was exactly why it attracted attention.
"Sir, we have a big winner on table sixteen," a person watching the cameras said.
"You think something's up?" the older gentlemen asked.
"Either that, or he's simply inhuman."
The man came over and looked as they zoomed in. On their little grayscale screen was Jonathan Collins, playing with his chips as he watched his hand.
"What the hell did I do to deserve this?" the well-dressed man asked the security guard. "He's clean, but...bring him up here."
Security in Vegas moved quick. It was faster than even the best ambulance, leaving Jonathan to wonder why his friend didn't just invest in pizza places that could promise quick delivery.
"Sir, we'd like you to come with us," said two men in black suits and dark glasses.
"My ride's here, folks," he said, gathering his chips.
The two men were not amused.
A few minutes later, Jon was in a fine suite in the hotel. This looked good enough for someone to live in, which just gave Jon a reason to think that someone was INDEED living in here. As he made himself comfortable, he motioned for one of the guys to get him a bottle of water.
"Oh, and if we can cash me out, that'd be swe--"
"Sir, remain calm. Mr. Frost will be with you momentarily," one of the guards said.
"You're salty. Rufus must like you," quipped Collins, giving him a wink.
"God dammit, I thought I told you I'm out of the business," said a voice from behind Jonathan, giving him a reason to turn around and give his old friend a grin.
"Even the best of us get dragged back. Look what happened to me, you old fucking dirtbag," he said, walking forward as he looked at Rufus for a moment.
"You're a horrible father. Aaron Ashton had you pegged," said Rufus flatly.
"How's it feel to be the only Frost that didn't cop a feel on Morgana?" Collins replied.
There was a brief pause, before...
"Jonathan! You son of a bitch, how are you? How's the tiny one?" Rufus asked, giving Collins a brotherly hug.
"Rufus!" Jon replied with a laugh and a return of the hug. "Madison's being home schooled ever since I decided to try this little return out. It's...been eventful."
"No shit, I heard you just walked out?"
"More like I decided it was time to move on," he told him. "I don't wanna talk about it. The past is not something I'm interested in. I'm curious about the present and future. First off...I heard you just came back into money. What the hell happened?" he asked his friend.
"Well, I'm not at liberty to say, but...let's just go with George Lucas really appreciating my work," Frost snickered.
"Well," he started with a grin. "How about we go into business?" Collins asked.
"You? A business man? Jon, you've done one thing in your life that you excelled at, and it was professional wrestling. Business doesn't seem like your strong suit," Rufus said. The response made Collins chuckle.
"Maybe not, but...pro wrestling is what this pertains to," Jon admitted, referring to the "one thing" Rufus said.
"The business is down, Jon. People aren't packing the buildings to the rafters," he told her. "How can you think this is a good idea for me?" he asked.
"Because you know that your money and my brain for this business can change it," he said with a little grin. "You know there aren't many minds as savvy as me when it comes to pro wrestling, Rufus. When people don't see the forest from the trees, I can. And I can take this business and make it better," he told him with a grin. "So give me a chance. Let's change the world, Rufus."
Rufus looked at his old friend. The two had always been tied to one another in professional wrestling, something even he knew. Rufus signed Jonathan Collins to NEW, he was the one who coached Jon and made him a better wrestler and a better person. With a smile, Frost offered his hand.
"Let's make history, Jon. I'll get the materials, you build me the biggest house in pro wrestling," Rufus said. Immediately, Collins shook his hand.
"Rufus, all too easy."
Jonathan grinned and gave Rufus Frost a small nod. This was the start of something great.