Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 13:00:03 GMT -5
Sunday, March 22
7:45 PM
Riker's Bar & Grill
Las Vegas, NV
"What are we doing here?" A nervous man with a beak shaped nose looks up at what appears to be a bar that has seen better days. It is on the outskirts of the Vegas strip. The outside is run down, the neon on the sign is burnt out in some places and in front is a long line of Harley's. The man beside him smiles and pats him on the back.
"We're here to see a woman."
The men in question are none other than ODDBALL and newly appointed head of the Hardcore Division in Wrestletown, IAN ECHO. It is obvious that Ian is antsy about going anywhere with Oddball given his bad experiences with both Jack and Radek.
"A woman?" Oddball doesn't wait for him and immediately goes to the heavy wooden door and wretches it open. The smell of stale beer and Body-odour assault their senses immediately and Ian's face screws up into one of disgust. The bar is full of man clad in leather jackets. Some are playing pool, while others are taking up the available spots around the bar. There are a few women in the place. Mostly dried up middle-aged women looking for a good time, except for one. Near the back is a dart board and beside it a dark haired Asian beauty turns as she pulls the darts out. She walks back to where a man is shaking his head.
"Damn girl. You have perfect aim. You win again."
She smiles and opens her palm to him where he slaps down a couple twenties. Nodding at him, she turns, stuffing the money into the back pocket of her jeans. Ian looks over to see that Oddball is staring intently at the woman, his mouth open in awe. Ian nudges him a little.
"What... oh... ya right... sorry..." He clears his throat. "Follow me." Oddball walks directly to the woman. "I heard you were the best in this place." Laila nods without even looking at him.
"It's twenty to play." She responds, seemingly bored.
"Alright but, if my friend here beats you... you agree to talk to us... about something else."
She looks up, raising a perfect dark eyebrow. "If you're looking for that kind of entertainment gentleman, there are at least a dozen strip-clubs in this area. Not to mention that you can simply drive down the main strip and find the company you want. I just play darts."
"No. You're a wrestler."
She smirks. "Not anymore boys. So you gunna play or are you just going to continue to stare at my ass?"
Ian tries to hide his smirk.
"Ian's good." Oddball assures her. He turns back to Ian. "Give her a twenty."
"What? This was your idea. Why don't you pay for something? I have done nothing but drain my bank account on this excursion you've taken us on. Besides that Oddball, how could THAT woman be hardcore division material?"
Oddball smiles. "Trust me man, she is."
With a sigh, Ian pulls out his wallet and pulls out what seems to be his last twenty. She takes it, puts in with the others they had seen her get earlier. "You gunna retrieve your darts kid?" She says. Ian gives Oddball a glare before walking over to the board. He manages to find the darts when he hears Oddball say. "Did it hurt?"
Ian immediately face-palms. He was travelling with the world's biggest horn-dog and it had nearly gotten them killed yesterday too. The woman once again raises an eyebrow at him. "You expect that line to work on me?"
"What? It's my best line..."
The woman shakes her head and without looking, she throws a dart. It whizzes right by Ian, so close he actually feels it touch his nose, but it lands with dead accuracy in the center of the board.
"I don't like wasting my time here so just say what you came to say."
Oddball takes a deep breath but Ian steps in quickly. "I'm Ian Echo. I am head of the hardcore division in a new company opening in Holston, Pennsylvania. Wrestletown. I don't suppose you've heard of it?"
"Nope." She throws another dart. It lands in the wall beside his head.
"I've been told that this is your kinda thing."
"Maybe."
"You are Laila right?" Oddball asks and Ian glares at him, upset that he didn't bother to check out this information before just assaulting the woman.
"Yup."
"You don't say much do you?" Ian asks.
"This is Laila Arshad Ian. She doesn't need to say much with words she does it all with her fists... and some weapons too. Isn't' that right?"
"It used to be but I left that business 8 months ago."
"It could be a reality again." Oddball says. He takes a step forward and once again, she throws one of her last two darts and it lands in Ian's thigh. He lets out a cry of pain.
"Take a step closer and this one..." She holds up her remaining dart. "It goes right in his eye."
Ian collapses to the floor and pulls out the dart, whimpering a little in the process.
"Okay fine." Oddball steps back.
"So are you both here trying to recruit me?"
"Exactly." Ian holds a hand to his thigh, wincing as he uses a chair to stand. "The hardcore division could use some diversity."
She looks between the two men several times. "Go on."
"You're reputation precedes you man... I mean girl... I mean..." Oddball stumbles over his words, getting flustered and partially intimidated by her.
"Get to the point."
Oddball smiles. "Well it needs your touch."
She gives a light laugh. "Is that so?"
Ian manages to walk over, limping slightly. "We need talented wrestlers in general. I don't know how Oddball found you but you could do great things in Wrestletown." Ian tries to defuse the situation.
"I want my own dressing room." she replies suddenly, reaching forward to take a long swig from the mug on the table in front of her.
"Of course." Ian replies.
She makes a face before turning and walking toward the wall. She pulls out the dart from the wall forcefully. She doesn't turn but asks, "You have a small roster? Belts are unclaimed as of yet?"
"Yea." Oddball says.
She closes her eyes, her lips moving but no sound emerging. Opening her eyes again after what seems like minutes but only seconds have passed.
"Maybe I'll try it out."
Ian pulls out a card from his shirt and hands it to her. "That's my contact info."
She laughs before crumpling it up and tossing it, bouncing it off his forehead.
Ian looks at Oddball for help but he's once again too busy staring at the woman's ass to care.
"Monday then? Temporary contract if that's what you really want."
"Alright then."
Oddball stands between them and tries to pull Laila into a hug but she deflects him and in seconds she has his arm at a weird angle, her knee pressed into the small of his back. "Don't touch me. Is that clear?"
"Ye...s..."
She releases him. "Try that shit on me again and I'll gladly help remove your balls." She turns back to Ian. "I will try you out but if it's not for me then I'm gone."
"Understandable."
Ian has to practically drag Oddball away. Laila goes back to hustling the bikers for money. She never misses the board.
Once the duo is outside, Oddball turns to Ian. "Well that was painless!"
Ian narrows his eyes, rubbing his thigh. "Any-more people you want to recruit?"
Oddball smiles. "You'll see."
7:45 PM
Riker's Bar & Grill
Las Vegas, NV
"What are we doing here?" A nervous man with a beak shaped nose looks up at what appears to be a bar that has seen better days. It is on the outskirts of the Vegas strip. The outside is run down, the neon on the sign is burnt out in some places and in front is a long line of Harley's. The man beside him smiles and pats him on the back.
"We're here to see a woman."
The men in question are none other than ODDBALL and newly appointed head of the Hardcore Division in Wrestletown, IAN ECHO. It is obvious that Ian is antsy about going anywhere with Oddball given his bad experiences with both Jack and Radek.
"A woman?" Oddball doesn't wait for him and immediately goes to the heavy wooden door and wretches it open. The smell of stale beer and Body-odour assault their senses immediately and Ian's face screws up into one of disgust. The bar is full of man clad in leather jackets. Some are playing pool, while others are taking up the available spots around the bar. There are a few women in the place. Mostly dried up middle-aged women looking for a good time, except for one. Near the back is a dart board and beside it a dark haired Asian beauty turns as she pulls the darts out. She walks back to where a man is shaking his head.
"Damn girl. You have perfect aim. You win again."
She smiles and opens her palm to him where he slaps down a couple twenties. Nodding at him, she turns, stuffing the money into the back pocket of her jeans. Ian looks over to see that Oddball is staring intently at the woman, his mouth open in awe. Ian nudges him a little.
"What... oh... ya right... sorry..." He clears his throat. "Follow me." Oddball walks directly to the woman. "I heard you were the best in this place." Laila nods without even looking at him.
"It's twenty to play." She responds, seemingly bored.
"Alright but, if my friend here beats you... you agree to talk to us... about something else."
She looks up, raising a perfect dark eyebrow. "If you're looking for that kind of entertainment gentleman, there are at least a dozen strip-clubs in this area. Not to mention that you can simply drive down the main strip and find the company you want. I just play darts."
"No. You're a wrestler."
She smirks. "Not anymore boys. So you gunna play or are you just going to continue to stare at my ass?"
Ian tries to hide his smirk.
"Ian's good." Oddball assures her. He turns back to Ian. "Give her a twenty."
"What? This was your idea. Why don't you pay for something? I have done nothing but drain my bank account on this excursion you've taken us on. Besides that Oddball, how could THAT woman be hardcore division material?"
Oddball smiles. "Trust me man, she is."
With a sigh, Ian pulls out his wallet and pulls out what seems to be his last twenty. She takes it, puts in with the others they had seen her get earlier. "You gunna retrieve your darts kid?" She says. Ian gives Oddball a glare before walking over to the board. He manages to find the darts when he hears Oddball say. "Did it hurt?"
Ian immediately face-palms. He was travelling with the world's biggest horn-dog and it had nearly gotten them killed yesterday too. The woman once again raises an eyebrow at him. "You expect that line to work on me?"
"What? It's my best line..."
The woman shakes her head and without looking, she throws a dart. It whizzes right by Ian, so close he actually feels it touch his nose, but it lands with dead accuracy in the center of the board.
"I don't like wasting my time here so just say what you came to say."
Oddball takes a deep breath but Ian steps in quickly. "I'm Ian Echo. I am head of the hardcore division in a new company opening in Holston, Pennsylvania. Wrestletown. I don't suppose you've heard of it?"
"Nope." She throws another dart. It lands in the wall beside his head.
"I've been told that this is your kinda thing."
"Maybe."
"You are Laila right?" Oddball asks and Ian glares at him, upset that he didn't bother to check out this information before just assaulting the woman.
"Yup."
"You don't say much do you?" Ian asks.
"This is Laila Arshad Ian. She doesn't need to say much with words she does it all with her fists... and some weapons too. Isn't' that right?"
"It used to be but I left that business 8 months ago."
"It could be a reality again." Oddball says. He takes a step forward and once again, she throws one of her last two darts and it lands in Ian's thigh. He lets out a cry of pain.
"Take a step closer and this one..." She holds up her remaining dart. "It goes right in his eye."
Ian collapses to the floor and pulls out the dart, whimpering a little in the process.
"Okay fine." Oddball steps back.
"So are you both here trying to recruit me?"
"Exactly." Ian holds a hand to his thigh, wincing as he uses a chair to stand. "The hardcore division could use some diversity."
She looks between the two men several times. "Go on."
"You're reputation precedes you man... I mean girl... I mean..." Oddball stumbles over his words, getting flustered and partially intimidated by her.
"Get to the point."
Oddball smiles. "Well it needs your touch."
She gives a light laugh. "Is that so?"
Ian manages to walk over, limping slightly. "We need talented wrestlers in general. I don't know how Oddball found you but you could do great things in Wrestletown." Ian tries to defuse the situation.
"I want my own dressing room." she replies suddenly, reaching forward to take a long swig from the mug on the table in front of her.
"Of course." Ian replies.
She makes a face before turning and walking toward the wall. She pulls out the dart from the wall forcefully. She doesn't turn but asks, "You have a small roster? Belts are unclaimed as of yet?"
"Yea." Oddball says.
She closes her eyes, her lips moving but no sound emerging. Opening her eyes again after what seems like minutes but only seconds have passed.
"Maybe I'll try it out."
Ian pulls out a card from his shirt and hands it to her. "That's my contact info."
She laughs before crumpling it up and tossing it, bouncing it off his forehead.
Ian looks at Oddball for help but he's once again too busy staring at the woman's ass to care.
"Monday then? Temporary contract if that's what you really want."
"Alright then."
Oddball stands between them and tries to pull Laila into a hug but she deflects him and in seconds she has his arm at a weird angle, her knee pressed into the small of his back. "Don't touch me. Is that clear?"
"Ye...s..."
She releases him. "Try that shit on me again and I'll gladly help remove your balls." She turns back to Ian. "I will try you out but if it's not for me then I'm gone."
"Understandable."
Ian has to practically drag Oddball away. Laila goes back to hustling the bikers for money. She never misses the board.
Once the duo is outside, Oddball turns to Ian. "Well that was painless!"
Ian narrows his eyes, rubbing his thigh. "Any-more people you want to recruit?"
Oddball smiles. "You'll see."
