Post by Slade "The Main Man" Craven on Aug 7, 2009 7:43:14 GMT -4
(OOC: Lol, I didn't think you were posting Biggs. So heres what I wrote man, sorry its late)
The club is dark. Music blares over the speakers, rock music, the best music. Women are dancing, beautiful women, one on each stage. The lights that flash and strobe shine only on them. The people sitting at the tables are barely visible, lit by the “sensual” candles on the tables designed to keep the focus off a table and to the main sources of light, the stages. Two of those stages are fake pianos, and the other is almost like a runway, with a vent and blower build into the floor to push up the women’s hair. Slade Craven is back at the Cabaret Royal after several months. Last time he was here Craven got into a fight, however the camera shut off in the middle of everything and no one found out what happened. Craven originally got into a fight with a stripper’s boyfriend who shouldn’t have been at the club in the first place. Craven beat the man, defending the stripper and was tossed out for causing a fight. Those are the rules for any club. However Slade knew Rick and after viewing the security camera footage and Slade’s donation to the club he was allowed back in. But because he is now sober, Slade always has an “X” on his hand. Not that the Cab is 18 and up, its minimum 21, but everyone knows the point of it. Anytime Slade goes to any bar he requests an “X” on his hand, to keep the temptations back. Slade is sitting with his long time friend Assassin today. They sit there looking up at the beautiful goddess dancing on stage in a business skirt and jacket. She is the cougar of the girls, probably been working there for five years, but every bit a MILF as she can be. Slade reaches forward and takes his Sprite in hand. He takes a sip.
Slade- So man, how’s life in the retired circuit?
Assassin// The same as it was for you eighteen months ago.
Slade- Yeah, boring as hell, spend your days masturbating to the Price is Right girls, jerking off to the Spanish channel and gardening.
Assassin// What? Is that what you did? Hell no man I just sleep and work out. I’ve been catching up on that rest I lost when we were traveling on the road. But man I’ve missed so much sleep I have to say I think its giving me some messed up dreams.
Slade- You mean the dream where you’re dressed like a Greek god, standing on top of an Aztec pyramid with thousands of beautiful naked women throwing pickles at you?
His friend spits out a little beer.
Assassin// Dear God no!
Slade- What? Why am I the only person who has this dream?
Assassin// You keep your dreams to yourself there man.
Slade- Shut up.
He takes another sip of his Sprite as the woman on stage turns and walks down the stairs and another girl gets ready to come out. It’s Paris, Craven’s favorite. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a twenty. The girl comes out on stage wearing a black and blue plaid mini skirt and white button up shirt tied, the whole naughty school girl bit with her hair in pig tails to Sixx A.M.’s “Life Is Beautiful.” Craven watches as some guys from the club begin to approach the stage, but since Slade’s table is right next to it he raises the twenty up and Paris comes over. She smiles and drops to her knees as Slade stands and puts his hands on the side of the stage as she hugs him.
Paris: Hi! How’ve you been?
Slade- Good, good, needed some time to clear my head, big match coming up.
Paris: Oh? Why you facing?
Slade- Biggs, he is facing my tag partner at the pay per view, I get to give him a little warm up match, or as I like to call it, an ass whipping.
Paris: Who is he?
Slade- He is someone who just got a ticket to play in the majors, problem is he got to big for his britches, stepped on a few toes and now he has to pay up for what he’s done.
Paris: What did he do?
She rubs her chest in his face as they have this conversation. It’s a perfectly normal conversation despite the fact he has breasts in front of him.
Slade- Well, he jumped me as a matter of fact, so I am entitled to get a little revenge hun.
She raises the hem of her skirt and shows her G string. Slade folds the twenty long ways and slides it along her leg.
Paris: just don’t get hurt too bad, I missed you while you were gone.
Slade- You just missed me because other guys do not pay your bills like I do.
Craven smiles and she laughs gets back up and slides her white shirt that is untied over her shoulders down to the stage. Craven turns and sits down at his table as Assassin just shakes his head. Craven reaches out and takes a swig of his Sprite. Paris moves onto the next greenback as the song continues. Craven knows no other guy is going to fork out twenty just for a minutes worth of dance, for then, twenty is a lap dance. Slade looks out over the rest of the club looking at everyone enjoying themselves. Slade’s mind is not focused on the match.
Assassin// Hey! Hey numb-nuts! Where’s you’re head at?
Slade- Between her tits.
He says it without thinking. His friend tosses the balled up napkin at Slade to get his attention.
Assassin// Dude! You better focus man, come on. You remember what happened on Overdrive last week?
Slade- How can I forget.
His pride is still hurting.
Slade- Biggs, The Beast and that sissy bitch Chris Cyrus sucker punched me. It was a fluke and it sure as hell will not happen again
Assassin// Listen, Cyrus is a dangerous man, you know he wont stop. He wants to take out the A.K.A. one by one. And with him joining Biggs at the Jolly Gay Giant, you got problems. You can’t fight an army Slade.
Craven just shrugs.
Slade- I have a plan/
Assassin// What, get choked out again?
Craven glares across the table as the song finishes. He shakes his head while a new song cues up. Its not rock its Rap, which sucks. Slade turns his head back up to Paris who is still dancing through her second song.
Slade- You think I enjoyed that? I will admit they got the better of me last weekend, I wasn’t expecting Cyrus to be there. I planned on tackling Biggs, getting in a couple of shots then get my ass up the ramp. But no, Chris Cyrus has to come in from the side and save his boyfriend. Then they had to toss me over to the man who looks like he ran most prison gangbangs. I mean dude I’ve showered for the past week, and I still don’t think I’ve gotten his smell off me.
Assassin’s face twinges as he hears this, its not a pretty thought.
Slade- This week I get to return the favor. I get him one on one.
Assassin// Don’t be naïve, you and I both know that this is not a one on one match, you’re walking into an ambush.
Slade- No, there is no ambush. You think that I haven’t figured out Biggs plan? He wants to lure Shadow out to the ring for an all out brawl, take him out before Shockwave. They are using me as bait.
Assassin// And you are willingly doing it?
Slade- Sometimes the bait bites back.
He finishes his Sprite as a waitress walks over with another bottle of beer for Assassin. She takes Slade’s glass and walks off. Craven cocks his head to the side and watches he ass as she walks away. She’s a girl Slade knew before she started working here. In fact she started working at the Cab to be his personal waitress. The girl used to watch Slade at house shows and indy matches, kind of like a groupie. He reaches back into his wallet and pulls out a ten dollar bill for her tip when she gets back.
Slade- You know I never just go in guns blazing with no plan.
Assassin// E.E.W?
Slade- Oh, yeah, well that was war man, this isn’t war. This is some kid who thinks he can hang with the A.K.A. He got his little faction together, he made some friends, they all got decoder rings, and matching jock straps. Now they want to take on the only real tag team in A.P.W. the Axis of Awesomeness. Dude haven’t you realized it? They want to be us. Biggs wants to be me, Cyrus’ grudge against you and Biggs going to get a huge guy to be Shadow. He is trying to imitate the A.K.A, hell he even is close with the acronym. But the important thing to remember is the A.K.A. though often is imitated can never be duplicated.
Assassin// You really think that Biggs, went through all this trouble to be just like you?
Slade- Not me, us.
Assassin// That’s sounds pretty egotistical and delusional.
Slade- And exactly like something I would say.
His friend chuckles as Jaime bring back their drinks and Craven hands her the ten, she smiles and runs her hand through his blue hair. The second song has ended and Paris is collecting her skirt and blouse getting ready to move to the next stage. Another girl is getting ready to come out.
Slade- You see how efficient this place runs? Its like how we do business. One up, they get their few minutes in the spotlight then they move on to the lesser areas. We are the grand stage, we take on these guys who want their chance in front of the whole world, then when its over and they have made their money and have nothing else left, in their case pride, the girl’s cases clothing, they get out of the way. Biggs wants the spotlight man, he wants to hog it and steal it. He thinks that just because he found himself a friend he has what it takes.
Assassin// You’re just blowing smoke out your ass Slade.
Slade- Think so? Wait till Overdrive man, you sit at your house with your hand in your pants watching the only wrestling promotion that doesn’t have a female roster and thinking about who is on the Spanish Channel and I will go out there take care of business and put Biggs back in his place, just like I had to do before.
Assassin// You act like I didn’t help that time.
Slade- You did, I won’t deny you that, but who was the man who hit Biggs with the splash, who pinned him, me. I dropped his ass and scored the win. Biggs seems to have forgotten that, or he went out and picked up his “Lenny” because he and Cyrus lost that match, so he figured he needed an equalizer. Well you know me better than anyone in that locker room, you’ve known me longer, do I ever walk into something without knowing every variable? I will make sure the battlefield remains level between Biggs and I this week. I got everything figured out.
Assassin’s eyebrow raises slightly as he takes a sip of his beer.
Assassin// That a fact?
Craven’s evil smile creeps across his face, the same one that does when he is about to fight dirty. It’s the “I got your number” look, and not the kind he gives a woman.
Slade- Yeah.
He leans back in his chair as Gabriella comes out now, another one of Slade’s favorite girls, however this stripper is the girl of choice for one of Slade’s friends. He watches as she dances to a Def Tones song. Craven’s mind drifts from his match again, he doesn’t think much of Biggs, except on the case of revenge. But revenge isn’t a plan its an emotional response. Now Slade’s method that’s his plan, its what he knows he is going to do when that bell rings. Biggs wants a fight? He is going to get it. As he watches Gabriella dance, he thinks about everything. What was Slade planning on bringing to the ring for back up on Overdrive, would it be a weapon, Shadow or maybe it would be an old friend. Whatever he has planned, Craven is confident that it will work. The Beast has been a growing thorn in everyone’s side since his first appearance. Biggs got himself a big dog to protect his yard, problem is Craven felt it would be time to put his dog on a leash. There was nothing that would keep Craven from pulling his vengeance from Biggs’ ass. You may be able to wound “The Main Man,” but you better be ready for the backlash. Slade was ready, is Biggs?
The club is dark. Music blares over the speakers, rock music, the best music. Women are dancing, beautiful women, one on each stage. The lights that flash and strobe shine only on them. The people sitting at the tables are barely visible, lit by the “sensual” candles on the tables designed to keep the focus off a table and to the main sources of light, the stages. Two of those stages are fake pianos, and the other is almost like a runway, with a vent and blower build into the floor to push up the women’s hair. Slade Craven is back at the Cabaret Royal after several months. Last time he was here Craven got into a fight, however the camera shut off in the middle of everything and no one found out what happened. Craven originally got into a fight with a stripper’s boyfriend who shouldn’t have been at the club in the first place. Craven beat the man, defending the stripper and was tossed out for causing a fight. Those are the rules for any club. However Slade knew Rick and after viewing the security camera footage and Slade’s donation to the club he was allowed back in. But because he is now sober, Slade always has an “X” on his hand. Not that the Cab is 18 and up, its minimum 21, but everyone knows the point of it. Anytime Slade goes to any bar he requests an “X” on his hand, to keep the temptations back. Slade is sitting with his long time friend Assassin today. They sit there looking up at the beautiful goddess dancing on stage in a business skirt and jacket. She is the cougar of the girls, probably been working there for five years, but every bit a MILF as she can be. Slade reaches forward and takes his Sprite in hand. He takes a sip.
Slade- So man, how’s life in the retired circuit?
Assassin// The same as it was for you eighteen months ago.
Slade- Yeah, boring as hell, spend your days masturbating to the Price is Right girls, jerking off to the Spanish channel and gardening.
Assassin// What? Is that what you did? Hell no man I just sleep and work out. I’ve been catching up on that rest I lost when we were traveling on the road. But man I’ve missed so much sleep I have to say I think its giving me some messed up dreams.
Slade- You mean the dream where you’re dressed like a Greek god, standing on top of an Aztec pyramid with thousands of beautiful naked women throwing pickles at you?
His friend spits out a little beer.
Assassin// Dear God no!
Slade- What? Why am I the only person who has this dream?
Assassin// You keep your dreams to yourself there man.
Slade- Shut up.
He takes another sip of his Sprite as the woman on stage turns and walks down the stairs and another girl gets ready to come out. It’s Paris, Craven’s favorite. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a twenty. The girl comes out on stage wearing a black and blue plaid mini skirt and white button up shirt tied, the whole naughty school girl bit with her hair in pig tails to Sixx A.M.’s “Life Is Beautiful.” Craven watches as some guys from the club begin to approach the stage, but since Slade’s table is right next to it he raises the twenty up and Paris comes over. She smiles and drops to her knees as Slade stands and puts his hands on the side of the stage as she hugs him.
Paris: Hi! How’ve you been?
Slade- Good, good, needed some time to clear my head, big match coming up.
Paris: Oh? Why you facing?
Slade- Biggs, he is facing my tag partner at the pay per view, I get to give him a little warm up match, or as I like to call it, an ass whipping.
Paris: Who is he?
Slade- He is someone who just got a ticket to play in the majors, problem is he got to big for his britches, stepped on a few toes and now he has to pay up for what he’s done.
Paris: What did he do?
She rubs her chest in his face as they have this conversation. It’s a perfectly normal conversation despite the fact he has breasts in front of him.
Slade- Well, he jumped me as a matter of fact, so I am entitled to get a little revenge hun.
She raises the hem of her skirt and shows her G string. Slade folds the twenty long ways and slides it along her leg.
Paris: just don’t get hurt too bad, I missed you while you were gone.
Slade- You just missed me because other guys do not pay your bills like I do.
Craven smiles and she laughs gets back up and slides her white shirt that is untied over her shoulders down to the stage. Craven turns and sits down at his table as Assassin just shakes his head. Craven reaches out and takes a swig of his Sprite. Paris moves onto the next greenback as the song continues. Craven knows no other guy is going to fork out twenty just for a minutes worth of dance, for then, twenty is a lap dance. Slade looks out over the rest of the club looking at everyone enjoying themselves. Slade’s mind is not focused on the match.
Assassin// Hey! Hey numb-nuts! Where’s you’re head at?
Slade- Between her tits.
He says it without thinking. His friend tosses the balled up napkin at Slade to get his attention.
Assassin// Dude! You better focus man, come on. You remember what happened on Overdrive last week?
Slade- How can I forget.
His pride is still hurting.
Slade- Biggs, The Beast and that sissy bitch Chris Cyrus sucker punched me. It was a fluke and it sure as hell will not happen again
Assassin// Listen, Cyrus is a dangerous man, you know he wont stop. He wants to take out the A.K.A. one by one. And with him joining Biggs at the Jolly Gay Giant, you got problems. You can’t fight an army Slade.
Craven just shrugs.
Slade- I have a plan/
Assassin// What, get choked out again?
Craven glares across the table as the song finishes. He shakes his head while a new song cues up. Its not rock its Rap, which sucks. Slade turns his head back up to Paris who is still dancing through her second song.
Slade- You think I enjoyed that? I will admit they got the better of me last weekend, I wasn’t expecting Cyrus to be there. I planned on tackling Biggs, getting in a couple of shots then get my ass up the ramp. But no, Chris Cyrus has to come in from the side and save his boyfriend. Then they had to toss me over to the man who looks like he ran most prison gangbangs. I mean dude I’ve showered for the past week, and I still don’t think I’ve gotten his smell off me.
Assassin’s face twinges as he hears this, its not a pretty thought.
Slade- This week I get to return the favor. I get him one on one.
Assassin// Don’t be naïve, you and I both know that this is not a one on one match, you’re walking into an ambush.
Slade- No, there is no ambush. You think that I haven’t figured out Biggs plan? He wants to lure Shadow out to the ring for an all out brawl, take him out before Shockwave. They are using me as bait.
Assassin// And you are willingly doing it?
Slade- Sometimes the bait bites back.
He finishes his Sprite as a waitress walks over with another bottle of beer for Assassin. She takes Slade’s glass and walks off. Craven cocks his head to the side and watches he ass as she walks away. She’s a girl Slade knew before she started working here. In fact she started working at the Cab to be his personal waitress. The girl used to watch Slade at house shows and indy matches, kind of like a groupie. He reaches back into his wallet and pulls out a ten dollar bill for her tip when she gets back.
Slade- You know I never just go in guns blazing with no plan.
Assassin// E.E.W?
Slade- Oh, yeah, well that was war man, this isn’t war. This is some kid who thinks he can hang with the A.K.A. He got his little faction together, he made some friends, they all got decoder rings, and matching jock straps. Now they want to take on the only real tag team in A.P.W. the Axis of Awesomeness. Dude haven’t you realized it? They want to be us. Biggs wants to be me, Cyrus’ grudge against you and Biggs going to get a huge guy to be Shadow. He is trying to imitate the A.K.A, hell he even is close with the acronym. But the important thing to remember is the A.K.A. though often is imitated can never be duplicated.
Assassin// You really think that Biggs, went through all this trouble to be just like you?
Slade- Not me, us.
Assassin// That’s sounds pretty egotistical and delusional.
Slade- And exactly like something I would say.
His friend chuckles as Jaime bring back their drinks and Craven hands her the ten, she smiles and runs her hand through his blue hair. The second song has ended and Paris is collecting her skirt and blouse getting ready to move to the next stage. Another girl is getting ready to come out.
Slade- You see how efficient this place runs? Its like how we do business. One up, they get their few minutes in the spotlight then they move on to the lesser areas. We are the grand stage, we take on these guys who want their chance in front of the whole world, then when its over and they have made their money and have nothing else left, in their case pride, the girl’s cases clothing, they get out of the way. Biggs wants the spotlight man, he wants to hog it and steal it. He thinks that just because he found himself a friend he has what it takes.
Assassin// You’re just blowing smoke out your ass Slade.
Slade- Think so? Wait till Overdrive man, you sit at your house with your hand in your pants watching the only wrestling promotion that doesn’t have a female roster and thinking about who is on the Spanish Channel and I will go out there take care of business and put Biggs back in his place, just like I had to do before.
Assassin// You act like I didn’t help that time.
Slade- You did, I won’t deny you that, but who was the man who hit Biggs with the splash, who pinned him, me. I dropped his ass and scored the win. Biggs seems to have forgotten that, or he went out and picked up his “Lenny” because he and Cyrus lost that match, so he figured he needed an equalizer. Well you know me better than anyone in that locker room, you’ve known me longer, do I ever walk into something without knowing every variable? I will make sure the battlefield remains level between Biggs and I this week. I got everything figured out.
Assassin’s eyebrow raises slightly as he takes a sip of his beer.
Assassin// That a fact?
Craven’s evil smile creeps across his face, the same one that does when he is about to fight dirty. It’s the “I got your number” look, and not the kind he gives a woman.
Slade- Yeah.
He leans back in his chair as Gabriella comes out now, another one of Slade’s favorite girls, however this stripper is the girl of choice for one of Slade’s friends. He watches as she dances to a Def Tones song. Craven’s mind drifts from his match again, he doesn’t think much of Biggs, except on the case of revenge. But revenge isn’t a plan its an emotional response. Now Slade’s method that’s his plan, its what he knows he is going to do when that bell rings. Biggs wants a fight? He is going to get it. As he watches Gabriella dance, he thinks about everything. What was Slade planning on bringing to the ring for back up on Overdrive, would it be a weapon, Shadow or maybe it would be an old friend. Whatever he has planned, Craven is confident that it will work. The Beast has been a growing thorn in everyone’s side since his first appearance. Biggs got himself a big dog to protect his yard, problem is Craven felt it would be time to put his dog on a leash. There was nothing that would keep Craven from pulling his vengeance from Biggs’ ass. You may be able to wound “The Main Man,” but you better be ready for the backlash. Slade was ready, is Biggs?
