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| Invitation--in B+W; With Special Guest; The Greatness | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 25 2007, 06:45 PM (41 Views) | |
| Jo | Jul 25 2007, 06:45 PM Post #1 |
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Greatness: There ya go kid, enjoy The Greatness' signature. Inside one of the many casinos that line the streets of Las Vegas, a certain ego sits behind a wooden table. A table that stands on metal legs that are stretched outwards and locked into place. A table with a stack of photos on one side and a cup of coffee on the other, have full(or is it half empty?) Around the cup are several small rings. Some whole while others are small fractions of varying proportions. The lid from the cup is long gone, given to a fan probably, as a "piece of greatness". The line is full of more teenagers than there are old ladies at an Elvis tribute show, which is something new for this casino with it's strict "no minors" code. Though this casino's new code is "Minor summer break zone". That's right, they've changed enough things to make it minor legal. Today is the opening day of the two week long event and what better way to get the teens interested in fake gambling than to have a former sports entertainer sign autographs? Further down the line, right around the entrance area, walks in Crackerjack and Stan "The Man" Stevens. Stan, with arms folded over his chest, stands in the doorway nodding as he moves his head from one side to the other just to get a full view of the place before taking in a big whiff. Stan then lets out all the air from the whiff in one big sigh before smiling. Stan: You smell that, Jack? Hey, that rhymes. As Stan continues to laugh about the fact that the words "that" and "Jack" are somewhat related, Crackerjack himself starts walking forward giving view to the invisible friend that is Chester Harvington Cumberdale III. Hearing that name now it sounds kind of silly, especially since there wasn't a second or even a first that Crackerjack mentions. That's something that's strangely never come up between the two. Chester: Idiot. Chester brushes through him as Stan looks to find Crackerjack no longer beside him. Rushing to catch up with him, Stan soon finds himself being pulled towards an aisle. Looking down the aisle, he finds several slot machines. Enough slot machines to fill an aisle! Stan walks towards them like a man possessed. One slow moving shuffled step after another, Stan slowly extends his left hand towards one of them and starts to drool while making this inhuman noise. Anyone who saw would probably think they were part of the next Resident Evil movie, but with no sight of Kennedy anywhere, they go back to thinking that it's just some nut. Then they realize it's Stan and go back to thinking about kicking him. Stan finally stops at the third machine on the left side and fumbles around in his pocket. Finally, he pulls out a small coin. Examining the coin as if ready to eat it, Stan turns his glazed expression to the machine and nods a couple of times before placing the coin in the machine through several fumbling attempts. The coin finally goes down and when he hears the noise he pulls the lever down. The rolling images seem almost hypnotic as Stan continues to watch them. Two bars and a cherry gives Stan a couple of tokens. Stan looks down tilting his head and making some kind of dog noise. Picking up one of the coins, Stan repeats the very same process as before. Yes, the very same process including examining the coin, nodding to the machine, and fumbling around when placing it in. The only thing more repetitive than this is talking to the same guy over and over again in some video game. Quite a ways away from this scene, Crackerjack walks down the halls eying the view over his shoulder every few moments. When he realizes that Stan nor Rebecca are anywhere near him, Crackerjack stops to take a break. Taking a seat on a stone bench of questionable comfort, Crackerjack lets out a low sigh of relief. Free to think, Crackerjack ponders about the next match in his career. That's when he gets the hand on his shoulder from behind. Crackerjack, not too deep in thought, looks over his shoulder and finds a green haired man looking down at him through black sunglasses. The first thought that goes through Crackerjack's mind is...well, it's a jumble of questions about the guy. Questions about his hair, the fact that he's wearing sunglasses inside an already dark casino, stuff like that. Who the guy is comes last in his mental questioning. The man starts to smile as he steps over the bench and takes a seat next to the behemoth. Uninvited, this man doesn't seem to feel that way. Instead he continues to look forward while sipping his already near empty coffee. Greatness: So you're Crackerjack, huh? The Greatness has heard a lot about you today. Crackerjack: ...Okaaaaaay... Greatness: There sure were a lot of fans to come see The Greatness, wasn't there? The man turns his head to face Crackerjack as if expecting an answer. Since there's no real answer but "I guess so", that's all he gets. The Greatness just laughs a little as he looks forward again. Greatness: Yep, a lot of fans. Crackerjack: Does this have a point? Greatness: I'm just saying that there sure were a lot of fans. Crackerjack: Yea, I guess so. Good bye. Crackerjack rises up ready to storm out as the man stretches out now on the bench. The man calls out something but it comes to deaf ears as Crackerjack has seemingly had enough of him. He continues to walk not knowing that someone is approaching im from behind. The same green haired individual from before now walks beside Crackerjack. Crackerjack: Look, I've already lost two jack offs, I'm not in the mood to have to lose another. Greatness: Just hear The Greatness out, you might learn a thing or two. The two round a corner, well, Crackerjack rounds a corner, The Greatness just follows him. But when they do, they both freeze when they see Stan Stevens fumbling around with a coin. Both instantly turn around and quickly walks down in the other direction. Greatness: Damn that marquee. What's he doing in Vegas anyway? Crackerjack, through a little heavy breathing, looks towards The Greatness shocked. Crackerjack: I brought him, how do you know him? Greatness: Never mind, The Greatness has fans that stretch across the globe. Crackerjack: I've never heard of you. Greatness: What? How can anyone say such a thing with a straight face. Crackerjack: Because I don't. Besides, what's with the third person routine? Why don't you tell me your real name? Greatness: Er...uh...Theeeeeeeee Greatness is my name. That's the only-- Crackerjack: Afraid of your name? Greatness: What about you! Ha ha, The Greatness saves the day! Crackerjack: ...never mind. Crackerjack continues onward as The Greatness rises up dusting himself off. Seeing that Crackerjack is now far, The Greatness chases after him again. Greatness: So those fans... Crackerjack stops, turns around, and yells. Crackerjack: Enough about the fans! They weren't here only to see you, there's a wrestling show down the street! You egotistical bastard! Crackerjack stands there fuming for a little while as The Greatness smiles towards him. This only adds to Crackerjacks anger as he thinks about ripping his head off. Instead, Crackerjack waves his hand and turns around. Greatness: Crackerjack, the man who is walking into Summer of Sin. Fighting against Momoko Wakari and Kailey Lane...do you plan on walking out? Crackerjack doesn't pay him any mind as he continues walking forward. It's then that he remembers his match. Crackerjack stops and looks up towards the ceiling of the already massive casino. "Damnit, Kailey...why does she keep coming back into my life? Every time it seems she's out they place her back in. I've battled her long and hard defending the honor of a woman I hardly know. Not much has changed since then. I can't find Nell so I still know so very little of her. I don't even know if she has a boyfriend or even a husband. If so, I wonder how he feels. And Momoko..." Greatness: You plan on relieving Momoko of her anguish? Crackerjack turns around and finds The Greatness still standing there. Crackerjack: The championship...it means nothing to me compared to Nell. Championships themselves bring little in the line of success. They only bring more hardship and anguish. I need to stay focused. I need to keep my mind on Nell. I can't let personal greed overtake me. Not again. Greatness: You realize that losing will only weaken your attempt in finding her, don't you? Think about winning. With press conferences alone you could strengthen your search. Make Nell public knowledge. Crackerjack thinks that thought over for a little while. Though tempting, it does have the other sharper side. Greatness: You'd just have to control your greed. When you're ready to learn how, give me a call. With that, The Greatness hands Crackerjack his empty coffee cup. The Greatness turns and starts walking down the aisle waving his hand as Crackerjack looks down at the cup. No number, just an address to some small country Crackerjack has never heard of. The name of the place though sounds interesting. "Conolly Steel". Written on the bottom are the words "ask for Desmond". |
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