Post by Mccollum on Jun 30, 2016 15:08:19 GMT -5
"Rosenblat, Mick, and Horowitz Law Offices. This is Julie speaking, how may I direct your call? "
" The writer William Bolitho once said...A gambler is nothing but a man who makes his living out of hope. You better start finding some hope, Jack...Along with Faith, Prayers, and some really good Medical Insurance. The times will be changing around NGW, and they are going to start in a tiny little Dark Match that most will probably not even bother to pay attention too. Because when I eliminate you, and Mic if he does find his testicles before Belltime. Then I am going to secure my first victory right here on this very spot where I am now standing"
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There is a slight snicker from the man on the other end of the line as something struck him amusing about the name. " Yes Julie, put Thomas on the line please"
"Thomas Mick?"
" The one and hopefully the only"
" Mr. Mick is in a meeting this morning. May I take a message?"
The man laughs harder " Mr. Mick is probably sitting in his office complaining about his hurt Ankle and making you wait on him. He strikes me as the kind of Boss that might get a little handsy with the Secretaries. Do you go home feeling dirty at the end of the day Julie because that vile old pervert has had his hands all over your body? Maybe you like it, maybe you are one of the Corporate Ladder Climbers that does so on her knees and not her merits. You tell me, Julie, you can tell me everything in vivid detail. Maybe you would like to come over and reenact your debauchery"
" I'll put you through" Julie replied sounding disgusted
" Awww, why thanks, Julie. How very kind of you"
" I didn't get your name"
" I didn't give it. Just put the call through, Thomas always loves to hear from me. "
The man continues to snicker and laugh like he belongs somewhere haunting a House or locked away in a padded Cell.
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The phone rang twice before Thomas Mick picked up. " Dammit Julie, I said no calls this morning"
" Well that would be unfortunate seeing as I wanted to call you "
The air escaped Mick's lungs with a heavy sigh. " What do you want now Ryan? Wasn't breaking my Ankle enough for you? "
Ryan McCollum laughs " Technically Mason broke your ankle and as it turns out. No, it wasn't. I need a favor"
" Sorry, I'm all out of favors"
You can almost sense the smile of Ryan McCollum's face " How about you tell Him that I called for a favor and you turned me down? I will wait for the outcome of that one, but I am guessing it isn't going to end well for you. They will have to find another token Irish Drunk at Jew Law huh?"
There was a long pause from the other end of the line before Mick spoke again " What do you want?"
Ryan smirked " I need to know who you know at the Tommy Mack Center and then I need to know what you have on them that would allow my little favor to be cashed in without too many protests"
" You can't burn down the building Ryan. I don't give a damn what you believe in that Mad Hatter Brain of yours"
" Madness is like gravity Thomas...All it takes is a little push and we all tumble into it. But relax if I wanted to burn something down, your house would be my first stop, not an empty Arena."
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On-Camera
The building stood silent in the early hours of Saturday Morning. With the darkness still shrouding Sin City outside. Two figures moved quietly throughout the Thomas and Mack Center. Soon the doors would be thrown open and the NGW Crew would be turning on lights, doing the hours and hours of set-up for the huge event later in the evening. But at the moment beyond a Security Guard outside counting his stack of unearned cash for leaving the door open and taking a walk. There were only two people in the building beside the Prying Eye that was now trained upon the empty expanse of floor in the middle of the Arena that would be occupied by a Wrestling Ring later tonight.
There is the sound of footsteps on the floor, the heavy footfalls of boots on the hardwood. Into view of the Eye steps the self-proclaimed Slayer of Souls McCollum, sporting a newly grown beard but the same disturbing eyes of a man whose seems to have a very thin grasp on sanity.
The Slayer of Souls, speaks without looking towards the Eye. " It would seem that Mic Strong's infamous Microphone Skills have failed him. Apparently, when you are dealing with the harsh reality of the situation he finds himself befallen with. The Candy has got his tongue and he would much rather not poke the Bear for fear of what we might just do to his little Diabetic Dolly to send him a message."
McCollum chuckles, nodding his head " I don't blame you, Michael. If I was presented with the situation of my Monster Mason putting his hands on your little Sugar Addict. I would also take the cowardice route you have taken. So do not fret your actions, I am sure Devilin is likely to make you show up for the Dark Match anyway. But I will graciously toss you over the ropes to the floor without to much pain bestowed upon you, providing you don't get to foolish and attempt to fight back against the eventual outcome...But that would seemingly just leave me with you Mr. Gambler"
McCollum slowly turns towards the Eye offering up a smile that seems very Politician mimicked...I.E. Fake and only being used to benefit themselves.
" You are fooling yourself Gambler. You believe that cards aren't about luck but about skill. While I will agree it takes some skill to decide when to bet or fold. It is how the cards fall that decides your fate. You are bluffing like you got a Royal Flush, but all I see when I stare at you is pocket deuces. You want to play the game with me, Jack, you want to believe some poor slub is equal to me. Well, then I got a little game of my own for you."
McCollum reaches into his shirt pocket removing a deck of Cards and continuing to smile. " The equipment of your work huh Jack? "
McCollum shuffles the cards, flipping over the top card to reveal the Joker. He flips the Card back over leaving it in place on top of the deck.
" You see me as a Joker, but just when you think you got everything figured out....I change the rules of the Game "
He flicks the top of the deck with the tip of his Index Finger and then flips it back over to reveal the Joker is now an Ace. Showing that perhaps McCollum is fairly good at slight of hand...Making you see what he wants you to see, while the reality is very different.
" So you can talk about how you are behind the Velvet Ropes, and going to throw me through the ropes. But until you are able to put me over the top ropes nothing else matters. You cannot do it, Jack, you might be able to toss around a deck of Fifty-two and steal some Grannies Pension Checks at the Poker Table. But when you are in the ring with the Slayer of Souls...You will go All-In on what you think is a winning hand. But as you find yourself flying through the air and crashing down hard to the floor below. You are going to realize my rankings of the past may not mean much to you, but when you are on the floor and they are announcing me as the victor, who I am and what I do to others without remorse will speak volumes about what a true winning hand looks like"
McCollum throws the deck of Cards into the dark with the cards flying in every direction. " The odds are decidedly in my favor if you really think about things in the bigger picture. Michael might stumble out to the ring without wetting himself which would leave two on one since I am going to wager that both of you would love to toss me out of the ring and shut me up for a little bit. But you see that's where you would be wrong because there is another new competitor in NGW and I think it would only be fair that he be allowed in this Battle Royal. Surely Devilin wouldn't want to get people talking about him being biased and trying to exclude people from the ability to work and make a living after giving them a Contract."
McCollum suddenly laughs loudly out of nowhere. He snaps his fingers and out of the shadows steps the Monstrous Mason wearing his Black Sheep Mask.
McCollum puts his hand to his lips in the gesture of Oopsie. " Looks like things just changed. I love watching what happens when Mason enters the ring. This beast of burden seems to thrive on trying to rip others limb from limb. The Carnage he does, it just so heinous that even I cannot fathom what he might do next, but here later tonight I am going to find out. Because Mason will indeed be in the Battle Royal. Of course, if he would happen to throw you and Mic out and then accidently fall out of the ring after that. I guess I would be the winner huh?"
McCollum grins, letting out that deep laugh that has the hair on some people's necks standing straight up. It would seem he has the plan to use his Weapon of Mass Destruction Mason to clear the ring and make it very easy for him to be declared the Winner.
" The writer William Bolitho once said...A gambler is nothing but a man who makes his living out of hope. You better start finding some hope, Jack...Along with Faith, Prayers, and some really good Medical Insurance. The times will be changing around NGW, and they are going to start in a tiny little Dark Match that most will probably not even bother to pay attention too. Because when I eliminate you, and Mic if he does find his testicles before Belltime. Then I am going to secure my first victory right here on this very spot where I am now standing"
He points to the floor " While everyone will be concentrating on the big Title Matches and the feuds coming to a head tonight. They are not even going to see the Slayer of Souls about to take over NGW one step at a time, and one piece of Gold at a time. Because you see Jack, some men just want to watch the World burn, and some just want to be the one to light the match. "
McCollum smirks, removing his hat and taking out a book of matches. He strikes one of the matches holding it before his face and smiling like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland..." Let's burn it down Jack...Fold or Raise, in the end, I always have the winning hand"
McCollum blows out the match leaving the Eye in pitch black darkness with the echoes of McCollum's laughter sounding all around in the building before the Eye slowly closes and we are now heading for a Match that could decide a lot of things in the future while on the surface looking just like another filler Battle Royal.
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