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LOCATION: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
DAYS UNTIL CLIMAX CONTROL: 7
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW TO WHO GIVES A FUCK? WHAT A WASTE OF WORDS ON THE SCREEN!
Well fuck me sideways, a chance to face... Mikah? That's what was put on the plate for me this or Charley this week. One on one with Mikah, the World Bombshell champion except it's really not one on one, more about that a little later. I don't know if people are just bored of facing Mikah, or if SCW is going all out to give new people a chance to face to the top people, or if it's just another way to have Mikah complain about booking on social media, I don't know, maybe someone gets a kick out of that, but SCW are giving new people a chance. First Dani Weston, then me, plus the Gold Rush thing with three new names who haven't faced the golden one in the form of Seleana however you pronounce her poxy last name, Aviana Faith and Brittany Williams. You'd think I'd be excited? You'd think Charley would have been excited. Neither of us were. We did actually draw straws to see who faced her, yet neither of us was thrilled. Not because it's a suicide mission, because it's not, we're capable of winning, but we both knew how this was gonna go. Even winning would be a no win situation....
Climax Control was midway as Daniel J Morgan, Osbourne, Mackenzie Page and Charlotte Elliot sat around a television in their rented apartment in Las Vegas, Nevada. Their eyes were on the screen, watching their friend Dani Weston compete against Jessie Salco in a back and forth match. Daniel raises a beer bottle to his lips, feeling the coldness chill through to his bones.
"Bit of fire in Dani tonight." He comments as he watches her execute her next move.
"There's always been fire in her." Mackenzie says, turning her head to the right to meet Daniel's glance. "She just needs to not feel guilty about punching people in the face. Few more nights out with us should sort that out."
"My money's on her to win this tournament." Charlotte adds. "People already don't know how to handle her to the point they've done with the dick sucking or strip club jokes because they don't know how to creatively get inside her head."
Osbourne takes his eyes off the screen for a second, looking down at his phone as it bings, clicking on the face of it and scratching his head. Wrestlers were often told the next card before it was made public, but this was something new, something he hadn't seen before and the confusion translated to his usual stone face demeanour. He taps Daniel on the shoulder and points to his phone. Daniel looks down at the phone.
"Well that is interesting." Daniel says with a half smile.
His tone instantly gets the groups attention as they look towards him.
"It's an e mail from Christian Underwood." Daniel announces to the group "Please pick one of your two ladies to face Mikah in the main event on the next show. Toss a coin, have a race around the world, I don't care as long as you let me know in the next half an hour."
Charlotte and Mackenzie share an uneasy look, the two have been mentally connected for many years and knew instantly that it's a no win situation, they both knew even winning wouldn't be clean, it's Mikah.
"I don't care." Charlotte says first.
"Me neither." Mackenzie adds with a shrug.
Daniel looks at Osbourne, who already know what Daniel is thinking. He stands up and makes his way towards the kitchen area, returning shortly after with two straws, one shorter than the other.
"Old fashioned way it is." Daniel tells them with a smile. "Short straw wins and gets to go on to face Mikah, non title, because well, protected and all."
Osbourne turns his back switching the straws around in his hand, his huge body hiding the view from the two women making their way towards him. He straightens up the straws and turns around, holding his hand out towards the women. Both pick straws at the same time, both looking at the length of them. Mackenzie rolls her eyes as she sees she has the short straw.
"You're up Kenz." Daniel says as he holds on to Osbourne's phone, quickly typing a response back to Christian Underwood.
"Fan-fucking-tastic." Comes the sarcastic reply from Mackenzie "A chance to be a part of the Mikah slash Courtney Pierce soap opera."
Charlotte looks at Mackenzie with a smile.
"And that's why I'm glad you got the short straw" Charlotte says. "Seriously, the thought of being part of their own little world in their own little bubble, rather not."
"You two clearly don't see the advantages." Daniel tells them. "Beat Mikah, you're instantly thrown in the top level."
"Yay!" Mackenzie says, sarcasm dripping from here voice. "I can be at the top level where I hear her say you don't deserve it over and over till she looks like a fucking smurf, so appealing. I really can't wait to listen to her drone on asking who I am and why I'm in the match, and all the same shit she says about everyone else. I can't wait for that repeat to happen."
A smile passes around the group as their focus turns back towards the television as the bell rings and Dani's arm is raised in victory.
"Good for her." Charlotte says with a warm smile. "This is the start of seeing her rise."
The group return to watching the rest of the show and we fast forward a few hours to the early hours of the morning. The SCW show has long gone, the latest instalment of what some would dub the Mikah, Kris and Fenris show was over, the weekly backstabbing and ego driven program ended with an unusual show of respect between Fenris and Dmitri, and most of the group had gone to bed. One member of the group remained awake.
Mackenzie sat cross legged on the sofa in the living room, her hand wrapped around a cup as she looked at the television, now switched off, the room just lit by lights from the outside. Her mind is clearly racing as she hours earlier found out that she would be facing Mikah in now, less than a week. The sounds of footsteps can be heard behind her, but her focused mind keeps her lost in though. Charlotte sits next to her, but still not enough to break Mackenzie's intense stare. Charlotte scratches her head and look at her, clicking her fingers next to Mackenzie's head. Mackenzie slowly turns her head around, not the usual expected head snap most would do at being startled, and looks towards her.
"How long have you been there?" Mackenzie asks.
"Six days, seven hours, twenty two minutes and eighteen second." Charlotte replies with a slight smile. "Give or take."
Mackenzie curls up the left side of her lip as she smirks at Charlotte.
"Give or take a day or two." Mackenzie says as she puts her head down.
"What's on your mind?" Charlotte asks. "Usually by now, you're dead to the world, snoring away."
Mackenzie turns her body around, her legs still crossed as she looks towards Charlotte with a tilted head.
"You want the truth?" Mackenzie asks her.
Charlotte nods, looking at her friend with slight concern. Nothing was ever gonna get Mackenzie down, she was mentally strong and took everything in her stride.
"You know when you feel like you've been given a huge chance, then you look at it and think there's gonna be a catch?" Mackenzie says softly. "This match with Mikah is just that. People will sit there and say that I have this big chance against Mikah, but the truth is, one of us was just getting fed to her to try and keep her in the spotlight, no one expects either of us to win, just there so Mikah can spout her boring shit out there again about someone not being worthy. She's got someone under her thumb here to protect her."
"Protect her?" Charlotte says confused.
"She's fucking protected mate." Mackenzie says firmly. "She's got someone in her fucking pocket here. Someone out there is giving her an easy ride in her mind, bending to her will. I don't know who, but she's got an angel on her shoulder, just making life easy for her, making her look good. Like Dani was, one of us was just gonna be the next to give that silly tart a chance to moan about competition on Twitter."
"It's her personality." Charlotte says "She's a born whiner. Crystal was competition, Crystal has beat her in the past, yet when she got the competition of someone who has beaten her in the past, she moaned about that."
"Yeah, she moaned about that." Mackenzie agrees "Then all of a sudden her opponents are once again people she can look down on. Personally, I don't wanna be part of the lets make Mikah look good show, just because she clearly has someone in her pocket."
"We did our history on her like we did on everyone else." Charlotte says with a smile. "We've seen her bounce from boss to boss."
"Whoever she has in her pocket this time, ain't a boss." Mackenzie says. "Just someone around that can make her look good. I think her little snuggle up to the bosses act went cold a long time ago."
Charlotte pushes the hair out of her eyes as she continues to look at Mackenzie.
"Well piss in their cornflakes." Charlotte tells her. "Go off script, go out there and make sure she knows she's in there for a fight. Hit her and hit her hard. You'll get away with it as a...."
Charlotte air quotes her next two words.
"Rookie mistake." She says with a smile. "If they wanna see you that way, act that way and pull off a major shock. She believes her own hype, show her that she's the only one that does. Show her that no one else does and that they're sick of it, they're sick of the Mikah show. Think of it like this. Dani was too nice the other week, maybe overawed by the occasion, first main event, first time against a champion like that. It's not like when she faced us and she was in the ring with people she knew, people she trusted, people she trained with, there was no pressure. You throw in a ring vet like Casey Williams in to the mix, she was relaxed."
"Maybe the occasion got to her, but what I wouldn't have gave to see her knock the hell out of Mikah." Mackenzie says with an evil smile.
"Same." Charlotte says. "But you've main evented, you've been in there with good people. Your mind isn't anything other than focused. There's no reason why you can't get in that ring and knock the living hell out of Mikah, bring her back to reality. Someone's gotta eventually, might as well be you."
Mackenzie remains silent, just slowly nodding her head.
"Don't worry about it." Charlotte tells her. "It's days away."
"I'm cutting the promo tomorrow morning." Mackenzie says to her. "Getting it out of the way."
Charlotte nods with approval.
"Good." Charlotte says. "Cause the next few days, we're scoping out that Casino on the outskirts. Gotta make real moves here, but in the meantime, you got this."
Charlotte puts a reassuring hand on Mackenzie shoulder and stands up as the camera fades out.
The morning after the night before.... Still fuck all excitement level. The night had gone through slowly for Mackenzie. While the others slept, her mind had been racing through, knowing she needed to be honest with people, knowing she needed to expose Mikah for the fraud she really is. While some people grew tired of the same old Mikah song and dance, Mackenzie had spent the night watching every little thing she could find out about Mikah, letting the wheels in her mind spin over as she learned more and more about the one who claimed to be about what SCW is all about. Mackenzie had found the flaws, and was ready to talk about each and every one of them, in hope that something changes.
Mackenzie sat alone on the balcony of the rented apartment, her eyes on the mountains in the distance, a focused yet thoughtful look on her face as she looked through the bright morning sun. The scene had it's charm, peaceful and calm, knowing that just down the road was the heartbeat of Nevada. Mackenzie takes a deep breath, as the camera focuses on the side of her face.
"I ain't gonna lie." She starts. "When I heard about this fucking match, I really didn't wanna pull the short straw out. I was happy to sit around and not be in the ring with Mikah and I bet you're all sitting there thinking I fear her. Get your dicks out of your hands for a second little fan boys, put your laminated pictures of Mikah down and listen. I don't fear Mikah, she fucking bleeds, there's nothing to fear there. You want the fucking truth about why I had zero urge to get in the ring with that fake thing?"
Mackenzie turns her head towards the camera.
"Because even if you beat the silly tart, it's pretty fucking meaningless." Mackenzie says firmly. "There's honest to fuck, no benefits of beating her at all, not even if that title was on the line. Absolutely no win in beating her. I know you're sitting there and thinking about what the fuck I mean, but if you open your eyes, you'll see it clearly. See, if you beat Mikah, there'll always be someone who's arse she has her tongue buried in, will always save her, will always help her save face. There'll always be someone there to be bent to protect the precious little barbie doll. It's been happening for fucking years. Something will always happen that will make her come up looking better for losing. If the woman fell in a pile of horse shit, whoever is the angel sitting on her shoulder will hose her down and make her smell like fucking roses."
Mackenzie shakes her head in disappointment.
"She's always had someone to make her smell like fucking roses." Mackenzie says firmly. "While the rest of the roster work their bollocks off, come up with ways to turn losses in to positives yet Mikah, she always seems to have someone to do that for her. The truth is, I could beat the living hell out of her, I could put on the match of a lifetime, and someone will sit and watch the match, focus on the one time where her foot may have slipped, and focus on that by saying, if she never slipped, she'd have never have lost."
Another disappointed headshake comes from Mackenzie.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the division headed by Mikah Green." Mackenzie says slowly. "The most protected woman in SCW."
Mackenzie looks up at the clear blue sky before looking down. She turns her head sideways on to look at the camera.
"I can almost hear her shrill voice questioning my protected comment there." She says raising her hand to her ear. "So let me get it through your slow little mind Barbie. Wasn't so long ago, your head was up Mark Ward's arse, was it? Wasn't that long ago when drinking contests with the boss was your way of keeping him onside. I did my research and yeah, you were all up in that, wasn't ya blondie? Kissing arse and getting up those ranks. Then when you used all you can from him, you cast him aside. Some fucking friend you were, it showed your true colours. Then it was on to Christian Underwood. When Mark stopped being useful, on to Christian to once again keep you where you was. Christian got used to suit your own selfish fucking needs. Now Christian doesn't seem to really care about ya, who's out there protecting you now?"
A stone cold look comes across Mackenzie's face.
"And don't say there's no one cause there's definately someone." Mackenzie says through gritted teeth. "The fact you've spent an SCW career cosing up to bosses shows there's always someone wrapped around your little finger that will try and make you look better. Someone is protecting you right now Mikah, because I don't see your title on the line. Someone sat there and thought sooner or later, someone is gonna shock you and take that belt, better make it non title. You're fucking protected and you know it as well as I do."
Mackenzie takes a slow deep breath.
"You're gonna sit there and say I don't deserves this match, just like you have done with everyone else like a broken record, but do you deserve to be where you are?" Mackenzie asks "Do you bollocks! If you never licked arse for years here, jumping the bones of a bigger star than you, latching on to Ward and Underwood, you'd be fuck all. Better keep hold of whoever is protecting you now, because you're running out of people to put it around to. You don't deserve to be where you are when you've spent your SCW career hiding behind bosses and sucking up to people with influence."
Mackenzie exhales sharply.
"You're a fucking fraud Mikah." Mackenzie says casually. "You have been from day one, and you will always be."
Mackenzie stands from her chair, moving towards the balcony, leaning her left arm on the top of the balcony and looking at the camera.
"I mean they spin your losses, how much more protected can you get?" Mackenzie asks rethorically. "Mikah didn't lose, there was intereference there..."
Mackenzie puts her right palm on her forehead.
"Jesus fucking wept." Mackenzie says as she covers her eyes for a second. "He weeps for days when he sees some of this bullshit that protects you Mikah. You're so protected, I can even tell you exactly how this match is gonna go if I win."
Mackenzie cracks her knuckles.
"The match will start off with you showing a little bit of force, then rolling your eyes as you usually do, complaining about being in the ring with me, then I'll smack you in the chops and you'll look all shocked." Mackenzie says. "Then somehow and I'm no so sure how, you'll manage to have most of the match, I might get in three moves, that's not because you're good, it just seems to be the standard Mikah match lately. Then I'll fire off this great comeback where I've got you in my back pocket and I'm about to finish ya, and you'll do something stupid like poke me in the eye when the referees not looking. Courtney Pierce will appear or her music will play, and it will distract you long enough for me to pick up the win."
A slight smile crosses Mackenzie's face
"Sound about right to everyone?" Mackenzie asks. "Your angel on your shoulder will be watching over you to somehow give you another out there where you can claim I didn't beat you, someone else did, rite that from the record, blah, blah, blah, let Mikah smell of roses once more and everyone who works their nuts off to build themselves up gets overlooked again. No one beats Mikah in a clean match, as soon as it looks that way, someone has a word with someone and shit hits the fan."
The smile disappears from Mackenzie's face.
"That's the gospel truth." Mackenzie says. "I wouldn't be surprised if Courtney Pierce is kicked down to interfere so I win by DQ, whatever it takes to protect a fraud of a champion."
Mackenzie nods once firmly.
"You're fucking deluded if you think you're anything other than a fraud of a champion." Mackenzie continues "You're a fraud because everyone around you makes you a fraud. You can't do it on your own, you have to brown nose and try and sway people on your side. Look at your fan base, they're just as deluded. I mean they gonna watch this promo and they're gonna sit there and pick faults to prove you're better. They're gonna throw the Mackenzie just sat there personally attacking Mikah bollocks, she didn't talk so much about the match, or they're gonna say that Mikah used less people in her promo, Mackenzie's promo had a lot of group stuff in it, so Mikah is so much better at this than Mackenzie, Mikah's gonna steamroll Mackenzie, and let's be fucking honest, you sit there and think the same. You sit there and think you're gonna walk right through me, you think you're gonna just toss me aside like nothing."
Mackenzie shakes her head.
"Fuck right off." She states. "You're not gonna steamroll me, you're not gonna walk through me like I'm not even there, you're not even gonna come fucking close to that. In your head, you've already underestimated me and what I can do. In your eyes, I'm just another rookie trying to make a name for themselves while you're sitting on the top of the mountain looking down at people. You want the truth, Mikah?"
Mackenzie smiles at the camera.
"You're just a piss poor, solo carbon copy of The Mean Girls." She says with a smile plastered on her face. "yeah, I fucking went there, and what?"
Her face turns to a serious look.
"Moan, bitch, look down on people." Mackenzie says with a calm tone. "Isn't that what The Mean Girls used to do? Sit there with their head up their own arses thinking they were better than everyone when in reality, it was just a distraction to hide who they really were. Sound familiar? Fucking should cause it's you all over. It's you down to a tee, yet people think you're all original? Nah sweetheart, you're far from original. You're just a knock off of all the other nose in the air people who claim no one deserves a damn thing. That's who you are, it's what you've been from day fucking one, and the simple fact is, it's tiring, it's old, it's dull, it's something that people don't wanna see and I ain't just talking about the fans, I'm talking about every single woman on this Bombshell roster because you have killed this division."
Mackenzie turns her body to face the camera completely and point.
"You heard me." Mackenzie says with a firmer point. "You've actually taken the division and killed it. Courtney Pierce is only up there cause Fenris dragged her arse through a tournament, the Gold Rush thing is to force people to face you. People don't want to because it's just fucking boring seeing you at the top. People would much rather sit around and do their own thing than go near you because they know you're just gonna spout the same shit you always let fall out of those fake lips of yours and people just don't wanna hear it. You've took the joy out of the division by basically repeating your promo shit word for word every damn opponent. It's like the only things that changes is the names. People don't wanna work with you at all. I'm sure not many people have broke the bosses door down trying to get a match with you, because you're just drama. Little clique going on in the Mikah bubble and people just don't wanna be involved. People don't wanna see you all over the show, it ain't all about you, it's fucked this division because no one wants to be anywhere near your little constant soap opera and pointless chats with random people. Fuck knows why random people would even wanna talk to you so you can do the same thing you do every week, yawn, roll your eyes and try and put someone down. There's fuck all real about you Mikah, and people are sick of your shit."
Mackenzie tilts her head slightly to the left.
"Constant fucking drama, people would rather open the show then get caught up in the bollocks." Mackenzie says seriously. "You brought that one on yourself, no one wants to get close to you and a lot of people are embarrassed that you're even a champion. This is not speculation it's fucking facts darling. Everyone is so over the Mikah show and we all hope that someday, you stop pissing around and actually fuck off."
Mackenzie points her hand away as a clear indication of wanting Mikah to go.
"We're not stupid, we can read between the lines." Mackenzie says "We know every time you lose, you turn in to this big baby who contemplates retirement. People have seen it on social media, every single fucking time. Oh I lost, I might retire, blah blah blah. You're a fucking adult, act like one either shit or get off the pot, one or the other, I don't care but I will tell you what everyone wants you to do. They want you to go, they want you out of here, they want you moving on because maybe some life might come back in the women's division, we won't have to watch your soap opera or listen to you moan, complain, lick arse, act like you got your spot rather than being giving it because of the arse licking and SCW will become a better place. No more debating it darling, next time you lose, by that I mean Sunday, take a walk, choose your husband for a change and put him first rather than putting hanging out with Kris Ryans first. Go actually live up to those wedding vows and be a wife, cause as a wrestler, it's finished for ya."
Mackenzie puts her hands together, looking seriously down the camera.
"I'm gonna give you the biggest reason to retire Mikah." Mackenzie says. "Look at it like this. I'm a rookie in your eyes, haven't wrestled a match in weeks, I suspect you're gonna say I've wrestled no one that big or that great and of course you're gonna say I don't deserve it, and haven't earned my spot. Hell, if you've pulled yourself away from Kris Ryans and a mirror to do some research, you might have learned that this is my first ever singles match, first not only in SCW but literary ever. Now how's it gonna feel when you lose cleanly to a rookie with ring rust, who doesn't deserve it and who has not earned their spot, in their first ever singles match?"
A thoughtful look crosses her face.
"I'd say pretty fucking embarrassing, wouldn't you?" Mackenzie asks. "That should very much help with your choice to retire after you lose to me. I know you'll be on Twitter once again thinking about your future like ten minutes after the match, so don't think about the loss, think about who you lost to and how you lost, because if Courtney Pierce appears to help you save face to help me out, or to give me just a DQ win, her broken hand will be the last of her problems, because I'll be making Charlotte break more than her hand. Sunday night, you're gonna hit a very low point in your career if you believe those words you're gonna say about me, because I'm bringing the disappointment just for you. It's about time someone brought you down a peg or two, it's about time that someone burst that little bubble you've been living in, it's about time someone showed you SCW is not all about Mikah, it never has been and it never will be, just a fake arse Mean Girl, who fell in to the right beds, nothing more, nothing less and on Sunday, you will be coming down to earth with one hell of a crash, one hell of a thump, because I'm gonna show everyone that the moaning little girl who moans about competition and moans when there isn't competition is not as good as she thinks she is."
Confidence flows over the face as through the body of Mackenzie.
"Bombshell roster take notice of this one." Mackenzie tells them. "Cause after I beat Mikah on Sunday, I have the fucking power to change everything. I can sit there and argue the case that Courtney Pierce can fuck right off to the back of the line, cause she's done fuck all since she's been back. I can sit there and say to whoever wins the Gold Rush tournament to go keep Courtney company because after Sunday, I would have beaten the Bombshell champion, and jumping right to the front of the line. I won't have to be ignored because it will be putting Mikah on notice and the staff have always given people who have won non title matches a shot at champions, after Sunday Mikah, if you don't run and retire first, I could take that shot at anytime and finally put an end to this all about Mikah bollocks. Sunday's gonna be a warning for ya, it's gonna be a sharp reminder about who you really are and how the mighty can and will fall."
Her face changes to a serious look.
"So get yourself ready for one hell of a match Mikah." Mackenzie says. "Expect to take move than three moves cause I'm not like anyone else you've faced in the last few months, I'm coming for the throat, I'm coming for you on behalf of every fan tired of seeing you five times a show, I'm coming for ya for every bombshell sitting in the back watching you suck the life out of the division, I'm coming for you for everyone you've ever looked down your nose at in your life, I'm coming at ya for everyone you've cast aside when someone new came along. I'm coming for ya for everyone you've ever treated like shit in your life, for everyone you've ever had a bad thought about because all these people stand united against Mikah and I will do them all proud while dragging you back to reality."
Mackenzie moves closer to the camera.
"Basically Mikah..." Mackenzie starts. "You're fucked!"
Mackenzie walks past the camera and in to the apartment, past a very surprised looking Daniel, Charlotte and Osbourne, each having stood to listen to Mackenzie's promo. The group look around each other as the camera fades.
The anger had slightly gone from Mackenzie by the time Wednesday evening had rolled around, the thoughts of embarrassing Mikah had eased from her mind and it was back to business, real business, the other business. Dressed in casual jeans and a black shirt, the member of London Underground sat next to Daniel at a blackjack table at The Golden Ring casino on the outskirts of Las Vegas. On the other side of Daniel sat Charlotte Elliot, looking down at the cards in front of her, while Osbourne sat at the other end. The casino had seen better days, more than a lick of paint was needed for this unpopular nightspot, although it was one of the first Casino's you would see entering in to the famed strip area, not many stopped by to see this place, all eager to get to the famous casinos glamorised by countless movies.
"This place is fucking dingy." Mackenzie comments. "Why are we here rather than try and force our way in to something bigger, more profitable?"
"We've all gotta start somewhere." Daniel tells her. "And this is pretty much an easy target. A little crew have been terrorizing this place for a while, the owner is too stubborn to give in to them, we're here to show him we can get rid of his rat problem."
Daniel turns his head towards Charlotte.
"Give us the rundown on these people and this place again." Daniel tells her
"It's basically on land worth far more than the casino" Charlotte explains. "Far more. A little two bit crew of just four main people and about ten little rats are trying to become a family, those top four were rejected by bigger organizations. This is them trying to make their move to prove they're big boys. By getting this Casino and the land, they can see it off for millions. They think they can bully the owner in to selling."
"And the owner won't sell because?" Mackenzie asks.
"Family business." Charlotte says. "He has pride. Now I don't think he'll sell it all to us but a part of it, he might be willing to if we help him with his problem."
"Catch more flies with honey." Daniel tells them.
"And we're here to check this place out?" Mackenzie questions.
"A little birdie has told me that certain little mobsters are going to attack this place tonight." Charlotte says with a smile. "We stop that, we get some favour with the owner, the owner sees we'll be assets and before the end of the night, we own a casino."
"Hope your little birdie is right." Mackenzie says with an evil looking smile. "Cause I'm in the mood for a little punch up."
"You're always in the mood for a little punch up." Daniel says with a smile.
Daniel looks down at his cards and taps the table, indicating he wants another card. A man approaches from the side, clearly enjoying alcohol a little too much as he stumbles towards him. Osbourne sees him out of the corner of his eyes and stands up, causing the other three to turn their heads to look towards him. Daniel shakes his head but the man moves closer to them, standing just a few feet away.
"Hey, you're those London Underground people." The man says with a loud voice. "I so need to ask something."
Daniel looks at the man, deciding to humour him.
"And what's that?" Daniel asks.
"All that shit with Fenris." The man says. "Is it true? Does he really like the meat?"
Daniel stands up, turning around to the man, the girls eyes firmly on their boss as Osbourne moves to Daniel's side.
"How should I know?" Daniel says. "If it's true, it's no one's business but his. People print shit about wrestlers all the time, but it's not my business to talk about it, not yours either. Shit gets printed so wally's will buy the magazines and stuff. I always got told never to put ya nose in people's business unless you want it snapped off. I couldn't give a monkeys about what happens in Fenris' life, nor could I give a monkeys who he chooses to wake up next to."
Daniel turns back around, leaving the man to stand there confused but the man shrugs his shoulders and decides to move on. Osbourne watches the man move away before turning back to the table. Mackenzie eyes stare across the room.
"I think your little birdie might have been spot on." Mackenzie says, nodding her head in a direction to her left.
The groups eyes revert to where Mackenzie's cold hard stare is looking, as three men enter the casino holding baseball bats.
"Three out of the four top guys." Charlotte says, not taking her eyes off them. "I've seen their pics when I did research."
Mackenzie moves to stand up but Daniel puts a hard on her shoulder.
"Just watch." he tells her
The men walk through the casino but a much older man runs towards them.
"Get the hell out of my casino." the older man says. "I'm not taking this anymore."
"You wouldn't have to take it old man, if you'd just sell this place to us." One of them tells him as he pushes past him.
"I'm not selling to low lives like you." The man says. "I'd rather be dead"
"That wish could come true for you if you don't sell." a second man says. "We will come back here every single day if we have to, till you decide to sell us what we want. You should take the money before you end up broke replacing everything."
The second man looks towards the third man who lifts the baseball bat and swings in towards a slot machine, the sound of smashing glass draws the attention of the very few people in the casino. The men push the owner to the ground before taking aim at another machine, swinging and shattering the glass. The first man to speak moves over to the table where the group sit and smashes the baseball bat across the table, causing the four members of London Underground to stand up.
"Now that's just impolite." Daniel tells him. "I was winning at that point and now it feels like a loss."
"You're gonna lose more than that buddy if you don't scram." The man says to Daniel.
"You see I don't think so mate." Daniel tells him as he moves around the table. "I don't think I'm gonna lose anything today, in fact, I think I'm gonna gain a whole lot of things today."
"You don't know who you're messing with." The man tells Daniel.
Daniel smiles, his calmness filling up the room as the others stand nearby.
"It's funny." Daniel says looking the man in the eyes. "I was gonna say the exact same thing to you."
Before the man can respond, Mackenzie grabs him by the hand and twists his arm around, grabbing the man by the head and slamming it hard in to the disrupted table. The man drops the baseball bat and Mackenzie slams his head harder in to the table, watching his skull bounce off the wood. She lifts his head back and smashes him hard in the nose before dropping him to the floor and putting her foot across his throat. The other two men look across seeing the action and move angrily towards the group, but Osbourne moves in front of them as the man swings the baseball bat. Osbourne catches it with his strong hand and rips it from the mans grasp and tosses it over his shoulder. A look of fear crosses the man's face but Osbourne levels him with a massive shot to the face, knocking him down with one huge punch. The third man looks at them, a complete look of indecision on his face, but before he can react, Charlotte blast him in the knee, dropping the man from his vertical base before smashing him in the back of the head with a kick. She pulls him to his feet towards Daniel, holding him in front of Daniel, her forearm wrapped around his throat.
"Now we have a real problem." Daniel tells him. "See tonight, we came here looking to do a little business, but you've come in here and made a bit of a mess. Now we know why you've made a bit of a mess, and I don't really like it. In fact, you could say I very much hate it. I hate it to the point that I don't want to see that mush around here again, or any of those piss poor people you are trying to turn in to the mafia. The real mobsters must be looking at you and laughing."
"Who the fuck are you?" the man struggles to say.
"Think of us like the A Team, here to clean up little scum bags like you." Daniel tells him leaning closer. "Here's a secret, we want the same thing, except we think about things a little better and we're gonna walk in here and take what we want. You've played a big part in that cause now the owner sees us as heroes and you guys as complete dickheads. So here is what's gonna happen, you're gonna tell me right now where the fourth boss is hiding, and we're gonna go kick the shit out of him, then you're gonna go home, pack up your bags and try somewhere else, like Atlantic City. So where is the other guy who just didn't wanna be here tonight?"
The man struggles to breathe, but utters out two words.
"Fuck you!" He says.
"You're not that lucky son." Daniel tells him. "Break his neck, and we'll have a chat with one of his partners here."
"No, no, no." The man says desperately. "He's at our clubhouse, it's a mile down the road. It's the old gas station."
"We passed that as we came in." Mackenzie remembers. "I know where that is."
"Looks like you and Os have somewhere to go." Daniel tells her before looking at Charlotte. "Choke that dickhead out."
Charlotte does as she told, lower the man down and his lights go out, joining his two amigos in the land of nod.
"Come on then big fella." Mackenzie says with a nod to Os. "Let's go say hi to the other tosser."
Osbourne nods as he and Mackenzie turn and make for the exit. Daniel walks over to the owner and reaches down a hand, lifting the man to his feet.
"Thank you so much." The man says to Daniel.
"You're very welcome." Daniel tells the man. "I'm Daniel J Morgan, this is Charlotte Elliot"
"Bob Howard." The man replies as he shakes his hand, and then Charlotte's hand.
"Looks like you've had a little trouble here." Daniel tells him.
"Only for the last six months." Bob replies. "They want me to sell the place to them, but they're scum bags. Fact is, I might have to sell the place. As you can see, we're not exactly busy, and those goons cost me so much, the insurance premium is always going up."
"Well maybe we can help you there." Daniel tells him. "We're looking to buy a casino and this place has a certain charm to it. We'd be willing to buy half of it, so you don't have to go, cover those repairs, give it a lick of paint and have fourteen top security boys here within twenty four hours to make sure you never have trouble again. We'd pay you seven figures for that, transferable the second the papers are signed."
Bob looks at Daniel with a look of surprise on his face.
"Tell ya what." Daniel says "Let's go for a little chat in your office shall we? but before we do, don't suppose you got any zip ties around, have ya?"
Meanwhile, half a mile or so down the road....
Osbourne drives the 1967 Chevy Impala down the road, Mackenzie Page sitting at his side as the car cruises down the empty road, eating up the space within no time at all. Mackenzie points to the side of the road, Osbourne glances his eyes towards where she it pointing.
"That's it." She tells him. "Right over there."
Osbourne slows down the car on the other side of the road of the disused gas station, the fuel pumps long gone, yet the building, presumably an old convenience store, and new clubhouse to the crew that just met London Underground, still stands. Mackenzie looks across at the place.
"The fuck is this place?" She asks Osbourne. "You got no men on the outside guarding it, no look outs anywhere, no security cameras, nothing at all. It's a fucking joke."
Osbourne looks across, looking for anything that Mackenzie mentioned, yet he too can not see any level of security.
"Move the car around to the side." Mackenzie orders. "Maybe there's a window or something to see what we're walking in to."
Osbourne does as he's told and moves the car around, where one small window can be seen. The two look towards it, seeing just one man in there, working by lamplight. Mackenzie looks closer, looking between where the man sits and the entrance, spying no one else in the building.
"Ok, this set up is piss poor." She tells Osbourne. "Get me closer to the door and I'll smoke this guy out."
Osbourne moves the car slowly towards the main entrance, trying to keep it moving as quietly as possible before parking towards the side of the door.
"Alright." She says as she puts her hand on the handle to get out of the car. "drunk chick, my car broke down or help he's trying to kill me?"
Osbourne rubs his chin before holding up three fingers.
"Help he's trying to kill me it is." She says with a smile.
Mackenzie steps out of the car as does Osbourne, who stands next to the door. Mackenzie makes her way to the door and stand outside, putting her hand towards her mouth.
"HELP! HELP!" She screams out. "HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!"
She looks across at Osbourne, her hands out in front of her, looking for his approval, but he holds up only six fingers. Mackenzie raises her middle finger towards him.
"PLEASE HELP!" She shouts out. "HE'S GOT A KNIFE!"
The door of the building swings open, man sitting at the table bursts through.
"What's going on out here?" He asks in an angry tone.
"Oh thank god." Mackenzie says in her best fake relieved tone. "This guy, he's trying to kill me!"
The man looks around, not seeing anyone around.
"What guy?" The man asks. "There's no one around."
Mackenzie fake scared face quickly disappears as she smiles at the man, the fear disappearing from her voice.
"That guy." She says normally with a point towards Osbourne
The man turns around to see Osbourne standing behind him. Osbourne wraps his hand around his throat and forces him back in to the building, lifting him high and throwing him in to the table he was working out. He crashes down but reaches in to his inside pocket. Mackenzie enters the building and moves towards him, punching him hard in the throat. She reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a small firearm.
"Tut tut tut." She says. "Naughty, naughty"
She holds the small gun in her hand as Osbourne lifts the man and places him in the chair. Mackenzie waves the gun at him.
"Is that a way to treat guests?" Mackenzie says looking at the man with a serious look.
"Who the fuck are you?" He says aggressively.
"I'm the person that's here to invite you to a little party." Mackenzie says. "The one who has come to tell you about coming to join your other three mates at The Golden Ring. I mean they're a little unconscious right now but I'm sure when they wake up, they'll be happy to see you."
"The fuck you talking about lady?" He asks.
"What I'm talking about is your three little partners in your piss poor stick up crew, that wants to make moves, came a little bit unstuck tonight." Mackenzie says with a slight evil smile "Well, to be very honest, they got a bit fucked up tonight and they're in a whole world of trouble right now, which puts you in a whole world of trouble. They tried to do naughty things to what I can only presume right now, is a business owned by my boss and we can't have that, so my boss is inviting you to come and have a little sit down to talk about what you did and how you're gonna act in the fucking future"
The man tries to stand up but Osbourne holds him in the chair, not letting the man rise to his feet.
"I ain't going anywhere." He tells her.
Mackenzie holds the gun at the man's head.
"You're gonna do what I fucking say." Mackenzie tells him with a raised voice. "Nothing more, nothing less, everything that I say."
The man smiles at Mackenzie, his eyes on the gun for just a second.
"You ain't got the guts lady." he says with a smirk.
Without hesitation Mackenzie moves the gun slightly to the right and pulls the trigger, the bullet flying past the mans face by inches. Mackenzie eyes widen, a complete look of coldness on her face, while Osbourne's normal cold look turns to surprise. The man in the chairs look turn to fear as Mackenzie turns the gun back to the middle of the man's head.
"I swear to God, if you call me lady again, I'm gonna shoot you in the fucking face!" She tells him. "Now I said you're coming with us to meet our boss and you're gonna do just that!"
Mackenzie reaches down and pulls the table away, casting it to one side. She looks down at the man and up at him in disgust.
"Did you just piss your pants?" She says with a disgusted tone.
"What would you do if someone just fired a fucking gun next to your head." The man says with a shaky voice.
"You're fucking disgusting." She tells him. "Stand up."
The man does what he's told and Mackenzie reaches towards the front of his suit, taking the handkerchief from his top pocket. She points towards the door and the man walks past her, but Mackenzie hits him with the barrel of the gun on the back of his head, causing the man to fall to the floor.
"That's for calling me lady, ya little bitch." She says to the man. "Go put him in the trunk, and try not to get piss on your suit."
Osbourne slowly shakes his head, opting to reach down and drag the man along by the upper body. Mackenzie uses the handkerchief to wipe her fingerprints from the gun and drops the gun on the floor. She walks out of the door to see Osbourne throwing the man's unconscious body in to the trunk of the car. Mackenzie looks at Osbourne with a smile.
"Well, that went well" She observes.
Osbourne raises his right hand to mimic a gun and points to the side of his head, a clear attempt to ask what he was thinking.
"Oh relax sweaty." Mackenzie says moving to the front of the car. "No one got shot."
Mackenzie steps in to the car as Osbourne shakes his head.
Back at the casino. Daniel sits in the office of Bob Howard, owner of The Golden Ring casino. On the sofa in the office, the three men who tried to attack the casino earlier sit with their hand zip tied behind their backs, flopped against each other in a state of semi consciousness. Bob sits behind his desk and looks across at Daniel on the other side.
"I don't know." he says apprehensively. "I don't really know you, I don't know your background or if you're blowing smoke up my ass."
"I own businesses all over London." Daniel tells him. "Google me, you'll see that I'm pretty well off, and have a habit of turning around businesses. It's a speciality of mine to do that. I just have the knack for it."
The man leans towards the computer on the desk and types away as Daniel leans back in the chair. He searches for Daniel name, with links to various news items appearing about Daniel's legitimate side of his life. Bob speed reads through an article.
"You gave that much to charities?" He asks.
"I give a lot to charities around my area." Daniel tells him. "It's a part of giving back to the area that gave me life. Too many people in this world are all take and no give backs, people more likely to piss on ya than smile at ya. I made the money, my area needs it, they got it."
Bob looks across at Daniel unsure what to think.
"Let me put it this way." Daniel says "It look like you need cash around here. You're not on the main strip, your rep for getting trouble because of the three stooges over there has driven people away, the place looks run down and clearly needs upgrades on security."
"What security?" Bob says. "We can't afford good security."
"With my help, you can." Daniel tells him. "This will be one of the most secure buildings in Vegas. Once it gets a bit of a facelift too, you'll be making a ton of cash out of this place, even with half the ownership."
"I don't know if I even wanna keep this place going anymore." Bob tells Daniel.
"I'll tell ya what then." Daniel says to him. "I'll buy seventy percent of this place and take over running it myself, you can retire to hotter climates with thirty percent of the profits heading your way for life or until you wanna sell the rest of it. No work, no cost, no little wankers like that giving you grief. Name stays the same, I just continue your family legacy."
Bob scratches his head.
"No work, just money?" Bob asks.
"For life." Daniel tells him.
Bob sits back in his chair, thinking about Daniel's words.
"Ok." He says. "You have a deal. Just need to talk numbers."
Bob reaches over and shakes Daniel's hand as the office door opens and Mackenzie leads Osbourne in to the room, dragging the forth man through the door. Charlotte follows them through, patiently waiting for Osbourne and Mackenzie to return to direct them to the office. Osbourne drops the man, but Daniel sniffs the air.
"Fuck is that?" He asks.
"He pissed himself." Mackenzie replies.
"What, why?" Daniel asks curiously.
Osbourne points at Mackenzie and makes the sign of a gun with his free hand. Daniel raises his head and cranks his neck back, but quickly shakes it off.
"Wake him up." Daniel orders.
Mackenzie stands over the man and stomps on him below the belt, causing him to sit up, his eyes wide and holding the effected area. The man looks around confused but Daniel points to the sofa. Osbourne reaches down and grabs the man, lifting him up and throwing him on to the sofa next to the three semi conscious men. Daniel stands up and moves towards the man.
"What's going on?" He says confused.
Mackenzie moves closer to him.
"Well hello again sleepyhead." She says with a wicked smile.
The man shuffles along the sofa, trying to move away from Mackenzie.
"Keep that psycho bitch away from me." He says with fear running through his voice. "I don't want her near me!"
"Shut up and listen sunshine." Daniel tells the man. "My name is Daniel J Morgan. It's a name you're gonna hear a lot now and in the future, and this casino you're sitting in, is now partly mine. Now my business partner, Mr. Howard has been telling me that you have been a constant pain in his arse, trying to get your hands on this place. Well as the new owner, I'm here to tell you that you will not get your hands on this place, not now, not ever."
Daniel moves a little closer.
"And here's what you are gonna do, unless you'd like a little visit from my friend here every day until you listen." He says pointing towards Mackenzie.
Mackenzie drops her head a little, smiling towards the man, instantly making him shuffle once more as nervousness runs through his body.
"You're gonna wake your little friends up and you're all gonna go home." Daniel tells him. "You're gonna pack up your bags and you're gonna disappear. I don't care where but you better make it a very good hiding spot, because we can pretty much find anyone. If your faces pop up on my radar again, I will be a very unhappy man and when I'm unhappy, people tend to wake up with bruises from hospital beds. Do I make myself clear?"
The man looks at Mackenzie and back to Daniel.
"Very clear." The man says nervously "Just keep her away from me. She's got a screw loose."
"Wanna see how many are loose?" Mackenzie says moving towards him.
The man moves away from her as much as he can as Mackenzie smiles at him. Daniel moves towards the desk, taking a bottle of water from it and unscrewing the cap, moving over towards the semi conscious men and pouring it over their heads, bringing them back around to a more conscious state. He moves back over towards the desk and picks up a small pair of scissors, and heads back towards them.
"Stand up and turn around." He instructs them.
The men listen and Daniel clip the zip ties from the back of their hands.
"Now I got a lot of work to do, so piss off." Daniel instructs them. "And if I see you anywhere ever again, I will end you, do I make myself clear?"
The men nod in unison and Daniel looks towards Osbourne.
"Show them out." He tells him.
Osbourne nods and he and Charlotte exit the room with the four men. Daniel looks towards Mackenzie.
"Right. I'll call David." He says to Mackenzie. "See if he can spare a couple of the lads to have a nice little holiday in Vegas till we get things settled. Need to get in touch with security people, get this place cameraed up, get some decorators to come and have a butchers, and staff. We need to find more staff."
"I can help with the staff now." Mackenzie tells Daniel. "I know someone looking for a little bit of extra work. I'll make a call."
"Alright, let me know." Daniel tells Mackenzie before turning back towards Bob. "Right, let's talk price and get this done."
Daniel sits back down at the desk as Mackenzie exits the room. She reaches in to her pocket and pulls out a phone. She quickly unlocks it and hits the phonebook, looking for a certain name. Clicking it, she holds the phone to her ear and waits for a response. Eventually she gets one.
"Dani, it's Kenz." She starts as Dani Weston's voice answers the phone. "How ya doing?"
Mackenzie waits for a reply from Dani before continuing talking.
"All good here." She replies to Dani. "That thing we was talking about the other night about work. Something just came up here and I think I can help you out a little bit..."
Well, that's all we have time for here, but you wanna see how that talk came about? Wanna see the other end of this conversation? Wanna see where it all leads? I think maybe you should go switch over to Dani Weston's promo then, don't you?