We fade up on a very cluttered poker table surrounded by several people in various stages of undress who appear to all be sleeping. The table is filled with poker chips of various colors that have markers from different casinos. There are also pieces of clothing on top of the piles of chips and other trinkets like rings, a pair of hand cuffs and what appears to be a prosthetic arm. Bottles of different types of spirits can be seen. In the middle of it all, is Aleksei Koji. He wears a black and purple FCKH8T t-shirt and a top hat. His coat is next to it, covering up a young woman who appears to be wearing nothing else. Aleksei opens his bleary eyes a little bit and looks around. He chuckles a little bit and gets up slowly as not to disturb those that are sleeping. He has managed somehow to keep his pants on.
After tiptoeing around the table we see that Aleksei is in a camper. It is a very nice camper that is only slightly trashed by the party that happened. Aleksei has to step over other people as he makes his way to the front door. He opens the door and the bright light of day comes crashing in. You can hear a moan from a few of the party people inside as Aleksei sneaks outside to get some dessert air.
The camper is somewhere outside Reno. Danny, Aleksei Koji’s number one fan, is leaning up against the camper in the little bit of shade that is left. He has lost most of his clothes but has remained fairly decent, and has kept his chains. He wakes up when he hears Aleksei.
Danny: W...where is my camera?
Aleksei: You lost it to that one armed hooker.
Danny: Well great...just great. First you lose your match and now I lose my camera!
Aleksei: Yeah but I won this camper at the end of the night so the fates still shine on travelers. Don’t worry about the camera. I also won the services of this tech guy, he is going to set up a webshow for us. It is the new future.
Aleksei pulls out the keys to the camper with a child like grin. He looks out to the cars that are gathered around the camper. There are about four campers still hanging on and half a dozen cars. Some people are up doing the walk of shame, but most are still trying to sleep last night off.
Aleksei: I see about half of our horde has gone home. That figures. American’s love the winners. Imagine how big this group will be when I win the tag team titles.
Danny gets up brushing dust and glitter off his body. The poor scrawny Russian looks confused in the harsh morning light.
Danny: You don’t even have a partner.
Aleksei: Eh...details. So I was thinking about last night. It was a good match, yah?
Danny shrugs at first but then nods. He would have rathered seen his cousin as a champion but can’t deny he put on a hell of a show.
Aleksei: I had fun even if I didn’t win, and I was happy to see the title taken from Kennedy. Still I would of liked to win the thing. The thing is, in a brawl I would always put my money on me, but a wrestling ring is different. I need to get more ring skills Danny!
Danny: Yah, and how do you do that?
Aleksei: I figure I have to focus more...and that means one of two things. Either I have to start drinking less or I need to start training...at least a little bit. And we both know I am no fun when I am sober.
Aleksei and Danny both laugh.
Aleksei: I will find someone to train me...maybe I will even join a gym or some shit like that. The fact is that the fans want to see me win and the fans are the people who mostly buy my drinks. So my that logic I need to win to keep drinking. Not to mention I like these American fans. They are so much fun to corrupt. Now for the sake of the gods Danny, get some clothes on and tell everyone we are leaving today. Next stop...Vegas!
