Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 5, 2017 14:50:37 GMT
Sunday morning and The Bad Ass One is standing in his hotel suite on the balcony overlooking the strip sipping on a coffee while wearing silk boxers. It was one hell of a pre super bowl party in Vegas last night and everyone was hopping including the Bad Ass Hotel. It’s peaceful right now and James is soaking in the peace and quiet, until….
“Mister Kelloggs…” his butler Harold says.
“What is it Harold.” James says his voice harsh and raw.
“You have a visitor sir.”
James looks at his watch, a diamond encrusted Rolex. “Who in the hell is bothering me at this ungodly hour?” It being almost noon.
“A Joe Jones?”
James sighs. “Fine. Tell him I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Yes sir.”
Harold disappears and James takes another sip of his coffee and turns and wanders back into the master bedroom where two female bodies are curled up sound asleep on the bed. Who they are we have no clue. James sets his coffee down and picks up his robe and slides into it.
In the other room Joe is standing in front of the double sliding door that leads out onto another balcony that overlooks the strip. He is wearing a white three piece suit with silver toed boots and as James walks in to greet him he whistles.
“Look at you all dolled up.”
“Are you hitting on me little man?”
James scowls as Joe spins around to face him with a smile on his face. His hair that he has been growing out some is slicked back.
“You know I hate that.”
“And yet when I call you the little man, I speak the truth.”
“Mother…” James says under his breath.
Joe slaps his hands together and steps away from the window. James notices a couple of boxes on his leather couch.
“What is all this crap?” The Bad Ass One asks.
“Did you speak with your lawyers?”
Still looking at the 4 big boxes. “I did. What’s up with the boxes?”
“And?”
“They said with your idea we’re good to go. It’s all legal like. Seriously, What the fuck is up with the boxes?”
“I thought you could build yourself a little clubhouse out of them.”
James shoots Joe a nasty look.
“You’ll find inside of them our stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Stuff we’ll need Friday. Did you find that Prestige title?”
“Yeah I did.”
“Great! Oh….You’ll need….” Joe punches one of the boxes open and reaches inside and pulls out one half of the UWL Tag Team championship belts that Joe had when he was the tag champs with one fresh faced, clean shaven NASCAR Billy. “This.” He hands it to James.
James looks at it and looks at Joe. “You sure about this?”
Joe smirks. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. This has to work.”
James takes the belt. “It better. I don’t have time for mickey mouse lawsuits with the Raiders coming to town.”
“Is that still on? I heard what his face over at the Sands backed out of it.”
“He ain’t the only billionaire in town.”
“Didn’t know you had a billion.”
“Not yet I don’t.”
Just then one of James’s female house guest wanders out of the bedroom holding a sheet up to her bare body. Both James and Joe look at her. Joe nods to greet her.
“Ma’am.”
“What time is it?” Sounding like she’s about to have a panic attack.
“Why?” James asks.
Joe snaps his fingers. “I’ve seen you! Yeah! You’re getting married today aren’t you? I saw the wedding photo in the lobby. Hey! Isn’t that like right now?”
“Jesus…..” She says as she hurries back in the room to get dressed.
“Jesus isn’t going to very happy about this, this I know.” Joe says.
Fade out.
“Mister Kelloggs…” his butler Harold says.
“What is it Harold.” James says his voice harsh and raw.
“You have a visitor sir.”
James looks at his watch, a diamond encrusted Rolex. “Who in the hell is bothering me at this ungodly hour?” It being almost noon.
“A Joe Jones?”
James sighs. “Fine. Tell him I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Yes sir.”
Harold disappears and James takes another sip of his coffee and turns and wanders back into the master bedroom where two female bodies are curled up sound asleep on the bed. Who they are we have no clue. James sets his coffee down and picks up his robe and slides into it.
In the other room Joe is standing in front of the double sliding door that leads out onto another balcony that overlooks the strip. He is wearing a white three piece suit with silver toed boots and as James walks in to greet him he whistles.
“Look at you all dolled up.”
“Are you hitting on me little man?”
James scowls as Joe spins around to face him with a smile on his face. His hair that he has been growing out some is slicked back.
“You know I hate that.”
“And yet when I call you the little man, I speak the truth.”
“Mother…” James says under his breath.
Joe slaps his hands together and steps away from the window. James notices a couple of boxes on his leather couch.
“What is all this crap?” The Bad Ass One asks.
“Did you speak with your lawyers?”
Still looking at the 4 big boxes. “I did. What’s up with the boxes?”
“And?”
“They said with your idea we’re good to go. It’s all legal like. Seriously, What the fuck is up with the boxes?”
“I thought you could build yourself a little clubhouse out of them.”
James shoots Joe a nasty look.
“You’ll find inside of them our stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Stuff we’ll need Friday. Did you find that Prestige title?”
“Yeah I did.”
“Great! Oh….You’ll need….” Joe punches one of the boxes open and reaches inside and pulls out one half of the UWL Tag Team championship belts that Joe had when he was the tag champs with one fresh faced, clean shaven NASCAR Billy. “This.” He hands it to James.
James looks at it and looks at Joe. “You sure about this?”
Joe smirks. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. This has to work.”
James takes the belt. “It better. I don’t have time for mickey mouse lawsuits with the Raiders coming to town.”
“Is that still on? I heard what his face over at the Sands backed out of it.”
“He ain’t the only billionaire in town.”
“Didn’t know you had a billion.”
“Not yet I don’t.”
Just then one of James’s female house guest wanders out of the bedroom holding a sheet up to her bare body. Both James and Joe look at her. Joe nods to greet her.
“Ma’am.”
“What time is it?” Sounding like she’s about to have a panic attack.
“Why?” James asks.
Joe snaps his fingers. “I’ve seen you! Yeah! You’re getting married today aren’t you? I saw the wedding photo in the lobby. Hey! Isn’t that like right now?”
“Jesus…..” She says as she hurries back in the room to get dressed.
“Jesus isn’t going to very happy about this, this I know.” Joe says.
Fade out.