Post by KingBear on May 14, 2013 3:50:16 GMT -4
A scribbled piece of paper sits on a cherry desk in the office with the name KingBear written across the glass of the door. A hand scratches off yet another name on the list in black pen before the click of a phone hanging up can be heard.
Crazy Boy- AWOL
The Psycho Kid- Cant find any of his money
Hawkeye- Owns a japanese fed, lost everything
Hyper Elf- Bought an island, named it Donutavia
James Daniels- DEAD
Alex Stall- Answered the call but never said a word
Billy Styles- Changed his number
Sublime- Too many visits to the plastic surgeon, unable to decide if he/she wants to be a man or a woman
Amanda Hallsworth- Cant get the nerve to call her
Rhaps- Sunk his money into a new brand of Ice Cream and anything else related to Ice Cream
Demon- Dead?
Metal Dragon- Got a pickle surprise, ended up in the mental institution, money locked up for medical bills.
Matt Oliviera- Talked a big talk, offered money but unable to back it up.
The pen in the large hand of Big Sexy hovered over the last name on the list. Dejected, KingBear looked at the bottom drawer of his desk before opening it and producing a bottle of Seagrams 7 Whiskey and a glass. Without Vlad in the picture currently, his list of names was at it's end. The Big Man with a Big Heart couldnt think of anyone else to call. As a shaky hand tilted the bottle to fill the glass to the top, his eyes scanned over a bill sitting next to the list.
With the bottle of whiskey in hand, and eyes locked on the two papers before him. KB had called in as many favors as he could and was unable to contact half of the people on the list. The ones he was able to get in contact with were of no use. His large paw brought the glass to his lips before tilting it a bit to allow the smooth liqour to coat his throat. With a sigh, KB leaned back in his chair a moment before taking another long drink, the first time sipping from the glass, the second, emptying the contents.
"What the fuck am I going to do. Mike and I sunk everything we had into reopening EVPW. We had enough to keep the place afloat, and just a little pocket change to afford any small emergencies. But this.. We werent prepared for this.. Our guys never did this before.. How could we have prepared for it?" With a growl, the big man looked at the empty glass before tossing it across the room, letting it shatter on the wall, fragments scattering on the floor of his office. After the crash, instinct brought the bottle of Whiskey to his lips as he let the liquid pour into his mouth slowly. After a few solid swigs of the burning refreshment, his eyes went wide and he lowered the bottle from his lips. The taste of the whiskey and the thought of destruction and fire all combined to one final desperate act from the big man.
Setting the bottle down, a hand reached out for the phone. A quick scan through the address book next to the phone and heavy fingers punched a number in hastily. The black phone raised to his ear and KB had a look of remorse on his face at the sound of the first ring. The second ring caused him to close his eyes and the final ring before the answer brought KB down to depths he hadnt been in a while. "Yeah?" a familiar voice answered the other line.
"I... Uhm.. It's Nate.. I need a favor.."
EOT
((OOC: I omitted the address and the amount because this is an actual place and the amount, I dont want to get into too much detail because I dont know what it would cost to repair a burned down bar. So yeah, just put a high dollar figure on the amount. Also, comments welcome.))
The pen in the large hand of Big Sexy hovered over the last name on the list. Dejected, KingBear looked at the bottom drawer of his desk before opening it and producing a bottle of Seagrams 7 Whiskey and a glass. Without Vlad in the picture currently, his list of names was at it's end. The Big Man with a Big Heart couldnt think of anyone else to call. As a shaky hand tilted the bottle to fill the glass to the top, his eyes scanned over a bill sitting next to the list.
This is a Notice of Action Required.
Due to recent events involving your wrestlers and evidence of their involvment in an incident at Milo's Lounge in Concord, **ADDRESS OMITTED** we are holding you accountable for their actions. One of your members set fire to the establishment and damages must be paid.
We understand you own a few businesses and buildings, if you are unable to pay, we will take you to court.
Damages Owed: **AMOUNT OMITTED**
Due to recent events involving your wrestlers and evidence of their involvment in an incident at Milo's Lounge in Concord, **ADDRESS OMITTED** we are holding you accountable for their actions. One of your members set fire to the establishment and damages must be paid.
We understand you own a few businesses and buildings, if you are unable to pay, we will take you to court.
Damages Owed: **AMOUNT OMITTED**
With the bottle of whiskey in hand, and eyes locked on the two papers before him. KB had called in as many favors as he could and was unable to contact half of the people on the list. The ones he was able to get in contact with were of no use. His large paw brought the glass to his lips before tilting it a bit to allow the smooth liqour to coat his throat. With a sigh, KB leaned back in his chair a moment before taking another long drink, the first time sipping from the glass, the second, emptying the contents.
"What the fuck am I going to do. Mike and I sunk everything we had into reopening EVPW. We had enough to keep the place afloat, and just a little pocket change to afford any small emergencies. But this.. We werent prepared for this.. Our guys never did this before.. How could we have prepared for it?" With a growl, the big man looked at the empty glass before tossing it across the room, letting it shatter on the wall, fragments scattering on the floor of his office. After the crash, instinct brought the bottle of Whiskey to his lips as he let the liquid pour into his mouth slowly. After a few solid swigs of the burning refreshment, his eyes went wide and he lowered the bottle from his lips. The taste of the whiskey and the thought of destruction and fire all combined to one final desperate act from the big man.
Setting the bottle down, a hand reached out for the phone. A quick scan through the address book next to the phone and heavy fingers punched a number in hastily. The black phone raised to his ear and KB had a look of remorse on his face at the sound of the first ring. The second ring caused him to close his eyes and the final ring before the answer brought KB down to depths he hadnt been in a while. "Yeah?" a familiar voice answered the other line.
"I... Uhm.. It's Nate.. I need a favor.."
EOT
((OOC: I omitted the address and the amount because this is an actual place and the amount, I dont want to get into too much detail because I dont know what it would cost to repair a burned down bar. So yeah, just put a high dollar figure on the amount. Also, comments welcome.))
