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Welcome to Las Vegas; Intro RP/Roulette RP
Topic Started: Jan 22 2011, 07:54 PM (193 Views)
Sara Pettis
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I haven't even been wrestling two full months, and I've already found myself in with my third company. From New York to Chicago to Orlando...and now Las Vegas, the jewel of the desert, where kids can play pirates, and ride a roller coaster through the lobby, as Dad is spending their college fund at the craps table, and Mom watches on while getting cirrhosis of the liver.

This isn't my first time in Las Vegas, but this is my first time coming here for work. My time in DREAM ended prematurely, as it didn't seem the right fit for me. And as soon as I broke my contract with that company, I had gotten the call from Sanctioned Violence. The opportunity they presented was nice, but it would require me to drop everything and immediately fly to Vegas. With the Showdown Roulette happening this weekend, I've been given an opportunity to possibly jump into sVo without having to start all over again. So basically, I've been given an opportunity to gain everything in the organization, without having to give up anything. It all relies on the simple spin of the wheel, and the tumbling of a ball. It's like playing with house money...because if I win, I win, and if I lose...well as I said, I can't lose.

I'm on the red eye going to Las Vegas, as I have to get there and too the arena early to make sure we get all the legal issues resolved before I show up at Showdown. So as I look out of the window next to my seat, I'm met with nothing but blackness from the desert below. Usually I try to sleep on these flights, but my brain isn't allowing me this time, too much chatter going on in the back of my mind. So instead I've spent the majority of this flight just running things over and over again mentally.

But it isn't long before my concentration is broken by the sound of someone behind me, "Hey baby, you headin' out to Vegas too?" they say with an obvious Guido accent.

I sigh, I know who it is. I saw a group of them when I got on the plane, your typical "Jersey Shore" kind of group. The Mafioso kids, about five of them, who never really do anything but be stupid for a living. Of course with how things are going anymore, they might end up with their own reality show.

"Hey, chick wit da blue hair, I'm talkin' to ya." I hear from behind again, this time accompanied with a slap on the shoulder.

I turn around, "Do you mind?" I say to the Guido. His spray on tan, and moose spiked hair confirm him for the stereotype.

"Well as a matter-a-fact I do sweetie...I'm jus tryin' ta ask ya a question." He says in response.

I sigh, turn back around and say, "No I'm not going to Vegas, I just thought it might be fun to sit on a plane for five hours for no reason."

I hear the rest of his Guido buddies start laughing and doing that collective "OOOOOHHHH" thing that they do, when another one says, "Damn Tony, she just shotcha the fuck down."

At this point, I feel a hand grab my shoulder, "Listen Smurfette, there ain't no need ta be disrespectful." He starts to say.

"Please take your hand off my shoulder." I tell him.

He doesn't pay attention, "So whatcha gonna be doin' in Vegas? Gettin' drunk as fuck, and gamblin'? Dats wat we doin'. Right guys."

"I'm going there for a job," I begin, "Please let go of my shoulder."

"Oh I getcha now. Da blue hair gives ya away. Vegas is da only city in dis country you can legally be a whorah." He jokes, to which the whole group laughs.

I've had enough, I grab his wrist from of my shoulder and begin to twist it, standing up from my seat. Most of the plane is empty so everyone immediately notices what is going on in our area. I tighten my grip on Tony's wrist and continue to twist it, causing him to kneel down to the ground in pain. His two buddies that were sitting beside him, both get up from their seats and back away, as the two sitting in the row behind get up in their seats, "Don't fucking touch me," I yell at him as he winces in pain.

"Ahhh, fo' fucks sake guys, ugh...get dis bitch off me." He says to his buddies, who at this point are just watching and laughing.

I tighten my grip some more, "If even one of you guys tries to come near me, I'll break his fucking wrist. Are you right handed or left handed Tony?"

"Wha?" he responds still wincing.

"Right, or left handed?" I repeat and apply more pressure.

"Right, right!" he screams in response.

I smile, "So unless you feel like jerking off with your weak hand for a few months Tony, I'd suggest telling your friends to stay where they are, and apologize."

"Aight, aight, I'm sorry! Just please let go!" he screams.

"Why are you sorry?" I ask.

"I'm sorry I was hittin' on ya!" He responds.

"And?"

"I’m sorry I called ya a whorah!"

"And?"

"I'm sorry I was buggin' ya, please just let go of mah wrist now!" he screams again.

Satisfied, I let go of his wrist and walk out of the row of seats I'm in. When I get to the aisle, his buddies all make way for me to pass, trying to contain their laughter from what just happened to their boy. After I get passed them, I can Tony asking them, "Da fucks da matter wit-cho guys? Why'diddint do something?"

I walk back to the back of the plane, and see another row of empty seats. I sit down in the one next to the window, and look out again at the horizon. I see the light beam from the tip of the Luxor Hotel, and sigh in relief that it isn't much further to Las Vegas.

---

After the plane touches down, I don't spend a lot of time in the airport. I only have one duffle bag, so it doesn't take too long at luggage. And unlike the tourist coming in and out of the city, I don't get stopped by the mini casinos within the airport. The allure of this city has never gotten to me I guess. The idea that a fortune can be made by a simple drop of a quarter into a slot. Don't get me wrong, as I said, I've been here before. And I have put money down on the table, and lost. But I've always had the ability to walk away without sinking a ton of money into the hole. People don't get that. No matter how much you win, the casino will do everything it can to get it back, if not from you, then from everyone else.

Gambling is like wrestling. For every million dollar winner, is someone who has spent theirs, their spouse's, their children's, and their parent's life savings just trying to break even. For every Chris Moneymaker, and Greg Raymer that wins the World Series of Poker, there are hundreds of thousands of guys who never even see the light of the ESPN cameras. Just like for every Night, or Jay Wildman, there are hundreds of guys who never even make a living from the sport. But I've been born and bred for this. Both my parents spilled their blood, sweat, and tears on the wrestling mat. My double helix is made up of turnbuckles and ring ropes. Some might say I have an advantage because of it, but in reality, I think the fact I'm where I am is in spite of it. When you're considered a wrestling pedigree, anything less then perfect is sometimes considered disappointing.

As I leave the airport, I am approached by a black man wearing a sVo baseball cap, "You Sara Pettis?" he asks.

"Yea, I am." I say in response.

"Figured, with the blue hair. I'm Simon Austin. I work for sVo. They asked me to pick you up from the airport, and take you to Goodfellas." he says extending his hand.

"Oh, hi. Thanks. I was just planning on hailing a cab." I tell him.

"Yea, well. This is better than any cab. Cabbies in Vegas are worse than in New York." he tells me.

"Nothing is worse then a cabby in New York." I tell him following him to his car, the license plate reading "sVo1".

"Yea, I heard you're from the concrete jungle too." he says.

"Yea, I grew up in Queens." I tell him getting into the passenger seat after putting my dufflebag of gear in the back seat.

"Yea, well I grew up in the Bronx. But don't get me wrong, there is plenty of New York in sVo." Simon says starting the car up.

---

We pull up to the front of the Goodfellas Casino, its about 4 AM on Sunday. I grab my gear from the backseat and sling it over my shoulder as Simon tosses the keys of the car to the valet. He walks over to me and says, "They wanna see you at the top, they got some stuff you need to do before you can be on the show tonight. Just tell the guy on the elevator you got business up there. I'm gonna go get some sleep before the production meetings." Simon tells me.

I walk into the casino, and see that much like the city even with it being 4 AM, it is alive with and bustling full of people. I walk through the casino, passed all the slot machines, and card tables, towards the back where there are a series a elevators. I walk into one, and see an elevator operator.

"What floor ma'am?" he asks.

"Uh, the top I was told to say." I tell him.

He nods, and presses a button, causing the doors to close, and the elevator to start to rise. Even with the massive amounts of floors in the building, I'm surprised we aren't getting stopped. I say something to the operator.

"When it's going to the top ma'am, it doesn't stop for anything." he responds.

After only about a minute, I'm surprised when I hear the ding, and the doors open. I raise an eyebrow to the operator, "Our elevators are extremely fast."

I step off the elevator, and see a reception desk. I walk up to it where a woman in her late twenties with a headset phone is sitting, "You must be Sara Pettis."

"Yea, I am."

"They told me about the blue hair." she says.

I sigh, "Yea I know. Everyone says that."

"Hold on just a second, I'll see if Mr. Anderson is ready for you." the receptionist says, pressing a button on her headset, "Sir, Sara Pettis is here...yes...yes sir, I'll send her in right away."

She points to a door and I take that as a sign to enter it. I open the door, and see a desk at the other end of the office. The chair on the other side of it, is spun towards a massive window overlooking the Vegas Strip. I walk towards the desk, and see the chair slowly spin around, with Matt Anderson sitting in there.

"Why do I feel like this is some James Bond villain thing?" I say looking at Matt Anderson.

"Funny," he responds, "Is that how you like to make a first impression?" he asks.

I shrug, "Sorry, first thing I thought."

Matt nods, and points to the chair on the other side of his desk, "Sit down Ms. Pettis. We have much to get done before you can compete tonight on Showdown Roulette."

"I'm surprised we're doing this now at 4 AM." I say.

"Sleep is for the weak." Matt Anderson responds, as he pulls out a contract, "Here it is, your contract for sVo."

"You don't expect me to read it first?" I say taking it and beginning to look it over.

"I take it you would want to get this done, so you might be able to get some rest before tonight's show. How was your flight by the way?" Matt asks.

"Interesting." I tell him as I look at the paper in my hand.

I begin to read it, yawning as I do, "This is a pretty standard contract Ms. Pettis. I assure you there is nothing in it to be concerned about." Matt tells me.

I just look up at him, and then back down to the contract. I continue reading and can tell Matt is slightly restless, "Something wrong?" I ask.

"You really think the best way to start a professional relationship is mistrust, and jokes?" Matt Anderson asks.

"No, but I know this business. So I'll just take my time." I tell him.

After a few minutes of reading, finally a pick up a pen from the desk, and sign the contract.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" Matt asks.

"If you had dealt with the people I've dealt with, you'd understand." I tell him.

"Well, whatever happened in some other organizations is in the past. You're with sVo now. And I hope to see a good show tonight from you." He says taking the contract.

"Yea, well, I hope to make a good impression. By the way, what should I do about a place to stay for the next couple days?" I ask.

"We'll put you up here, at the hotel at the casino. For a little bit. But don't go thinking this is permanent. Now if you don't mind, I have other things to do in preparation for tonight's show." he says pointing to the door.

I get up from the seat, and grab my bag from floor next to me. I begin to walk out of the office. I can't wait for tonight, and the Roulette. And I hope I made the right decision in coming here.

(fade out)
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