Wednesday, February 20, 2013 - 8:21 PM EST



It's been a long ride from New England to Atlantic City in southern New Jersey. Sebastian Duke commands the late model Chevy Suburban down the Atlantic City Expressway well exceeding the speed limit. The red and blue flashing lights concealed behind the grill of the truck pretty much negates any possibility of being pulled over by one of New Jersey's finest.

Asmodeus has slept the entire trip, dreaming of kittens or something. The whole ride, in his sleep, repeatedly said out loud, "Here, pussy pussy pussy." Sebastian's partner though, also asleep, was dreaming of something Duke didn't expect. He began to wonder if his partner was a homosexual. After emitting some very foul smelling gas for the past three hours, Duke's partner repeatedly yelled "Cock!" in his sleep! There was one single instance where he also yelled out "No, no! NO ROSE NO! I can't take anymore!!!!" and started convulsing for a few seconds before returning to a normal slumber.

The city looms up ahead. It's bright lights glow through the windshield waking Duke's sleeping passengers.






???: "What the fuck!? Turn that god damned light out before I shove my dick up its ass!"

Asmodeus: "Holy shit! It's all bright and... RUINED MY DREAM!"

Sebastian Duke: "What the hell were you dreaming about Asmodeus?"

A: "Ohhh. Nothing. Just, you know, stuff."

???: "You were dreaming of my cock weren't you? WEREN'T YOU? I thought I felt somebody dreaming about that shit. I KNEW IT!"



Finally, they reach their destination. The Tropicana Casino & Resort. The three men file out of the truck in the parking garage rolling their luggage behind them as they make their way toward the elevators to the hotel lobby.

Once they exit the elevator the make a left and head toward the desk to check in. As soon as Dukes robed partner steps out he falls forward to the floor.



SD: "Damn man! Be careful!"

???: "I can't help it! This stupid robe! I can't see and I keep stepping on the bottom of the fuckin thing! I'm taking it off!"

SD: "NO! You can't! Not yet!"



Dukes mystery partner decides not to remove the robe as the 3 men continue on towards check in.

After a friendly greeting from the lady behind the counter, Duke and Asmodeus turn to face the mystery man and are shocked at what they see...







The mystery partner is gone.



Whats more?





His robe hiding his identity lays on the floor.



SD: "Ohhhh shit!"

A: "Oh God! The beast is out!"

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013 - 8:44PM EST



Sebastian and Asmodeus head back down in the elevator after dropping their luggage off in their rooms. While in the elevator...



A: "You know, uhhh, this partner is kind of unhinged..."

SD: "Yeah. I know. That's why I picked him."

A: "Is he a homosexual?"

SD: "Well uh, I uh, I just don't even know man."

A: "He's obviously running around here somewhere with out the robe covering him. Was he naked under there? These cameras are certain to catch a glimpse of him at some point."

SD: "Yeah. It seems that way."

A: "It seems he was naked under there? What did you guys do while I was asleep?"

SD: "No I mean it seems he's running about and cameras might pick up on him."

A: "Oh yeah, right. And are you not worried the secret will get out?"

SD: "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."



They exit the elevator at the "mall" inside the casino complex. Asmodeus is completely stunned and shocked at the craftsmanship on display.






A: "Oh my God! Are we outside!? Look at that sky!"

SD: "Asmodeus! It's dark outside! That's a mural or something!"



They walk off toward the casino floor.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013 - 9:56 PM EST



Sebastian and Asmodeus ate dinner and then finally landed themselves side by side slot machines. Duke continuously thinks of Linn Kwanns treachery. How she betrayed him by hiding the fact she was once a prostitute. How she once gave Griffin MacAlister, his arch-nemesis, a blow job. The thoughts made him angry.

He tries to put them aside though and I enjoy his time with his father at the casino.

Pull 1: Nothing.


Pull 2: Nothing.


Pull 3: $10 win on a $20 bet.


Pull 4: Nothing.



SD: "Damn. At this rate, Asmo, I'll go broke before midnight."

A: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOO HOOOOOO!"



Startled by Asmodeus' outburst, Sebastian looks over at his slot. It seems as though Asmodeus just won $7,000 on his first pull.

"Just my luck," he thought. "I got nothing, while he rakes in the cash! I'm going to drink this night away. Where the fuck's the bar?"



A: "I'm out of here! I'm going to get drunk! A massage! And a Brazilian!"

SD: "Whatever! I thought the Brazilian hurt?"

A: "Oh yeah. Thats right. Still... I'm doing the other things. Tootles Sebastian!"



"Tootles. Who the fuck says Tootles!?" He watches as Asmodeus walks away after cashing out.

A waitress walks by with a tray full of bottles of Budweiser. He swipes one as she passes. He gulps that down rather quickly. Moments later, another waitress, a blonde, walks by with more Budweisers. He grabs her by the arm and forces her to sit next to him. He grabs another bottle. Gulps it down. The waitress goes to stand up and Duke forces her back down.



SD: "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, and you will. Is to sit here and supply me with this delicious Budweiser."

Waitress: "I'm sorry sir. I can't do that. I have hundreds of..."

SD: "Do this. And there is a very generous tip for you. Like multiple hundreds."

Waitress: "So do you wanna chat?"

SD: "Not even slightly.





"Y'know... Back home I got this woman that's supposed to be my wife here soon...."



Sebastian Duke is typically a straight edge kind of guy. He's never had a drink in his life.... Until now...

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???: "You know I heard this rumor that I'm going to be facing a sexual predator this Saturday when I step into the ring with Gilmour's partner. I guess that's supposed to make me worried? If anything it entices and excites me! I'm getting a big fat hardon just thinking about that.

"Mister Mystery can rape anybody he wants. He can rape Sebastian and myself for all I care. What matters is who wins the fuckin' match and that's gonna be this team right here! Peter Gilmour is the worst wrestler on the planet and I could beat him while getting raped, molested, and sucked off.........ALL THREE THINGS could be happening to me and I'd still beat his fat meat ball ass!

"That lazy fat fuck is just sitting back letting his partner do all the work this week as far as shooting homosexual pornos, errrr I mean homosexual PROMOS and it's gonna be no different in the ring when Gilmour gets tired after doing 1 move. I'll be surprised if Gilmour can even lock up without getting winded and as soon as he takes that deep breath I'll be lifting my boot up into his diseased loins and sending him over the top rope like he was a beach ball!

"Fuck a Peter Gilmour. FUCK A PETER GILMOUR IN HIS UNTALENTED ASS AND THEN SHOVE BOTH TAG TITLES UP THERE TOO!!!!!!!!!! No wait we need those babies to shove something else up there like his lover Kevin Anderson and his other lover Rose Smith. Those two dudes aught to fill his gap real nicely once he's not having any gold anymore."

SD: "The time is drawing near! Saturday looms in the very near future. The moment we have waited for. The tag team title match built up over the last month by myself and Peter Gilmour. A match so much looked forward to, that it overshadows the premier title on Shove It! Looked forward to by the fans of the XWF. Looked forward to by the roster of the XWF. Looked forward to, by its participants.

"Very soon we will find out just who is the better team. Very soon all of the talk and the rhetoric from a murderous fool will cease and he'll have to back up his talk in the ring. Much like his last match, he will again, fail.

"In two days time, we will begin the most anticipated tag team battle in the history of this industry. Four men, with nothing in common. Not with our partners, not with our opponents. Still, united in our common interests. The common interest that is the tag team championship.

"Whether we win or whether we lose, it is a fact, that we will not go quietly into the night! We will not be defeated without a fight! We are going to succeed! We are going to defeat Peter and, presumably Sid.

"Soon, my team celebrates victory. My team holds our hands up high. My team exposes Team Peter for what they are. All talk, no action. When it comes right down to it, Peter Gilmour just doesn't have what it takes!

"I'll see ya soon!"



(OOC: The two underlined paragraphs. PM me where they were inspired from. Correct answers get Rep points!)

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Thursday, February 21, 2013 - 1:08 AM EST



Sebastian Duke staggers off the elevator with a blonde woman, face concealed. They stagger down the hall way together. As he nears his room, the door to Asmodeus' room opens up. Asmodeus, dressed in a terry cloth bath robe steps out of his room along with a voluptuous brunette who walks away. Stunned, and through slurred speech, Sebastian asks the million dollar question:



SD: "Horry shit! Dad, jew just hab sex?"

A: "I'm old, not dead, son."

SD: "I'm.. I'm.. her name?"

A: "Ahh. I think you meant to ask her name. Tiffany. Except women in her profession do not normally give their real names.... Who is that girl with you? Why is she hiding her face?"

SD: "Who is who?"



Asmodeus points to the woman. Sebastians eyes follow the invisible trail until they meet the blonde woman with the concealed face.



SD: "Um... Um... Uhhhhhhh... I'm..."

A: "You don't know her name do you?"

SD: "Um.... No....."

A: "Are you drunk? How many did you drink?"

SD: "Like 40 hundred or somethin'. I and not drinks though!"

A: "What are you waiting for? Get in there and wreck that shit!"

SD: "I'm... I'm... see you later."



The blond woman pulls Sebastian inside the room and shuts the door. Asmodeus shakes his head with a smile and limps into his room as this scene fades out...