A Not So [font color="d5ba40"]glorious[/font] Arrival
Jan 21, 2017 20:55:36 GMT -5
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Post by vicvegas on Jan 21, 2017 20:55:36 GMT -5
(The scene opens outside of the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, PA. A sign reading "Box Office" can be seen as the camera pans in closer to the building. Newly signed Vic Vegas is standing in line with The Pit Boss as WCF fans whisper to each other around them.)
Vic Vegas: Yeah, yeah, take a look everyone. Take in the greatness.
(The lady and her young son at the window jump for joy as they get handed their tickets for tomorrow night's Slam event. Vic steps up to the window.)
Box Office Attendant: Hello sir, how may I help you?
Vic Vegas: By the way... yes, I'm who you think I am.
Box Office Attendant: Excuse me?
(Vic glares at the attendant.)
Vic Vegas: I get it... must be some sort of initiation thing with the new guys, you just pretend to not know me? Anyways, Vic... The House... Vegas. I'll give you a second to take that in.
Box Office Attendant: Got it... okay Mr. Vegas give me one second to look for your tickets.
(Attendant leaves for a few moments, then comes back empty handed.)
Box Office Attendant: I'm sorry Mr. Vegas, could they be under a different name?
(Vic is a little perplexed.)
Vic Vegas: Yeah... uh, try "The House."
Box Office Attendant: Would that be last name "House" or is that the full name "The House"
Vic: What the... Lady just go look under both! I can't believe I'm being treated this way, can you Pit Boss??
Pit Boss: ...
Vic: Exactly!
Box Office Attendant: So again, nothing under those names and unfortunately tomorrow night's event is sold out.
(Vic's jaw almost hits the ground.)
Vic: Do you not know who I am?! I'm the newest sensation that is going to take over the WCF, lady. You know what, I'm done wasting my time with you. I didn't even want to see the event tonight anyways. I'll just take it back to the five-star hotel I'm staying at, pop open a bottle of Veuve Clicquot... yeah, Veuve... heard of it lady??? Didn't think so! You simpletons out here don't know what the good life means.
(Vic steps out of line and glances at the camera on his way back down the street towards the Ritz Carlton hotel.)
Vic: WCF... you've been spared of my greatness tonight, but don't worry, I'll be in the building soon and you can freely bet on the house... because the House...Always...Wins! Let's go big Pit!
(Vic and the Pit Boss head down the street as a cab splashes a puddle of water on Vic's suit. Vic is clearly livid and gets picked up off the ground by the Pit Boss before he can grab a rock and fling it at the Philly cab driver.)
Vic Vegas: Yeah, yeah, take a look everyone. Take in the greatness.
(The lady and her young son at the window jump for joy as they get handed their tickets for tomorrow night's Slam event. Vic steps up to the window.)
Box Office Attendant: Hello sir, how may I help you?
Vic Vegas: By the way... yes, I'm who you think I am.
Box Office Attendant: Excuse me?
(Vic glares at the attendant.)
Vic Vegas: I get it... must be some sort of initiation thing with the new guys, you just pretend to not know me? Anyways, Vic... The House... Vegas. I'll give you a second to take that in.
Box Office Attendant: Got it... okay Mr. Vegas give me one second to look for your tickets.
(Attendant leaves for a few moments, then comes back empty handed.)
Box Office Attendant: I'm sorry Mr. Vegas, could they be under a different name?
(Vic is a little perplexed.)
Vic Vegas: Yeah... uh, try "The House."
Box Office Attendant: Would that be last name "House" or is that the full name "The House"
Vic: What the... Lady just go look under both! I can't believe I'm being treated this way, can you Pit Boss??
Pit Boss: ...
Vic: Exactly!
Box Office Attendant: So again, nothing under those names and unfortunately tomorrow night's event is sold out.
(Vic's jaw almost hits the ground.)
Vic: Do you not know who I am?! I'm the newest sensation that is going to take over the WCF, lady. You know what, I'm done wasting my time with you. I didn't even want to see the event tonight anyways. I'll just take it back to the five-star hotel I'm staying at, pop open a bottle of Veuve Clicquot... yeah, Veuve... heard of it lady??? Didn't think so! You simpletons out here don't know what the good life means.
(Vic steps out of line and glances at the camera on his way back down the street towards the Ritz Carlton hotel.)
Vic: WCF... you've been spared of my greatness tonight, but don't worry, I'll be in the building soon and you can freely bet on the house... because the House...Always...Wins! Let's go big Pit!
(Vic and the Pit Boss head down the street as a cab splashes a puddle of water on Vic's suit. Vic is clearly livid and gets picked up off the ground by the Pit Boss before he can grab a rock and fling it at the Philly cab driver.)