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Post by Emma Chase on Mar 29, 2009 2:51:18 GMT -5
Saturday night in Sin City and there were any number of things a girl could be doing. Emma Chase was just one among a sea of faces inside of Tabu Ultra Lounge at the MGM Grand. She was still riding high on her success last night at Mayhem and didn't seem all that concerned about training for her upcoming match this week with the number one contender. Or at least, it didn't look like she was too concerned with her match. In fact, it looked like she was just any other girl in the crowd. Other than the fact that she wasn't falling over herself drunk, or hanging all over random club guys, that is. She was a girl in her own world, dancing the evening away in the middle of the crowd. Or at least, she had been, for a while. All it took to change all of that was a crowd of college boys who claimed to be on Spring Break who decided to corner her and start yelling about how they had seen her on TV over the past two weeks. It was easy enough to rebuff them, all it took was a few threats. But, it was enough to spoil her fun.
Storming out of the club, Emma scanned the casino floor as it was set out in front of her. Table games and banks of slot machines spread out in both directions and she spent a few moments considering where she wanted to go. Excited yells were coming from one of the Craps tables near the entrance to the club she had just left. With a spring in her step, she sauntered her way over to the table, fishing through her clutch for some cash. Edging her way between several spectators, she moved to an open position at the table, leaning against the edge of it and setting down five hundred dollar bills and a players club card.
Her money sat idle on the table while the current shooter got in another throw, crapping out. While the Stickman cleared the table of all bets and the dice, one of the base dealers exchanged her cash for chips. Placing two twenty five dollar chips on the table, Emma gestured to the dealer.
Stickman: All bets, all bets on the table.
Emma: One for eleven and one for the pass line. [/color] Emma waited a few moments while the other players got their bets down, turning to look down the table at the shooter as the stickman passed them the dice. Their face looked somewhat familiar, but for some reason, Emma couldn't place it. She hadn't met too many of the other ICW wrestlers, but for some reason, she thought that (x) should have looked more familiar.[/center] |
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Post by Erik Stillings on Mar 29, 2009 3:17:02 GMT -5
The shooter was none other than her opponent, Erik Stillings. Erik had pretty much proved that he was skilled, so it seemed Vegas would be the perfect place to test his luck. He took the dice in hand, shaking them for a moment before bringing them close to his face and blowing on them. He then threw the dice dramatically, smiling the whole time.
Stickman: Eleven!
The base dealer adds chips to what appears to be Erik's already admirable stack of winnings. He offers a cocky sneer to those around him who are applauding and cheering loudly, apparently celebrating his good luck. The stickman collects the dice, sliding them back down the table to Erik.
Stickman: All bets, all bets on the table.
Erik accepts the dice, and goes about his usual method. Once again he shakes, blows and tosses. Another loud cheer erupts as the dice settle.
Stickman: Seven! We have a hot player here, folks!
The stickman once again offers the dice to Erik as the base dealer adds more chips to Erik's collection but he declines, placing the chips in his tray which is nigh unto overflowing. Although his eyes can't be seen behind his thick aviator sunglasses, his attention has turned to what looks like a different prize. He grabbed his tray and made his way over to Emma, strutting toward her in one of his ridiculous fur coats.
Erik: First time in Vegas? |
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Post by Emma Chase on Mar 29, 2009 3:46:46 GMT -5
Despite the fact that the shooter was her opponent at the upcoming Mayhem, and the number one contender for the Undisputed Championship, and one half of the tag team champions, Emma didn't recognize him. Of course, the ridiculous coat and the oversized glasses didn't help. Then again, she was somewhat distracted by the fact that he seemed to be on something of a hot streak. Emma was more than contented to leave the whole of her bet on the line after his opening shot of an eleven. She continued to watch as he rolled for his second shot. There was an exuberant squeal from past her lips when the dice came up seven. She spent a few moments hopping up and down at the side of the table, her dark hair falling messily into her face. She seemed to get somewhat less excited when the shooter refused the dice, making a bit of a face and collecting her winnings off of the table.
Stickman: New shooter, we have a new shooter!
Emma's attention was off of Erik as she leaned over the table a bit, looking down past the spot he had moved from at the next person down the table. She spent a few moments considering whether she was going to place a bet this round or not.
Stickman: Place your bets, all bets on the table.
It was a do or die moment. She set two twenty five dollar chips down on the table again, sliding one to the field nine and then looked at the base dealer.
Emma: Pass odds.
She turned when Erik addressed her, leaning back against the table and glancing down at the shooter for a moment before sizing him up.
Emma: Yep, first time here. Just started a new job, all kinds of travel.
She glanced over her shoulder, taking a moment to watch the shooter throw the come-out roll. |
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Post by Erik Stillings on Mar 29, 2009 14:10:47 GMT -5
He offered a smile when she said it was her first time there.
Erik: For someone who's never been to Vegas you sure know a lot about craps. But hey, new job you said? I travel a lot too. It's nice sometimes...sort of like a vacation every week. I mean, the work can be rough sometimes, but it's nothing I can't handle, so it's totally worth it.
He used his free hand to move some stray hair out of his face before he tried to continue, but the stickman cut him off.
Stickman: Nine!
Erik seems a bit annoyed at the stickman's timing, but he tries not to let it bother him.
Erik: Well, I have chips to cash in. I think I'll quit while I'm ahead tonight. You should come with me though. Maybe we'll grab some drinks or something. I mean, why come to Vegas if you're not gonna' have fun, right? |
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Post by Emma Chase on Mar 29, 2009 14:51:50 GMT -5
This guy seemed nice enough, at least so far. So, Emma was quick enough to smile back at him, even if her attention was somewhat divided between him and the table behind her. She turned back to him when he started to talk. She didn't really know how to be quite that rude, at least not to a near perfect stranger. When the stickman cut into their conversation, she jumped up and down for a moment, a bit more excited than anyone else at the table.
Emma: Vegas isn't the only place a girl can play the odds. Craps has always been my father's game, my grandfather's too. Other than horse racing and the rodeo I can't really remember seeing either of them bet on anything else.
She took this moment as an opportunity to pause and turn back to the table, clearing her winnings and stacking her chips.
Emma: Can I get these swapped to hundred dollar chips?
She waited for the boxman to acknowledge her before she turned back to Erik.
Emma: Only been at my job two weeks and this is the third city I've been in. The travel is going to take some getting used to. Kinda worried I'm gonna forget what time zone I'm in and show up late to work.
She turned again, collecting her chips off of the table. She was up herself, though it wasn't an enormous gain. The handful of chips was placed in her purse and then she looked at Erik again.
Emma: I'm here all week, I think I'm going to just hang onto these for now. I'm sure I'll find the time to hit the tables again at some point in my schedule. But, as for fun? I came to Vegas for work, and fun already turned into a nightmare. It was attack of the drunken spring breakers over there.
She gestured towards Tabu.
Emma: I didn't expect that anyone would recognize me. Especially not in a dark club or anything. |
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Post by Erik Stillings on Mar 29, 2009 16:26:42 GMT -5
He laughs at her comment about spring breakers. It obviously wasn't a problem he had to deal with, but he could understand why it would be an issue for her.
Erik: Ah, yeah. Frat boys...gotta' love 'em. What do you do that would make you recognizable?
He still seemed oblivious to the fact that he was actually speaking to his soon-to-be opponent. |
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Post by Emma Chase on Mar 29, 2009 16:35:12 GMT -5
It seemed that they were both entirely oblivious to the fact that they were talking to the person they had been matched with for this Friday night's card. Then again, it didn't seem too hard to believe that Emma would be oblivious to something. She did have that nagging habit of coming off as she wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box. Sure, she wasn't a complete, brainless wonder, but she certainly wasn't too smart. She had managed to make that much clear about herself since her ICW debut. She shook her head at his comment about frat boys and then rolled her eyes.
Emma: I didn't think I did anything that would make me all that recognizable, but I'm a second generation wrestler. Like I said, though, I've only been at my new job two weeks and that's really the only TV exposure I've had in the US. |
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Post by Erik Stillings on Mar 30, 2009 14:59:42 GMT -5
Erik's eyes light up with realization, although that fact is hidden due to the large, dark sunglasses. He smirks slightly, looking her up and down for a moment.
Erik: Oh really? You're a wrestler? Well, that's interesting. So am I.
He extended his free hand in a greeting, his smile growing wider.
Erik: Emma Chase, I presume? I'm Erik Stillings...pleased to meet you.
He seemed friendly enough before, but having figured out who she was he dropped the nice guy demeanor, replacing it with his usual arrogance and condescension.
Erik: I was worried you'd be some kind of monster like Madison Manson, but you're not so bad. You shouldn't be a problem for me. I mean, I am the number one contender...and one half of the tag team champions...and the MAPW Champion...well, you get the idea |
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Post by Emma Chase on Mar 30, 2009 17:08:24 GMT -5
Emma: You're a wrestler?
Emma paused for a moment to laugh at the thought. He looked more like a pimp than anything else really, though she had been willing enough to chalk it up to an eccentric personality, being that this was Las Vegas and all. She looked at his hand when he extended it and then crooked a brow when he suddenly knew who she was and then it was her turn to smirk.
Emma: I feel like the pleasure is probably all yours. [/color] She spent a moment looking at him before she settled casually back against the Craps table again, her hands falling to rest settled on her hips. Emma: Well isn't someone just awfully proud of his, how many was that, three accomplishments? Ooh, I'm shaking in my high heels.[/center] |
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Post by Erik Stillings on Apr 1, 2009 15:06:53 GMT -5
Erik: Hey, don't try to diminish my accomplishments just because you're jealous. As you've seem I'm clearly a winner. Actually, I'm undefeated. Can you say that? I'm gonna' go ahead and guess that no, you can't.
He offered a small laugh and a smug face as he spoke, looking at his tray of chips.
Erik: So do you have anything to add to this conversation, or can I go cash in my chips? |
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Post by Emma Chase on Apr 1, 2009 15:16:33 GMT -5
Emma: Jealous? Not even remotely. I won my debut match. I won my second match against Lucas Fox, I guess that means I'm undefeated in ICW. I've been at this for five years of course I've taken losses. How long have you been doing this?
It seemed that the crowd around them on the casino floor of the MGM Grand might have been moments away from getting a preview of what was going to happen on Friday night. Aside from the fact that there wasn't a ring and that she never let herself get this angry, this fast, in the ring. Emma did have George's temper after all.
Emma: And as for adding anything, how's it gonna feel when I kick your ass? |
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Post by Erik Stillings on Apr 3, 2009 14:24:23 GMT -5
Erik: Look. There's two kinds of people in this world. Winners...
He motions to his overflowing chip tray.
Erik: ...and people who cling to winners, desperately trying to make something of themselves from the scraps.
He then points at her purse, indicating the chips she won from the rolls he made moments ago.
Erik: Now, like I just said, I'd really like to go cash my chips in and call it a day. If you really want to kick my ass, you can give it a shot in the ring. Not that those tiny little arms of yours could do much damage anyway, but it's cute to see a little girl like you giving it a shot. |
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Post by Emma Chase on Apr 3, 2009 14:34:45 GMT -5
There was a slight laugh from past Emma's lips and then she shook her head.
Emma: There's one kind of person that you forgot. [/color] Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in close to him, stumbling and then body checking him, smacking his chip tray with her hand to send it flying. She lingered against him for a moment and then whispered Emma: Someone has to pick up the pieces.She pushed off of him and started to walk confidently across the casino floor, turning back to him with a smile. Emma: Have fun.[/center][/color] |
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