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Post by immacolata on Aug 18, 2014 23:44:36 GMT -4
Her hair still wet, presumably from a shower, Immacolata leaves the janitor's room with Mike in two.
You know, you could use anybody for this. Why do I have to go?
I want a real custodian. You'll have an easier time finding your way around and, if somebody sees you, you'll look in your element.
What does that mean? That I look like I can only clean stuff?
She gives the man an appraising look.
Pretty much.
Oh, fine!
They step through the door leading to the garage and the screen changes to show the Excessville skyline at night. Then, a black Challenger pulls up in front of a dilapidated-looking building. Immacolata and Mike the janitor step out of the car.
This place is a dump!
You bet it is. They might actually need you.
The wrestler retrieves a crowbar from the trunk of the Challenger.
We're... uh... we're breaking in?
Of course not. Your cover would be of no use if I did that, but I might need this baby to get into the office.
I don't think this place's got an office. A closet, maybe.
Immacolata somehow hides the crowbar under her jacket, or perhaps in her pants. The lack of working streetlights in the neighborhood makes it hard to tell. She opens one of the double-doors and leads the way inside, where a small crowd is gathered around a creaky ring inside which an out-of-shape high-flyer executes a Phoenix Splash on a young meathead. Immacolata ties her hair back in a ponytail, throws a smile on her face and confidently walks behind the spectators towards the back of the building. Mike follows her while looking around nervously. A large guard, most likely a former wrestler, stops her at the door leading backstage.
Where do you think yer going?
What? They don't let groupies in, anymore?
She leans against the door frame and puts her right hand on her hip, pushing open her jacket and revealing her tight tube top. She blinks several times. The guard takes a moment to think about it.
Sure. Go right in.
She smiles brightly at the man and slides through the door. The guard glares at Mike.
I'm, uh... the janitor?
Oh, right. About time.
The guard shoves him in. Immacolata is waiting for Mike behind a corner.
Alright. Where to?
This is a typical gym setup, but it's ancient. The office should be right behind that corner there.
Great. Go find some cleaning products and stand guard in front of the door. I'll make sure it's empty.
Mike obviously does not like this plan, but Immacolata is already on her way. She walks quietly up to the door and lays her right ear against it. The area is noisy with the sound of wrestlers talking loudly in the locker room. She pushes the door slightly open, takes a peak inside, then slips in and closes the door behind her.
After turning on the single wall lamp, she pulls out every drawer and searches through files. The camera shows the broken clock to indicate the passage of time, then we see the room in even greater disarray than it was before. The door to the office opens and the GX wrestler freezes in her tracks. An older man is standing in the doorway while the guard from earlier is holding Mike by the collar.
What's a cute groupie like you doin' in here?
Mr. Veto, I...
D'ya think Tony here wouldn't know a big star like the Iron Princess? Now, what are ya doin' here, or do I have to call the cops?
Immacolata sighs and pulls the elastic out of her hair.
You won't call the cops, because you don't want them to pay close attention to this place. Did I hear bets being placed on my way in?
Listen, lass. I told ya I won't talk to ya about Bones, so hop on out of here!
You listen, Veto. I don't know if you were following what happened at Battlefield of Honor tonight, but I'm the challenger to the World Heavyweight Championship, which is now held by none other than Furious Steele. He's been dreaming of facing me in a Survival-of-the-Fittest match here in the Underground for a while, so you've got your chance to host an event like no other. It's a once-in-a-lifetime deal. All ya... all you have to do is tell me everything that went down, and I do mean everything.
The screen fades to black as Mr. Veto is thinking over Immacolata's offer.
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