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Zarek looks around at the neon filled tubes that seemed to fill the whole city, "So this is Las Vegas, huh? Wasn't it dubbed the city of sin, or something? What happens here stays here? That's this place? Abram, I don't even know why you talked me into coming to this foresaken place."

"You needed to get away from all of the chaos of BUD. With people running around attacking, saying they want to fight you, and then turning around to run, it's not good for you. Isn't this the place more most people come to have fun? Drink some alcohol, play some poker, do something." Abram was satisfied that this was the place to go when looking for a fun time. Although he was but seventeen, and only knew what he either heard from some one else, or saw on some cheesy commerical.

In catching a bit of a fever, Abram thought it would be good for Zarek to get out of BUD for a little, get out on do something. He suggested Las Vegas. Well, being from Greece, and only being twenty-two himself, Zarek had never been. He was beginning to see that it was a good thing he never came. There flight had dropped this morning, been here for several hours, and still, Zarek saw no sign of 'fun'. He fill the whole city, drinking, gambling bafoons that came here and lost all of their money. It was above him.

A little shocked by Abram's statement, Zarek's tone changed into a concerned one, "Yeah, that's okay Abram, you go right ahead though.",  hknowing full well that Abram was a minor and couldn't do any of the activities he had specified.

Abram looked at Zarek with a smirk, at least he was making jokes, that was a good sign "Ha ha, very funny. Maybe we should have invited Melanie on this little trip of ours, she might've actually been able to help you with your fun deprivation"

This statement made Zarek laugh, "I doubt it. I am almost positive that Melanie would dislike this place, as much as I do. Besides I'm sure she has her own things to deal with."

 "That, I would have to argue with. That stupid chick Kayla something or another hightailed it, and Mr. Ice Man is to afraid to go up against you guys now that Kayla is gone." Abram had a matter of fact feel about him. For once, he could actually be correct, and it quickly went to his head.

 Giving into Abram, "Alright, next time I decide to listen to you and go on some crazy adventure, I'll invite her to see if she can help me with my 'fun deprivation' as you put it."

A buzzing sound is heard, as Abram reaches into his pocket. As he does so, it jogs his memory "Oh yes, so I talked to someone over in BUD earlier today, and I hear that this Manic guy, your opponent at Hangover, made another promo"

Zarek laughed at first but then seeing Abram's confusion he anounced, "Oh believe me Abram, I already know"

Abram was becoming angry, Zarek knew that Manic had cut another promo, but Zarek didn't feel the need to tell him? It was Abram's job to know, yet Zarek kept such information away from him. Besides, Zarek wasn't supposed to have any contact with BUD until they got back onto the plane home, it was the deal they had made when Abram decided Zarek needed a break.

Abram crosses his arms, and pretended like he wasn't in the least bit mad, "So you knew this whole time, and you didn't think it was imporant to tell me? Plus, you aren't suppose to be having anything to do with BUD today, that was our deal."

Zarek was astonished that Abram was getting upset over this and began to chuckle a bit, "I honestly didn't think it was that big of a deal"

"Zarek, he's your opponent tomorrow, and you didn't believe that it was a big deal? Anything to do with one of your opponents is a big deal, no matter who it be." Abram was going into all powerful manager mode. Again, the buzzing began and Abram looked at his phone, "Hold on, I have to take this."

As Abram turned around and began slowly walking the other way, expecting Zarek to follow him, Zarek was giving a slight motion to..as it looked like...nobody in particular. It appears that without Abram's permission, Zarek had gotten BUD camera's to come with them on this little trip to Vegas, which goes without saying that the camera men chosen to go had to objections. The camera's take Zarek's que and zoom in on him as an unsuspecting Abram slowly walks away, more concerned with whoever he is on the phone with. Although Zarek promised he would have no contact with BUD for two days, Zarek just couldn't help himself.

Reflecting on the events of recent weeks, "Wow, somebody call the damn psyche ward, another patient has escaped. Tell the adminastation over there to hire new guards, because the guards they have now just seem to be letting them out. So what do these escaped crazy people do once they escape, they run over the BUD, of course. I mean, you've got this psycho chick, Kayla Marie running around attacking everyone, then you got this Deacon Frost over here getting into people's buisness, then we have this Manic guy who believe people actually give a shit about what he says. Congradulations Manic, you've proved you have a higher vocabulary than a kindergarden, but apparently can't count better than one. You might want to use your fingers next time, considering I have had two matches so far in BUD. True, not much, but it's giving me the spot I've needed to climb the ladder. Apparently the THC Championship means nothing, well guess what Manic, despite what you may think, they just don't hand out title shots to newbies here, you have to earn the shot."

Like Abram, as Zarek talks, he also begin to move along the sidewalk. In doing so, he comes across an odd woman. The woman is a bartender and apparently, the bar that she works out isn't doing to great at the moment. In a desperate attempt to get more costumers, the bartender walks outside and begins giving passersby an 'alcohol tester'. It's actually quite funny, but in order to make her happy, Zarek takes on of the small cups from her plate. She knods with a smile, and he just knods back as he keeps walking.

Regaining his train of thought that he had lost due to the distraction of the bartender,"Which ultimately brings me to my next point, the THC free-for-all. Maybe this is the match you forgot to count, because I wasn't just given a title shot, I entered a free-for-all to capture it. Yeah, the glory is somewhat taken away from the championship in winning it the twenty-four seven way, but I didn't. I won it fair and square in a match that I happened to enter myself in. Let me tell, I earned this damn title, and it was no easy task, especially after the triple threat match."

Zarek takes a small sip of the unknown alcohol and winces a bit, it was definitely something strong, "Speaking of the triple threat, I enjoyed your little line about how you're such a big wrestling fan, but have never heard of Evan Pierce. Hell, even before stepping into the BUD arena, I knew who Evan Pierce was. You know what I think about you Manic? You're simply pathetic. You make yourself out to be this big wrestling fan, in order to discredit my statements. Heard od Drake Solace, Georgia James, Seifer, for goodness sakes? Probably not, because you're a phony. Nice try Manic, but again, nobody believes your crap. I find it kind of funny that almost every superstar that has walked into this building after me, enjoys feeding lies to everyone."

Zarek chuckles a bit before gazing upon his drink. It wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be. In one quick motion he chugged the rest of the cup, although there wasn't much in the cup in the first place. Zarek decides to take a slight detour and cross the street towards an unknown destination. He pushes the button, but the red hand still remains as the cars go by. He then pushes the button repeatly, just like the rest of the population. For some reason, he, like most of the population believe that by pushing the button a million times, the light will change faster. In never works, but it always seems like it does considering you continuously push it until the white guy pops up.

Beginning to cross the street as he continues, "Now, Manic, I speak down on you as if I've been here for years, yet I stated, multiple times that I debuted at the pay-per-view. I love how you attempt to twist everything around in order to make yourself look superior. Nice touch, Manic, nice touch. I see that I alos have some sort of 'sick' gimmick now? Excuse me, did I ever, once, say that I was this psychotic being that was out to get you? I don't believe I ever did. I love your hypocracy by the way Manic, it adds a nice touch to your incredibly boring speech. You speak down on me, for supposily having a 'psychotic' gimmick, yet you name yourself, Manic? Pure genious, I applaud thee."

Zarek steps a foot on the sidewalk across from where him and Abram had been, setting his sights on this unknown destination. "More lies and hypocracy, thanks for poiting out that you're the new guy. I get it, I realize I mentioned it a bit in my last promo, but I was meaning that you have something to prove. That message apparently didn't reach all the way to your brain. To busy looking in the dictionary attempting to find words that will make you look smarter than you actually are. Well, at least you're trying. Anyway, back to my point. You made a big show about how you're the new guy, and about how I am not much more experienced in this company than you. True, I'm oroud of you, something that came out of your mouth was actually true. Yet, you speak down on me for holding the lowest ranked title? You went all out for this hypocritic statement, didn't you? You're the new guy, hasn't had a chance to prove himself, and I'm not much different, but you attempt to put me down because I hold the THC Championship. I am having some fun picking through your lies, it's rather...delightful."

Zarek suddenly stops in what appears to be a store of some sort. It looks a big run down, but apparently, this is the place that Zarek had been walking to all along. He walks inside for a second, as the camera men stay outside, wondering what it is exactly that he may be doing. It doesn't take to long before Zarek walks back outside with a small box of ciggaretes in his hand. He packs the box before ripping off the plastic cover.

Taking one of the slender white tubes out of the box, "Winning the THC Championship your first week here, definitely worth credibility, yet Manic here says different. True, it means nothing in twenty-four seven, so I get your point. But as I've mentioned earlier, I managed to capture the THC Championship in an actual match rather than attacking some one out of nowhere. I know you haven't been playing with the big boys for long, but that means something. By the way, I never said I was better than everyone else. Hell, I'm not even close to being better than everyone else. People like Novacaine, Dannica, and Dante Cross, roam these halls. I never once said I was better than them, I did however make a deal out of being better than your average new guy that walks through the door, because yes Manic, that is what I am, a newcomer, and yes, I am better than the average one that walks through that door. Until you can prove otherwise, you're included in that average."

Zarek takes a silver lighter out of his right pocket, "Apparently, you don't understand me when I talk. You may find me boring Manic, but the least you could do is listen before you attempt to talk about what I say. Here's a pointer, it makes you look less stupid.You made a big deal about how we're both rookies, and I am no higher up on the ladder where you are. You see, that's wherre you look incredibly ignorant. I'm two and oh, which means, I have had more matches than you. You could have booked yourself on those cards, okay, that only makes your point even more hypocritical. You could have, but you didn't, which means I am higher up on the ladder than you dumbass. You've really proven yourself to be a stupid ass. Get this through your head, I am higher than you, and from now until you beat me, whenever that may be, it will remain so. In your own words Manic..."

He takes a slight puff before quoting his opponent on Hangover."Maybe pounding it up against a wall thrity or fourty times will finally help you gather your thoughts properly, and aid you in realizing that." Zarek felt a since of superiority in using his opponents words against him. He did, however, know that words meant nothing, and the ring is where things were proven. 

He takes another puff, but this time it is longer and he blows smoke rings out of his mouth. "So in this previous federation you were in, must have had no sort of ladder to climb, no sort of system to decide who was more worthy for a title shot than another, because it's obvious, you have no sense of this. It must have been pretty rough as well, from what I hear you had to fight for your life, or something like that. Wow, this concept did wonders for your brain, I'm surprised you didn't die in this federation that you speak of. It shows through your incoherent lies and hypocritic statements that just keep pouring and pouring out of your mouth."

He toses the ciggarete to the ground and steps on it, putting out the small flame that remained on the cigarette. "I mean, I'm not talking down on you for it, for the simple fact that it's apart of the game. You see many people lie, in order to get ahead, and you would be no different. Just as in a game of cards, you must lie in order to weaken your opponent, ultimately leading to their demise. Your opponent either folds, or takes a risk and goes for it. You could either be telling the truth, or you could be lying through your teeth. I see your strategy is to lie your way through everything, until you make yourself look better than you actually are."

"In other words Manic, I'm calling your bluff"