Nikki takes the drink from Cal and takes a sip, "Strong, just how I like it."  Nikki steps away from the bar.  She looks the room over, various celebrities and superstars alike scattered in small groups dot the room.  Nikki turns around to look for Cal, but isn't able to see him for the crowd around the bar.   Nikki decide's to step outside for a breath of fresh air, when one of the photographer's hired for the evening approaches her.

~Photographer~
Your Nikki Black right?

~Nikki~
Give the man a cookie, he knows his faces.

~Photographer (take a pad out and writing down Nikki's name)~
Sarcasm, I've heard that about you.  May I take a picture Ms. Black, Mr. Underwood would like for us to photograph all the guest tonight for him.

~Nikki (smiling)~
Well for Mr. Underwood, anything.  Where would you like me?

~Photographer~
Let's slip off down this hall, it's a little less crowded and much quieter, We can get much better shots there.

Nikki follows the photographer down the corridor, the photographer stops in front of a marble topped table that lines the hallway. 

~Photographer~
With the dress you are wearing tonight, this would serve as a perfect backdrop.  If I could get you to hop on the table for me.

Nikki gives the photographer a odd look the shrugs hers shoulders, "Sure why not?"  Nikki sits her drink down and hops on the table.

~Photographer~
That's perfect, now give me one of those beautiful smiles.

Nikki smiles as the flash on the camera goes off.  The photographer looks and then hoists his camera back up, "One more just to be on the safe side."  The lens on the camera shutters once more.

~Photographer~
Thanks Nikki, I'm sure Mr. Underwood will be happy with these.

~Nikki~
It's a digital camera isn't it?

~Photographer~
Yes, why?

~Nikki~
Would you mind if I took a look at the picture, just to see how it turned out?

The photographer adjust the camera to review the picture, then shows it to Nikki.

::Scene One:: It’s Monday night and the world of BUD is stoked over the party taking place at the Underwood Castle. Several people are there already, including the young and beautiful Serena, and the oh so illustrious Dark Falcon. Outside there are several photographers waiting as they realize that the single biggest name not only in Entertainment Federation history, but in straight entertainment history period is scheduled to arrive. As the time passes and the photographers grow tired, save for the wrestling affiliated photographers who are going nuts, a red 2004 Convertible top Cobra arrives and in the uncovered vehicle, kicking it in a black polo shirt and a pair of gray dress slacks is the one and only Corporate Icon. The descending sun shines off of his black ray bands as does the flashes from the now energetic photographers and surrounding media. WallStreet parks his car at the door of the castle and exits the vehicle making the flashes grow even faster. WallStreet tosses his keys to the hired valet as he smiles and waves to all of the photographers and adoring public. After having taken plenty of time to make sure that the cameras could grab numerous pictures of him and that the public had plenty of time to view him, he walks the ever so cheesy red carpet to the front door and then enters the Castle. As he enters the castle there is two security guards who immediately come to the sides of WallStreet and shows him to the party. As WallStreet enters the party he notices a lot of the crew staff and other BUD employees are there, including the ever so beautiful Lily who has been given the night off to enjoy this party and has been replaced by Tony Schimal for the night. The crowd that notices WallStreet all turns and greets him with yells as he simply smiles and raises his hand, greeting those who just greeted him. As WallStreet walks into the party a waiter rushes to him and ask for a drink request. WallStreet, "Lets start off soft, give me a Whiskey and Coke dry, and make it a triple." The waiter nods and rushes back off as WallStreet is being approached by different people he knows from the arena. WallStreet shakes a few hands and shares a few pecks on cheeks as he makes his way through the room. WallStreet glances over to the side and notices former Undisputed heavyweight weight champion of the world Iron Mike Tyson standing and chatting with the Cerebral Assassin Triple H, The Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels, and former New York Knick and current Minnesota Timber wolf, Latrell Sprewell. WallStreet walks over and starts shaking hands in the same order the celebrities were listed as he says, "Hey guys, I’m glad to see that my secretary made sure those invitations all got where they needed to be." Tyson, "Hey, it’s my pleasa, Might as well enjoy shit like this while I can, soon it’s back to feeding of the anger and hatred that I have buried deep within." WallStreet laughs and pats him on the shoulder as he moves on to shaking hands with Triple H, "Damn glad you could make it Paul." Triple H, "Well I got invitations from both you and Roxy so I figured if I didn’t come I’d have to hear it from both of ya." WallStreet laughs and moves on to Shawn, "No doubt�?Mike, as always a true pleasure to see ya buddy." Michaels, "I’m glad to be here Taylor." WallStreet nods and finally makes it to Latrell Sprewell, "Latrell, you bastard�?What are ya doing man, we could of gone all the way this year if you’d of stayed in New York, You son of a bitch." WallStreet laughs as Latrell says, "Hey man, business is business, if anyone can appreciate that it should be you." WallStreet, "Absolutely�?(Turns to Triple H and HBK) So where are the rest of the boys? Big Kev, Scotty and Sean?" Triple H, "They’ll be here later on, they had some other things they had to do first." WallStreet nods, "Excellent�?Let me tell ya guys, this is gonna be a Hell of a time, even if Syck doesn’t produce a top notch party, The Corporate Icon is in the house and you can bet your ass that I will make sure that my guest have a damn good time." About that time the waiter arrives with a tray full of drinks. Everyone standing there grabs a drink including WallStreet who sees his Coke and Whiskey. WallStreet, "Thanks a lot brah." As the waiter walks away WallStreet turns back to his buddies and says, "As I was saying, this place should end up off the hook. Now you will have to hear Slip Knot from what I understand, but hopefully it will be a short performance, if it’s anything huge then we’ll go hit some clubs." Triple H, "Sounds like a plan buddy." WallStreet, "Speaking of plans, Iron Mike, buddy, I hear you’re heading back into the ring man. Congratulations." Tyson, "Thank you. Once again I can do what I truly enjoy, bringing forth an incomparable level of pain and suffering to those who have angered me and to finally once again release the rage which has been unjustly forced upon me." WallStreet, "Well you know the Corporate Icon always has your back pal�?Anyway guys, as much I would love to just hang out and kick it with you guys, I’ve gotta go do some mingling. Can’t have people thinking that I’m not social or that I only communicate with my boys, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go and shake some hands, do a little talking and drinking, and leave impressions like only the Corporate Icon, can. So have a great time, enjoy the party, And I will catch back up with you guys shortly." The group of WallStreet’s guest nod and go on about talking amongst themselves as WallStreet notices Dark Falcon heading through a door. WallStreet thinks to himself "Hmm, I wonder what square soft product he’s promoting this week" That thought makes WallStreet laugh out loud as he decides to follow Falcon. <<<<<<<<<<<<<The Following Was Written By Dark Falcon>>>>>>>>>>>>> Heading onto the balcony Dark Falcon looks into the starry sky and sighs to himself and rests one hand on his forehead. There is sudden laugh behind Dark Falcon causing him to turn around. WallStreet happens to be walking towards him laughing a bit. WallStreet: Why are you wearing those ridiculous clothes. You look like the main character from that Final Fantasy game. Dark Falcon gets an almost sinister look in his eye as he stares down WallStreet as he nears him. Squall: It’s what I always wear Seifer. WallStreet stops for a moment and pauses to think for a second. A smile runs across his face as he knows exactly what is going on. WallStreet/Seifer: I could have killed you the last time we faced off. Squall: I could have done the same to you. Too bad neither of us did. WallStreet/Seifer: I didn’t do it cause I knew you were a waist of time. Squall: You keep thinking your better than me Seifer. WallStreet/Seifer: I will, don’t worry. Dark Falcon pulls the gun blade off his belt and rushes at WallStreet, who in turn raises his hands in defense and steps backwards. Dark Falcon stops himself from using the blade. WallStreet/Seifer: Come on. I’m unarmed. Is that anyway to treat an opponent? Squall: Your right…you wouldn’t be worth the effort. WallStreet/Seifer: That…or your just to weak to use it against me. Squall: Why don’t you just leave me alone Seifer? WallStreet/Seifer: Then you can drown in our own self pity…why not. I’ll catch you around then. With that WallStreet heads back into the party, laughing to himself about what just transpired. Dark Falcon puts the gun blade back in its rightful place and goes back over to the balcony and looks into the stars. <<<<<<<<<<<The Previous Was Written By Dark Falcon>>>>>>>>> As WallStreet is wearing his large arrogant smile, amused by what has just happened, he notices another smile�?A Bright, white, innocent smile from across the room. WallStreet’s arrogant grin turns to a soft smile as he sees Serena laughing about something. WallStreet smiles and heads across the room to catch up with her, as he does he notices Syck standing by her. WallStreet raises a curious eyebrow before he remembers the auction, then WallStreet grows a blank stair�?/P> WallStreet, "Wait a second�?I was supposed to pick up Dark Child from the Auction house." With that the scene changes to a dark room where Dark Child is standing on an empty stage. Dark Child uses an almost intimidated voice as he says, "Yo……�?Dawg……�?Is WallStreet here yet dawg?............ Hello…………�?Hello?" With that the scene immediately switches back to WallStreet who laughs slightly at the scene he just imagined before he continues across the room. As he continues across the room he notices that Syck is heading the opposite way, this brings a small smile across WallStreet’s face realizing he can steal a moment with Serena. WallStreet walks around and comes up behind Serena who is chatting with Kristen. WallStreet quickly places his large soft hands over Serena’s eyes and says, "Guess who?" Serena spins around and says, "TAYLOR!" WallStreet says, "Hey, you cheated." Serena sticks out her tongue as WallStreet laughs slightly and then bends down and kisses Serena. It starts out as if it will be a small kiss but it becomes a rather deep and passionate kiss, As WallStreet slowly pulls his head away from Serena, her eyes remain closed as if she hasn’t snapped out of the moment yet. Finally she opens her eyes and says, "Wow�? WallStreet laughs as Serena realizes she just said "Wow" and begins blushing. WallStreet, "So, how’s your night going thus far sweetie?" Serena, "It’s great now that you’re here." WallStreet smiles and says, "How’s the date going?" Serena, "It’s been fun, Justin is a pretty nice guy." WallStreet nods and says, "Yeah, I get the impression that he can be." Serena, "You’re not going to get jealous knowing that technically I’m his date are you? Because you know I want to be your date and�? WallStreet smiles and says, "Don’t worry babe, I’m secure enough in our relationship that I’m not going to grow jealous over knowing that you’re here with Syck…�?I just wish I had remembered to grab Dark Child, then I wouldn’t have to worry about the fact that I need another drink, I’d just send him to grab it." WallStreet gives a huge smile that can only be compared to the Tooth flashing smile on the MSN Emoticons list, and then kisses Serena on the cheek before he turns around and sees that Syck has returned from wherever he had left to. WallStreet, "If it isn’t the host himself�?Decent party. Listen man, I’d like to have a little chat with you about some business matters later�?I’d do it now but I want another drink. (WallStreet laughs) Anyway, I think I’m gonna go back to messing with Falcon, but I’ll be around, come get a hold of me when you have a spare minute." With that WallStreet pats Syck on the shoulder as if they were long time friends or something and then turns around, kisses Serena on the cheek again, and walks back into the increasingly large sea of humanity. As he does he re-locates Kristen McMichaels. WallStreet, "Hey Kris, can I talk to ya for a minute?" Kristen nods and walks through a few people to arrive at WallStreet. WallStreet, "Kris, listen, I’m sorry about all of the issues with RJ and I. I know that you care for RJ and he seems to share those feelings, I was just trying to look out for you�?It’s hard you know? I mean I grew up able to watch over Jaymie and be there anytime she ever had a problem. If somebody hurt her, I was there, if somebody had a problem with her, I made sure it was known that they had a problem with me�?And still to this day Jaymie and I are as close as any sister and brother can be. But with you, I didn’t have that opportunity�?I didn’t have the chance to make sure you were taken care of and to make sure that you were protected, so I guess I kind of felt a little guilty and was trying to make up for it now and I should of respected the fact that you’re an adult and you are capable of living your own life�?And I guess I should of given RJ a chance too, he showed a lot of integrity and class at Rage and Retribution and while he still doesn’t have my trust, he does have my respect, and that is far harder to earn then any championship or any medal of recognition one could acquire…�?Anyway, the point is that I should of just let you live your life, and I apologize for having come off like an over baring jerk." With that WallStreet humbly bows his head and then walks off in search of some more of Syck’s guest, and people who he himself invited, to harass or communicate with.