Knock! Knock! Knock!

Someone rapped at the door to the penthouse suite of a fancy hotel. Some expensive pieces of art hung on the white walls of the living room area. Light was allowed into the suite thanks to a large picture window. A thin veil of white curtains blocked the view outside. The place was very well furnished. Several plush sofas and chairs were placed in a square pattern around a large square-shaped mahogany coffee table. Empty bottles of champagne, wine and beer were set atop the table and on the beige carpeting. A bar in one corner was also full of empty bottles of various kinds of alcohol. They ranged from whisky, rum, vodka, scotch and some brandy, all kinds of drinks that would suit many tastes.

Essentially, the place was quite a mess. Aside from the bottles of booze littering many parts of the suite, several articles of clothing were strewn all over the floor and on the furniture. A white skirt, a black mini-skirt, a white blouse, a light blue top and two pairs of black high heel shoes were scattered about here and there among the sofas and on the floor. Of greater interest would be the two bras that lay near the bar. A pair of men’s pants and black, silk shirt lay in front of a door off the main room near what looked to be the door to the bathroom.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The person outside the suite persisted. Still, no one in the penthouse stirred. The person outside tried the door handle but found it to be locked. The individual knocked again, this time with more vigor.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“I'm coming! I'm coming! Hold your horses!” Someone yelled, although strained, from behind the closed door near the bathroom.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The door to the suite’s master bedroom swung open and out walked WWA superstar and newly crowned WWA tag team champion, Mick Vain. Dressed only in a pair of navy blue Reebok shorts, Mick squinted thanks to the sudden light assaulting his senses. His long brown hair was a tangled mess. Mick made no attempt to remove the strands of hair from his face. He grumbled all the way to the door and looked through the peephole. He mumbled something to himself then casually slipped the lock and opened the door.

There stood the shrewd Vain and Vicious manager, Lance Gold. The middle-aged man smiled from ear to ear and beamed, seeing his young prodigy and half of his tag team.

“May I come in?” Lance asked, noticing the state of the room and of Mick Vain who seemed to have indulged freely in the liquor that must have flowed the previous night.

Mick rubbed his temples and mumbled something incoherent. He waved his hand at Lance to come in. Lance entered and shut the door behind him a bit harder than he would normally. Mick paused in front of the bathroom door and held his head. The sudden gasp and wince expressed by Mick showed that his head was very sensitive to sudden and loud noises, signs of an obvious hangover. Mick stepped into the bathroom.

Lance walked around the suite and shook his head at what he saw. He smiled. Amused at the idea of what must have been a wild party. It was safe to assume that Vic Vicious would be in a similar state as Mick. Unlike Mick, Vic was not known as a big party animal but was not above indulging himself when there was an occasion to celebrate. Since Mick and Vic had only recently been crowned the new WWA Tag Team Champions, the occasion to celebrate had certainly come. Lance walked around a bit before coming to stop in front of the entertainment unit housing the big screen television, DVD player, VCR, stereo and other equipment. Two items of great worth and importance rested atop the unit. They were the WWA Tag Team titles. They shone with a brilliance that warmed Lance’s heart, what heart he had.

After a minute or two, the sound of a toilet being flushed could be heard and Mick walked back out. Gingerly, he settled in one of the sofas with his back to the window. In his hand, Mick carried a bottle of aspirins. He popped out a couple of pills from the bottle and searched on the table for something with which to wash them down. Noticing that Mick could use a hand, Lance went to the bar and returned with a bottle of water.

“Thanks man,” Mick muttered before taking the medication. He looked up at Lance and smiled weakly. “Damn Lance, what are you doing here so early?” he asked.

“I just wanted to stop by to see how you gentlemen were feeling today. I hear you threw one hell of a party.”

Mick sank into the sofa and continued to smile. A glint of confidence returned to the champion’s eyes. “You know it Lance. A Vain and Vicious party is not for the weak of heart... or stomach.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! I know you guys had a blast last night. Sorry I couldn’t make it. I was busy with some business. The people at Reebok want to talk about running an ad with you gentlemen. And of course winning the tag team titles only sweetens the deal.”

“Hey, that sounds great Lance, but couldn’t you tell me this later? It’s pretty damn early to talk shop.” Mick leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs.

“Mick, it's 10:15 and the sun has been shining for hours now. It's time to get out of bed. What have you been doing all night? Aside from drinking, as I can see you did plenty of that.” Lance waved at the state of the suite. “You look awful.” Lance smiled knowingly at Mick.

No sooner had Lance said this when a tall, attractive, curvacious, and scantily clad blond walked out of the master bedroom where Mick emerged only moments ago. She walked up to Mick and kissed him on the cheek. She winked as she looked up at Lance. She disappeared into the bathroom and within seconds, the sound of running water from a shower could be heard. Lance grinned a bit foolishly and was about to say something to Mick as another, or was it the same, tall, attractive, curvy, scantily clad blond left the bedroom. She also walked up to Mick, kissed him on the cheek and winked at Lance before disappearing into the bathroom in her turn. Lance’s jaw looked as though it would hit the floor as the twins seemed to have worked their charm on him by their mere appearance.

“Whoa Mick! Say no more. I think I know what your were up to all night.” Lance said, looking feverish. He loosened his tie.

“What? How did you know I was up...” Mick purposely paused at this word, “all night?”

“Yes, it is kind of warm in here,” Lance took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his forehead, keeping his eyes on the open doorway to the bathroom where the girls inside giggled.

“Yo Lance! Snap out of it man!” Mick grinned at his manager.

“What is goin’ on in here?!” Vic Vicious stood in another open doorway, wearing a hotel bathrobe and sporting a bandage on his forehead covering a cut suffered at the hands of The Pain Syndicate at the Birthday Bash pay-per-view. Seeing his manager and tag team partner in the living room, his expression softened. “Oh, it’s you Lance. I was wondering who the hell had come to visit us so damn early.”

Lance looked at Mick who gave him an ‘I-told-you-so’ look.

“Good morning Vic, I just wanted to come by and congratulate you gentlemen on a fine victory at the Birthday Bash.”

“No you didn’t. What is it?” Vic knew Lance all too well. This visit was business oriented. If not, Lance never would have bothered coming at that particular hour. Lance smiled at the astuteness of his team.

“Right you are Vic. Next Monday, the Devil Dogs will be taking on the new number one contenders for your titles, the League of Goodness.”

“And?” Vic’s impatience showed with the effects the liquor had on his mind and body.

“And you two will be making an appearance at that particular Meltdown,” Lance said matter-of-factly.

Mick agreed. “Of course Lance, what kind of Meltdown would it be if Vain and Vicious didn’t show up? I guess the fans will need to get their money’s worth at the show so we better be there.”

A sinister grin appeared on Lance’s face. He looked at Mick, then at Vic. “You now hold some serious pieces of hardware that carry a lot of prestige. You now wear the bullseye. And so it is time to show the WWA and its fans how dedicated you are in keeping those titles. The first phase of our plan is complete. You are WWA champions. However, that is not enough of a statement for me. There is much work to be done and it starts next week at Meltdown.”

Vic nodded, “I’m down with that Lance. Let’s kick off the Vain and Vicious title reign in style.” Vic yawned and stretched out his arms. “Well, if you don’t mind, I best be gettin’ back to bed. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Mick chuckled. “So, who’d you score with last night bro?”

A sly smile crept across Vic’s lips, winking at his tag team partner. “Sandra.”

“Vic, you sly dog!”

Vic closed the door behind him as he disappeared into his bedroom. Mick turned his attention to his manager.

“So Lance, we’ll do the Reebok ad. That won’t be a problem. Meltdown next week? That won’t be a problem either.”

“Good to hear, not that I had any doubts.”

Mick looked to be feeling better as a soft, melodious voice called out his name. One of the striking blondes peeped out of the doorway, keeping her body hidden behind the wall. Water dripped from her hair and down her exposed tanned arm and leg.

“Oh Mick, could you please come and help me? I need someone to come and help me wash my back... and my front.” The blonde eyed Mick seductively, batting her long, dark eyelashes. She then disappeared only after flashing a shy, but devilish smile.

Mick raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Well Lance, time for you to hit the road. As you can see, it's time for me to um, work out, some negative energy and lucky for the ladies in there, I have plenty of...” Mick appeared to wake from his reverie and stared at Lance, puzzled. “Alright, alright, let’s go Lance. You’re drooling all over the floor!”

Mick escorted Lance to the door of the penthouse suite. After seeing the ladies apparently waiting in the shower, he appeared reluctant to leave. Mick had other things on his mind, obviously. He nearly had to shove Lance out, but did manage to shut the door, leaving him with but several feet separating him from his lovely, erm, friends. Before taking a step, Mick noticed something on the floor. A pink envelope lay there as if someone had slid the item under the door. The letters Y.B.F. were neatly written on the front of the envelope. Mick shrugged, making nothing it as he placed it on the bar before disappearing into the steamy bathroom. The sound of ladies giggling was all that could be heard over the sound of running water.

Fade to Black.