Post by jtwalker on Jun 17, 2020 21:28:54 GMT -5
(We focus on the patio of the restaurant Lago, overlooking the Bellagio fountains in Las Vegas. As the camera zooms to a table next to the water we see J.T. Walker dressed in a dark blue Armani suit and Ms. Bloom, dressed in a Stella McCartney blouse and slacks, enjoying a meal. Walker is on the phone.)
Walker: Yes sir, that situation with the property on Fort Apache is no longer a problem.... Yes, Uncle… taking care of that in the morning and they will be out by Friday… Yes, flying out Saturday to Nebraska and hopefully back Tuesday. Yes, Nebraska. Would you believe they call an Embassy Suites a 4 star hotel? Well it was that or the Marriott Cornhusker. What even is a Cornhusker?... Ok, see you Tuesday.
(Walker hangs up the phone)
Bloom: Everything ok with your uncle, Mr. Walker?
Walker: Yes, Ms. Bloom. (He takes a bite of his Dover Sole) How is everything set up for this Monday?
Bloom: All set, we arrive late Saturday night in Lincoln. Best room I could get you and again I apologize. There wasn’t much available in the town. I have forwarded you video on Mr. Trash.
Walker: Yes, thank you for that… (a brunette waitress walks up to the table)
Waitress: Is everything satisfactory, Mr. Walker?
Walker: Absolutely, Michelle. Ms. Bloom, would you like some more wine? Perhaps some dessert?
Bloom: No thank you, Mr. Walker.
Walker: Thank you, Michelle, we are fine for now. (her turns his attention back to Ms. Bloom) So here’s what I don’t get. Did I upset someone at the APW offices? They match me up with some homeless, foul mouthed loser who whines when he taps out to some midcarder and gets pinned by some carny on a pay-per-view on my debut?
Bloom: Well sir, you did call out the owner of the company earlier this week for not showing up at your office.
Walker: Well that is just common courtesy but I guess I see your point but look at what I am putting my body up against here. Not only am I risking bedbugs in a Embassy Suites but I could get Tetanus from this F-bomb throwing cretin. We better be safe, make me an appointment at the local clinic for after the match for a Tetanus shot… no, scratch that, book a plane ticket for my personal physician to Lincoln. I need him there for after that match and let’s do Mr. Trash a solid too, let’s book him a room at the local hospital and cover his medical bills too. I plan to make an example of him in my debut. After all business is business.
Bloom: (pulling out her Ipad) I will take care of that, sir.
Walker: and then contact the Lincoln Chamber of Commerce, set up a meeting for Monday morning. There has to be a better hotel option next time I come there, especially when I am World Champion. Tell them we can break ground in a month on something twice as good as what they have. We can have Lincoln’s first 8 star hotel. Enjoy the rest of your meal, I’m going to the high limit room. (Walker gets up, drops 5 one hundred dollar bills on the table and makes his way into the casino. As the camera pans away the Bellagio fountains erupt and Frank Sinatra’s “That’s Life” plays)
Walker: Yes sir, that situation with the property on Fort Apache is no longer a problem.... Yes, Uncle… taking care of that in the morning and they will be out by Friday… Yes, flying out Saturday to Nebraska and hopefully back Tuesday. Yes, Nebraska. Would you believe they call an Embassy Suites a 4 star hotel? Well it was that or the Marriott Cornhusker. What even is a Cornhusker?... Ok, see you Tuesday.
(Walker hangs up the phone)
Bloom: Everything ok with your uncle, Mr. Walker?
Walker: Yes, Ms. Bloom. (He takes a bite of his Dover Sole) How is everything set up for this Monday?
Bloom: All set, we arrive late Saturday night in Lincoln. Best room I could get you and again I apologize. There wasn’t much available in the town. I have forwarded you video on Mr. Trash.
Walker: Yes, thank you for that… (a brunette waitress walks up to the table)
Waitress: Is everything satisfactory, Mr. Walker?
Walker: Absolutely, Michelle. Ms. Bloom, would you like some more wine? Perhaps some dessert?
Bloom: No thank you, Mr. Walker.
Walker: Thank you, Michelle, we are fine for now. (her turns his attention back to Ms. Bloom) So here’s what I don’t get. Did I upset someone at the APW offices? They match me up with some homeless, foul mouthed loser who whines when he taps out to some midcarder and gets pinned by some carny on a pay-per-view on my debut?
Bloom: Well sir, you did call out the owner of the company earlier this week for not showing up at your office.
Walker: Well that is just common courtesy but I guess I see your point but look at what I am putting my body up against here. Not only am I risking bedbugs in a Embassy Suites but I could get Tetanus from this F-bomb throwing cretin. We better be safe, make me an appointment at the local clinic for after the match for a Tetanus shot… no, scratch that, book a plane ticket for my personal physician to Lincoln. I need him there for after that match and let’s do Mr. Trash a solid too, let’s book him a room at the local hospital and cover his medical bills too. I plan to make an example of him in my debut. After all business is business.
Bloom: (pulling out her Ipad) I will take care of that, sir.
Walker: and then contact the Lincoln Chamber of Commerce, set up a meeting for Monday morning. There has to be a better hotel option next time I come there, especially when I am World Champion. Tell them we can break ground in a month on something twice as good as what they have. We can have Lincoln’s first 8 star hotel. Enjoy the rest of your meal, I’m going to the high limit room. (Walker gets up, drops 5 one hundred dollar bills on the table and makes his way into the casino. As the camera pans away the Bellagio fountains erupt and Frank Sinatra’s “That’s Life” plays)
