Hotel rooms and motorways, this life out here is raw
Stepping through the doors, Dazz entered the main entrance, looking around and spotting a desk to his left with a blonde haired woman sitting behind it in a white blouse and black jacket, smiling as he approached. His hair swings and bobs gently with every step he takes, a confident swagger as various women turn their heads to admire him, following him with their gaze, this hot sexy male clad in ripped jeans and a red shirt, the top two buttons opened to show the tanned skin on his upper pectorals and the thick silver chain around his neck, which ripples as he looks towards the females and raises his eyebrows, smiling in their direction as they suddenly blush bright red and giggle to themselves, Dazz just looking directly ahead of himself again, straight towards the reception desk. Her eyes widened to drink in the glorious sight before her, checking out every inch visible above the top of the desk as he looks down at her with blue-green eyes.
Welcome to the Mirage, how may I help you sir?
He smiles, watching as she starts to fidget in her seat at his glowing grin, her hand reaching up to pat her hair gently as her fingers reach for her blouse and open it slightly to show off some skin of her own.
Hey, would ya blow me?
She inhales slowly then lets out a cool jet of air from her lips, a slight frown forming.
Excuse me?
He quietly laughs to himself and looks down at the ground to stifle the laughter before looking back up at her with a straight face.
Hey, would ya blow me?
She remains quizzical but decides to be as professional as possible in the face of such immaturity, looking down and moving her hands towards the black book in front of her, flicking through it as page after page moves past her eyes at a quick pace, finally pausing as she looks at the date then reads down the list of reservations, recoiling as she sees a scribbling halfway down:
Mr Haywood Jablomey, booked Thursday August 30th to Saturday September 1st.
She looks closer and then glances up, meeting his face as she tries to conceal her obvious embarrassment not only at the name in the books but also at her guard slipping just a little in questioning him about the name even if she was right all along.
Mr Jablomey, your keys to the Penthouse Suite and please, enjoy your stay.
She smiles as she stretches her arm over the desk, dangling his room key in front of him as he smiles and takes it, clutching it tightly.
Well, if you ever need anything, you know where to find me.
He smiles as she blushes once more, Dazz turning around and walking away towards the elevators, pressing his finger against the button and waiting as it moved down, the doors opening as he steps inside and pushes the button to take him to the Penthouse Suite. Looking around at the white and silver insides of this tiny compartment he finds himself standing in, he glances at his reflection in the metal, checking his hair and watching the floor numbers as they slowly change until it reaches the highest point possible, coming to a halt silently while the doors slowly open before him. Dazz exits the elevator into the hallway, looking around at the white décor that lines the walls, ceiling and carpeted floor, matching furniture placed across the room; a chair here, couch close to that, table with huge plasma screen television. On the far left is a white door leading to another room while directly in front of him is the huge window area, looking clear to him inside the room even though they are gold tinted. Dazz walks towards it, looking out at the street below, watching as tourists take pictures of the volcano down on street level in front of the Mirage, walking from hotel to hotel, casino to casino, wanting to see some more entertainment while vehicles carrying residents and other tourists drive up and down the roads, the view allowing him to see along the rest of the Strip, huge buildings standing in his way of various outdoor variety acts and sights that try to grab attention and entice potential paying customers inside. Breathtaking. That’s the only word to describe his new home, his millions of dollars as vocalist, rhythm guitarist and one of the chief songwriters in the influential metal band Havok Rising as well as his legendary status as a professional wrestler easily able to afford him the price to stay here as long as he wishes, even if he stays at his other home in San Rafael at various points in the year, the Mirage owners allowing him to continue paying rent to keep other people away from this suite unless he chooses otherwise.
Baby? That you?
The female voice came from behind the white door at the left of the room, familiar sounding to both the viewer and to Dazz as he smiles at the sound, moving away from the gorgeous view of the most visited area in the whole of Nevada and edging closer to the door, reaching out and gripping the silver handle, turning it and pushing open the door to get his second gorgeous view in less than five minutes, a huge smile spreading across his face. This is the bedroom and the main feature visible is the huge king size bed draped in white silken sheets with the most beautiful woman draped on top of those wearing a white tank top and a pair of hipsters, lying on one side of her body grinning at him.
Hey there sexy, been waiting long?
Hey boo, you know any time without you is too long.
Yeah that’s true, I had some fun with the new girl downstairs.
You didn’t book under a fake name again did you?
She sighs and rolls her eyes as he nods.
I told you before to not hang with any skanks, you only talk to or spend more than a few seconds with me unless I invite her to our room.
Baby I know, I’m sorry, had to get my key though.
Doesn’t matter, besides I invited her up earlier so once she’s finished downstairs, we can help her finish up here.
The two smile at each other as they imagine what they’ll do to the receptionist tonight, Dazz suddenly snapping out of his short daydream and hurriedly tugging at his belt, pulling his jeans open and sliding the zipper down before letting them drop around his ankles, Karla getting wide eyed and open mouthed at the sight, another big grin as she swings her body to the edge of the bed then gets onto the floor, crawling across it slowly towards him then rising up onto her knees, the camera catching her hair moving back and forth with little jerking motions against his body as he looks down at her, closing his eyes and sighing as this continues for a few seconds until his cell starts to ring. Without missing a beat, Karla continues to bob as the sound of fumbling is heard and then her forearm appears, passing him his cell as he answers the call.
Dude I’m busy, what…….? Oh right. Well…..oo yeah like that…..
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Sorry, it was nothing, like I was about to say, is he absolutely sure?
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I don’t…..mmmm damn baby……
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Yeah, listen I’ll call you back, I’m real busy right now.
He quickly hangs up and tosses the phone onto the bed, reaching his hands down and caressing the top of Karla’s head, moving her hair out of the way.
Oo shit lets take this to the shower.
He brings his hands up as we see Karla’s holding in his grip, using his strength to help her to her feet as they smile and make out passionately, massaging the small of her back until they break it off and she saunters past the bed and towards another white door leading to the bathroom, shaking her ass as she goes, Dazz watching intently then shuffling a foot or two before bending down and pulling up his jeans, enabling himself to walk the rest of the distance across the room as we fade out listening to nothing but giggling and running water.
We come to a scene in the hotel room with Dazz seated in one of the chairs, looking anxious and slightly annoyed wearing nothing but a pair of ripped jeans, his feet are bare and his muscular and well toned torso is on display, hair neatly resting against his shoulders. A frown forms on his face, causing him to raise his hands to his forehead and massage his eyebrows for fear of causing lines in his skin. The room remains silent and empty as a heavy exhalation is heard from the room’s only occupant, waiting, for what or who we don’t know until the elevator doors open and a knock at the door wakes him from his suspended animation, breaking the trance and causing him to push his whole body off the chair using his hands, muscular arms tensing under the weight as he stands up straight and walks barefoot across the carpet, pulling the door open and stepping aside as a slightly taller and very skinny man with long ginger hair and a slight beard on his chin walks in wearing sneakers, jeans and an Iron Maiden t-shirt, a black digital watch on his left wrist. Dazz shuts the door behind him as the man looks around, whistling and admiring the stunning room, spotting a black women’s thong on the floor then looking at Dazz who just burns a whole through this visitor, causing him to continue walking towards a second chair, sitting on it as Dazz returns to the seat he occupied a minute ago. The long-haired male leans forwards, resting his arms against his knees.
Dazz listen, I’m really sorry, I know how pissed you are but I just don’t think I can carry on, my arm’s pretty fucked and I can’t play drums at all.
He looks towards his companion with an apologetic expression all over his face, hoping that Dazz would somehow forgive him and welcome his plea and perhaps even express his deepest sympathy at this.
Russell I’m sorry but how the fuck can I forgive this? You went and fucked your arm by getting your ass drunk and dicking around, is it my fault you fell out your fuckin’ window? Now we spent half this year wondering if Havok Rising’s gonna survive after your bullshit, now you don’t think you’ll ever play again? This is bullshit.
I’m sorry, I wish I’d never done that but it happened, I feel real guilty for this happening man, I wish I could do something to change this.
Dazz sighs and ducks his head down, placing a hand across his face and rubbing it as he tries to think of the next words to say, praying this wasn't just a bad dream and that his band would continue to be alive for a lot longer.
Dude listen, I hate to have to do this but you remember all those years ago? Havok Rising would only be alive as long as the four of us remained together, if one of us fell we'd all have to part ways? Well I think it's time we end things, once again you've disappointed the fans man, you've totally fucked everything up. New album, guaranteed slot playing the Metal Hammer awards end of the year, I just don't know what to say.
Then don't say anything, play the last few shows we had planned for September, we'll make the announcement at the end and then hopefully we can all still hang out while you do other things. Your wrestling thing's really taking off again, you seem happy with that Karla girl you're hanging with plus I heard from Tom that you've been working on songs by yourself so could turn that into something too.
He thought about these ideas. Yes he was busy with a few things in pro wrestling, he had an American title match at NLCW's 'When Worlds Collide' show this very sunday at Madison Square Garden. Then there was the fact he'd taped a segment for ICE this morning challenging for the Universal championship at their next pay per view event in late September. Karla was the best thing that ever happened to him period so that area of his personal life was doing as good as his wrestling career currently was. As for his other musical projects, he wasn't sure whether to do anything more than gather a few friends together at HQ to record them just for shits and giggles or actually tour with the material and release it to the general public. Then again, he couldn't live without performing for fans or writing songs so a new band could do his ego, his career and his happiness some good after Russell had the accident which prevented him playing drums, perhaps indefinitely now.
Ok fine, I'll go for it then but I want you to be there producing and mixing with me, got it?
You got it buddy.
Russell smiled as Dazz returned the favor, the screen fading out from this happy scene between old friends and straight into a black screen, words suddenly forming across it scrolling upwards.
Don’t worry boo, you got me, this Sunday you’ll be declared rightful American champion and then you can figure out how to get your music across to people some other way.
Karla kisses his forehead as he held up the remote control in his right hand, thumb poised over the OFF button and compressing it, the news on the television screen disappearing as the couple are left with no view other than the gray emptiness and their own distorted and darkened reflections in the glass. He looks up at her gorgeous face and finally cracks a smile, leaning up to kiss her on the lips as he strokes her cheek.
So, we wearing this or we gonna change in the limo?
Well, I thought we could change in the limo after we’ve err…..you know.
She winks at him as he gets the idea, sliding his hand up to the back of her head, clutching at her hair and pulling her closer as they start to make out, stopping only to allow him to rise to his feet, grabbing at her ass and collecting the American championship belt from a nearby table, Dazz and Karla waiting for the elevator doors to open, stepping inside and disappearing from view, the doors sliding closed as we fade once again.
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