A business meeting with the Champ.

[Jason Anderson The Boss]

Jason along with Sloth and Dave were standing on the outside in front of his old Gentleman Club as they were taking the sign down and replacing it with the new name of his new Night Club he made in honor of his mother. He just smiled softly looking up at the sign at the picture of the fire bird Phoenix with a bit of a smirk. He looks over at the two with a bit of a nod while all the construction was going on outside of the building.

“So, everything is going as planned.”

Sloth nods softly handing over some of the city paperwork that give him all the legal stuff he need for the place.

“You don’t have to worry about them trying to close you down anytime soon and especially after what the House did to the place, they are happy to see you are back in charge. Jamie and his friends cause so much trouble so there was ALOT of fines I need to get rid for you, but they are all great now. We just need to make sure open night you don’t have any surprises.”

Jason couldn’t believe what Jamie and his newfound friends have done with the place. There was so much red taped they need to cross but things are looking good for now. Jason knew by surprised he was talking about the same surprised that made the choice to show up at the Wrestling School. The person came to his locker room one night at Rampage, show up at Angel School, then show up at his mother school and it all of it is because of Jamie. The men walked inside of the building standing right at top of the entrance way looking down. Jason in his mind was seeing the dance floor pack with the people dancing having a great time with a soft grin. Jason daydream was broken by Dave.

“I have the list of names of the men and women who I believe would be perfect for the The Club. I will talk it over with your business partner once things are figure out between your two. Your two is still working on that deal...”

Jason was secretly going to work with someone else but he just waiting on to see if the person is still in for the deal which he is hoping for. He believes she would be a great fit for The Club. While Jun and Chris handling the one in Japan, she could handle the one here in States with Sloth and Dave.

“I believe so we are about to have another secret meeting soon but there another deal I am hoping to get pan out just right that with the one and only Undisputed Champion. So please someone tell me her VIP room is ready because she will be here in a few to see it. I told her before the grand opening I want her to see if there anything she would like to change about the room.”

Diana appears with a bit of a smirk with her arm still in arm cast that goes up almost her shoulder. Jason still was upset at the fact at what happen to her during the match with Urmba. Diana looks up at Jason with a friendly wink at him.

“My arm is ok today, Bossman. Look, what more important than this arm is making sure The Champion is happy because if this doesn’t look the way she wants, and it not ready in time of the grand opening. I really don’t want her panties in a bunch.”

Diana guide Jason and Dave towards the room while Sloth stood back. He want to wait for Sally to guide her inside of the building. He was making sure everything look just right on him from his suit to his hair. He will admit he was a bit scare of meeting the Undisputed Champion it was something about her. He took his shades off making sure they look just clean placing them back on his face he noticed a car pulling up hoping it was her.

Sally Talfourd

[Sally Talfourd]

The relentless grip of winter tightened its icy fingers around the concrete jungle of New York City, transforming the rain-slicked streets into a frozen labyrinth. The neon lights, now diffused through the frost-laden air, painted the surroundings in an ethereal glow, casting a desolate beauty upon the city's nocturnal canvas. The Club, hidden in the heart of this frigid metropolis, awaited the arrival of the EWC Undisputed Champion, ‘The Last Magician’ Sally Talfourd, its atmosphere now tinged with a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very fabric of the dimly lit establishment.

Sally's sleek black car glided to a silent stop in front of Dark Phoenix, its tires whispering against the icy pavement. The driver hurried to open the door, revealing a blast of frigid air that immediately nipped at Sally's exposed skin. She emerged, a vision of elegance in the unforgiving winter night. The wind toyed with her dark curls as she surveyed the frozen landscape, her breath forming fleeting clouds in the chilly air. A muffled comment escaped her lips, "I hate Winter here," as she pulled her jacket tighter around her, the fabric offering a feeble defence against the encroaching cold.

With measured steps, Sally made her way towards the entrance, her heels clicking on the frozen sidewalk. The doorman, bundled in layers, greeted her with a nod, his eyes betraying the shared acknowledgment of the bitter weather. Sally, determined, tightened her grip on the lapels of her coat, a silent promise to herself that the cold wouldn't dampen the warmth she sought within the confines of Dark Phoenix.

Sloth, the night's orchestrator, surveyed Sally’s arrival with a nervous exhale that crystallized in the frozen air. As the door creaked open, a gust of freezing wind swept through. In walked Sally Talfourd, her silhouette framed by the frost-kissed entrance. Her arrival sent a shiver through the room, as if a gust of arctic wind had breached the sanctuary of Dark Phoenix.

Undeterred by the winter's unforgiving grasp, Sloth approached Sally with a polite nod, his breath forming fleeting clouds in the frigid air, "Miss Talfourd, thank-you so very much for coming. It’s not every day someone with your reputation visits ..."

“Cut the flattery,” Sally whips back as she shakes any snow that might have caught her on the way in, “It’s too cold to waste time. Get me in and get me a drink.”

Sloth gestured towards the heart of Dark Phoenix, where the muted lights and the low murmur of music set the stage, "Of course, Miss Talfourd. Allow me to show you ..."

Sally, her mood as frosty as the air outside, scoffed, “I’d have gone down the road and got my nails done if I wanted pampering. I’m here because someone who knows me well enough to not call me Miss Talfourd asked me to. Take me to Jason, then get me a drink.”

Caught off guard by Sally's biting retort, Sloth stammered for a moment before attempting to regain his composure, "Well, yes, of course. I meant no disrespect. I’m sure Jason is eager to see you too."

Together, they ventured into the depths of Dark Phoenix, where the subdued ambiance and the muted colours created an atmosphere akin to a noir film set against a backdrop of snowflakes and shadows. The air, which was soon to be laced with the scent of aged spirits, held the promise of warmth amidst the winter's embrace even in its unfinished state.

[Saito Family (Luke and Luna)]

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[Jason Anderson The Boss]

Sloth just gently smiled over at her while she was shaking the snow off herself. He gently reached over and helped her a bit. Once they were inside of the building she could feel the warmest of the building. Sloth took her coat and placed it over his arm. He started to guide her around the building so she could take in everything from the big dance floor and noticed how the stairs go down into a spiral towards the dance floor.

“This way to the VIPs room..”

Sloth walked ahead of her a bit while they were walking towards the rooms, she noticed a big black door and around the edges it was gold. Sloth smirks a bit over at her with a soft smile.

“Jason will talk to you about that later but first he wants to make sure you are ok with your VIP room and also with your contract for your appearances at Dark Phoenix.”

They stop now in front of a room where on the front of it has Sally Talfourd Trademark right on the front to show it was her own private VIP room. Sloth opened the door for her inside of the room was Jason’s with his coat off wearing a pair of blue jeans with a few buttons from the top of his shirt open wearing his black gloves. He was looking out of the room where she could see her right above the dance floor. There was a bar inside of the room along with shades for the window if she wanted to close it. Jason saw her image in the window display in front of him and he smiled over her slowly turning around to her. Diana was pouring her a drink and could tell they made her favors stacked on the bar.

“Hope you like...”

The couches were in the color of black and gold with pink and red hearts also with a disco ball in the middle of the room. Diana walked over to Sally to offer her drink while Sloth walked over to the couches and placed Sally’s coat over the arm of the couch.

“The room is also soundproof. If you don’t want to hear the music from the outside all you have to do is hit this button here.”

He pointed towards the button on the table in front of him.

“That will make the music from the outside stop playing inside of here and you can play whatever you want with this here...”

He walked over to the cute looking jukebox in the room where she could see he had it stacks with everything she could think of. He looked over at her closely with a bit of a raised eyebrow.

“Last time we talked... Shane was with you... I was hoping to see my old friend also...”

Jason noticed this season that Shane wasn’t in the picture at all which was very strange because how close the two were. Well, he felt they were while Sloth sat down on the couch getting the contract ready for Sally to look over it.

[Sally Talfourd]

The VIP room, ensconced in a sepulchral elegance, seemed to hold its breath as Sloth and Sally moved around it. The muted glow of ornate lamps cast shadows that danced with secrets, and the air hummed with a blend of anticipation and scepticism.

“Shane is … doing other things,” Sally doesn’t seem to pay the question of her long missing cameraman much attention, “Have you mentioned anything to the EWC? About all this?”

“No, nothing yet,” Sloth hangs on every movement and word of Sally’s, eager to get her approval.

Sloth gestured towards a plush velvet sofa, inviting Sally to take a seat, "Please, make yourself comfortable, Miss Talfourd. As you can see, our VIP room is designed for those who seek a sophisticated and discreet haven within the heart of the city. The ambiance, the service, every detail is tailored to ensure an unparalleled experience," Sloth declared, his words measured and deliberate.

Sally, her gaze still assessing, lowered herself onto the sofa, her movements deliberate, "Sophistication and discretion can be found in any upscale establishment, Sloth. What makes this VIP room unique?” Sally's gaze wandered around the dimly lit space, taking in the opulent furnishings, "Luxary doesn't guarantee authenticity, Sloth. I've seen enough glitter to know it's not always gold."

Sloth, determined to sway Sally, took a seat across from her, his eyes unwavering, "It's not just about luxury; it's about the stories that unfold within these walls. The alliances forged, the secrets shared – Dark Phoenix becomes a confidant to those seeking respite from the city's relentless glare."

Sally arched an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Stories, Sloth? I'm interested in facts. Numbers. What does Dark Phoenix offer that the club next door or across the street can’t?"

Sloth, unfazed, leaned forward, his voice a low murmur, "Sally, consider this room as a canvas where experiences are painted in shades of mystery. The exclusivity ensures a curated clientele, fostering an atmosphere that transcends the mundane."

Sally's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms, "Exclusivity often translates to exclusion, Sloth. How are you going to make sure Dark Phoenix is, you know, full?"

Sensing the need to navigate carefully, Sloth replied, "We're confident that with names like yours attached, the people will come. We want to strike a balance between exclusivity and inclusivity, creating a haven for all."

Sally's scepticism lingered, but a flicker of interest crossed her features, "Actions speak louder than words, Sloth. I'll be watching to see if Dark Phoenix lives up to its promises."

As the conversation unfolded in the dimly lit VIP room, the dance between Sloth's aspirations and Sally's scrutiny mirrored the shadows that clung to the space. Dark Phoenix's fate remained uncertain, hanging in the balance of Sally Talfourd's discerning judgment.

[Jason Anderson The Boss]

Jason watched them both go back and forth with a bit of a smirk on his face. He was enjoying the show because no one really went toe to toe with Sloth like this. There were a few times he believed he noticed in the eyes of Sloth a bit of awe at how Sally was showing she could handle herself in deals like this. Jason admired that about her, but he also just hoped she didn't get a bit too over her head down the road. He saw how that happened with a few people, but he felt it might not be because of the people she kept around her.

“So, Shane is out of the picture... interesting.”

Jason thought that was very strange since Shane and her were always at the hips if he remembered correctly looking into her, he was even working with her during her APW Days. He hoped the two didn’t have some type of fall out because it is not easy in this business to keep people around you fully trusted for long. He still couldn’t believe how strong he and his circle have been so far people try to break them apart, but the circle always stays tight.

Sloth starts to pull out some more proof about how Jason’s Club has done in the past. Based on the numbers, I could tell when Jason’s was running a few clubs back before he always had great profits because he would at times do special signing or shows with people. Sloth then shows her the contract with a bit of nod.

“Even “if you were to lose the Undisputed Championship.”

Sloth much to put in quotes with his fingers.

“You don’t lose that paid agreement you set with us. With us alone and if you become a double champion... we will double it...If there are certain ones you DO NOT want in here know our guards will make sure they do not come into your room. You can even have Jason....”

Jason rolled his eyes a bit as Sloth looked over at him. Jason cleared his throat a bit.

“Yes, those I wish were Six Feet under you have the right to have them here in your VIP Room. Also, you will have a special table down in The Club (Fight Club) for you and your company to place bets on the fighters. The only thing I asked from ANYONE who comes into my The Club. NO DRUGS. No DRUGS IN MY CLUB. That means using or selling or even in the VIP ROOM. “

Jason has a very serious looks on his face once he mentions the#1 rule he has. Sloth gently sighed because he knew the reason why. While Jason nods softly leaning back on the couch.

“If you or even your company that contract becomes VOID right away and you will lose everything. You and your company will be banned for life from anything I RUN! So, if you want you can take the contract and have your lawyers look it over...before you sign on the dotted line. Just know what I DO with my club. The Company has NO say. Will admit I got into this business in a bit of a shady way, but I am going to make sure I keep it because this is my daughter's future if she wants to take over... this is her...”