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What Happens in Vegas
Topic Started: Nov 21 2017, 11:21 AM (57 Views)
Barbed Wire
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It's time to take PRW to a place darker still...
It was not the first time Stacy Cornbread had been to Vegas, but even so it still managed to take her breath away. Vegas was a paradise in the middle of the desert, welcoming travelers from near and far with its intoxicating bright lights and sounds. One could have an exhausting day in Vegas just by walking down the street. Even though Stacy was exhausted from the many rigors of the PRW schedule, she couldn't help but get excited as her plane began its ascent. However, she was not here for pleasure, but rather for work. The elusive Barbed Wire had invited her to her home city of Vegas for an interview, an opportunity she could not afford to pass up.

Still, maybe she could find a little pleasure regardless.

Barbed Wire's win and loss records were not very impressive, and she was still a rookie at PRW. However, there was something about her that had managed to win over a small but continuously growing group of fans, particularly girls who loved seeing a woman such as herself take on the boys. But there was something more than that too...Barbed Wire was a daredevil willing to take risks, and a rebel willing to attack officials to get her way. She was dangerous, unpredictable, and yet strangely alluring. And now Stacy had a chance to get to know where she came from.

Wire was easy enough to find at the airport. She was wearing a tank-top and smoking a cigarette as she stood outside, her muscles ensuring that even the most adventurous of Vegas men gave her a wide berth. She barely acknowledged Stacy as she made her way up. "Ms. Cornbread. Welcome to my little slice of Hell."

"Ms. Wire. It's a pleasure to see you." Stacy held out her hand. Wire looked down at it and then, with a small smile, shook it. Her grip was strong.
"Likewise. And please, call me Reba. We're not at PRW. We don't need to rely on ringnames tonight." Wire pulled out another cigarette.
"I wasn't aware you smoked."
"I don't usually. I only do it when I have really deep thinking to do. I find it helps me gather my thoughts." Wire held up her hand, waving over a taxi. "Well, come on then Ms. Cornbread. If you want to meet me, then first you have to meet my city."

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"Take us to Old Las Vegas." Wire told the driver, who immediately began to drive.
"Oh, Wire...I mean, Reba, I thought we were going to your place?" Stacy asked, fumbling around in her bag as she looked for a pen.
"Not without a little dinner first. Don't worry, I know a place." Wire was staring out the window as the neon lights of Vegas passed them by. Each new sight and sound was enough to excite Stacy, but Wire seemed all too familiar with them. She looked bored.

"So, what was it like growing up here in Vegas?" Stacy asked as she pulled out a notepad. "Most people here come for a vacation, but never stay."
Wire turned back to her. "Vegas is basically two cities. On one hand, you have all the casinos on the Strip, full of performers and just about every form of pleasure the mind desires. This is the city of sin after all." Wire shook her head. "But that's only half of it. It's an entirely different city for those of us who call it home. All of the sex, drugs, and violence that come along with Vegas may be fun for a few nights, but living next to it? It changes your perception on things."

Stacy was quickly scribbling down whatever Wire was telling her. Wire watched her go, raising an eyebrow. "And what about your family? Who did you grow up with?"
"Mom was a hostess, dad a card dealer. Not many good employment options around here if you don't have the right education. Most people just aspire to work at one of the casinos." Wire shrugged. "It's not a bad living, but they could barely make ends meet when I came around. Dad ended up cashing out and leaving, meaning it was just my mom and I."
"Oh, Reba I'm so sorry to hear that." Stacy said, peering up from her notepad.
"Don't apologize. I got over it a long time ago." Wire explained. "It taught me to fend for myself, and turned me into who I am today."

At last, they arrived at "Old Vegas," formerly the Las Vegas Strip. Now overshadowed by the massive casinos down the road, Old Vegas still had a certain charm to it...and more than a little sleaze. At this time of night, the entire place stank of alcohol, and the bizarre street performers were out in force. Wire paid for the taxi, despite Stacy's insistence they share the cost, and they were left to walk the streets.

Stacy never felt more out of place. Her notepad in her hands was temporarily forgotten as she gazed up at all of the neon lights overhead. "Wow, this place is incredible."
"Happy you think so. It's also the first place I've ever worked." Wire said. "I was known as the Mafia's Wife. Got guys to pay me to knock them out. Surprisingly, I made pretty good money from drunk guys who wanted to see if I could hurt their buddy."
"So you were a street performer?" Stacy asked.
"Essentially. Everyone here has to do something if they want to stand out. For me, it was the most interesting option. I didn't have the looks to be a stripper, too young to be an escort, but I needed money. Thankfully, I had a mean right hook and a weight set at home. I needed money and made do." Wire said with a smirk as she lead Stacy to an older and rundown casino. Out of all the options, Stacy could not imagine why she chose this one.

"I don't mean to judge, but it sounds like you had a really rough childhood." Stacy explained. "Were those options you mentioned all you had available?"
"You act surprised. Don't give Vegas too much credit." Wire smiled. "I'm just being real with you. That's what my choices were."
"And what drew you to professional wrestling?"
"You know...I wish I had a better story for that. I know so many guys who talked about the first big match they saw and how it's their life's dream. For me, I had a look about me that most women didn't have. One promoter eventually found me and offered me training." Wire flexed, and as her bicep rose so did Stacy's eyebrows. "Thankfully, I had a knack for it."

At that moment, Wire's phone began to ring. She pulled it out and, after one look, put it away. "Come on. There's a great steakhouse here I wanted to show you."
"Steak? It's three in the morning!"
"What, are you vegetarian?" Wire held out her hand. "Live a little."

Together, Wire and Stacy made their way to small restaurant in the casino that, from the outside, did not look like much. But, as soon as Stacy caught a whiff of the meat coming from the back, she was now happy she had skipped eating food on her flight. The two sat at a booth together. In time, Stacy would come to understand why this particular casino appealed to her: it was rough around the edges, but there was something interesting about it all the same that captured people's attention. Wire was a damaged and violent person. She was a fighter in a sport that many people mistook for sheer entertainment.

"So, what about your relationship with Paladin?"
Wire turned back to Stacy after the waitress handed her a beer. Corona. "What about him?"
"PRW's fans have watched you two nearly come to blows many times now. Are you still after him?" Stacy asked. For a moment, Wire hesitated, looking briefly at her phone before returning her focus to Stacy.
"I thought this interview was about me, not him." Wire said, suddenly angry.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't meant to offend-"
"Relax. I just wanted to make it clear that I'm hear to talk about my story. My career will not be defined by some loudmouth Brit." Wire said, leaning back as she took a sip of her drink. "You know the secret to gambling Stacy?"
"No...I never was very good at it." Stacy said.
"Everyone likes to say that it's about luck, or fate. In reality, it's all about putting the odds in your favor and taking every advantage you can get. That's how people eventually learned to count cards." Wire leaned forward. "Let's face facts Stacy. I'm smaller than most of the PRW wrestler. The only way I stand a chance is by being smarter than my opponents and picking my spots."
"Meaning?"

"Meaning that I have come to my decision." Wire said, flicking open her phone. Quickly, she typed out a message before turning back to Stacy. "Hey, let's take a break from these questions. I want to know more about you."
"I don't-"

Wire had placed her hands on Stacy's. Her grip was firm, but she rubbed the back of Stacy's hand tenderly. At first the reporter blushed and, slowly put her notebook away.
"Let's live a little tonight. Just you and me."
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