~Part 1: Blue Moon~
(A silent night, snow falling from the sky, as a man walked down an alleyway. There was no sound. Nothing but the noises of someone running and panting, almost screaming. The running stopped, but the screaming was only more frequent, as the mysterious man at the end of the alley walked into the frame, blocking path. In his hand, a tommy gun, with a drum at the side, held in his right hand, before lifting it into both hands. The figure screamed and panicked, trying to find an escape, but to no avail. It was only when the gun was fired did any light shine on the figure. A dirty, thin man, with a beard and long hair, in a sloppy work uniform. But that was all that could be seen, as soon as the bullets struck him. Flesh flew from the body and feet away from the host. Blood dripped to the floor, or onto the wall behind the man. His body could be seen through, and his head and face were shot, exposing his brain and skull as the bullets continued to rain onto his head. As the man continued to fire on the man, there was only one trait about him. One noticeable part of the man. He wore a hockey mask, only slightly showing dark brown eyes, his mouth from the lower part of the mask not even grinning or frowning. No empathy or even emotion was shown in the man’s eyes, as he gunned the man down)
Mikey: (His eyes shot open as he went flying forward, before smacking himself into the windshield of the cab he was in. He rubbed his head as the cab driver looked over at him, a slight startled look on his face)
Driver: Jesus Christ! Don’t do that, dammit! You nearly gave me a heart attack!
Mikey: (He groaned as he rubbed the aching part of his forehead, before he looked around his surrounding area. Lights from atop buildings could be seen from above. From big business logos to soda advertisements to celebrity faces all over the place, along with the multitude of people passing around the streets in the snowy season, all wrapped in coats and scarfs. Mikey looked out the window in wonder, as the cab driver stopped at the corner near the center building, covered in many flashing lights)
Driver: Here we are, kid! Good ol’ New York!
Mikey: Thanks, pal (He handed him the cash for the trip, as he shut the door. The cab drove off, as Mikey’s eyes wandered around the place. The sight was a lot to take in. But he couldn’t get distracted for too long. He came here for a reason. He came for riches as fast as possible. A chance for him to make something of his life. And nowhere would he find it than his destination: The Blue Moon Casino!)
(Wine glasses clanging, slot machines whirring, and the sounds of chatter amongst those at the roulette tables, The Blue Moon Casino was truly one of the high class casinos in the city, and was one of the places where fortunes could easily be gained, or lost. Mikey made his way right to the front desk, with a man with a moustache and small rimmed glasses sitting behind it)
Man: Hello, sir. How many caps would you like?
Mikey: (He gave the man a friendly smile as he reached into his coat pocket and placed a hundred dollar bill on the desk) As much as I can get with this
Man: (He stared at the dollar bill, then back at Mikey, before sliding the dollar bill behind the desk) One moment, sir.
Mikey: (He sat down at one of the poker tables, the gambler, a man with a western style hat, and a man in a suit with a blonde combed hair sitting at the table. Mikey set down a set of chips) I’m here to make a fortune for myself
Gambler: Is that so? Well then, take a seat, sir. The game is just starting.
Mikey: (He sat down just across from the man with the blonde hair, who was staring at Mikey intensely. The gambler tossed a set of two cards to Mikey and the other men. Once the cards were set, the blonde man tossed a set of five chips forward, as the man in the hat watched quietly)
Mikey: (He placed a similar number of chips as he looked down at his cards)
Gambler: Alright, let the game begin!
(As Mikey tried to play his hand, a man in a mysterious uniform, with a scar on his eye, watched the game closely, not even blinking for a moment, as he watched the three men toss chips into the center and take more cards. The blonde man began to worry as he kept his eyes on his cards, and the man in the hat, though trying to keep a calm demeanor, could easily be seen sweating from his forehead. Mikey, however, kept his professional expression, as he placed his deck on the ground when everyone did. A flush, while the others only had a pair of twos or threes. Mikey knew he had won, even before the end of the game, as he gave a smile and a nod, taking his chips with him from the losers. The man with the scar watched intensely, amazed by Mikey’s expression and insane luck, and without a moment's hesitation, he stood up from the bar stool and made his way over to Mikey)
Man: Hey, you must be new to the Blue Moon Casino. I don’t think I’ve seen you here in New York City
Mikey: Oh, no. I am new. I’m from upstate
Man: I see. Well, allow me to welcome you to the Blue Moon Casino. The names Mambo. Mambo Italiano
Mikey: I’m Mikey. Mikey Fotona. I take it you run the place?
Mambo: Oh, no, not me. The Cole’s run this little piece of sinful heaven. I’m just a worker here. But let me tell you something, kid, you got some talent in you
Mikey: Yeah, ma said the same thing
Mambo: And Ma knows best, right? Listen, kid. You got something about you. You know when to fold ‘em and when to hold'em. Tell you what, impress me a little more, and you may even be able to impress Old King Cole himself. He may let you in on this biz. What do ya say?
Mikey: That sounds might right, I’ll say, but I’m afraid that I’m only here for fortunes. Not to work. I came down this road to get away from the life of some work and only came here to get rich. After that, it’s easy street.
Mambo: I’m telling you, Mr. Fotona, this is the life you wanna live, here, in the Blue Moon Casino. You got drinks, dames, and dollar bills lining your pockets. What more could you want?
Mikey: There’s a lot of things I want, Mambo. Things that only a millionaire can buy. And by the end of tonight, I’m gonna break the bank, pal. You can count on that
Mambo: That so? Well then, Mikey, I wish you some luck there.
Mikey: Thanks. (With that said, Mikey made his way to the poker table again, without another look back)
Mambo: (As he watched Mikey walk away, he made his way to the room upstairs, a single wooden door at the top. He knocked on the door before opening it. At the opposite side was a desk, and behind it, a man with a black fedora and suit, with a clear, white face and an eyepatch on his left eye. He was busy clipping his fingernails when Mambo walked in) Excuse me, Mr. Cole?
Cole: What is it, baby? Can’t you see that I’m busy right now
Mambo: I’m sorry, but, there seems to be a man in the casino. It may be coincidence, but he seems so confident in his gambling. I think he may be able to get a million dollars out of us.
Cole: Is that so? Mambo, my father always said “cheaters never prosper”. That’s why my old man was a loser and is now fish food at the bottom of the Hudson River. Whatever it takes to keep that man from beating our best gamblers, do it. I don’t want no stranger to the Blue Moon beating everyone so easily. If he wins,anyone will think they got a chance of winning. Or worse, all it cheats and probably turn this place into a ghost town by the end of the year. Do whatever it takes to keep him from winning. Cheat, lie, hell, kill him if you have to, but don’t let him win.
Mambo: Don’t worry, Mr. Cole. I know a few ways to keep him from being a problem.
Mikey: (Once again winning another game of poker, the other contestants had completely given up on trying to beat him. As Mikey was ready to claim his earnings, he was met with Mambo again, who sat at his end of the table) You again?
Mambo: Hey, Mikey! Listen, buddy, I gotta tell you, this kind of winnings. It ain’t good for business, you get me? What’s say this, I’ll give you a couple thousand bucks to just forfeit your winnings over and pretend this never happened.
Mikey: When I’m on my way to winning? No thanks, buddy. I’d be stupid to take that offer
Mambo: Of course, I understand, Mikey. How about this then, a little wager. A chance for you to make it big
Mikey: (He looked over at Mambo, now a little more interested in his offer) What do you recommend?
Mambo: How ‘bout this, Mikey? You beat me in a game of poker, you get ten million bones!
Mikey: Really? But what if you win?
Mambo: Well…. You owe Mr. Cole ten million dollars. How about it?
Mikey: You know what, Mambo? I think you’re speaking more my language. You got yourself a bet!
Mambo: Perfect (He turned over to the gambler) Dealer! We’re setting up an all or nothing game. Let’s get this thing started
Gambler: Of course (With that, the gambler tossed a set of cards to Mikey and Mambo, each one getting a set of two to begin with)
Mambo: (He took a look at his cards, a queen of clubs and an 8 of diamonds)
Mikey: (He looked down at his cards, a king and 6 of hearts. He stared at Mambo with a calm look on his face)
Mambo: (He stared back at Mikey, feeling a little offended by the calm look on his face, as he thought to himself) *So that lil’ fucker thinks he’s got the best of me already? We’ll see about that* (In secrecy, Mambo set another card from his shirt sleeve and placed it over the club card, as he waited for another card from the gambler)
Mikey: (He looked over at Mambo, and though he could sense some sort of trickery from him, he didn’t falter in the slightest)
Mambo: (He looked over at Mikey, and already, he was starting to break out into a sweat) *What the hell? He hasn’t reacted at all. He’s completely calm. Just sitting there with that smug look. Could it be he has a better hand than me? No, that can’t be*
(The gambler tossed the final set of cards their way, with Mambo getting a 9 diamonds)
Mambo: *No, there’s no way he’s got a better hand than me. Three kings, it’s impossible to think he’s got it better. But just to be safe… (As if on cue, Mambo placed yet another card over his, this one being another queen, giving him a pair of three queens. With that, he placed his hand on the table) So, Mikey, baby, what do you got?
Mikey: (He stared at the cards, and as he did, his calm demeanor vanished instantly, and his eyes widened in shock, as he held onto his cards tightly)
Mambo: (He noticed the look of shock on Mikey’s face, and already, he grinned) Well, go on, Mikey, baby. We’re all waiting for the results
Mikey: (He couldn’t hold onto his hand any longer, as he gripped the cards tightly. With no other way out, he placed his hand on the table. A pair of two kings and three hearts)
Gambler: Mambo Italiano wins!
Mikey: (Just as he heard those single words, he already felt his heart sink)
Mambo: Well, I do believe a deal is a deal, Mr. Fotona. Now, if you’ll come with me, we’ll get started on how you can pay back the casino
Mikey: Y-Yeah, of course (Completely defeated, Mikey made his way to the office room with Mambo)
Cole: (He sat at his desk, listening to the radio as Frank Sinatra’s Blue Moon played, while taking a sip of scotch while staring out the window, still seated behind the desk. He didn’t turn when he heard a knock at the door) Come on in.
Mambo: (He opened the door, with Mikey following behind him) Hello, Mr. Cole. I have the kid here we were talking about
Mikey: (He stepped in, before turning to Mambo) You were talking about me?
Cole: Ah, so this is the cat that was out-playing our best customers? Gotta say, I was expecting someone with some class in his clothes, but regardless, good work, kid. Damn fine work. I don’t say this much, but from what my buddy Mambo told me, you got some skills. And I don’t really like meeting people unless I know that they got some talent. And you got some talent, kid
Mikey: Thanks, Mr. Cole
Cole: Oh, come on, kiddo. Don’t start with all that formal stuff. I tell Mambo that all the time, but he insists. It’s embarrassing. Call me Nate. Or Old King Cole. That’s what the people speak, anyway.
Mikey: I think Nate will do just fine
Cole: Perfect (He extends his hand) And may I say, welcome to the Blue Moon Casino. The most sinful piece of heaven in the big city
Mikey: (He walked over to Cole and shook his hand, only getting a slight glimpse of him behind the desk, noticing a green blanket around his legs, but not able to notice anything else before he stepped back)
Mambo: Mr.Cole-
Cole: (He raised his hand to stop him)
Mambo: I mean, Nate…
Cole: (He waved his hand, allowing him to continue)
Mambo: Mikey here made a bet. We both gambled ten million dollars, and of course, he lost. He came here to pay back his debt in full
Cole: Ah, good man. Alright, I think I have some work for you. You can be… bartender
Mikey: Bartender?
Cole: Come on, Mikey. Being a bartender isn’t so bad. You can help yourself to some drinks, as long as you don’t get tipsy on the job, and I’ll even allow you a free room to stay in until you’ve paid off your debts. And don’t worry about room service, it’s all on Old King Cole
Mikey: Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse
Cole: See, that’s the spirit. Don’t think of this as a prison you’re gonna be stuck in for a good while. Think of it as more of a home away from home sort of deal. And besides, you’ll make that money back soon, kid. I can count on it
Mikey: Sure, sure
Cole: Alright, you start work tomorrow. Don’t let me down, kid. You’ve been doing good so far. Don’t let it all be for nothing. Mambo, show Mikey to his room, will you. And get him something to eat once he’s up there too
Mambo: Sure, Nate (He looked over at Mikey) Alright, this way. And uh, no hard feelings about the match, eh?
Mikey: No, it’s fine. It’s not like you cheated or anything
Mambo: (He gave a light chuckle) Yeah, you got that right, baby.
(With that, the two made their their way to the suites of the hotel. As they stepped out, Cole got a call from his phone. He reached over and picked it up)
Cole: Ring a ding-ding. You’re talking to Old King Cole.
Voice: Hey, boss. We got that guy you wanted to see. Take a look at the car outside
(Cole turned in his seat to the window behind him as he grabbed a hold of a pair of binoculars, and looked outside. Across the street was a white car, with a man in a black suit standing next to the car, staring back at Cole with binoculars as he spoke from the phone booth, giving him an okay sign with his hand, as a man sitting in the passenger, wearing a white suit with short black hair, had his mouth covered by a hand coming from the back seat and a tip of a knife jutting out from his throat, slashing back and forth as the man, in vein, tried to break, before bleeding out all over the car)
Cole: (He chuckled as he kept the phone to his ear) Cheating bastard thought he could run. Good work. Real fine work. Be sure to take it to the Scrapyard once you’ve finished stripping him of his cash. Wouldn’t want anyone finding the body, after all (With that, Cole hung up the phone and returned to his music and scotch)
(A silent night, snow falling from the sky, as a man walked down an alleyway. There was no sound. Nothing but the noises of someone running and panting, almost screaming. The running stopped, but the screaming was only more frequent, as the mysterious man at the end of the alley walked into the frame, blocking path. In his hand, a tommy gun, with a drum at the side, held in his right hand, before lifting it into both hands. The figure screamed and panicked, trying to find an escape, but to no avail. It was only when the gun was fired did any light shine on the figure. A dirty, thin man, with a beard and long hair, in a sloppy work uniform. But that was all that could be seen, as soon as the bullets struck him. Flesh flew from the body and feet away from the host. Blood dripped to the floor, or onto the wall behind the man. His body could be seen through, and his head and face were shot, exposing his brain and skull as the bullets continued to rain onto his head. As the man continued to fire on the man, there was only one trait about him. One noticeable part of the man. He wore a hockey mask, only slightly showing dark brown eyes, his mouth from the lower part of the mask not even grinning or frowning. No empathy or even emotion was shown in the man’s eyes, as he gunned the man down)
Mikey: (His eyes shot open as he went flying forward, before smacking himself into the windshield of the cab he was in. He rubbed his head as the cab driver looked over at him, a slight startled look on his face)
Driver: Jesus Christ! Don’t do that, dammit! You nearly gave me a heart attack!
Mikey: (He groaned as he rubbed the aching part of his forehead, before he looked around his surrounding area. Lights from atop buildings could be seen from above. From big business logos to soda advertisements to celebrity faces all over the place, along with the multitude of people passing around the streets in the snowy season, all wrapped in coats and scarfs. Mikey looked out the window in wonder, as the cab driver stopped at the corner near the center building, covered in many flashing lights)
Driver: Here we are, kid! Good ol’ New York!
Mikey: Thanks, pal (He handed him the cash for the trip, as he shut the door. The cab drove off, as Mikey’s eyes wandered around the place. The sight was a lot to take in. But he couldn’t get distracted for too long. He came here for a reason. He came for riches as fast as possible. A chance for him to make something of his life. And nowhere would he find it than his destination: The Blue Moon Casino!)
(Wine glasses clanging, slot machines whirring, and the sounds of chatter amongst those at the roulette tables, The Blue Moon Casino was truly one of the high class casinos in the city, and was one of the places where fortunes could easily be gained, or lost. Mikey made his way right to the front desk, with a man with a moustache and small rimmed glasses sitting behind it)
Man: Hello, sir. How many caps would you like?
Mikey: (He gave the man a friendly smile as he reached into his coat pocket and placed a hundred dollar bill on the desk) As much as I can get with this
Man: (He stared at the dollar bill, then back at Mikey, before sliding the dollar bill behind the desk) One moment, sir.
Mikey: (He sat down at one of the poker tables, the gambler, a man with a western style hat, and a man in a suit with a blonde combed hair sitting at the table. Mikey set down a set of chips) I’m here to make a fortune for myself
Gambler: Is that so? Well then, take a seat, sir. The game is just starting.
Mikey: (He sat down just across from the man with the blonde hair, who was staring at Mikey intensely. The gambler tossed a set of two cards to Mikey and the other men. Once the cards were set, the blonde man tossed a set of five chips forward, as the man in the hat watched quietly)
Mikey: (He placed a similar number of chips as he looked down at his cards)
Gambler: Alright, let the game begin!
(As Mikey tried to play his hand, a man in a mysterious uniform, with a scar on his eye, watched the game closely, not even blinking for a moment, as he watched the three men toss chips into the center and take more cards. The blonde man began to worry as he kept his eyes on his cards, and the man in the hat, though trying to keep a calm demeanor, could easily be seen sweating from his forehead. Mikey, however, kept his professional expression, as he placed his deck on the ground when everyone did. A flush, while the others only had a pair of twos or threes. Mikey knew he had won, even before the end of the game, as he gave a smile and a nod, taking his chips with him from the losers. The man with the scar watched intensely, amazed by Mikey’s expression and insane luck, and without a moment's hesitation, he stood up from the bar stool and made his way over to Mikey)
Man: Hey, you must be new to the Blue Moon Casino. I don’t think I’ve seen you here in New York City
Mikey: Oh, no. I am new. I’m from upstate
Man: I see. Well, allow me to welcome you to the Blue Moon Casino. The names Mambo. Mambo Italiano
Mikey: I’m Mikey. Mikey Fotona. I take it you run the place?
Mambo: Oh, no, not me. The Cole’s run this little piece of sinful heaven. I’m just a worker here. But let me tell you something, kid, you got some talent in you
Mikey: Yeah, ma said the same thing
Mambo: And Ma knows best, right? Listen, kid. You got something about you. You know when to fold ‘em and when to hold'em. Tell you what, impress me a little more, and you may even be able to impress Old King Cole himself. He may let you in on this biz. What do ya say?
Mikey: That sounds might right, I’ll say, but I’m afraid that I’m only here for fortunes. Not to work. I came down this road to get away from the life of some work and only came here to get rich. After that, it’s easy street.
Mambo: I’m telling you, Mr. Fotona, this is the life you wanna live, here, in the Blue Moon Casino. You got drinks, dames, and dollar bills lining your pockets. What more could you want?
Mikey: There’s a lot of things I want, Mambo. Things that only a millionaire can buy. And by the end of tonight, I’m gonna break the bank, pal. You can count on that
Mambo: That so? Well then, Mikey, I wish you some luck there.
Mikey: Thanks. (With that said, Mikey made his way to the poker table again, without another look back)
Mambo: (As he watched Mikey walk away, he made his way to the room upstairs, a single wooden door at the top. He knocked on the door before opening it. At the opposite side was a desk, and behind it, a man with a black fedora and suit, with a clear, white face and an eyepatch on his left eye. He was busy clipping his fingernails when Mambo walked in) Excuse me, Mr. Cole?
Cole: What is it, baby? Can’t you see that I’m busy right now
Mambo: I’m sorry, but, there seems to be a man in the casino. It may be coincidence, but he seems so confident in his gambling. I think he may be able to get a million dollars out of us.
Cole: Is that so? Mambo, my father always said “cheaters never prosper”. That’s why my old man was a loser and is now fish food at the bottom of the Hudson River. Whatever it takes to keep that man from beating our best gamblers, do it. I don’t want no stranger to the Blue Moon beating everyone so easily. If he wins,anyone will think they got a chance of winning. Or worse, all it cheats and probably turn this place into a ghost town by the end of the year. Do whatever it takes to keep him from winning. Cheat, lie, hell, kill him if you have to, but don’t let him win.
Mambo: Don’t worry, Mr. Cole. I know a few ways to keep him from being a problem.
Mikey: (Once again winning another game of poker, the other contestants had completely given up on trying to beat him. As Mikey was ready to claim his earnings, he was met with Mambo again, who sat at his end of the table) You again?
Mambo: Hey, Mikey! Listen, buddy, I gotta tell you, this kind of winnings. It ain’t good for business, you get me? What’s say this, I’ll give you a couple thousand bucks to just forfeit your winnings over and pretend this never happened.
Mikey: When I’m on my way to winning? No thanks, buddy. I’d be stupid to take that offer
Mambo: Of course, I understand, Mikey. How about this then, a little wager. A chance for you to make it big
Mikey: (He looked over at Mambo, now a little more interested in his offer) What do you recommend?
Mambo: How ‘bout this, Mikey? You beat me in a game of poker, you get ten million bones!
Mikey: Really? But what if you win?
Mambo: Well…. You owe Mr. Cole ten million dollars. How about it?
Mikey: You know what, Mambo? I think you’re speaking more my language. You got yourself a bet!
Mambo: Perfect (He turned over to the gambler) Dealer! We’re setting up an all or nothing game. Let’s get this thing started
Gambler: Of course (With that, the gambler tossed a set of cards to Mikey and Mambo, each one getting a set of two to begin with)
Mambo: (He took a look at his cards, a queen of clubs and an 8 of diamonds)
Mikey: (He looked down at his cards, a king and 6 of hearts. He stared at Mambo with a calm look on his face)
Mambo: (He stared back at Mikey, feeling a little offended by the calm look on his face, as he thought to himself) *So that lil’ fucker thinks he’s got the best of me already? We’ll see about that* (In secrecy, Mambo set another card from his shirt sleeve and placed it over the club card, as he waited for another card from the gambler)
Mikey: (He looked over at Mambo, and though he could sense some sort of trickery from him, he didn’t falter in the slightest)
Mambo: (He looked over at Mikey, and already, he was starting to break out into a sweat) *What the hell? He hasn’t reacted at all. He’s completely calm. Just sitting there with that smug look. Could it be he has a better hand than me? No, that can’t be*
(The gambler tossed the final set of cards their way, with Mambo getting a 9 diamonds)
Mambo: *No, there’s no way he’s got a better hand than me. Three kings, it’s impossible to think he’s got it better. But just to be safe… (As if on cue, Mambo placed yet another card over his, this one being another queen, giving him a pair of three queens. With that, he placed his hand on the table) So, Mikey, baby, what do you got?
Mikey: (He stared at the cards, and as he did, his calm demeanor vanished instantly, and his eyes widened in shock, as he held onto his cards tightly)
Mambo: (He noticed the look of shock on Mikey’s face, and already, he grinned) Well, go on, Mikey, baby. We’re all waiting for the results
Mikey: (He couldn’t hold onto his hand any longer, as he gripped the cards tightly. With no other way out, he placed his hand on the table. A pair of two kings and three hearts)
Gambler: Mambo Italiano wins!
Mikey: (Just as he heard those single words, he already felt his heart sink)
Mambo: Well, I do believe a deal is a deal, Mr. Fotona. Now, if you’ll come with me, we’ll get started on how you can pay back the casino
Mikey: Y-Yeah, of course (Completely defeated, Mikey made his way to the office room with Mambo)
Cole: (He sat at his desk, listening to the radio as Frank Sinatra’s Blue Moon played, while taking a sip of scotch while staring out the window, still seated behind the desk. He didn’t turn when he heard a knock at the door) Come on in.
Mambo: (He opened the door, with Mikey following behind him) Hello, Mr. Cole. I have the kid here we were talking about
Mikey: (He stepped in, before turning to Mambo) You were talking about me?
Cole: Ah, so this is the cat that was out-playing our best customers? Gotta say, I was expecting someone with some class in his clothes, but regardless, good work, kid. Damn fine work. I don’t say this much, but from what my buddy Mambo told me, you got some skills. And I don’t really like meeting people unless I know that they got some talent. And you got some talent, kid
Mikey: Thanks, Mr. Cole
Cole: Oh, come on, kiddo. Don’t start with all that formal stuff. I tell Mambo that all the time, but he insists. It’s embarrassing. Call me Nate. Or Old King Cole. That’s what the people speak, anyway.
Mikey: I think Nate will do just fine
Cole: Perfect (He extends his hand) And may I say, welcome to the Blue Moon Casino. The most sinful piece of heaven in the big city
Mikey: (He walked over to Cole and shook his hand, only getting a slight glimpse of him behind the desk, noticing a green blanket around his legs, but not able to notice anything else before he stepped back)
Mambo: Mr.Cole-
Cole: (He raised his hand to stop him)
Mambo: I mean, Nate…
Cole: (He waved his hand, allowing him to continue)
Mambo: Mikey here made a bet. We both gambled ten million dollars, and of course, he lost. He came here to pay back his debt in full
Cole: Ah, good man. Alright, I think I have some work for you. You can be… bartender
Mikey: Bartender?
Cole: Come on, Mikey. Being a bartender isn’t so bad. You can help yourself to some drinks, as long as you don’t get tipsy on the job, and I’ll even allow you a free room to stay in until you’ve paid off your debts. And don’t worry about room service, it’s all on Old King Cole
Mikey: Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse
Cole: See, that’s the spirit. Don’t think of this as a prison you’re gonna be stuck in for a good while. Think of it as more of a home away from home sort of deal. And besides, you’ll make that money back soon, kid. I can count on it
Mikey: Sure, sure
Cole: Alright, you start work tomorrow. Don’t let me down, kid. You’ve been doing good so far. Don’t let it all be for nothing. Mambo, show Mikey to his room, will you. And get him something to eat once he’s up there too
Mambo: Sure, Nate (He looked over at Mikey) Alright, this way. And uh, no hard feelings about the match, eh?
Mikey: No, it’s fine. It’s not like you cheated or anything
Mambo: (He gave a light chuckle) Yeah, you got that right, baby.
(With that, the two made their their way to the suites of the hotel. As they stepped out, Cole got a call from his phone. He reached over and picked it up)
Cole: Ring a ding-ding. You’re talking to Old King Cole.
Voice: Hey, boss. We got that guy you wanted to see. Take a look at the car outside
(Cole turned in his seat to the window behind him as he grabbed a hold of a pair of binoculars, and looked outside. Across the street was a white car, with a man in a black suit standing next to the car, staring back at Cole with binoculars as he spoke from the phone booth, giving him an okay sign with his hand, as a man sitting in the passenger, wearing a white suit with short black hair, had his mouth covered by a hand coming from the back seat and a tip of a knife jutting out from his throat, slashing back and forth as the man, in vein, tried to break, before bleeding out all over the car)
Cole: (He chuckled as he kept the phone to his ear) Cheating bastard thought he could run. Good work. Real fine work. Be sure to take it to the Scrapyard once you’ve finished stripping him of his cash. Wouldn’t want anyone finding the body, after all (With that, Cole hung up the phone and returned to his music and scotch)
Narrator: Are you looking for a dark, edgy, and serious anime. Well than get the hell out of here, because Death Note: The Re-Bridged is not for you. This time, we got more suspense.
L: Should I add one sugar cube, or two…. oh, fuck it. I’ll use all of it
Narrator: We’ve got more action
Security Guard: Hey, a bus… The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round-
(Bus crashes into a building)
Narrator: And we got a motherfucking AFRO
Aizawa: ……. I don’t even know how to respond to that?
Narrator: Watch as Light eats all your fucking potato chips! Don’t miss it, or you’re ass is going down in the Death Note. Watch Light eat your fucking mother
link
Narrator: Oh, shit. Wrong show… Uh… Here’s Matsuda
Matsuda: Hey, I’m Ma-
Narrator: FUCK OFF, MATSUDA! Death Note: The Re-Bridged! Watch it! Or don’t! Fuck you! Rated PG.
L: Should I add one sugar cube, or two…. oh, fuck it. I’ll use all of it
Narrator: We’ve got more action
Security Guard: Hey, a bus… The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round-
(Bus crashes into a building)
Narrator: And we got a motherfucking AFRO
Aizawa: ……. I don’t even know how to respond to that?
Narrator: Watch as Light eats all your fucking potato chips! Don’t miss it, or you’re ass is going down in the Death Note. Watch Light eat your fucking mother
link
Narrator: Oh, shit. Wrong show… Uh… Here’s Matsuda
Matsuda: Hey, I’m Ma-
Narrator: FUCK OFF, MATSUDA! Death Note: The Re-Bridged! Watch it! Or don’t! Fuck you! Rated PG.