Don quietly nodded to himself. His latest drawing was turning out quite well, he had to admit. She was a lovely maiden with long, flowing hair; Don didn't consider himself a slouch when it came to drawing, but he couldn't help but grin with a tinge of pride as he casually glanced at the array of anime-influenced artwork adorning the walls of his room. This was by far one of the best pictures that he had drawn, and he drew quite a bit. It felt as if his years of practice, his years of mutilating the female form on paper, had all been so that he could create this piece. The shape of her body was perfect. The expression on her face was undeniable. Her cuteness was to die for. All that was required was the finally touch, before it would reach perfection.

    And now, the tentacles...

    A quick ring immediately brought Don from his trance, who groaned inwardly as he scanned the room for his phone. His lovely ('Maki', as he had dubbed her) would have to wait. It rang once again, and thanks to the fact that it lit up, Don was able to locate his phone among his stack of lingerie catalogs, which he reminded himself that he kept for purely artistic purposes. The phone managed to sneak in a third ring before Don was finally able to reach it.

    "Hello?"

    "What up, Dweeb?" It didn't surprise Don in the least that he had just been called 'Dweeb', as just about everyone he knew called him that.

    "How's it going, Mad Man?" Don pondered calling James by his real name just to spite him for the interruption, but the sooner he got him off of the phone, the sooner he could get back to Maki.

    "Just chillin'. Ya' busy?"

    "Drawing and stuff. What's up?" There was a snicker at the other end.

    "You and that hentai, I bet."

    "What do you want, James?"

    "All right, all right... the Elite asked us to do a job for them."

    "Oh? What kind?"

    "A collection. It seems that the Wrestling Club is behind in their dues."

    Don paused. "Did you just say the Wrestling Club?"

    "Yes indeedy."

    "The same Wrestling Club that put John Byron through a table last month?"

    "Well, you know, Byron kind of caught them on a bad day..."

    Don wasn't aware of a time where the Wrestling Club had ever paid dues to The Elite of any sort. "I don't know about this, James..."

    "Aw c'mon, they'll be three of us at least! Punk's already over here, and he's ready to go! This is the opportunity we've been waiting for! If we can pull this off, then they'll have to make us full-fledged Elite!"

    Don thought for a moment. If they were actually able to get payment out of the Wrestling Club, then The Elite would have no choice but to accept them. No one had been able to do it before; Mad Man was right. This was an opportunity that they couldn't pass up. "All right. I'll be there in five minutes." Don hung up the phone before snatching his backpack from the bed, and made his way over towards his door. Before leaving, though, he paused at his desk once again to examine Maki.

    "I'll deal with you when I get back..."