The Old Switch-A-Roo
I have been working on a couple of longer ones, but they are taking me a bit longer than planned. So this is a short story about mind transference, or at least attitude transference. It's based off an old Saturday cartoon where the villain used a machine disguised as a basket ball to transfer abilities from people to robots. The idea is the same but the people and abilities are much different. Everyone's favorite Super Pimp is back with a taste for basketball.
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AT THE CENTER CITY DOME
Coach Denise Richards clapped her hands and shouted "Okay, hit the showers! Good practice! Get some sleep and let's finish this farce tomorrow!"
The 10 women of the WNBA's Sun City Devils trotted towards the showers and the coach shook her head and looked at the owner who was standing with his head down. Mr. Doxon looked tired and defeated and the coach felt a pang of sympathy towards the owner.
The Sun City Devils franchise was in trouble. The city had been hit badly by the recession and simply wasn't pulling in the money anymore. Despite being one of the best teams in the WNBA and nearly always making the playoffs, the city couldn't afford them anymore. And despite some serious pushing, no one else was buying. The team had looked to be folding soon but then an offer from a private client had come in. A full buyout, contracts full transferred, new stadium, you name it.
Only problem was that an exhibition game was required. In Center City.
The client wanted to see what he or she was getting and had arranged a match between the Devils and a semi-pro team from Center City. The Center City team was named ironically enough The Angels.
The real problem was going to Center City, the openly acknowledged capital of vice, porn, prostitution, S and M, stripping and partying. Most pro events steered clear of the place after several well know instances of star players being found in compromising situations, a star player's wife being transformed into a porn star, and the entire cheerleading squad of a visiting basket team becoming strippers and performing a huge sex act during half time and then propositioning both teams and the crowd before running off to dance at the Hall of Vice on Sassy Street.
But beggars couldn't be choosers. Mr. Doxon was a nice man who was in a bad situation and was trying to do good by the team and after some discussion they had agreed to do it provided it was a short stay, had heavy out of town security, and that they stayed out of town. He had agreed and so far everyone was good.
Mr. Doxon came up to the coach and smiled. "Well, they looked great as always. I very much hope we make a good impression on the client. From what his representatives say he very much wants to buy us out."
Coach Richards nodded. "Good. Any idea where we would end up if this works out?"
"Bay City apparently. A deal fell through for another team right as I announced our offer. After some research the client decided to try us."
"Well, we are in our prime. Even though we are a bit under strength, we have woman for woman the best team in the league. And Bay City is a nice place. Better than here by a long shot." The coach said and shuddered as she looked around.
The arena had seen its better days. Not too much money would get spent on an arena with no team and no regular games or attractions. And the advertisements didn't help. Sex shops, strip joints, escort services, plastic surgeons, and "exclusive clubs" (read high class brothels) were nearly all the advertisements aside from some from the Platinum Corporation which was now pretty much a money laundering operation for the so called Super Pimp.
"Yes, well, the security is the best, paid for by the client, and the hotel is secure. You and the team are very safe. A quick game, and hopefully a sale and we can be on our way."
Coach Richards nodded and headed to the locker room.
Mr. Doxon walked out of the arena and into the concessions area. He was lost in thought when a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned to see a young woman in a very stylish dress smiling at him.
"Mr. Doxon, I represent the potential buyer. He's here in the VIP lounge and would like a word face to face."
"Oh, well, of course, please lead on."
The very attractive lady led him up to the lounge and past the security. Mr. Doxon was lost in thought and didn't notice that the security in front of the entrance was actually local security.
Mr. Doxon entered the VIP lounge and looked around. It was a large nice area with a great view of the arena. But it had several doors off to the side that were marked "Privacy Suite" and back in a corner was a small stage with a stripper pole.
"Your team is certainly impressive."
Mr. Doxon looked over as a man stood up from one of the front lounge chairs. Mr. Doxon froze as the man put on a large pimp hat and straightened his obviously tailor made suit. He had a presence and an evil glint to his eye.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm DC, the Super Pimp. I'm the one who will be buying your team."
Mr. Doxon paled and tried to step back but bumped into the woman behind him.
"My city needs a pro team to attract some out of town business. But regular pro-sports are so dull, and the rules about behavior are rather too strict for real fun. So I am making my own league. The Lingerie League. Hot women playing basketball in very tiny and sexy lingerie with cheerleaders who are not just eye candy but can be had for some real fun. And after game sessions with the fans to allow the team to show their appreciation to their fans in all sorts of fun ways." DC said as he walked over and picked up a basketball. He touched something on the ball and chuckled.
DC nodded and a door opened. A sleazy looking man in a cheap suit reeking of cheap aftershave walked in. DC tossed him the ball and he grabbed it.
"bzzzzzrrt!"
The man blinked and stood there. DC put on a pair of gloves and took the ball from him.
"I know that you normally would never consider selling your team to me. But I think I can change your mind with this." Dc said and tossed the ball at Mr. Doxon.
"bzzzzzrrt!"
