[Veritas]

The evening progressed into night, then into the morning of a new day. The morning edition of every paper in Nevada cheerfully announced the capture of the Vegas Flasher on its front page:

CRISS ANGEL'S COUSIN LANDS VEGAS FLASHER AT EXCALIBUR

BOXER SENDS FLASHER DOWN FOR THE COUNT

VEGAS FLASHER IN CUSTODY

MAN ACCUSED OF SIXTEEN COUNTS OF INDECENT EXPOSURE

The columns varied in length, but the story was the same: Criss Angel's cousin, George Strumpolis, was competing in an amateur boxing competiton at the Excalibur. His cousins, including Criss, and his aunt, Mrs. Sarantakos, were in attendance. They all left after George won the quarterfinals, Criss to do his live show, Mrs. Sarantakos to return to her son Costa's house. Her eldest son, JD Saranatakos, was driving up from the parking garage with George in the passenger seat to pick her up at the South Entrance of the Excalibur. They witnessed the Vegas Flasher reveal himself to Mrs. Sarantakos, got out of the car, and ran toward the suspect. George Strumpolis struck the suspect in the face, breaking his nose in three place. He was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment, then taken into police custody. Strumpolis was also taken into custody for physical assault, but was released. No charges were pending at this time, it was stated.




The Loyal Community > General Discussion > GEORGE WINS MATCH & NAILS VEGAS FLASHER!!!
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KrisLee: I was at the Excalibur to see Cousin George fight in the amateur match on Friday. He WON!!! Now he's going to the semi-finals!! But the real action took place outside the ring. That creepy Vegas flasher who's been going aorund opening his coat to older women actually came up to Dimitra who was there to see George too and FLASHED HER!!! George and JD saw the whole thing and George came up and PUNCHED the creep right in the face!! The news said he broke the guys nose in three places.
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Greekgoddess: george is a hero!!!! but that who flashed Mama Angel
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OU812: Yayyyyyyyy!
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LoyalDavina: I am SOOOO GLAD George decked that . I still can't get that memory out of my mind no matter how many pictures of Criss I look at.
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RoseRed13: way to go George!! you kick his ass good!
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RUReady15: how dare that guy flash Dimitra! Was Criss there? If he was, he probably would have that creep good!!
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KrisLee: Criss was doing a live show that night. I doubt that he was there. If he was I would have hated to have been there
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LoyalDavina: I would have loved to have been there!! Criss would have so kicked that pervs ass!
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rachel02181: thank god criss wasnt there god know what he would have done
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JD, Costa and George sat on the sofas in the production office, enjoying a morning cup of coffee when Criss stormed in, a copy of the Las Vegas Sun clamped in his fist. The three men were startled; they seldom if ever saw Criss so angry about anything. "Hey, Criss, what's the deal?" Costa asked, bewildered.

Criss slammed down the paper on the glass-topped table in front of them. "This is the deal!" he thundered. "Mom got flashed last night and no one thought to tell me about it! I had to read about it in the paper this morning!"

"Criss, you were doing your live show last night," JD explained calmly. "We very well couldn't interrupt you with news like this. We were going to tell you, really we were."

"How's Mom holding up?" Criss asked.

"She's fine," JD replied. "It just embarrassed her, that's all. She got over it."

"So who was this guy, anyway?"

"I didn't stick around long enough to ask his name. Besides, the way George busted his face, I doubt he'd be willing to talk, anyway."

Criss reached over and grasped his cousin's hand, his anger receding. "Thanks, George," he said gratefully, "I owe you big time for this. We all do."

"No problem," George replied, shrugging. "You'd have done the same for me if it had been my mom, right?"

"Damn right I would have!" Criss laughed a little. "Guess those boxing lessons finally came in handy, didn't they?"

George shrugged again. JD took another sip of coffee. "If George hadn't KO'd him like he did," he said, "I would have."

"I probably would have killed the guy myself," Criss commented.

"Well, he won't be showing off his whatsis anymore, and that's the important thing," Costa said.

Criss snickered. "'Whatsis'?"

"You know what I mean."

"C'mon, Cos, we're all adults here," Criss cajoled. "You don't have to be so prudish about it. It's his (bleep)! Wang, dong, weenie, Mr. Happy, Mr. Jim and the twins, frank and beans--whatever."

"This from a man who didn't want to pose nude for my photos!" Costa shot back.

George was intrigued. "You took nude photos of Criss?"

"Yeah, last Monday."

"Where are they? I just gotta see them!"

Costa hesitated, trying to remember. "Come to think of it," he mused, "what the hell did I do with them?"

"You showed them to me in my office, remember?" Criss told him, "along with those photos of Dad."

Costa snapped his fingers, suddenly recalling that meeting. "Oh, yeah, that's right!" he said.

Criss rose. "I'll go get them," he said, and headed for his office.

"So, what the hell did you want to take pictures of Criss in the nude?" George asked.

"Just for a personal portfolio I was working on," Costa explaned. "It's so hard to find people willing to pose nude, and since Criss stripped for a couple of episodes, I figured he would be perfect."

George laughed at the irony of that statement. "Here in Las Vegas, where there are strip shows on every corner, male and female, and you can't find nude models? What a joke!"

"I found a few," Costa said. "Girl named Sola; a dancer from Kenya, Turburi Zubufu; German guy, Christian Ruhr--"

George sat up. "Ruhr? Blond, Austrian, shovel-jawed?"

"You know him?"

"Know him?" George gave a laugh in surprise. "Hell, that guy's on my boxing team! Finished first in the quarterfinals! And you say he posed nude for you?"

"Well, yeah."

George shook his head in disbelief. "Well, now I know what he does for a living!"

"Well, you must have seen him naked in the shower," Costa pointed out.

"Look, I don't give a fart in a high wind what those guys look like in the shower!" George stated loudly. "Hell, I barely notice if they're dressed or not! You've seen naked ass, you've seen them all!"

Criss returned from his office, empty-handed. "Cos," he said, "are you sure you didn't pick up those photos already?"

"No," Costa replied, "why?"

"Because they're not on the desk," Criss told him. "They're not anywhere. I looked in all the file drawers, I looked on the floor--they're gone! Do you know who took them?"

Costa, JD and George looked at each other, bewildered.