Drexler steps out of his Headquarters looking hastily at his watch knowing that he must get over the street to get that bet on for the big game tonight. On a normal day he would call in the bet from a bookies he knows down town, but today, well today is different....

As Drexler crosses the main strip looking back on the casinos already on offer here in Chicago, he notices the crowd gather outside the building he is headed, as he makes his way to the front he stands beside a very proud looking man in EvilClown....Drexler begins to speak...

Its with great pleasure that I bring to you all the latest intalment of the Jefferson park gambling franchise. The all new Chicago Book makers!

I'm very happy to announce that my good friend EvilClown will be heading this sector of our business and I trust him to make this a great success for us all.

He will be offering the most competitive odds on all types of sporting events around the world, from American Football to Hockey, From Football (that's soccer to a few of you) to Basketball....any sport you want to bet on, he will find you the odds.

He has my full backing and that of everyone at Jefferson Park and I look forward to him making a huge success and hopefully huge profit too!

So please, for all your betting needs, stop by the Chicago Business District and come on in to ~Jefferson Park Bookmaking Service Extraordinaire~...I'm sure you will be well looked after....and of course, good luck!

EvilClown stands leaning against the door of the freshly opened bookmakers in Chicago watching the punters flock in.


"That's right people, I'll take bets on any sporting event you wish. From Bolivian midget wresting to Canadian Ice Hockey! If you can't make it to Chicago you can visit the franchise shown in my profile.

You won't get the 5 star treatmnt as you get in Chicago but you will be able to see all the latest advertised events.

Let me stress, if you don't see what you want I'll get you the most competative odds so just post up.

If you wold prefer to place bets confidentially drop me a mail and we can do business that way, any questions just ask!"



EvilClown turns with a flourish and walks inside kicking his heels.

Fantastic! Ever since Vegas went out of business, i've been looking for a decent bookie. Im partial to the odd bet, so be sure to find me in your fine establishment from time to time.

It's good to see a bookmakers back in the eight cities. Mr EvilClown I look forward to doing business with you in the future. Once again Chicago is providing new avenues for us to earn/lose our money.

The_Punching_Bag was walking along the street of Jefferson Park just when he heard a pretty loud group of people ahead. He increased his strides and soon was at the entrance of the Jefferson Park Bookmaking Service Extraordinaire. There there were people in groups who were having a hard laugh, and then some people who seems to be doign some sort of business, and others with big load of cash, handing out to a person in suit who was colelcting them and recording down some stuff. He tilts his head up, and saw the sign" Jefferson Park Bookmaking Service Extraordinaire". It all made sense. People were placing bets. 

" A bookie in town?" whispered Bag to himself. He was new to the city.

Bag walks towards a man dressed well in suit wearing a pair of sunglasses who looked like someoen he saw on the cover of the "Mafia Returns" magazine  but never got the chance to meet him in person. Bag approached the person, while he was facing away talking to some other person.But as he was arms length away from him, two big guys in suits got in the way.

" Identification please sir"said the guards

" I'm sorry, why do I need to give you my ID? And If you would excuse me, please"replied Bag.

" ID, or walk away. " said the guards.

" Ouh what? Who gave you the authority to ask me to turn around and walk away? Not like you're some kind of bodyguard for a big man, are you? " replied Bag with his voice raised a little.

This caught the man who looked familiar's attention which made him turned his back to see what was going on.

" Don Drexler, do you know this crazy man here?" asked one of the bodyguards.

The man who appears to be a Don took of hissun glasses and stared straight into Bag's eyes. Bag's eyes went big as he saw the man's face who he recognizes . And the guy was the infamous Don, Drexler. Drexler gave a signal which ordered the guards to go away and leave the both of them in private.

Not long after that, they too were havign conversations and having a few laughters.

" Well It's an honour meeting you Don Drexler. it's a great place here, I'm sure Jefferson Park Bookmaking Service Extraordinaire will do really well, especialyl with you here. But only..." 

Drexler intterupted Bag , stating that he shouldn't have to worry about the bodyguards, that they were just doing their jobs.

Bag had to leave as he had some stuff to do in other cities. 

" Again, it's been an honour meeting you. Keep in touch"said Bag.

The two shaked hands and Bag left Jefferson Park Bookmaking Service Extraordinaire

oved in

As Punch walks away from the bookmakers a clown emerges from the door.

"HEY! Where you think your going?"

Punch turns and looks at the clown, alook of confusion on his face

"Err.. you talking to me?"

"Damn straight Im talking to you!" The clown replies "You seem to be walking away from my shop without calling in! You like a bet? Here..."

The clown flicks a coin at punch, on it is stamped a picture of what seems to be a naked midget...

"Use this when you stop by, make sure you show it to one of the tellers and they'll increase your winnings by 10%"

Enzyte reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bunch of 100s.

These bills are useless. I'll happily wager them on games in the near, near future. Just set up an account for Enzyte, save us all some time. 

Mrs-Doubtfire smiles and shakes EvilClowns hand

"Very nice business you have set up here my friend. I am sure you'll do a fantastic job and to have Drexler backing you also its surely going to be a great success. Now an old lady can earn my quite well these days with all the benefits I can gain so... count me in on the football because I do love a spot of Premier League!"

Mrs-Doubtfire winks at EvilClown and walks off to the nearest Cafe while she browses the odds of the football

Bag takes the coin and stare at it for a moment before putting it into his pocket jeans.

" Thanks alot mate" said Bag who turns around and walks off, lifting his hand up a few seconds later noting a goodbye

Clowns small car screeches into the street and he exits without the usually flourish of comedy. He face is dark and the bags under his eyes are almost as big as his oversized pockets.

So we seem to have roaming amongst us people who think they can play me at my own racket eh?

Today has been a sore day for the Jefferson Park Bookies but we will bounce back! The shop is still open and I'm still excepting your bets on any event you wish.

Call in today at Chicago or my backstreetfranchaise.

A line of people appear from Nowhere and clown starts to dish out suitcases full of cash.

Apr 10, '11 07:15 Your accountant has made payment of $242,000
Apr 09, '11 21:02 Your accountant has made payment of $562,222
Apr 09, '11 20:54 Your accountant has made payment of $50,000
Apr 09, '11 19:54 Your accountant has made payment of $750,000
Apr 09, '11 19:52 Your accountant has made payment of $294,444
Apr 09, '11 19:46 Your accountant has made payment of $89,910
Apr 09, '11 19:34 Your accountant has made payment of $272,312

The line of people begins to thin, Clown spits on the ground, climbs back into his car and screechs off toward the HQ in Chicago.

Bag happily  counts out the cash he won from the  arsenal v s Blackpool match, but regretted deeply for not betting all in as he lost his money in blackjack anywyas.

A fanfare of trumpets suddenly becomes the street and all present at the time suddenly stop on a pin and look towards the cacophony of noise.

Evilclown strides purposefully out of his now gold plated bookmakers door scratching a few flecks of the shiny metal off and flicking them toward some street bums who are clustered outside.

My fellow mafiosos! I have great pleasure in introducing the latest instalment from the Jefferson Park bookmakers.  To feed your bloodlust and sate your animal instincts I have drafted in help from an esteemed friend of mine.  May I introduce StillSmokin.

Clown steps to the side as smoking shuffles forward:

Please find for your pleasure inside the bookmakers odds on all the worlds fighting events.  From UFC, Kickboxing to Sumo Wrestling I can offer you the most competitive odds enabling you, once you win of course, to invest in that extra drug front property or additional bodyguard for your ever growing army.  As ever all bets will be honoured by Jefferson Park , you can find the latest events posted up on the wall in Chicago or contact me directly If you can’t make it there!

Thank you and good luck! 

I recently lost a small sum within your buisness, today I look forward to making that cash back!

Your accountant makes note that $10,000,000 has been wired to EvilClown from your account.

All on Chelsea to beat West Ham :)

Not a problem Mr Teq. I truley wish you the best of luck.

EvilClown makes a phone call to the referee in charge of the game.

"The cat is in the bag."

EvilClown places the receiver smiling to himself, knowing the match official has got the message.

Your accountant has received payment of $12,000,000 from EvilClown.

Proof that he pays.

Pleasure doing with you Mr. Clown. I'm sure I'll be back again :)

Oh he certainly pays alright!

Made a nice little win during the week on some football. I expect to be doing more business with EvilClown in the near future, I encourage others to do so too if they want to win some good money! (maybe not as risky as MrSorryPunch there, though)

Your accountant makes note that $1,000,000 has been wired to EvilClown from your account.

On the draw Arsenal vs Bolton in running! :D

SHIT! What the fuck happend to Arsenal??? Theyve gone waaaaay down hill.

A Gold plated rolls royce pulls up to the kerb where both FiveFinger and stillsmokin are sat with their head in their hands.

The window slowly rolls down and thick cigar smoke bellows out followed by a green wig and a big red nose attached to a pale white hideous face.

"You win some... You lose some boys" EvilClown winks and throws out a handful of dimes in their direction.

"I was gonna give this to my old mas church fund but you can have it. Help you get over your losses"

The window clicks shut and the roller slowly drives away.