With "Big League City Strip Club" under his ownership and Old Irving heading off to retirement, Richard Richardson was off to one hell of a start. He had the club completely revamped, new floors, new paint, new carpet, new everything. While his construction was busy getting all of the renovations underway, International Dick had his chaffeur drive I.D-Entertainment's 1980 Rolls-Royce Silver Spur Limosine to the Broadcasting Empire Building.
Once he'd arrived, he put on his best face and brightest smile, then exited the limosine. The paparazzi was all over him. He simply ignored them and entered the building, then took the elevator to the twelveth floor. As he entered, the many television air heads of of network stood up to greet him. However, in front of them, he pitched his next big idea. "Ladies and Gents, I need no introduction amongst so many familiar face! Rather, I have your next biggest hit television series! I call it, All In! Picture this; Other dimensional contestants, fighting to survive any and every challenge I throw at them! High stakes to keep your viewers entertained! Endless profits to make you richer than your wildest dreams! It's the highest stakes survival reality game show you'll ever run! WHAT SAY YOU!?"
The room murmured for a moment before a voice spoke up. "Now, this pitch is the best we've had in a while, Dick, but how in the hell will you get other dimensional contestants?" International Dick grinned, "Science of course! You all watched as I travelled the dimensions in the past! Now I plan to use that device... to bring contestants to a remote island I constructed during my eleventh show with all of you! Come now! I always have a way." International Dick's grin sealed the deal. The Broadcasting Syndicate would take on his new show, air it live as long as the show ran. At this moment in time, International Dick was the most powerful man across the multiverse.
With that out of the way, his chaffeur drove him to the dock, then captain his yacht over to I.D-Entertainment Labs, on I.D-Entertainment Island. There, he got fully dressed up in full costume, while TV crews setup their multitudes of camera across the entire island to capture every single moment of action that International Dick had promised them. The Island itself was surrounded by plasma forcefields, had a plethora of locations such as an abandoned airfield, an empty bunker, a mountain hideout, treehouses, and more. The island hadn't been this active in a long time. However, as International Dick's title, The Human-Collector, suggested, he'd have to find the rarest of the rare, the boldest of the bold, and the insanest of the insane.
Dick looked over the many files of particularly interest humans within other dimensions. He smiled to himself seeing all of the wonderful new potential contestants his harvesting team had compiled for him. With the shutting of a manilla file, International Dick was fully dressed, hooked up to a microphone, and on center stage as the TV crews began rolling...