Post by JD Storm on Nov 14, 2010 2:09:25 GMT -4
In a cloudy, smoke filled room of an unknown lounge, the IWC cameras slowly make their way through the haze. Not a lot of people are hanging around. A few people can be seen drinking a few cocktails at some small tables. Off in the distance, a couple of Elvis look alikes are wondering around, looking half-crocked. The camera moves around for a bit until reaching the front of the lounge, near a stage. A cocktail waitress is dropping off a fresh glass of beer for a customer. The camera manages to get close enough to finally notice that it's The Gambler sitting at the table. With no act on the stage, currently, The Gambler turns some of his attention to the camera.
Gambler
Good to see that you made it. Didn't have any problems making it in here, did you?
The camera moves in a fashion, indicating "no".
Gambler
Good. I was worried that you'd catch some flack. You need any food? Drinks? Cuban Cigar?
The camera moves in a similar fashion, indicating "no" again.
Gambler
Maybe when you're off duty.
The cameraman says something inaudible from behind the camera.
Gambler
Seriously? A tea cupper? I seriously can't be the only one that sees the irony in this.
More inaudible talking comes from behind the camera.
Gambler
(laughing)
You're seriously a Witness? Man, you're going to have fits before we're done here.
(laughing stops)
Someone that's going to have a few fits is Gordie James. The Suicide Messiah himself. Gordie didn't quite do so well at IWC's return show recently, did he? In fact, I'd say he got beaten quite soundly by Crimson Ghost. No matter what you did, no matter what risk you were willing to take, you simply couldn't get the job done.
It's not necessarily your fault, Gordie. Crimson Ghost simply held a better hand then you. Pretty hard to beat a full house when you can't even make a pair of dueces. If this were a game of lowball, you'd be guaranteed the winner. You'd be odds on favorite to claim the Insane Championship, under the circumstances.
Unfortunately for you, being a crappy wrestler isn't quite going to cut it. Sure, the rules are more relaxed here as opposed to most promotions. You'll be able to do a few more things, like show off any "suicidal" move you may have in your arsenal. Irrelevant, really. Any trick you may think you've got can easily be countered. IWC allows me to finally do things that I've never been able to do in any promotion, previously. I don't need to have any Aces up my sleeve when I can just help you to commit career suicide. You'll be paging Dr. Kevorkian in the hopes that you can end your suffering. Any prayers of a Messiah coming to save your soul won't be answered.
Gordie, you pride yourself on being "The Suicide Messiah". Why? What possible benefit could that bring you? Exactly what do you gain? Suicide Messiah. Let's take a look at just what this means. Since I was in a hurry, I used Wikipedia as a my source on this. Hardly reliable, but good enough to get my point across.
Suicide. In short, it means to "kill oneself". Some do it because of a mental disorder. Others do it because they're under the influence of some form of addiction. Others do this because of some form of personal problem. This ranges from the girlfriend leaving you for another woman while taking your best hunting dog with her. Others do it because of money problems. Some people even do this because of a medical condition that they think can't be cured. Some form of altruistic suicide is committed in some cultures. Commonly, stuff like that is done when you're risking your own neck "for the greater good".
Now let's take the term "Messiah". I believe in Hebrew, a Messiah is translated to "anoited". Christians view a Messiah as a savior. The best known Messiah, at least to the average person, would be Jesus.
By this logic, maybe you think you're going to be our savior from our own self-destruction. Perhaps you're going sacrifice yourself in some ritualistic fashion in order to make yourself into some God-like prophet. Or, most likely, you're some sort of attention seeking whore, capable of doing a few great crowd pleasing spots.
Any way you slice it, you're career is ending a lot sooner then you planned on. The best part of this is that I won't have to do any of the work. I just have to sit back & let you do something ridiculous. Vegas bookies are still figuring out just what you'll do to make my job easier for me. I've got money on some kind of ridiculous crowd pleasing high spot. If I'm right, I stand to gain a fortune.
Another thing that's a virtual guarantee; my second straight victory in IWC. You, nor anybody else, will stand in my way for the ultimate payday: the Insane Championship!
A random dude gets onstage to announce that the next show will be starting shortly. Gambler signals to the cocktail waitress that he'd like some service. Scene fades out.
Gambler
Good to see that you made it. Didn't have any problems making it in here, did you?
The camera moves in a fashion, indicating "no".
Gambler
Good. I was worried that you'd catch some flack. You need any food? Drinks? Cuban Cigar?
The camera moves in a similar fashion, indicating "no" again.
Gambler
Maybe when you're off duty.
The cameraman says something inaudible from behind the camera.
Gambler
Seriously? A tea cupper? I seriously can't be the only one that sees the irony in this.
More inaudible talking comes from behind the camera.
Gambler
(laughing)
You're seriously a Witness? Man, you're going to have fits before we're done here.
(laughing stops)
Someone that's going to have a few fits is Gordie James. The Suicide Messiah himself. Gordie didn't quite do so well at IWC's return show recently, did he? In fact, I'd say he got beaten quite soundly by Crimson Ghost. No matter what you did, no matter what risk you were willing to take, you simply couldn't get the job done.
It's not necessarily your fault, Gordie. Crimson Ghost simply held a better hand then you. Pretty hard to beat a full house when you can't even make a pair of dueces. If this were a game of lowball, you'd be guaranteed the winner. You'd be odds on favorite to claim the Insane Championship, under the circumstances.
Unfortunately for you, being a crappy wrestler isn't quite going to cut it. Sure, the rules are more relaxed here as opposed to most promotions. You'll be able to do a few more things, like show off any "suicidal" move you may have in your arsenal. Irrelevant, really. Any trick you may think you've got can easily be countered. IWC allows me to finally do things that I've never been able to do in any promotion, previously. I don't need to have any Aces up my sleeve when I can just help you to commit career suicide. You'll be paging Dr. Kevorkian in the hopes that you can end your suffering. Any prayers of a Messiah coming to save your soul won't be answered.
Gordie, you pride yourself on being "The Suicide Messiah". Why? What possible benefit could that bring you? Exactly what do you gain? Suicide Messiah. Let's take a look at just what this means. Since I was in a hurry, I used Wikipedia as a my source on this. Hardly reliable, but good enough to get my point across.
Suicide. In short, it means to "kill oneself". Some do it because of a mental disorder. Others do it because they're under the influence of some form of addiction. Others do this because of some form of personal problem. This ranges from the girlfriend leaving you for another woman while taking your best hunting dog with her. Others do it because of money problems. Some people even do this because of a medical condition that they think can't be cured. Some form of altruistic suicide is committed in some cultures. Commonly, stuff like that is done when you're risking your own neck "for the greater good".
Now let's take the term "Messiah". I believe in Hebrew, a Messiah is translated to "anoited". Christians view a Messiah as a savior. The best known Messiah, at least to the average person, would be Jesus.
By this logic, maybe you think you're going to be our savior from our own self-destruction. Perhaps you're going sacrifice yourself in some ritualistic fashion in order to make yourself into some God-like prophet. Or, most likely, you're some sort of attention seeking whore, capable of doing a few great crowd pleasing spots.
Any way you slice it, you're career is ending a lot sooner then you planned on. The best part of this is that I won't have to do any of the work. I just have to sit back & let you do something ridiculous. Vegas bookies are still figuring out just what you'll do to make my job easier for me. I've got money on some kind of ridiculous crowd pleasing high spot. If I'm right, I stand to gain a fortune.
Another thing that's a virtual guarantee; my second straight victory in IWC. You, nor anybody else, will stand in my way for the ultimate payday: the Insane Championship!
A random dude gets onstage to announce that the next show will be starting shortly. Gambler signals to the cocktail waitress that he'd like some service. Scene fades out.
