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Post by William Black on Dec 2, 2012 18:17:57 GMT -4
A thick layer of smoke is gathered near the ceiling to open up the scene. A couple red and white colored banners are hang from a wall opposite of the bar. They are evenly spaced apart, whoever put them up certainly took their sweet time doing it properly. In any case, the banners themselves are of the futball squad, Manchester United. The pennant to the far left shows a random player juking the absolute hell out of an opponent, it must have been one big moment in that game to get itself on a team banner. The Butler, William Black stands in font of a marble topped bar. Clink! William tossed some ice into a short, crystal glass before filling it with some kind of unknown liquor. He places the bottle back onto the bar where it had previously sat.
The English Enigma scoots behind a few men sitting around a green felted table. He finally reaches his seat, which is right underneath the aforementioned banners, as he proceeds to plop his body onto it. Numerous ash trays are scattered around the poker table as well as cards, cash, chips, alcoholic beverages, and everything else you'd expect to see at a man's poker night. The flop gets dealt down, a firm silence falls across the table as the men ponder whether they should fold or stay in. Roughly half of the men, of which there are six around the table, just fold and throw their hands down while the remaining three, one of them being William, throw a few more chips into the pot. Finally, a proper dressed Englishmen who looks as if he's about ready to meet the Queen, breaks the silence.
“So, William,” says the man, “congratulations on your twinning streak in APW. What is it at? Three wins in a row now? Good show, sir!”
Every man around the table pick up their drinks tilt them and nod at the APW Megastar, William Black, showing respect to the man who overcame all the men he had faced in his matches up to this point. Black bows his head to the men and tilts his drink to them as well, proud to see everyone acknowledging his victories. He then looks downward, aiming his focus on the ash tray. Milliseconds later, he picks up a smoky cigar in between his index and middle fingers before he takes a big and satisfying puff of it. He holds the smoke in his mouth for a solid few seconds, enjoying it's fine taste. Smoke streams from his mouth as he exhales after a couple more seconds pass. The Butler then places the cigar back down onto one of the four resting places of the ashtray.
He picks up his cards from the table, noting that he does, in fact, have a pair. He then checks out the previous flop, another of the same card. William musters up all the will he has to offer just to not smile and make it obvious he has got himself, what he believes to be, a winning hand. Another card is flopped down, an Ace. Not too helpful to him in the slightest, but he holds firm with his belief that he has this game in the bag. He throws all in, one of the gutsiest moves a man in his position can make. One of the other men folds, but another calls. Here it is, the moment of truth. Both men reveal their hands after another card is played.
“Bloody hell, we have one lucky bugger in our midst, boys.” says the man who went all in with William.
He had won, The Butler did. He picks up his cigar and pops it in his mouth once again. He then wraps his hands around all the chips he had just won from that single hand. William Black pulls them all toward him and begins to stack them up neatly in front of his spot at the table. This, of course, causes a break in the action.
“So, what are you planning on doing to win this week, William? I mean, you're not exactly facing any push overs this bout.” asks one of the poker players.
The Butler quirks his head to the left, slightly confused as to why this man has asked such a foolish question. The man is acting as if his first three wins were against talentless men. Which, in William's mind at least, he had. None the less, those wins weren't as easy as he makes them out to be.
“Are you implying that my first few wins in this company are worthless? Because, my dear man, that's what it seems you're implying.” replies William Black.
Every single man around the table stares at William and the other player, feeling the air become cold and the room tense up. The man had messed up, and messed up in the worst way. Saying anything but good things about any of the Butler's matches is never a good idea. William puts in everything he has each week for the win. Granted, some weeks do seem a bit easier than others, but he hasn't faced any bums in APW yet. Come to think of it, I don't believe he ever will as APW is a wrestling federation absolutely packed to the brim with talent. Of course, you couldn't explain this to the cocky English wrestler, but regardless of what he believes, it's the truth.
“Oh, no, bloody hell, that's not what I meant at all, William.” backs off the other poker player whose statement rubbed the Butler the wrong way. “I just meant these blokes are some serious competition since their in this important of a match and all. You must understand that I meant you no disrespect.”
William grins while the other player lets out a quick sigh of relief. The Butler then rears back his left arm and shoots it forward, giving the man a light punch in his shoulder. Though, it didn't feel so light to the other player, but it was all in good fun. Simultaneously, everyone leans back in their chair due to the tension in the room being broken. No one is getting their ass kicked yet, and that's a good thing.
“Now, since you gave me a good opening to spill my thoughts about my competitors in this match, I'm going to go ahead and do so.” says the Butler.
Obviously, no man in the room is going to say no, or stop him from going on and giving a lecture about his upcoming match as the tension had finally just been brought to an all time low. So, with open ears, William goes on and begins to talk about this fatal four way match on this week's Meltdown.
“As it had been mentioned, these other three megastars aren't exactly push overs, but they are all beatable. My goal is simple, gentlemen, turn the three against each other until I can slide in and take full advantage of their weakened state. Yes, this sounds cheap, and I fully understand this, but this rubbish fatal four way business is getting on my nerves. Only once, in my APW career so far, have I faced a man one on one. It's almost as if the suits and higher ups in the APW staff don't want to see me succeed. However, they are going to be forced to. My rise to the top has already begun. You can't stop a freight train with a feather, as they say.” states William. He then goes on,
“Roy Speede, I wouldn't have all too much to say about the nitwit, but then he teamed up with Donald Deruty. That man stole the win from me in the tag team match that would've put me in the main stay for title contention. He wimped out the entire bout until he came out of nowhere and stole my win tally. That cocky bastard took a win from me, but I still get the mark as a win since he was on my tag team. I may be three and zero, but I feel as if I lost that match. So, this week, I get a chance for revenge. I'll make his tag team partner pay for what that man did those couple weeks ago. I feel bad for the kid. I read up on him a bit and the most he's accomplished was a Mid Card title and riding someone else's coat tails to a tag team championship. It's all very sad, really. Very sad.” says the Butler.
William finds himself holding a deep grudge toward Speede's tag team partner, Deruty. So, this week could either be very good or extremely bad for the young man Speede. Either William will be on the top of his game and completely destroy Speede, or he'll slip up while trying to perform big moves right off the bat and leave an opening for this opponent to slip by and get an advantage over him.
“Now we move on to Amy Zing. First off all, I credit the girl with the horrible pun, but it's all the same, I suppose. She seems to have some kind of talent, to have made it into this match at least. However, I hope her in ring IQ is a bit better than how she presents herself. Any silly wick can come up with a horrible name for themselves and reach for the stars, but without any in ring advantages she's just not going to have a good time in this match up” says William Black.
One part of his statement is correct, she does have an extremely pun-tastic name. Is it bad? Certainly not, but anything besides William's own name just won't match up with him. Kind of sad really, how egotistical one man can be. Regardless, he still has one challenger left to describe.
“We reach Kaylyn James Evans. What is there to say, really? She is a pretty woman, but she should be more of a cheerleader than a wrestler. Is she fast? Yes. Could she cause a very welcome distraction? Yes. She could be useful as a manager, so.. as I said, a cheerleader. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less. Just as the other three have made it to this match, she has gotten victories, whether it be luck or talent. However, she has met a brick wall. Me. You see, no one has been able to get through me yet, and I don't think anyone ever will to be completely honest. So, as I'm sure you've all realized at this point, I'm on pace to hit four and zero, a perfect record in APW. No one has stopped me and no one will. It's all simple really, this match may not be child's play, but it will certainly be a spanking.” boasts William, a very cocky man outside and inside the ring.
The men surrounding the poker table all nods their heads, understanding William's certainty. They wouldn't dare bet against him as they all know just what he Is capable of. Destruction. Complete and utter destruction of any person that gets in his way. He feels like that North American title is his already, even though he just entered this company a month ago. This fact is going to cause pure hell for his opponents as he is fighting for something that should be in his possession, at least he believes. This next match means a lot to every single person in it. No one would have the audacity to deny this. To William, however, this match is already won. A simple case of someone feeling that they are the rightful and proper king of the company. Is it undeserving? A lot of people would say that it is. You do have to recognize he has had the odds stacked against him in his first couple matches with so many men competing for the win. Now he moves on to this match, yet another one with numerous competitors.
“So, with that said, who wants to pass me another cigar?” asks William to lighten up the mood once again.
His request is met right away with another fat cigar. He puts it between his lips and strikes a match against it's box, igniting it instantly. William then raises it up to the cigar and lights it up after a few puffs. Smoke, once again, engulfs the room where the game of poker has stopped and William's victory speech has just begun... even though he hasn't won anything yet.
“Yes, yes, this week will be a ball. I can show the wrestling world my skills again, show them how true wrestling is performed.” says the Butler. “I'm sure, after this win, people will finally start coming over to my side, the correct side. The side of real wrestling. I feel bad for my three opponents, I know they want their shot to be number one, but it's simply not their time. It's the Era of The Englishman, and not one damn person can stop me.”
The men around the table let out a chuckle as does William. He takes a few more puffs of his cigar before he finds himself staring down at the table. A lot is riding on this upcoming match, he's said a lot of things that have to come true for his 'mission' to be a success. He knows this, he knows that it won't actually be as easy as he is making it. However, this won't stop him. He believes that his way is right and will fight to the death for it. The one player who had almost gotten beaten down by the Butler previously quirks and eyebrow and asks,
“So, ladies, can we pick this game back up here?”
A light hearted jab, one that actually didn't strike William the wrong way. He grins and nods his head as do the other players. This night had become too serious for every single one of them as it was meant to be a simple night of fun and games for the men. All of them are friends, all of them have known each other for a period of time and I have a feeling that they might wind up making an impact for William sometime very, very soon. Regardless of this, they all go back to the game of Poker as new hands begin to be dealt, William looks down and mutters something to himself.
“The Era of The Englishman, bloody awful title, but that's what it will be. It's my time in APW, my bloody time.”
The other men heard this, none really making notice to it. Well, not until the guy to the right of William Black pats him on the shoulder with a menacing look.
“Don't worry, Willy” says the man “I have your back. Your message will get through soon enough. For now though, let's loosen this up, right?”
The Butler smirks and nods as they all go back to playing poker like the good old friends they are. The man was right, there is a time and place for William's rants and ways, but this is simply not the place.
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WORDS 2500 or so again
SIDE NOTES Not my best this week, ran out of time. Good luck to Roy, Amy and Kaylyn
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