Post by gordiejames on Nov 14, 2010 11:43:39 GMT -4
*The scene opens to the James Loft in Hells Kitchen, it's early morning as the sun is starting to creeping into the bedroom on the second floor. Clothes litter the floor, an ashtray sits on the end table beside the bed full with cigarette butts and joint roaches, a sixty inch LCD TV hangs on the well opposite the bed. The TV is on ESPN and plays at a low level, the watcher is none other than Gordie himself he holds a cigarette in one hand and the TV remote in the other. A female arm has draped it's self over Gordies chest, another one night stand Gordie thought in his mind, hell he couldn't even remember the girls name. It didn't matter she'd most likely be gone by noon and by midnight another would be on his arm to replace her. That is until the young woman rolled over to reveal that somehow Gordie ended up taking home porn icon Bobbi Star last night. Gordie shocked decides to let Bobbi sleep as he slides out of bed, grabs a pill bottle off the night stand, and makes his way down to the kitchen. He pops open the pill bottle with one hand and drops a couple of the percocet into his hand. His leg had been bothering him as of late and pre existing injury caused back when he wrestled in XWW. It's not like it always hurt he just tweeked it in his match against Crimson Ghost when he nailed his patented Chaingun. Gordie throws the pills into his mouth and walks over to the fridge, opening it and looking inside a look of dismay crosses his face.*
Gordie: Of course we don't have any fucking OJ.
*Gordie walks over to the sink drapes his head under the faucet and takes a mouthfull of water swallowing the pills. As Gordie turns to walk back upstairs Bobbi stands in front of him wearing his Black Label Society t-shit and a pair of red thongs. The girl was truly beautiful even if she did fuck on camera for a living.*
Bobbi: Sorry I hope you don't mind I borrowed some of your clothes I couldn't find all of mine.
Gordie: Not a problem um, would you wanna stay for breakfast. We don't have any orange juice but I'm pretty sure I could whip you up a bowl of Apple Jacks or something.
Bobbi: Apple Jacks?
Sit down and let me cook you breakfast.
*Gordie sits at the table as Bobbi puts on a pot of coffee. Gordie wasn't usually a breakfast person, then again he usually wasn't up before noon. But here he was up at the crack of dawn with porn star cooking him breakfast. Gordie just smiled as Bobbi brought him over a cup of coffee.*
Gordie: Thanks, this might be a weird question seeing as we already slept together but would you wanna get dinner with me tonight?
Bobbi: Yeah that sounds like fun.
Gordie: Wicked, listen I'll be right back I gotta go check something.
*Bobbi nodded grabbing the eggs and milk out of the fridge. Gordie ran back up to his room and sat at the computer, setting down the coffee mug on the desk, and pulling up the IWC website he sits at the computer chair and watches The Gamblers promo. After finishing it Gordie dips his head back and turns looking at the camera.*
Gordie: Tough word for a dead man, take notice Gambler because I'm gonna have to do this quick I feel the painkillers taking effect. I'm calling your bluff you old bastard, you are in way more trouble than your mind can comprehend. Standing in the way of my first win in the IWC I really kinda fell sorry for you.....but then again maybe not. You were right on one thing and one thing only I didn't fare too well against Crimson Ghost I my debut trust me though I never ever lose two in a row.
*Gordie leans forward and picks up his coffee mug takes a sip and sets it back down.*
Gordie: Damn should of had Bobbi irish that up for me a little. Oh well no use living in the past and that's exactly what I plan on doing on November 21st. Erasing that first loss by beating the ever living hell out of you. You wanna sit here and babble on about Vegas odds fine with me but speaking factually, and you'll learn this about me I'm a beat the odds kind of person. I mean hell I wouldn't even put money on myself walking out of Long Island with a win. I would have better odds surviving an entire year in Iraq or Afghanistan or then again maybe that's what I want you to think. Or better yet maybe I should just retire and sit on a beach with my very large inheritance and bang the pornstar downstairs making me breakfast. Well sorry about your luck chief because as nice as that sounds it's most likely not in the cards.
*Bobbi yells from the bottom of the stairs the breakfast is ready.*
Gordie: Be right down I'm just finishing something up. And there Gambler lies the key word finishing, because maybe you were right on something else maybe I will use some "Crowd pleasing High Spot" to take you the fuck out of this picture. Then again I'll most likely save that for an opponent that actually deserves me using even half of my ability. As for you dictionary reading skills I want you too look up one more word to associate with me it's called defeat. Trust me Gambler defeat will be a good one to learn because every time you step in the ring with me that's what you should get accustomed to.
*Gordie stands up wobbling a little bit as the painkillers are taking their effect. Gordie turns to the camera and speaks his final words.*
Gordie: Oh yeah and Gambler one more thing don't take what I've said here to heart. I'm not trying to be a piranha, I just feel the need to be you "Suicide Messiah".
*Gordie smiles and shuts the door to his bedroom, as this scene fades to black.*
Gordie: Of course we don't have any fucking OJ.
*Gordie walks over to the sink drapes his head under the faucet and takes a mouthfull of water swallowing the pills. As Gordie turns to walk back upstairs Bobbi stands in front of him wearing his Black Label Society t-shit and a pair of red thongs. The girl was truly beautiful even if she did fuck on camera for a living.*
Bobbi: Sorry I hope you don't mind I borrowed some of your clothes I couldn't find all of mine.
Gordie: Not a problem um, would you wanna stay for breakfast. We don't have any orange juice but I'm pretty sure I could whip you up a bowl of Apple Jacks or something.
Bobbi: Apple Jacks?
Sit down and let me cook you breakfast.*Gordie sits at the table as Bobbi puts on a pot of coffee. Gordie wasn't usually a breakfast person, then again he usually wasn't up before noon. But here he was up at the crack of dawn with porn star cooking him breakfast. Gordie just smiled as Bobbi brought him over a cup of coffee.*
Gordie: Thanks, this might be a weird question seeing as we already slept together but would you wanna get dinner with me tonight?
Bobbi: Yeah that sounds like fun.
Gordie: Wicked, listen I'll be right back I gotta go check something.
*Bobbi nodded grabbing the eggs and milk out of the fridge. Gordie ran back up to his room and sat at the computer, setting down the coffee mug on the desk, and pulling up the IWC website he sits at the computer chair and watches The Gamblers promo. After finishing it Gordie dips his head back and turns looking at the camera.*
Gordie: Tough word for a dead man, take notice Gambler because I'm gonna have to do this quick I feel the painkillers taking effect. I'm calling your bluff you old bastard, you are in way more trouble than your mind can comprehend. Standing in the way of my first win in the IWC I really kinda fell sorry for you.....but then again maybe not. You were right on one thing and one thing only I didn't fare too well against Crimson Ghost I my debut trust me though I never ever lose two in a row.
*Gordie leans forward and picks up his coffee mug takes a sip and sets it back down.*
Gordie: Damn should of had Bobbi irish that up for me a little. Oh well no use living in the past and that's exactly what I plan on doing on November 21st. Erasing that first loss by beating the ever living hell out of you. You wanna sit here and babble on about Vegas odds fine with me but speaking factually, and you'll learn this about me I'm a beat the odds kind of person. I mean hell I wouldn't even put money on myself walking out of Long Island with a win. I would have better odds surviving an entire year in Iraq or Afghanistan or then again maybe that's what I want you to think. Or better yet maybe I should just retire and sit on a beach with my very large inheritance and bang the pornstar downstairs making me breakfast. Well sorry about your luck chief because as nice as that sounds it's most likely not in the cards.
*Bobbi yells from the bottom of the stairs the breakfast is ready.*
Gordie: Be right down I'm just finishing something up. And there Gambler lies the key word finishing, because maybe you were right on something else maybe I will use some "Crowd pleasing High Spot" to take you the fuck out of this picture. Then again I'll most likely save that for an opponent that actually deserves me using even half of my ability. As for you dictionary reading skills I want you too look up one more word to associate with me it's called defeat. Trust me Gambler defeat will be a good one to learn because every time you step in the ring with me that's what you should get accustomed to.
*Gordie stands up wobbling a little bit as the painkillers are taking their effect. Gordie turns to the camera and speaks his final words.*
Gordie: Oh yeah and Gambler one more thing don't take what I've said here to heart. I'm not trying to be a piranha, I just feel the need to be you "Suicide Messiah".
*Gordie smiles and shuts the door to his bedroom, as this scene fades to black.*
