Post by JD Storm on Dec 16, 2010 1:12:35 GMT -4
Scene opens up at a small gas station on a rural route. An older model Crown Victoria is pulling off the highway, looking & sounding like it's been well maintained for it's age. The car pulls up to a pump, idles for a few moments before finally shutting off. The driver's door opens up. Gambler takes his time getting out, bring a small bag of trash out with him. Gambler dumps his trash in a nearby bin while taking time to stretch & walk about. A middle aged, balding man approaches, presumably the attendant.
Attendant
How can I be of assistance?
Gambler
Fill it up. Check the fluids for me, while you're at. I need to pick a few things up, inside.
Attendant
Take your time.
Gambler heads into the building, where he checks over the selection of soft drinks & pre-wrapped sandwiches. He heads towards the back, near the bathrooms.
Gambler
Just a few days until the Massacre on 34th Street. Got a lot of unknowns going into the show. Who's going to main event in the big Elimination match for the Insane Championship? Not really going to matter if I fail to get past Trevor Blackwell, the man that boasts of many extreme accomplishments. A man that brags about how hardcore he is. Just what I needed is another retard that wants to get into a pissing contest. Like I haven't had that happen before.
Let me explain something for you, Trevor. I could use a bunch of gambling cliches to explain this, but you don't seem to grasp that so well. So, I'll do you a favor & rephrase things. It's not what you've done in the past that matters. It's what you're doing now that's truly important. Most people like to say "what have you done for me lately?" whenever arguing with friends, lovers or spouses. Take a look at the final years of Michael Jackson's life. He went from being a megastar to being a joke and an alleged pedophile. OJ Simpson? Went from being a football great to an alleged double murderer & robber. Bernie Madoff? Yeah, I'll bet his resume is looking impressive to his prison husband.
All the gory, evil, twisted things you've accomplished in your career....all I can say is "Good for you". You were one of the baddest men to compete in extreme wrestling. You've ended several careers. You shortened many more. While it's great to hear that momentary chant after doing something gruesome, none of it matters. Doesn't matter how badly you injure a person. There's always somebody to take their place. Every time you eliminate a rival, a new rival is always willing to step up. Each time, they get more cunning, more deceptive, more gruesome then the previous person. I've got something that maybe should be answered by you, Trevor. Just how badly were you injured during all these encounters? How many times did you take gruesome, devastating or career threatening injuries? How many times did you see life threatening injuries?
There's a serious difference between us. Guaranteed, it goes well beyond our gimmicks. Frankly, the biggest difference would be just how far we're willing to take things. You, you want to risk it all for the moment. You'll risk everything just to keep a championship an extra week longer, to get a slight bump in pay. Me, on the other hand, I'm more calculating. Not necessarily more cunning. Definately more willing to figure the odds. I know when I'm in a bad situation. I'd rather cut my losses if it means living to fight another day. I know it's an old adage, but a wise man knows when to listen to those adages. Why do you think I'm still kicking after all these years? Sure as hell isn't because I'm still making the same fool mistakes that I made in my youth. Certainly isn't because I'm getting in all these bloody brawls or risking everything on one or two moves.
Much like my namesake, I'm willing to gamble to get what I want. Like a career gambler, I know that there's a time and a place to pack it in for the night. I've gained the wisdom to know when I need to fold. When fighting a losing battle, I'm smart enough to know that I should pick up the battle at a more convenient time. Some would see that as cowardice. I see it as intelligence.
Oh, and another thing that my age has taught me. This is something that I don't mind sharing with you, since you seem to be mentally deficient. Never underestimate your opponent, simply because of their looks. While I may have a crappy look, be a bit of an old-timer to most of the roster, killed off a few organs due to my drinking....don't let any of that trick you. I've had far too many opponents think they can get away with things because of how I look or how I come across. Bit them in the ass every single time. I've never hesitated to defend championships on a weekly basis, getting surprise opponents or surprise stipulations. Life as I know it has been one surprise after another. Not once does that stop me from making floor mats out of people like yourself. Sure, I may not be known in the niche markets you wrestle in, but I've made a name for myself in other markets. I've more then proven myself qualified to take whatever I feel like taking.
You feel like bringing up the Wild Card Stipulations for our match? Great, let's do that. Our match could involve any number of stipulations. If you can name it, it can happen. It could involve barbed wire, cages, broken light bulbs, death matches or any other barberic match you can name. It can also be an I Quit match. Last Man Standing? Inferno Match? Ladder Match? Strip Poker? Bingo? Tuxedo Match? Tic-Tac-Toe? Paper, Rock, Scissors? Whatever the rules we face, I'm ready for it. I don't have the reputation that you do, but I'm no stranger to winning gold. I'm no stranger to getting what I want. Give me any surprise that you can come up with. I know how to deal with it.
Trevor, you want to judge me based off what you here me say or how I come across? Go ahead. I'll be raking in the gold, I'll go on to win the Insane Championship. You'll be left wondering how a generic, boring punk like myself beat a "legend", a Paragon such as yourself. Maybe, just maybe, I'll prove to everyone that you're nothing more then a lump of coal.
Gambler heads into a bathroom as the scene comes to the end.
Attendant
How can I be of assistance?
Gambler
Fill it up. Check the fluids for me, while you're at. I need to pick a few things up, inside.
Attendant
Take your time.
Gambler heads into the building, where he checks over the selection of soft drinks & pre-wrapped sandwiches. He heads towards the back, near the bathrooms.
Gambler
Just a few days until the Massacre on 34th Street. Got a lot of unknowns going into the show. Who's going to main event in the big Elimination match for the Insane Championship? Not really going to matter if I fail to get past Trevor Blackwell, the man that boasts of many extreme accomplishments. A man that brags about how hardcore he is. Just what I needed is another retard that wants to get into a pissing contest. Like I haven't had that happen before.
Let me explain something for you, Trevor. I could use a bunch of gambling cliches to explain this, but you don't seem to grasp that so well. So, I'll do you a favor & rephrase things. It's not what you've done in the past that matters. It's what you're doing now that's truly important. Most people like to say "what have you done for me lately?" whenever arguing with friends, lovers or spouses. Take a look at the final years of Michael Jackson's life. He went from being a megastar to being a joke and an alleged pedophile. OJ Simpson? Went from being a football great to an alleged double murderer & robber. Bernie Madoff? Yeah, I'll bet his resume is looking impressive to his prison husband.
All the gory, evil, twisted things you've accomplished in your career....all I can say is "Good for you". You were one of the baddest men to compete in extreme wrestling. You've ended several careers. You shortened many more. While it's great to hear that momentary chant after doing something gruesome, none of it matters. Doesn't matter how badly you injure a person. There's always somebody to take their place. Every time you eliminate a rival, a new rival is always willing to step up. Each time, they get more cunning, more deceptive, more gruesome then the previous person. I've got something that maybe should be answered by you, Trevor. Just how badly were you injured during all these encounters? How many times did you take gruesome, devastating or career threatening injuries? How many times did you see life threatening injuries?
There's a serious difference between us. Guaranteed, it goes well beyond our gimmicks. Frankly, the biggest difference would be just how far we're willing to take things. You, you want to risk it all for the moment. You'll risk everything just to keep a championship an extra week longer, to get a slight bump in pay. Me, on the other hand, I'm more calculating. Not necessarily more cunning. Definately more willing to figure the odds. I know when I'm in a bad situation. I'd rather cut my losses if it means living to fight another day. I know it's an old adage, but a wise man knows when to listen to those adages. Why do you think I'm still kicking after all these years? Sure as hell isn't because I'm still making the same fool mistakes that I made in my youth. Certainly isn't because I'm getting in all these bloody brawls or risking everything on one or two moves.
Much like my namesake, I'm willing to gamble to get what I want. Like a career gambler, I know that there's a time and a place to pack it in for the night. I've gained the wisdom to know when I need to fold. When fighting a losing battle, I'm smart enough to know that I should pick up the battle at a more convenient time. Some would see that as cowardice. I see it as intelligence.
Oh, and another thing that my age has taught me. This is something that I don't mind sharing with you, since you seem to be mentally deficient. Never underestimate your opponent, simply because of their looks. While I may have a crappy look, be a bit of an old-timer to most of the roster, killed off a few organs due to my drinking....don't let any of that trick you. I've had far too many opponents think they can get away with things because of how I look or how I come across. Bit them in the ass every single time. I've never hesitated to defend championships on a weekly basis, getting surprise opponents or surprise stipulations. Life as I know it has been one surprise after another. Not once does that stop me from making floor mats out of people like yourself. Sure, I may not be known in the niche markets you wrestle in, but I've made a name for myself in other markets. I've more then proven myself qualified to take whatever I feel like taking.
You feel like bringing up the Wild Card Stipulations for our match? Great, let's do that. Our match could involve any number of stipulations. If you can name it, it can happen. It could involve barbed wire, cages, broken light bulbs, death matches or any other barberic match you can name. It can also be an I Quit match. Last Man Standing? Inferno Match? Ladder Match? Strip Poker? Bingo? Tuxedo Match? Tic-Tac-Toe? Paper, Rock, Scissors? Whatever the rules we face, I'm ready for it. I don't have the reputation that you do, but I'm no stranger to winning gold. I'm no stranger to getting what I want. Give me any surprise that you can come up with. I know how to deal with it.
Trevor, you want to judge me based off what you here me say or how I come across? Go ahead. I'll be raking in the gold, I'll go on to win the Insane Championship. You'll be left wondering how a generic, boring punk like myself beat a "legend", a Paragon such as yourself. Maybe, just maybe, I'll prove to everyone that you're nothing more then a lump of coal.
Gambler heads into a bathroom as the scene comes to the end.
