Post by JD Storm on Jan 9, 2011 1:25:08 GMT -4
Scene opens in the lounge of a small time casino. A few people are scattered in random spots, mostly looking as though they were shit at and hit. At the end of the bar, dressed up as though he were in a Blues Brothers movie, is The Gambler. He’s taking his time on a glass of Scotch, looking as though he were distracted by something.
Some background music starts up, beginning with “Cocaine” by Eric Clapton. The look on Gambler’s face switches from a thinking look to more of a surprised look.
Gambler
Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch. All my years here in Vegas and I never once heard anyone play this fucking song in a casino. Barkeep, wasn’t there a ban on this song?
Bartender
More like an unwritten rule. Why it was never official, I’ll never know.
Gambler
With all the crap that happens in Vegas, you’d think that sort of rule would just be automatic.
Bartender
It would be different if most of the stuff was just a bunch of stereotypes. By the way, you’re looking a bit low on your drink. Want another?
Gambler
Sure. I should have one for the road. Need to get to Long Island. Gotta be ready for some work up there.
Bartender
I heard something about you having a wrestling gig up there.
Gambler
Yep. It’s for a promotion called IWC. Facing a 200 pound spot monkey called Anthony James. Heard he’s still wet behind the ears.
The bartender brings a fresh glass of scotch to Gambler, who promptly forks over the cash.
Gambler
Keep the change.
Gambler starts on his drink as the scene fades to a small conference room. Gambler arrogantly leans on a large oak table, half-sitting on the table, left foot on a chair.
Gambler
Chances. Risks. Life is just plum full of them. No matter what you do, you’re always taking a chance, always taking a risk. Could be as simple as crossing the street, taking the chance that you’re not going to be hit by a bus. Going to Chuck E. Cheese for your kid’s birthday party? You take one hell of a risk. Good chance of being involved in some form of brawl, knife fight or being shot at. Visit San Francisco….well, you know the reputation there.
While I’ve failed at some recent risk taking , don’t think for a single moment that I’m going to let that detour me from my ultimate mission; the IWC Championship. How I return to the title scene is unknown. I don’t know the risks I’ll have to face. Don’t know the gambles that I’ll have to make. What I do know is who I have to go through to get to the title.
This week, Anthony James tempts fate. A 200 pound spot monkey. You should know something about gambling, wouldn’t you Anthony? Fate is tempted whenever you climb those ropes. Will Lady Luck be on your side? Or will she turn into a bitch that’s on her third day on the rag?
Go for broke and pray that you get the winner’s purse? Or play it safe, living long enough to fight another day? If there’s any intelligence on your part, you’ll know when enough’s enough. Most punk kids need to take a few busted ribs before they wise up. Will you show wisdom beyond your years or will you roll the dice? All it takes is one good throw.
Gambler pulls a pair of die out of a pocket, gently throwing them on the table. A “4” and a “3” appear face up, as the scene fades out.
Some background music starts up, beginning with “Cocaine” by Eric Clapton. The look on Gambler’s face switches from a thinking look to more of a surprised look.
Gambler
Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch. All my years here in Vegas and I never once heard anyone play this fucking song in a casino. Barkeep, wasn’t there a ban on this song?
Bartender
More like an unwritten rule. Why it was never official, I’ll never know.
Gambler
With all the crap that happens in Vegas, you’d think that sort of rule would just be automatic.
Bartender
It would be different if most of the stuff was just a bunch of stereotypes. By the way, you’re looking a bit low on your drink. Want another?
Gambler
Sure. I should have one for the road. Need to get to Long Island. Gotta be ready for some work up there.
Bartender
I heard something about you having a wrestling gig up there.
Gambler
Yep. It’s for a promotion called IWC. Facing a 200 pound spot monkey called Anthony James. Heard he’s still wet behind the ears.
The bartender brings a fresh glass of scotch to Gambler, who promptly forks over the cash.
Gambler
Keep the change.
Gambler starts on his drink as the scene fades to a small conference room. Gambler arrogantly leans on a large oak table, half-sitting on the table, left foot on a chair.
Gambler
Chances. Risks. Life is just plum full of them. No matter what you do, you’re always taking a chance, always taking a risk. Could be as simple as crossing the street, taking the chance that you’re not going to be hit by a bus. Going to Chuck E. Cheese for your kid’s birthday party? You take one hell of a risk. Good chance of being involved in some form of brawl, knife fight or being shot at. Visit San Francisco….well, you know the reputation there.
While I’ve failed at some recent risk taking , don’t think for a single moment that I’m going to let that detour me from my ultimate mission; the IWC Championship. How I return to the title scene is unknown. I don’t know the risks I’ll have to face. Don’t know the gambles that I’ll have to make. What I do know is who I have to go through to get to the title.
This week, Anthony James tempts fate. A 200 pound spot monkey. You should know something about gambling, wouldn’t you Anthony? Fate is tempted whenever you climb those ropes. Will Lady Luck be on your side? Or will she turn into a bitch that’s on her third day on the rag?
Go for broke and pray that you get the winner’s purse? Or play it safe, living long enough to fight another day? If there’s any intelligence on your part, you’ll know when enough’s enough. Most punk kids need to take a few busted ribs before they wise up. Will you show wisdom beyond your years or will you roll the dice? All it takes is one good throw.
Gambler pulls a pair of die out of a pocket, gently throwing them on the table. A “4” and a “3” appear face up, as the scene fades out.
