Post by JD Storm on Jan 24, 2011 0:23:51 GMT -4
Scene opens in a room at a cheap, rundown hotel off the Jersey turnpike. The room is dimly lit, appearing as though it hasn't been cleaned since 1967. The furniture appears to be considerably older.
The Gambler is sitting on the edge of his bed, drinking from a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.
Gambler
IWC, the home of misfits, freaks, the subhuman, counterculture and pretty much anyone else that doesn't belong in normal society. That alone describes the fans. Doesn't even begin to the wrestlers. IWC has the widest range of wrestlers on it's roster. Everyone from self-professed superstars, hardcore princesses, bad influences, loose cannons & alcoholic gamblers from a bygone era.
No matter what kind of person you are, what kind of athlete you are, no matter what you bring to the table, you all take a gamble stepping into the ring. The gambles are always big. No matter who you face, no matter if it's the beginning of the card or the main event. All it takes is one thing to take place to affect you. Just a few weeks ago, I was in the main event of IWC's first event with three other competitors. Winner goes on to become the Insane Champion.
I failed to win the title. Now, I'm facing a relative newcomer to IWC known as JD Pierce. Not a guy I'm all that familiar with. This isn't something you like when going into any kind of contest. You need any bit of information possible to get that advantage. The slightest advantage is all you need. Suppose that's what you're hoping to get away with, JD. The slightest advantage to try & throw me off my game, right?
Well, if you think that, or anything else, will throw me off, then I've got bad news for you. You'd better be so outrageous, so wacky, so uncontrollable, that I have no clue how to handle you. Believe me, I've seen some pretty strange things over they years. Random spot monkey manuevers simply aren't going to cut the mustard. A Kamikaze Revolution won't happen, not with me. Not on my watch. All that'll bring you is a pointless injury with absolutely no gain, whatsoever.
That's all fine with me, too. I don't mind if you want to give me an easy victory. The easier the better. I have better things to do then waste my time on you. I'd much rather get myself back in title contention. Hell with the Free Agency or anybody else, for that matter. I just want my shot at the gold. JD Pearce is just my stepping stone to the championship. Wait, scratch that. He's nothing more then a welcome mat. I'll be walking all over you.
Gambler goes for another drink from his bottle when the bed he's sitting on collapses, with no warning. Gambler has a momentary look of shock as his bottle flies out of his hand. Gambler lands on his back, bottle crashing a couple feet away, as the scene comes to an end.
The Gambler is sitting on the edge of his bed, drinking from a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.
Gambler
IWC, the home of misfits, freaks, the subhuman, counterculture and pretty much anyone else that doesn't belong in normal society. That alone describes the fans. Doesn't even begin to the wrestlers. IWC has the widest range of wrestlers on it's roster. Everyone from self-professed superstars, hardcore princesses, bad influences, loose cannons & alcoholic gamblers from a bygone era.
No matter what kind of person you are, what kind of athlete you are, no matter what you bring to the table, you all take a gamble stepping into the ring. The gambles are always big. No matter who you face, no matter if it's the beginning of the card or the main event. All it takes is one thing to take place to affect you. Just a few weeks ago, I was in the main event of IWC's first event with three other competitors. Winner goes on to become the Insane Champion.
I failed to win the title. Now, I'm facing a relative newcomer to IWC known as JD Pierce. Not a guy I'm all that familiar with. This isn't something you like when going into any kind of contest. You need any bit of information possible to get that advantage. The slightest advantage is all you need. Suppose that's what you're hoping to get away with, JD. The slightest advantage to try & throw me off my game, right?
Well, if you think that, or anything else, will throw me off, then I've got bad news for you. You'd better be so outrageous, so wacky, so uncontrollable, that I have no clue how to handle you. Believe me, I've seen some pretty strange things over they years. Random spot monkey manuevers simply aren't going to cut the mustard. A Kamikaze Revolution won't happen, not with me. Not on my watch. All that'll bring you is a pointless injury with absolutely no gain, whatsoever.
That's all fine with me, too. I don't mind if you want to give me an easy victory. The easier the better. I have better things to do then waste my time on you. I'd much rather get myself back in title contention. Hell with the Free Agency or anybody else, for that matter. I just want my shot at the gold. JD Pearce is just my stepping stone to the championship. Wait, scratch that. He's nothing more then a welcome mat. I'll be walking all over you.
Gambler goes for another drink from his bottle when the bed he's sitting on collapses, with no warning. Gambler has a momentary look of shock as his bottle flies out of his hand. Gambler lands on his back, bottle crashing a couple feet away, as the scene comes to an end.
