Post by JD Storm on Jan 30, 2011 22:29:42 GMT -4
Scene opens in the backstage area, shortly after APW's Survive & Conquer match. Gambler is having his shoulder checked out by trainers.
Trainer
Your shoulder is going to be bruised for quite awhile. Nothing broken, as near as we can tell. X-rays don't indicate anything's broken. Just go easy on the shoulder and you'll be fine.
Gambler
I shouldn't have much of a problem with that. I'm only facing a punk kid, tomorrow. I only need one good shoulder to give him the whoopin' of a lifetime.
Trainer
You're clear to take off whenever you feel like. We'll give you a small prescription for Tylenol with Codeine, just to take the edge off the pain.
The trainer leaves a prescription with Gambler, who tries moving his shoulder around. Gambler grimices in pain.
Gambler
So, I'm never was, right JD? Way too old to still get the job done, huh? What little you know about me, JD. You don't know me as much as you'd like to think.
What you're dealing with, Mr. Pearce.....and I use Mister lightly here.....is a former champion. Everywhere I've ever been, I've held championship gold. The last promotion I was active in, I was a three time United States Champion. I've been a challenger for every title that any given promotion's ever had.
I've forgotten more about this business then you'll ever learn, JD. I've wrestled circles around many wrestlers, all while spending my time shitfaced. I've completely buried wrestlers like you, who've had this "wasting my time" attitude.
You want to take the TapOut Championship? You have to go through me, first. Let's see just how badly you want the title after I've snapped a leg, busted a rib or popped an eye out of it's socket.
While I'm thinking of it, perhaps you'd be smart to not rock the boat to much, JD. After all, I'm supposed to be an unstable man, right? With my drinking issues, well.....you claim to know what alcohol does to people. Perhaps I'll give you a beating that's reminiscent of your own childhood. Nothing better then reliving the glory days.
Everyone will be singing "Your name is Luka! You lived up on the second floor! I think we saw him before. I think he walked into the door again." JD, you're going to get a beating that so horrible, so atrocious, Suzanne Vega will have to right a song about you. Probably won't be as perky. Pretty hard to make your destruction sound cheerful.
Let me give you a friendly piece of advice, JD. Don't play a pair of Aces with a pair of eights. That's a Dead Man's Hand. There's a reason why the hand has that nickname. You'll find out when I get to the IWC Arena, tomorrow. Until then, I'm celebrating my victory over you early.
Gambler leaves the trainer's room as the scene fades out.
Trainer
Your shoulder is going to be bruised for quite awhile. Nothing broken, as near as we can tell. X-rays don't indicate anything's broken. Just go easy on the shoulder and you'll be fine.
Gambler
I shouldn't have much of a problem with that. I'm only facing a punk kid, tomorrow. I only need one good shoulder to give him the whoopin' of a lifetime.
Trainer
You're clear to take off whenever you feel like. We'll give you a small prescription for Tylenol with Codeine, just to take the edge off the pain.
The trainer leaves a prescription with Gambler, who tries moving his shoulder around. Gambler grimices in pain.
Gambler
So, I'm never was, right JD? Way too old to still get the job done, huh? What little you know about me, JD. You don't know me as much as you'd like to think.
What you're dealing with, Mr. Pearce.....and I use Mister lightly here.....is a former champion. Everywhere I've ever been, I've held championship gold. The last promotion I was active in, I was a three time United States Champion. I've been a challenger for every title that any given promotion's ever had.
I've forgotten more about this business then you'll ever learn, JD. I've wrestled circles around many wrestlers, all while spending my time shitfaced. I've completely buried wrestlers like you, who've had this "wasting my time" attitude.
You want to take the TapOut Championship? You have to go through me, first. Let's see just how badly you want the title after I've snapped a leg, busted a rib or popped an eye out of it's socket.
While I'm thinking of it, perhaps you'd be smart to not rock the boat to much, JD. After all, I'm supposed to be an unstable man, right? With my drinking issues, well.....you claim to know what alcohol does to people. Perhaps I'll give you a beating that's reminiscent of your own childhood. Nothing better then reliving the glory days.
Everyone will be singing "Your name is Luka! You lived up on the second floor! I think we saw him before. I think he walked into the door again." JD, you're going to get a beating that so horrible, so atrocious, Suzanne Vega will have to right a song about you. Probably won't be as perky. Pretty hard to make your destruction sound cheerful.
Let me give you a friendly piece of advice, JD. Don't play a pair of Aces with a pair of eights. That's a Dead Man's Hand. There's a reason why the hand has that nickname. You'll find out when I get to the IWC Arena, tomorrow. Until then, I'm celebrating my victory over you early.
Gambler leaves the trainer's room as the scene fades out.
