Post by JD Pierce on Jan 31, 2011 10:35:52 GMT -4
* As the scene cuts in JD Pierce can be seen arriving at the arena, draping a duffel bag over his shoulder he slams the trunk of his car closed. He turns away from his car and begins heading towards the garage entrance of the arena, as he approaches the double doors they suddenly swing open a cameraman makes his way through followed by the microphone wielding Jack Spade. Spade rushes over towards JD as he approaches the doors. *
Jack Spade: Mr. Pierce, can we please get some comments from you regarding the latest statements made by the Gambler regarding your match with him tonight?
JD Pierce: Good to meet you too… who exactly are you?
Spade: Oh my apologies, my name is Jack Spade, I'm the interviewer here for IWC.
* JD quirks an eyebrow at the IWC employee. *
Pierce: … Spade huh?.. Interesting name…
* Jack looks back at JD a little dumbfounded. *
Pierce: I find myself in a match against a guy named Gambler and the first person who approaches me on my big night just happens to carry the surname “Spade”.
* Jack backs up slightly, looking almost offended by JD’s comment. *
Spade: I can assure you that I am in no way affiliated with that man. I've done far better things with my career than to be associated with such a miscreant. While he was boozing it up I was enjoying the lifestyle of a living hardcore legend.
* JD settles down a bit, a smug look somewhat taking over his face. *
Pierce: Well it’s good to see that I'm not the one who views this can’t hack it fool as a waste of time, space and sperm. I have many more important things I could be doing with my time that involve a lot more work and personal satisfaction and I wouldn’t even have to leave my bedroom.
Spade: So it would be fair to assume that you don’t exactly think very highly of your opponent .
Pierce: I would consider that a bit of an understatement. The guy is a complete jackass, talking about “dead man’s hand” the guy doesn’t even know my game of choice. I'm a blackjack guy, 9 times out of 10 pair of eights beats the dealers aces. You see, I split the eights, pay the extra to play it as two hands, get my second cards for the hands, if I draw a two or three its time to double down, on a nine, ten of face card I stand. Dealer is forced to hit on the aces, can’t split ‘em. Play the odds, most of the time he’s going to bust, now you just lost at your own game Gambler, that didn’t exactly go according to plan now did it buddy?.. no didn’t think so…
Spade: Seems like you fancy yourself quite the card player.
Pierce: I dabble here and there. Nothing too extravagant, I just take care of business, it’s how I like to do things. No frills, actions speaking louder than words. It’s the only proper way to accomplish things, talk is and always will be cheap. I’ve always been advised to let my skills speak for themselves, that will be showcased tonight and this house will rock. The Gambler is years past his prime, hell, at this point he’s years past his expiration, it’s time to send the old boy out back and put him out of his misery.
Spade: You know JD, the Gambler did make some discerning remarks regarding your troubled childhood.
* JD cringes at the words as they escape Jack’s lips. *
Spade: He has obviously taken a bit of an interest in your past. How have his tactics affected your mentality going into tonight’s contest?
Pierce: Yeah, he has obviously gone out and done his homework on me… the little bit that there is to find, and that’s primarily what I expected from him, he’d have to be stupid to go into this match completely blind, but I thought maybe he would stand firm to his name and take it as a true gamble, guess he isn’t as ballsy as his name suggests. So yes… he touched on my tormented childhood, boo-hoo. I could just as easily touch on his tormented adulthood or his tragic excuse for a career, at least those things he is guilty of having control over, if the best you can do is prey on the innocence of a dark childhood and poke fun at the helpless child I'd have to consider you more of a jerkoff than anything else. So now you’ve fueled the fire, you’ve riled me up, don’t worry though, I was taught very well of the mental-ism these games involve, I know well enough not to let you get inside my head or to let my emotions take control of my in-ring action. So the only way he has affected my mentality going into tonight is that I'm going to take a much greater pride in kicking his head around, I've seen what I need to see as well, injured shoulder… just days before a big match, that’s definitely a nice observation that I plan to harp on and when it’s all said and done, I know that will be your excuse “Oh my shoulder was hurt and he took advantage of that, he wouldn’t have won if I was at one-hundred percent”. I can smell that coming my way now, but just because I would capitalize on your injury doesn’t make me less of a man or a poor wrestler, quite the contrary, it makes me the clever one, it makes me the opportunist because if the shoe was on the other foot you would take the same advantage. Why waste a lot of time and energy on you if I can just use the obvious focal points and move up the ladder and get on with my goal of tasting championship gold.
Spade: Well JD I definitely feel like you have more than prepared yourself for this match tonight.
Pierce: I've been preparing for tonight since I was a little boy watching my heroes do this on television, following all of the little aspects of feuds back and forth, hoping one day I'd be the one going out there and entertaining the fans in such a way, paying close attention first hand to the intricate things and tonight all of those dreams will be realized, they will become an actuality and the playing field of this company will forever change. Start counting the minutes Gambie’ old buddy old pal, tonight marks the final decline for you, the lights will shine in a new way… tonight you become the first casualty of the Kamikaze Revolution.
* JD pushes past Jack Spade and makes his way into the hallways of the backstage area, disappearing around a corner. *
Jack Spade: Mr. Pierce, can we please get some comments from you regarding the latest statements made by the Gambler regarding your match with him tonight?
JD Pierce: Good to meet you too… who exactly are you?
Spade: Oh my apologies, my name is Jack Spade, I'm the interviewer here for IWC.
* JD quirks an eyebrow at the IWC employee. *
Pierce: … Spade huh?.. Interesting name…
* Jack looks back at JD a little dumbfounded. *
Pierce: I find myself in a match against a guy named Gambler and the first person who approaches me on my big night just happens to carry the surname “Spade”.
* Jack backs up slightly, looking almost offended by JD’s comment. *
Spade: I can assure you that I am in no way affiliated with that man. I've done far better things with my career than to be associated with such a miscreant. While he was boozing it up I was enjoying the lifestyle of a living hardcore legend.
* JD settles down a bit, a smug look somewhat taking over his face. *
Pierce: Well it’s good to see that I'm not the one who views this can’t hack it fool as a waste of time, space and sperm. I have many more important things I could be doing with my time that involve a lot more work and personal satisfaction and I wouldn’t even have to leave my bedroom.
Spade: So it would be fair to assume that you don’t exactly think very highly of your opponent .
Pierce: I would consider that a bit of an understatement. The guy is a complete jackass, talking about “dead man’s hand” the guy doesn’t even know my game of choice. I'm a blackjack guy, 9 times out of 10 pair of eights beats the dealers aces. You see, I split the eights, pay the extra to play it as two hands, get my second cards for the hands, if I draw a two or three its time to double down, on a nine, ten of face card I stand. Dealer is forced to hit on the aces, can’t split ‘em. Play the odds, most of the time he’s going to bust, now you just lost at your own game Gambler, that didn’t exactly go according to plan now did it buddy?.. no didn’t think so…
Spade: Seems like you fancy yourself quite the card player.
Pierce: I dabble here and there. Nothing too extravagant, I just take care of business, it’s how I like to do things. No frills, actions speaking louder than words. It’s the only proper way to accomplish things, talk is and always will be cheap. I’ve always been advised to let my skills speak for themselves, that will be showcased tonight and this house will rock. The Gambler is years past his prime, hell, at this point he’s years past his expiration, it’s time to send the old boy out back and put him out of his misery.
Spade: You know JD, the Gambler did make some discerning remarks regarding your troubled childhood.
* JD cringes at the words as they escape Jack’s lips. *
Spade: He has obviously taken a bit of an interest in your past. How have his tactics affected your mentality going into tonight’s contest?
Pierce: Yeah, he has obviously gone out and done his homework on me… the little bit that there is to find, and that’s primarily what I expected from him, he’d have to be stupid to go into this match completely blind, but I thought maybe he would stand firm to his name and take it as a true gamble, guess he isn’t as ballsy as his name suggests. So yes… he touched on my tormented childhood, boo-hoo. I could just as easily touch on his tormented adulthood or his tragic excuse for a career, at least those things he is guilty of having control over, if the best you can do is prey on the innocence of a dark childhood and poke fun at the helpless child I'd have to consider you more of a jerkoff than anything else. So now you’ve fueled the fire, you’ve riled me up, don’t worry though, I was taught very well of the mental-ism these games involve, I know well enough not to let you get inside my head or to let my emotions take control of my in-ring action. So the only way he has affected my mentality going into tonight is that I'm going to take a much greater pride in kicking his head around, I've seen what I need to see as well, injured shoulder… just days before a big match, that’s definitely a nice observation that I plan to harp on and when it’s all said and done, I know that will be your excuse “Oh my shoulder was hurt and he took advantage of that, he wouldn’t have won if I was at one-hundred percent”. I can smell that coming my way now, but just because I would capitalize on your injury doesn’t make me less of a man or a poor wrestler, quite the contrary, it makes me the clever one, it makes me the opportunist because if the shoe was on the other foot you would take the same advantage. Why waste a lot of time and energy on you if I can just use the obvious focal points and move up the ladder and get on with my goal of tasting championship gold.
Spade: Well JD I definitely feel like you have more than prepared yourself for this match tonight.
Pierce: I've been preparing for tonight since I was a little boy watching my heroes do this on television, following all of the little aspects of feuds back and forth, hoping one day I'd be the one going out there and entertaining the fans in such a way, paying close attention first hand to the intricate things and tonight all of those dreams will be realized, they will become an actuality and the playing field of this company will forever change. Start counting the minutes Gambie’ old buddy old pal, tonight marks the final decline for you, the lights will shine in a new way… tonight you become the first casualty of the Kamikaze Revolution.
* JD pushes past Jack Spade and makes his way into the hallways of the backstage area, disappearing around a corner. *
