Post by JD Storm on Mar 22, 2011 23:43:31 GMT -4
Scene opens with the camera staring directly at a kitchen table. Five cards are thrown on the table, face up, revealing a Royal Flush. The camera moves up to see Gambler, looking like he hasn’t slept in about a week, celebrating the latest round of poker. The other gamblers are visibly ticked about their losses. After some grumbling, the group of takes off, leaving Gambler alone with his winnings.
Gambler
Don’t be afraid to come back when you have more money to give away, ladies. Just make sure to do it in the next couple of days.
Gambler goes to a mini-fridge, where he’s got some cold Budweiser’s stocked. He cracks the beer open and takes a casual drink.
Gambler
Might as well enjoy my meager earnings, while I can. I’ve got a much bigger wager to make on Sunday. Live, in Berkley, California, I make my second ever appearance at an APW Pay-Per-View. Like my last showing, I’ll be in an inter-promotional match of sorts. Ironically enough, I’m in yet another battle royal. Also serving some much needed irony is the fact that the winner has a lot to win. Instead of winning a half million smackers, I’ve got another title shot on the line.
What I wouldn’t give to have another shot at the IWC Championship. My last shot came in a four way elimination match at Massacre on 34th Street. James Chambers has been champion since that moment, with no serious challengers for his championship. All that it takes is for an IWC Misfit to win the battle royal. More specifically, this misfit. I’m the only one in the battle royal that can beat Chambers in a title match. I’m odds on favorite to beat him. The point spread is huge. Chambers has been avoiding me since Massacre, knowing that I could easily take a huge payday from beating him.
All I have to do is beat every single moron who’s involved in the APW vs. IWC battle royal. Won’t be as easy as taking money from the chumps I owned, earlier tonight, but it’s certainly not impossible. Like a good game of cards, all I really need is to bluff most of my opponents. If things look nasty, make sure to have a couple extra cards up my sleeve.
I’ll be holding my cards close to my chest in the battle royal. Any idiot can pull off an amazing win, if I’m not careful. Doesn’t matter if we’re talking Fire Dragon, Mordak Mortalis or anybody else. Now that I think of it, did I see Isamu Suzuki listed in the match? Suzuki? Damn, kid! I’ve got a new name for you, in case this one grows old. Next time, just call yourself “Toyota Kawasaki”. I used to own a Suzuki, a number of years ago. Nice car.
Just like that old Suzuki, I’ll be in the driver’s seat during the match. I won’t be hitting cruise control, either. It’ll be pedal to the metal. No stopping until everyone else is out of gas. At the current prices, I doubt any of you are willing to ante up for more. I’ll easily be able to cash my chips in and claim my prize. I’m putting everything on the line, gambling everything, just for another shot at the IWC Champion. Everything to gain and everything to lose. I don’t care what kind of hell, fire or brimstone I have to go through to earn the right to face Chambers one more time. That’s all I need is one shot against him.
The rest of you would be nothing more then a waste of a title shot, a foolish bet. I, on the other hand, am a sure bet. Never go against a sure bet. Only those who feel like throwing their money out the window of a moving car would make such a foolish move.
Chambers, you’re looking at your new #1 Contender. Bet on it!
Scene comes to a close as Gambler finishes off his beer.
Gambler
Don’t be afraid to come back when you have more money to give away, ladies. Just make sure to do it in the next couple of days.
Gambler goes to a mini-fridge, where he’s got some cold Budweiser’s stocked. He cracks the beer open and takes a casual drink.
Gambler
Might as well enjoy my meager earnings, while I can. I’ve got a much bigger wager to make on Sunday. Live, in Berkley, California, I make my second ever appearance at an APW Pay-Per-View. Like my last showing, I’ll be in an inter-promotional match of sorts. Ironically enough, I’m in yet another battle royal. Also serving some much needed irony is the fact that the winner has a lot to win. Instead of winning a half million smackers, I’ve got another title shot on the line.
What I wouldn’t give to have another shot at the IWC Championship. My last shot came in a four way elimination match at Massacre on 34th Street. James Chambers has been champion since that moment, with no serious challengers for his championship. All that it takes is for an IWC Misfit to win the battle royal. More specifically, this misfit. I’m the only one in the battle royal that can beat Chambers in a title match. I’m odds on favorite to beat him. The point spread is huge. Chambers has been avoiding me since Massacre, knowing that I could easily take a huge payday from beating him.
All I have to do is beat every single moron who’s involved in the APW vs. IWC battle royal. Won’t be as easy as taking money from the chumps I owned, earlier tonight, but it’s certainly not impossible. Like a good game of cards, all I really need is to bluff most of my opponents. If things look nasty, make sure to have a couple extra cards up my sleeve.
I’ll be holding my cards close to my chest in the battle royal. Any idiot can pull off an amazing win, if I’m not careful. Doesn’t matter if we’re talking Fire Dragon, Mordak Mortalis or anybody else. Now that I think of it, did I see Isamu Suzuki listed in the match? Suzuki? Damn, kid! I’ve got a new name for you, in case this one grows old. Next time, just call yourself “Toyota Kawasaki”. I used to own a Suzuki, a number of years ago. Nice car.
Just like that old Suzuki, I’ll be in the driver’s seat during the match. I won’t be hitting cruise control, either. It’ll be pedal to the metal. No stopping until everyone else is out of gas. At the current prices, I doubt any of you are willing to ante up for more. I’ll easily be able to cash my chips in and claim my prize. I’m putting everything on the line, gambling everything, just for another shot at the IWC Champion. Everything to gain and everything to lose. I don’t care what kind of hell, fire or brimstone I have to go through to earn the right to face Chambers one more time. That’s all I need is one shot against him.
The rest of you would be nothing more then a waste of a title shot, a foolish bet. I, on the other hand, am a sure bet. Never go against a sure bet. Only those who feel like throwing their money out the window of a moving car would make such a foolish move.
Chambers, you’re looking at your new #1 Contender. Bet on it!
Scene comes to a close as Gambler finishes off his beer.
