Post by Sin City Saint on Aug 6, 2005 16:37:44 GMT -5
From inside his 28th floor hotel room at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas. There is a packed bag seated on the foot of a disheveled bed. Most of the sheets are hung over the side of the bed, towards the floor. The 32" RCA television is on and a promo from Saku can be heard echoing in the background. Seated in a wooden chair in a black Full Tilt tshirt is The Sin City Saint. He is leaning back in the chair with a bag of Frito's in his hands. As he shoveling handfuls of the corn chips to his mouth, the look on his face grows from irritation to anger. As the promo concludes, The Sin City Saint leaps from his chair. He tosses the half full bag of Frito's across the room, as corn chips scatter amongst the growing mess. Saint walks towards the television, yanking it out from the entertainment unit and throwing it down to the floor. The set makes a large thump, as it bounces once, landing on its back.
[Sin City Saint] Pay my dues?! Pay MY DUES?! Who the hell are you to judge me? Who are you to stand before the world, screaming from the biggest mountain how The Sin City Saint has not paid his dues. You talk about me, like you know me. You don't know me. You don't have clue one. Not clue one on who the hell The Sin City Saint is!
The Sin City Saint is very upset. His outpouring of anger is causing a vein in his forehead to expand and become very visible.
[Sin City Saint] I have worked in every hee haw barn from south Texas to eastern Montana. I have traveled all along this country working every bar and shit hole dive, I could find work at. I have worked bars, dives, elementary school gymnasium, VFW, outside, inside....you name it!! I have more than paid my dues. I have busted my ass all across this country. All across Canada and Mexico. I have wrestled in Europe and in Asia. I have done and seen it all the crap that this sport shits out! And you have the audacity to sit there and scream from deep within your lungs that The Sin City Saint hasn't paid his dues. I paid my dues and yours. I was never given anything, as you so so eloquently put it. I have had to bust my add my day one. From the first day that wrestling school's turned me away, because I didn't have the look that a guy like Saku has. A good looking guy, who is in great shape. Real marketable. I starved on the indy road for years before the VWA picked me up. I ate tuna fish out of a can, sitting in an 86 Volkswagen with no heat in the middle of the dead of winter up in Canada! Given? The only thing I was given was an ass whoopn for the first 3 years on the road, cuz I was a stupid shit, who didn't know better. I was kid starving to catch a break. Well, I got my break. I got the break I needed and I am in VWA. And I will be damned, if I am going to let some spoiled punk like you try and take it from me.
The Sin City Saint balls his hands up into a fist. He stares directly at the camera and then looks down at the fallen television. He takes his right leg and lifts it, smashing it through the television screen.
[Sin City Saint]The time for talking is done, Saku. You rambled about Las Vegas, the city I love. The city I call home to. You talk about how there is no religion here. You talk about how I am self proclaimed religious figure in a city without religion. I AM GOD DAMNED RELIGION!!! ME!!! You look for an excuse to sit there and talk shit about this city. Talking about how sins have over run the goodness? Have you ever been to Las Vegas, Cinderella?! Have you?! There is no goodness here. Sure, tourists come into town, dump their money and then head home. Why?! Because this city has no goodness. Never has and never will. Sins are like nickel slots....every casino has about a thousand of them, scattered all over.
The Sin City Saint lifts his leg from the shattered glass tube of the television. He walks over to the bed and grabs his bag. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing his hotel key and begins to head for the door.
[Sin City Saint] My flight leaves in an hour. I am headed for Oklahoma to claim my destiny. My destiny at your expense. Tomorrow night at Slam, I am going to claim that destiny. But since you said you had no respect for me. Tomorrow night, I am going to beat it out of you. After the 1,2,3 tomorrow night, when my hand is raised and your nothing more than the shell of a beaten man.....you will shake my hand!! You will respect me. I leave my luck in Las Vegas. Tomorrow night, I bring my skill to the ring and take the respect that I deserve from you. And that's.....Saint's Honor.
The Sin City Saint opens the door to his hotel room and exits the room. Saint slams the door behind him, as the screen goes to black.
[Sin City Saint] Pay my dues?! Pay MY DUES?! Who the hell are you to judge me? Who are you to stand before the world, screaming from the biggest mountain how The Sin City Saint has not paid his dues. You talk about me, like you know me. You don't know me. You don't have clue one. Not clue one on who the hell The Sin City Saint is!
The Sin City Saint is very upset. His outpouring of anger is causing a vein in his forehead to expand and become very visible.
[Sin City Saint] I have worked in every hee haw barn from south Texas to eastern Montana. I have traveled all along this country working every bar and shit hole dive, I could find work at. I have worked bars, dives, elementary school gymnasium, VFW, outside, inside....you name it!! I have more than paid my dues. I have busted my ass all across this country. All across Canada and Mexico. I have wrestled in Europe and in Asia. I have done and seen it all the crap that this sport shits out! And you have the audacity to sit there and scream from deep within your lungs that The Sin City Saint hasn't paid his dues. I paid my dues and yours. I was never given anything, as you so so eloquently put it. I have had to bust my add my day one. From the first day that wrestling school's turned me away, because I didn't have the look that a guy like Saku has. A good looking guy, who is in great shape. Real marketable. I starved on the indy road for years before the VWA picked me up. I ate tuna fish out of a can, sitting in an 86 Volkswagen with no heat in the middle of the dead of winter up in Canada! Given? The only thing I was given was an ass whoopn for the first 3 years on the road, cuz I was a stupid shit, who didn't know better. I was kid starving to catch a break. Well, I got my break. I got the break I needed and I am in VWA. And I will be damned, if I am going to let some spoiled punk like you try and take it from me.
The Sin City Saint balls his hands up into a fist. He stares directly at the camera and then looks down at the fallen television. He takes his right leg and lifts it, smashing it through the television screen.
[Sin City Saint]The time for talking is done, Saku. You rambled about Las Vegas, the city I love. The city I call home to. You talk about how there is no religion here. You talk about how I am self proclaimed religious figure in a city without religion. I AM GOD DAMNED RELIGION!!! ME!!! You look for an excuse to sit there and talk shit about this city. Talking about how sins have over run the goodness? Have you ever been to Las Vegas, Cinderella?! Have you?! There is no goodness here. Sure, tourists come into town, dump their money and then head home. Why?! Because this city has no goodness. Never has and never will. Sins are like nickel slots....every casino has about a thousand of them, scattered all over.
The Sin City Saint lifts his leg from the shattered glass tube of the television. He walks over to the bed and grabs his bag. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing his hotel key and begins to head for the door.
[Sin City Saint] My flight leaves in an hour. I am headed for Oklahoma to claim my destiny. My destiny at your expense. Tomorrow night at Slam, I am going to claim that destiny. But since you said you had no respect for me. Tomorrow night, I am going to beat it out of you. After the 1,2,3 tomorrow night, when my hand is raised and your nothing more than the shell of a beaten man.....you will shake my hand!! You will respect me. I leave my luck in Las Vegas. Tomorrow night, I bring my skill to the ring and take the respect that I deserve from you. And that's.....Saint's Honor.
The Sin City Saint opens the door to his hotel room and exits the room. Saint slams the door behind him, as the screen goes to black.
