Post by Sin City Saint on Aug 3, 2005 0:04:43 GMT -5
From inside 28th floor hotel room in Caesar's Palace. The room is throttled in empty pizza boxes, crushed beer cans, wet towels and a half eaten birthday cake that used to read "Happy Birthday, You Whore!" The television is running. An infomercial regarding a thigh master being promoted by Sally Struthers appears. A comforter is scattered at the foot of the bed, as the rustled sheets have been pulled from underneath the mattress and are wrapped around The Sin City Saint. The curtains have been drawn, to block the sun from creeping in. Still the day is half over, as the alarm clock on the night stand reads 2:44 pm. A knock is heard at the door. The Sin City Saint continues his slumber and moments later another knock is heard at the door. This knock a little more forceful, thus awakening Saint. His eyes open in a shuddery fashion. He wipes away some of the sleep junk out of his eyes. He lifts the alarm clock to eye level and notices the time. He slides his legs to the side of the bed and places his feet down. Saint shakes his head and feels a cool wetness below his feet. He looks down and notices his right foot is standing on a slice of pizza. Some of sauce has coated the heel of Saint's right foot. Another forceful knock is heard and Saint begrudgingly acknowledges it. He stands up, scratching his balls. Dressed in only a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, Saint walks to the door. He grabs a semi wet towel off the floor and hops to the door. He opens the door and the bellman is standing on the other side. Saint leans down and wipes the pizza sauce from his heel, as the bellman hands him an envelope. The bellman extends his hand towards Saint, as to ask for a tip. Saint stands back up, taking the envelope and looking at the bellman's hand. For a moment he thinks. The Sin City Saint takes the wet, sauced cover towel and hands it to the bellman. He shuts the door and turns around, walking towards his bed.
[The Sin City Saint] Valor? What's Valor?
Saint opens the envelope, by sliding his finger through the flap. He reaches in and examines his the paper. It is a Valor Wrestling Alliance Paycheck. A brief synopsis concerning the name change is included.
[The Sin City Saint] If Steven Lynch spent more of his money on bringing in new talent and less on name changes, there might be some stiffer competition for The Sin City Saint.
The Sin City Saint smiles and flashes a big thumbs up to the camera.
[The Sin City Saint] My plan is coming full steam ahead. Last Sunday, Eric Hardcastle, Brandon Bailey......the entire world saw the next part of my plan unveil. You didn't really think I was about to take the world on, all by my lonesome. So I decided to do a little fact gathering. A little fact gathering into the past of Brandon Bailey. Brandon, you're life has been scattered all over the internet, like some major soap opera twist. Every spec and dirt has been casted from sites and dirt sheets, to message boards and the like. So I found an old partner of yours......Gage Creed. One phone call later, he was on a plane to Milwaukee. Milwaukee.....what a cesspool and pollution. Mean Mike Patrick was right....the people's taste is as watered down as the damn beer.
The Sin City Saint stands up from his bed and walks over to the table and two chairs in the corner of the room. He takes a seat in one of the chairs. He reaches over to a half drunken can of beer and takes a drink.
[The Sin City Saint] Bailey, you and Hardcastle have been laid out by the end of the night for three straight weeks at the hands of yours truly. And poor, poor Brittney seems to be so frightened. She seems so scared. Poor girl. Honey, maybe you should stay home and bake some brownies or something. Isn't an episode of Dr. Phil calling for you? Heh...heh. This Sunday is a new week. Its a big week and a big Sunday. This Sunday starts the second round of the World title Tournament. The same tournament that The Sin City Saint ain't plann' to come in second place. In the second round, I face Saku. The same Saku who had trouble with some little twerp who couldn't cut it in Ring of.....err...Valor or whatever you want to call it this week. He couldn't handle it, so he cut and run. That's the same guy that Saku barely snuck by. Me, on the other hand. Well, I dropped Pj Money quicker than Brittney Spears divorced whats his face. On Slam, The Sin City Saint will take his next step towards destiny. Towards the fate that has been written in all the proverbs. This title will not be yours Saku. No. This title will not Brandon Bailey's or Eric Hardcastle's. We are down to four, boys. The final four. And the final four will usually have one Cinderella. Guess what, Saku? YOU'RE IT! Welcome to the dance, chump. Too bad the dream of the ball comes to an end for you this Sunday. Come bell time, you're gonna turn into a pumpkin and there will be no handsome prince to take you home. No prince, just me. Bring all you got, including that glass slipper Cinderella, cuz The Sin City Saint is marching his way straight to Summer Sizzler and straight to the VWA World Heavyweight Title. And that my friends is.........Saint's Honor!
The Sin City Saint tosses the beer can at the cameraman. What left in the beer can, splashes on the lens and creates a fog like atmosphere. Fade to black
[The Sin City Saint] Valor? What's Valor?
Saint opens the envelope, by sliding his finger through the flap. He reaches in and examines his the paper. It is a Valor Wrestling Alliance Paycheck. A brief synopsis concerning the name change is included.
[The Sin City Saint] If Steven Lynch spent more of his money on bringing in new talent and less on name changes, there might be some stiffer competition for The Sin City Saint.
The Sin City Saint smiles and flashes a big thumbs up to the camera.
[The Sin City Saint] My plan is coming full steam ahead. Last Sunday, Eric Hardcastle, Brandon Bailey......the entire world saw the next part of my plan unveil. You didn't really think I was about to take the world on, all by my lonesome. So I decided to do a little fact gathering. A little fact gathering into the past of Brandon Bailey. Brandon, you're life has been scattered all over the internet, like some major soap opera twist. Every spec and dirt has been casted from sites and dirt sheets, to message boards and the like. So I found an old partner of yours......Gage Creed. One phone call later, he was on a plane to Milwaukee. Milwaukee.....what a cesspool and pollution. Mean Mike Patrick was right....the people's taste is as watered down as the damn beer.
The Sin City Saint stands up from his bed and walks over to the table and two chairs in the corner of the room. He takes a seat in one of the chairs. He reaches over to a half drunken can of beer and takes a drink.
[The Sin City Saint] Bailey, you and Hardcastle have been laid out by the end of the night for three straight weeks at the hands of yours truly. And poor, poor Brittney seems to be so frightened. She seems so scared. Poor girl. Honey, maybe you should stay home and bake some brownies or something. Isn't an episode of Dr. Phil calling for you? Heh...heh. This Sunday is a new week. Its a big week and a big Sunday. This Sunday starts the second round of the World title Tournament. The same tournament that The Sin City Saint ain't plann' to come in second place. In the second round, I face Saku. The same Saku who had trouble with some little twerp who couldn't cut it in Ring of.....err...Valor or whatever you want to call it this week. He couldn't handle it, so he cut and run. That's the same guy that Saku barely snuck by. Me, on the other hand. Well, I dropped Pj Money quicker than Brittney Spears divorced whats his face. On Slam, The Sin City Saint will take his next step towards destiny. Towards the fate that has been written in all the proverbs. This title will not be yours Saku. No. This title will not Brandon Bailey's or Eric Hardcastle's. We are down to four, boys. The final four. And the final four will usually have one Cinderella. Guess what, Saku? YOU'RE IT! Welcome to the dance, chump. Too bad the dream of the ball comes to an end for you this Sunday. Come bell time, you're gonna turn into a pumpkin and there will be no handsome prince to take you home. No prince, just me. Bring all you got, including that glass slipper Cinderella, cuz The Sin City Saint is marching his way straight to Summer Sizzler and straight to the VWA World Heavyweight Title. And that my friends is.........Saint's Honor!
The Sin City Saint tosses the beer can at the cameraman. What left in the beer can, splashes on the lens and creates a fog like atmosphere. Fade to black
Freaky! 
LOL! Oh and by the way...Only I can talk about Fate and Destiny in this fed 
LOL!