Post by Sin City Saint on Sept 19, 2005 15:28:09 GMT -5
From the bright lights and busy walkways of Las Vegas, Nevada, hotels, strip clubs, restuarants and night clubs adorn the strip. Sin City, appropriately named, lies out in the desert of Nevada. As the evening dawns, and the busy walkways become even more cluttered with tourists and street side merchants, one high stakes gambler stands outside Trump Taj Mahal. His hair, as unkempt as usual, he holds in his hands a multi colored lollipop. He extends his tongue and licks the edge and smiles.
[Sin City Saint] Candy is sweet. Sweet like a child's innocence. Stolen, like a sleeping newborn in the night. The sweetness of this lollipop will not compare to the sweetness, which will be bestowed upon me this Sunday. For I, The Sin City Saint, have the opportunity to become champion. Champion of North America, more specifically. Title matches come few and far between.
Saint takes another lick and begins to walk down the strip. A large waste basket sits on the strip and The Sin City Saint tosses the lollipop into the trash.
[Sin City Saint] Away it goes. Thrown out, like an old shoe. Creeper, you are the old shoe. For you are the one that has come to Valor and dominated like no one of recent memory. Yet, your impressive streak will fall at the hands of The Sin City Saint. This past Sunday, I sent a message through you're little girl, Creeper. The Sin City Saint takes what The Sin City Saint wants. And like that sweet little candy lollipop.........I take the North American Championship.
The Sin City Saint comes upon a man dressed in a tan trench coat and wearing a bugle hat. He whispers to man wearing a Chicago Bears jacket. The man explains odds and how one can make a lot of money with the right bet. 25,000 to 1 explains the man in the hat. Thats the odds on the Bears winning the Super Bowl this year. A bet of $1 will win you $25,000 if the Bears win it.
[Sin City Saint] Odds. A gambler's "burning bush". On one hand, odds tell you the right call, based on statistical data. On the other, your gut might be telling you to go in a different direction. What do you do? Can the Bears actually win the Super Bowl? Or is it but a waste of your dollar? And why you may think its just a dollar......so do 100,000 other people. Why do you think these hotel owners are some of the richest tycoons acrosss the world? Why do you think Sin City is full of gourmet restuarants that are willing to let you dine for measely pennies? Odds. Simply odds. So the burning question is Creeper, what exactly are the odds? What are the odds that The Sin City Saint walks out of Valor Before Glory as the new North American Champion? The answer is.....not very good. I know the wrestling community has me as a huge underdog. Creeper stands almost 7 foot. He weighs well over 300lbs. I do not compare to his stature. The odds are stacked against me. Stacked against me for even survival. Yet, it can happen. It will happen. As I stated before, odds are a gambler's "burning bush". While it might provide direction based on statistical data, it isn't always right. My gut says I will walk out of Valor Before Glory as the new North American Champion. Place your bet Creeper. Place your bet. The Sin City Saint will take down the point and take the North American Championship. And that's.............Saint's Honor!
The Sin City Saint hands the man in the trench coat a dollar bill, betting on the Bears. He turns and walks into the night club to get something to drink. Poised and steady, The Sin City Saint is ready to finally achieve greatness. He is ready to win the North American Title.
[Sin City Saint] Candy is sweet. Sweet like a child's innocence. Stolen, like a sleeping newborn in the night. The sweetness of this lollipop will not compare to the sweetness, which will be bestowed upon me this Sunday. For I, The Sin City Saint, have the opportunity to become champion. Champion of North America, more specifically. Title matches come few and far between.
Saint takes another lick and begins to walk down the strip. A large waste basket sits on the strip and The Sin City Saint tosses the lollipop into the trash.
[Sin City Saint] Away it goes. Thrown out, like an old shoe. Creeper, you are the old shoe. For you are the one that has come to Valor and dominated like no one of recent memory. Yet, your impressive streak will fall at the hands of The Sin City Saint. This past Sunday, I sent a message through you're little girl, Creeper. The Sin City Saint takes what The Sin City Saint wants. And like that sweet little candy lollipop.........I take the North American Championship.
The Sin City Saint comes upon a man dressed in a tan trench coat and wearing a bugle hat. He whispers to man wearing a Chicago Bears jacket. The man explains odds and how one can make a lot of money with the right bet. 25,000 to 1 explains the man in the hat. Thats the odds on the Bears winning the Super Bowl this year. A bet of $1 will win you $25,000 if the Bears win it.
[Sin City Saint] Odds. A gambler's "burning bush". On one hand, odds tell you the right call, based on statistical data. On the other, your gut might be telling you to go in a different direction. What do you do? Can the Bears actually win the Super Bowl? Or is it but a waste of your dollar? And why you may think its just a dollar......so do 100,000 other people. Why do you think these hotel owners are some of the richest tycoons acrosss the world? Why do you think Sin City is full of gourmet restuarants that are willing to let you dine for measely pennies? Odds. Simply odds. So the burning question is Creeper, what exactly are the odds? What are the odds that The Sin City Saint walks out of Valor Before Glory as the new North American Champion? The answer is.....not very good. I know the wrestling community has me as a huge underdog. Creeper stands almost 7 foot. He weighs well over 300lbs. I do not compare to his stature. The odds are stacked against me. Stacked against me for even survival. Yet, it can happen. It will happen. As I stated before, odds are a gambler's "burning bush". While it might provide direction based on statistical data, it isn't always right. My gut says I will walk out of Valor Before Glory as the new North American Champion. Place your bet Creeper. Place your bet. The Sin City Saint will take down the point and take the North American Championship. And that's.............Saint's Honor!
The Sin City Saint hands the man in the trench coat a dollar bill, betting on the Bears. He turns and walks into the night club to get something to drink. Poised and steady, The Sin City Saint is ready to finally achieve greatness. He is ready to win the North American Title.
