Post by Sin City Saint on Jul 13, 2005 16:01:31 GMT -5
The night is dawning. The clock strikes at the eleventh hour. Sitting in the high stakes area alone, is The Sin City Saint Eddie Towne. A mess of chips lays in front of him,
as he has cleared the table and will be taking home a substantial winning. Dressed in a tshirt and jeans, Towne begins stacking his chips. He brushes the long blonde hair from his face and covers his mouth, as he coughs.
[Sin City Saint] People once believed that history has a tendency to repeat itself. Used to being the key word. World has changed. Beliefs have changed. I have spent the better part of the week studying tapes. Studying video tape, after videotape of my opponent this week. Fast forward, rewind. Fast forward, rewind. That's been my life for the last few days. I've even spoken to some of the people have had an opportunity to step into the ring with Brandon Bailey. And they told me that when you step into the ring with Brandon Bailey and the dust settles, a little piece of your essence is gone. Its almost like he takes a little piece of it. A little piece of that desire to be a professional wrestler. A little piece of what made you step into the ring and why you wanted to become a professional wrestler. They even say that Brandon Bailey would make a hell of a poker player. Reason being.....Bailey gives nothing away. You never know where he's coming from.
Eddie Towne has 4 stacks in front of him. Each stack contains a thousand dollars. He continues to stack the chips in front of him, as a pit boss over looks him from the corner of the room.
[Sin City Saint] Brandon Bailey is one of the most technically sound wrestlers in the business today, perhaps of all time. I ain't no rookie, Bailey. You talk about Chicago and how thats where you were born and raised. You keep stepping towards The Sin City Saint, I'll make sure you're buried there.
Towne finishes stacking his chips and places them in the chip holder. The pit boss begins to walk towards him, as The Sin City Saint shakes his head no.
[Sin City Saint] Brandon Bailey, you laid down the challenge on The All Wrestling Channel. You laid down a challenge for anyone.....ANYONE to come and try and stop you. Let me be the first to ACCEPT! This Sunday, I step into the ring with the measuring stick of this business. I step into the ring with the Moses of Wrestling. Hey Moses, try not to get lost in the desert this time. There'll be no burning bush to help you find your way.
Eddie signals to the pit boss to come on over. The pit boss will escort Eddie to the teller window and vouch that he won his chips in play. The pit boss comes walking towards Eddie.
[Sin City Saint] Sunday draws near, Brandon Bailey. Sunday draws near. You better hope your tiny pair holds against my drawing hand. Or you might just find yourself on tilt! Saint's Honor!
The pit boss stands next to Eddie, as Town stands to his feet. They begin walking out of the high stakes area and heading for the teller.
as he has cleared the table and will be taking home a substantial winning. Dressed in a tshirt and jeans, Towne begins stacking his chips. He brushes the long blonde hair from his face and covers his mouth, as he coughs.
[Sin City Saint] People once believed that history has a tendency to repeat itself. Used to being the key word. World has changed. Beliefs have changed. I have spent the better part of the week studying tapes. Studying video tape, after videotape of my opponent this week. Fast forward, rewind. Fast forward, rewind. That's been my life for the last few days. I've even spoken to some of the people have had an opportunity to step into the ring with Brandon Bailey. And they told me that when you step into the ring with Brandon Bailey and the dust settles, a little piece of your essence is gone. Its almost like he takes a little piece of it. A little piece of that desire to be a professional wrestler. A little piece of what made you step into the ring and why you wanted to become a professional wrestler. They even say that Brandon Bailey would make a hell of a poker player. Reason being.....Bailey gives nothing away. You never know where he's coming from.
Eddie Towne has 4 stacks in front of him. Each stack contains a thousand dollars. He continues to stack the chips in front of him, as a pit boss over looks him from the corner of the room.
[Sin City Saint] Brandon Bailey is one of the most technically sound wrestlers in the business today, perhaps of all time. I ain't no rookie, Bailey. You talk about Chicago and how thats where you were born and raised. You keep stepping towards The Sin City Saint, I'll make sure you're buried there.
Towne finishes stacking his chips and places them in the chip holder. The pit boss begins to walk towards him, as The Sin City Saint shakes his head no.
[Sin City Saint] Brandon Bailey, you laid down the challenge on The All Wrestling Channel. You laid down a challenge for anyone.....ANYONE to come and try and stop you. Let me be the first to ACCEPT! This Sunday, I step into the ring with the measuring stick of this business. I step into the ring with the Moses of Wrestling. Hey Moses, try not to get lost in the desert this time. There'll be no burning bush to help you find your way.
Eddie signals to the pit boss to come on over. The pit boss will escort Eddie to the teller window and vouch that he won his chips in play. The pit boss comes walking towards Eddie.
[Sin City Saint] Sunday draws near, Brandon Bailey. Sunday draws near. You better hope your tiny pair holds against my drawing hand. Or you might just find yourself on tilt! Saint's Honor!
The pit boss stands next to Eddie, as Town stands to his feet. They begin walking out of the high stakes area and heading for the teller.
