Post by sakukoivu on Aug 6, 2005 11:48:32 GMT -5
We fade open and find ourselves in a small room. While there are no lights on in the room, moonlight shines in through an open window, revealing several dark structures, the furniture of a hotel room. We can hear a gentle breeze coming from the outside as we approach the window, its long dark curtains lightly flapping in the breeze. A dark figure is standing, staring out of the window. As we arrive at the window, we can see the moonlight illuminate the features of the figure’s face. Messy blonde hair covers the top of the man’s head, as he sports a slight frown as well as bloodshot eyes on his face. He unblinkingly stares, out of the window, down onto the street below. We do the same, interested in what he is seeing.
The street is dark and empty. In the distance we can see lights illuminated several blocks away, up in huge office buildings, helping those who could not finish on time. The moon is helped by the blaring streetlights located on every corner of the street. Underneath one, hopefully trying to absorb heat from the light is a mangy man, covered by newspaper. Garbage left in the street by those who used it in the day is blown around by the night breeze. Across from the window, a small black cat walks upon the sidewalk, eagerly looking for food, occasionally stopping to sniff garbage. For moments we watch the cat smell piles of garbage until it dejectedly moves on, having failed its task. Suddenly, the silence created by the night is broken, as the figure beside us begins to speak.
Saku: The night. My favorite time of the day. At night, you can see. You can see what others have done, you can see what still has to be done. You can look down on these roads and think. Think of all of those who used it, think of their differences, think of who they are and what they did. You see, the road is public. Everyone who desires can use it. Free of charge. Everyday, the poor and rich, the smart and the stupid share the road, forced to co-operate with the others who use it, no matter how much personalities conflict. Unable to do anything to those who are unworthy. Those who have not yet paid their dues to the road, those who have not made it better by adding a business, a building, a trash can, a feeling, those who have added nothing to the road. Everyday they must see these people and stand, idly by while they receive equal treatment while one party clearly deserves all the respect. This road, this is very much like a wrestling ring, and competitors like myself, and the Sin City Saint.
You see, I have worked, everyday of my life, from childhood to now to be where I am. I have been thrown down many times, given fatal blows, been held down, and yet always I kept getting up kept coming, much like those who have earned a fortune and earned their way onto the road. The Sin City Saint, however , did not earn his way onto the road. He came, taking hi natural American advantage that this country so graciously hands out to all of it’s citizens regardless of whether the have potential or not. The Sin City Saint was given his spot on the road having doing nothing to earn it. He has been given the opportunity to walk on the road that people like myself maintain. He has not earned it, yet a competitor that can barely open a card is held in the same regard as the future of this industry. The only difference is that unlike on that very road, I have the power to change that. I have the power to kick the Sin City Saint off of my road. Just like I kicked Ganador off the road, right into retirement from the VWA.
This is the World Heavyweight Championship tournament. This is what I have worked for my entire life, and I am two matches away from getting what I deserve. The Sin City Saint is one of two obstacles that stand in my way, a man that has no desire to hold the belt, a man that has no drive to be the best, and yet, he is telling me that I am the Cinderella of this tournament? Well, I’m not sure if you’ve been listening around the locker room Saint, but it might help if you did, because then you’d know that I am the heavy favorite to win the belt. But as for our match, I will forget all about the tournament, I will just focus on giving you deserve, because I know that when all is said and done, when the tournament is over, when the dust clears, I will be left holding the World Heavyweight Championship high above my head, and high above the broken bodies of those who tried to stop me.
Upon saying this, Saku retires from the window, moving across the room and flicking a light switch, turning on a small lamp beside an old couch. Saku proceeds to sit down on the couch and put his feet up the coffee table located in front of it. He picks up a pack of cards from the table and begins to shuffle them. Once done shuffling them, he deals himself five cards, as well as dealing five more cards to an imaginary friend sitting across the table. He picks up his cards with a smirk on his face. He then removes two cards from his hand and throws them on the table before drawing two new cards out of the deck. A smirk spreads across his face as he adds his two new cards to his hand. The smirk slowly escalates into a full fledged laugh, before it stops and Saku begins to speak once more.
Saku: You call yourself the “Sin City Saint.” You call yourself one of the highest religious figures of a city that has no religion. You call yourself the savior of a city that can not be save. I call you a disgrace. Religion has played a major part in my life, and to have you self proclaiming yourself a saint is a disgrace to religion. You see, Sin City, or Las Vegas, is notorious for gambling, drinking, smoking, and sex. It is said that whatever goes into Las Vegas doesn’t come out. It is a city that has been so far banished for it’s sins that I find it impossible to be a saint in the city where sins overrun the good. And so, I challenge you, prove to me you are a saint. Prove to me that you are worthy of worship. Prove to me that you are not the dud you have so far seemed to be. And then, maybe, just then, maybe I will gain the tiniest bit of respect for you.
To call yourself the Sin City Saint must incline that gambling is a major part of your life. Whether it be being the king of gambling, or stopping it from happening, gambling plays a vital role in your life if you happen to be a saint from Sin City. Myself, I have never had much interest in gambling. You see, I would rather work to get a paycheck than wait to win the lottery, however, I have been taught the rules, and as of late I have found that I am quite good at you life’s passion, Saint. Much like I am good in the ring, I can be good at games of chance, that’s all gambling is, hoping to be lucky one day, lucky enough to win the jackpot and retire, having anything in the world that your heart desires. Saint, you may have spent most of your life gambling hoping to win the jackpot, hoping that you would never have to enter the real world and work for some money. Well, Saint, it appears as though your luck has run out.
Saku turns around his hand of cards to reveal three nines and two aces, for a full house. A smirk spreads over his face as he throws the cards over his shoulder and stands. He walks over to the window and closes it, as well as shutting the curtains over it. Underneath the window is a small gym bag, which Saku proceeds to pick up. He walks over to his bed with the gym bag in hands and sets it down. He unzips it and rummages through it for a moment before removing a folded piece of paper from within. He unfolds it as we zoom in to get a better look at the paper. Inside is a tournament bracket. It has eight names in one column and four in the next. Empty spaces for two and then one name are present, as well as a photo of a large belt, the Valor Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship. Fade to black.
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As always any suggestions or comments are appreciated, and as always no offence to anyone and whatnot.
The street is dark and empty. In the distance we can see lights illuminated several blocks away, up in huge office buildings, helping those who could not finish on time. The moon is helped by the blaring streetlights located on every corner of the street. Underneath one, hopefully trying to absorb heat from the light is a mangy man, covered by newspaper. Garbage left in the street by those who used it in the day is blown around by the night breeze. Across from the window, a small black cat walks upon the sidewalk, eagerly looking for food, occasionally stopping to sniff garbage. For moments we watch the cat smell piles of garbage until it dejectedly moves on, having failed its task. Suddenly, the silence created by the night is broken, as the figure beside us begins to speak.
Saku: The night. My favorite time of the day. At night, you can see. You can see what others have done, you can see what still has to be done. You can look down on these roads and think. Think of all of those who used it, think of their differences, think of who they are and what they did. You see, the road is public. Everyone who desires can use it. Free of charge. Everyday, the poor and rich, the smart and the stupid share the road, forced to co-operate with the others who use it, no matter how much personalities conflict. Unable to do anything to those who are unworthy. Those who have not yet paid their dues to the road, those who have not made it better by adding a business, a building, a trash can, a feeling, those who have added nothing to the road. Everyday they must see these people and stand, idly by while they receive equal treatment while one party clearly deserves all the respect. This road, this is very much like a wrestling ring, and competitors like myself, and the Sin City Saint.
You see, I have worked, everyday of my life, from childhood to now to be where I am. I have been thrown down many times, given fatal blows, been held down, and yet always I kept getting up kept coming, much like those who have earned a fortune and earned their way onto the road. The Sin City Saint, however , did not earn his way onto the road. He came, taking hi natural American advantage that this country so graciously hands out to all of it’s citizens regardless of whether the have potential or not. The Sin City Saint was given his spot on the road having doing nothing to earn it. He has been given the opportunity to walk on the road that people like myself maintain. He has not earned it, yet a competitor that can barely open a card is held in the same regard as the future of this industry. The only difference is that unlike on that very road, I have the power to change that. I have the power to kick the Sin City Saint off of my road. Just like I kicked Ganador off the road, right into retirement from the VWA.
This is the World Heavyweight Championship tournament. This is what I have worked for my entire life, and I am two matches away from getting what I deserve. The Sin City Saint is one of two obstacles that stand in my way, a man that has no desire to hold the belt, a man that has no drive to be the best, and yet, he is telling me that I am the Cinderella of this tournament? Well, I’m not sure if you’ve been listening around the locker room Saint, but it might help if you did, because then you’d know that I am the heavy favorite to win the belt. But as for our match, I will forget all about the tournament, I will just focus on giving you deserve, because I know that when all is said and done, when the tournament is over, when the dust clears, I will be left holding the World Heavyweight Championship high above my head, and high above the broken bodies of those who tried to stop me.
Upon saying this, Saku retires from the window, moving across the room and flicking a light switch, turning on a small lamp beside an old couch. Saku proceeds to sit down on the couch and put his feet up the coffee table located in front of it. He picks up a pack of cards from the table and begins to shuffle them. Once done shuffling them, he deals himself five cards, as well as dealing five more cards to an imaginary friend sitting across the table. He picks up his cards with a smirk on his face. He then removes two cards from his hand and throws them on the table before drawing two new cards out of the deck. A smirk spreads across his face as he adds his two new cards to his hand. The smirk slowly escalates into a full fledged laugh, before it stops and Saku begins to speak once more.
Saku: You call yourself the “Sin City Saint.” You call yourself one of the highest religious figures of a city that has no religion. You call yourself the savior of a city that can not be save. I call you a disgrace. Religion has played a major part in my life, and to have you self proclaiming yourself a saint is a disgrace to religion. You see, Sin City, or Las Vegas, is notorious for gambling, drinking, smoking, and sex. It is said that whatever goes into Las Vegas doesn’t come out. It is a city that has been so far banished for it’s sins that I find it impossible to be a saint in the city where sins overrun the good. And so, I challenge you, prove to me you are a saint. Prove to me that you are worthy of worship. Prove to me that you are not the dud you have so far seemed to be. And then, maybe, just then, maybe I will gain the tiniest bit of respect for you.
To call yourself the Sin City Saint must incline that gambling is a major part of your life. Whether it be being the king of gambling, or stopping it from happening, gambling plays a vital role in your life if you happen to be a saint from Sin City. Myself, I have never had much interest in gambling. You see, I would rather work to get a paycheck than wait to win the lottery, however, I have been taught the rules, and as of late I have found that I am quite good at you life’s passion, Saint. Much like I am good in the ring, I can be good at games of chance, that’s all gambling is, hoping to be lucky one day, lucky enough to win the jackpot and retire, having anything in the world that your heart desires. Saint, you may have spent most of your life gambling hoping to win the jackpot, hoping that you would never have to enter the real world and work for some money. Well, Saint, it appears as though your luck has run out.
Saku turns around his hand of cards to reveal three nines and two aces, for a full house. A smirk spreads over his face as he throws the cards over his shoulder and stands. He walks over to the window and closes it, as well as shutting the curtains over it. Underneath the window is a small gym bag, which Saku proceeds to pick up. He walks over to his bed with the gym bag in hands and sets it down. He unzips it and rummages through it for a moment before removing a folded piece of paper from within. He unfolds it as we zoom in to get a better look at the paper. Inside is a tournament bracket. It has eight names in one column and four in the next. Empty spaces for two and then one name are present, as well as a photo of a large belt, the Valor Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship. Fade to black.
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As always any suggestions or comments are appreciated, and as always no offence to anyone and whatnot.
