Post by Sin City Saint on Sept 29, 2005 16:22:46 GMT -5
[In a dimly lit Las Vegas strip bar, seated around the corner from the door, is The Sin City Saint. A long neck of Miller Light in front of him. With glazed over eyes and a breath reaking of alcohol, The Sin City Saint spins the bottle atop the bar. He looks up into the air and lets out a long sigh. He rubs his unshaven face and reaches for the bottle. Taking a sip, he remembers back to last Sunday where he suffered a defeat at the hands of The Creeper.]
[Sin City Saint] So close....yet so far away. Last Sunday, I put my entire bank roll on that match. The point was set and then I rolled that dreaded seven. Why? Why, oh why? I was so close. I was so close to achieving that rung of success in this business, that only a few can say they have. Only the chosen can claim to. A claim for which The Sin City Saint was just inches from his grasp.
[The Sin City Saint finishes his Miller and signals the bar keep for another.]
[Sin City Saint] But the higharchy has seen fit to give me another opportunity. Opportunities are so far and few between. So for this chance....this opportunity....I plan to make the most of. I will not let this one slip away. This Sunday marks the day that begins my revolution. A revolution within the war. The same war that I have raged in Valor since day one. Juba, you have drawn arms. You will be the first casualty in this war. The first that will have to face facts. To understand and believe in. This war of reacclamation. I seek out the NA Title. I seek out this accolade that becomes, but a trophy to a man like Creeper. Juba, this Sunday, I seek you out in this war. For my revolution begins. For my revolution is tailored to. Juba.....be careful what you seek. For it might seek you first. Saint's Honor.
[The bar keep brings another cold one out to The Sin City Saint. He pops the top and places the bottle in front of Saint, taking the empty away. Saint lifts it up into the air and takes a drink.]
[Sin City Saint] So close....yet so far away. Last Sunday, I put my entire bank roll on that match. The point was set and then I rolled that dreaded seven. Why? Why, oh why? I was so close. I was so close to achieving that rung of success in this business, that only a few can say they have. Only the chosen can claim to. A claim for which The Sin City Saint was just inches from his grasp.
[The Sin City Saint finishes his Miller and signals the bar keep for another.]
[Sin City Saint] But the higharchy has seen fit to give me another opportunity. Opportunities are so far and few between. So for this chance....this opportunity....I plan to make the most of. I will not let this one slip away. This Sunday marks the day that begins my revolution. A revolution within the war. The same war that I have raged in Valor since day one. Juba, you have drawn arms. You will be the first casualty in this war. The first that will have to face facts. To understand and believe in. This war of reacclamation. I seek out the NA Title. I seek out this accolade that becomes, but a trophy to a man like Creeper. Juba, this Sunday, I seek you out in this war. For my revolution begins. For my revolution is tailored to. Juba.....be careful what you seek. For it might seek you first. Saint's Honor.
[The bar keep brings another cold one out to The Sin City Saint. He pops the top and places the bottle in front of Saint, taking the empty away. Saint lifts it up into the air and takes a drink.]