Post by Allen Guiliano on Jul 11, 2009 13:51:04 GMT -5
The familiar sound of the “bing” of an elevator can be heard as the doors slide open and welcome the awaiting passenger. Allen Guiliano, owner of the Camille hotel and casino, steps forward onto the soft red carpet, turns and illuminates the lobby button as he presses it with his index finger. The doors close once again and the elevator begins to descend to the bustling casino floor and hotel lobby. The aforementioned Guiliano adjusts the tie that rests around his neck and runs his right hand down the jacket of his Armani suit as the elevator comes to a halt and reveals the familiar overabundance of slots, gaming tables, and cocktail waitresses. He acknowledges one of his pit bosses with a nod of his head as the two cross paths on the casino floor and a security guard spots the most important man in the building and makes his way over to his side, attempting to escort him through the throng of people. Guiliano dismisses him with the simple wave of his hand and continues on a straight path across the carpeted floor and pushes open two large glass doors to a high rollers room, where four men are seated around a round table, each with the drink of his choice near his dominant hand. The Italian holds the door open for a cocktail waitress as she finishes collecting her tips from the other seemingly wealthy gentlemen in the room. The chair nearest the large swinging doors is already pulled out and a gin and tonic with a lime wedge buried under a generous amount of ice is waiting. He has a seat and folds his hands in front of him before addressing the table.
Gentlemen, it’s that time of year again, when the five of us get together and get our competitive juices flowing over a few rounds of drinks and enjoy great conversation. As the four of you know, I have been engaging in competition of a little different kind since joining the WCF wrestling federation and I apologize for having to postpone our annual rendezvous until today. As always, welcome to the Camille hotel and casino, I hope all of you are enjoying your stay and are ready for the grand event that is about to take place. Without further ado, let’s get this thing underway!
Each of the five individuals reaches under the table and pulls out a briefcase, setting it on the table. As the lids of the briefcases rise, the camera reveals a large collection of $100 bills in front of each man. They are arranged in stacks of $50,000; $10,000; $5,000; $2,000; $1,000; $500; and $100 bundles so that each man has a total of $150,000 in front of him. Each gentleman forms a line in front of them with the bundles of cash, close their briefcases, return them to their spot under the table, and direct their attention to Guiliano.
And now the moment that we have all been waiting for…Gentlemen, it is time to begin the fifth annual…LAS VEGAS CASINO OWNERS MONOPOLY JAMBOREE!
Guiliano reaches under the table and sets an ordinary looking cardboard box in the center of the table as he stands over it and peels the packing tape back from the top, pulling back the top two flaps and pulling out a white box with “Monopoly” printed across the top. The signatures of each of the five men adorn the lid as Guiliano slides it off the box underneath and reveals the game board that resembles that of your everyday Monopoly board. Upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that the dollar amounts have been changed to reflect that in which the men are playing with and the pieces have been customized to reflect a feature of the casino that each man represents. After the pieces have been distributed and a banker declared, each man, as if in their youth once again, roll the dice to determine who will have the honor of taking the first roll.
Allen, I think this game is going to be worth the wait, especially since I have the honor of starting the game this year. And the 2009 edition of our little game begins.
The owner of the Bellagio leads off with a roll that lands him on the first railroad as a moan emerges from the other four as they are well aware it will cost them a cool $2500 each time they land on the now owned space. The game continues as each man takes his roll of the dice, collects his deeds, and the $100 bills change hands over and over again. Hearty laughs are common as players are eliminated one by one, the owner of the MGM Grand being the first to go, followed by the Camille’s own Guiliano after an unfortunate seven lands him on Marvin Gardens adorned with a hotel. He hands over his last stack of cash to the gentleman from the Mirage, shares a drink with the already eliminated MGM Grand representative, and takes his verbal punishment from the three that remain.
Appears that you need to work on your business skills and quit worrying about that wrestling career you keep talking about. I believe that is an 0 for 5 streak for you there my friend.
We even thought we would be nice and let you host it this year at your own place. Guess it doesn’t matter where we play, you just can’t keep up with the rest of us Vegas veterans Guiliano.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you guys keep talking and we will see who has really won the game when the financial reports are issued and the rewards are handed out. I believe I have a reputation of taking some of that hardware away from you “Vegas veterans” over the last five years. Remind me again who it was that took the award for “Best Overall Vegas Hotel and Casino” for 2008? Don’t think it was any of you who are still rolling dice and moving pieces around a Monopoly board.
I think someone is just jealous because his John Hancock is only on the front of the box and not on the back of the board where the winners of this thing have the honor of putting their signature. You just stick to your wrestling thing and wearing your awards around your waist. We will keep the Monopoly winnings and honors amongst ourselves.
All five men share a laugh as the Italian is razzed by his fellow counterparts and excuses himself from the room, leaving the remaining three players to continue the game. An authentic, wide smile is visible as he exits the room and makes his way over to a private bar and has his gin and tonic replenished. He has a seat in a spacious black leather chair that resides in the corner of the bar of slips his hand into his inside breast pocket and pulls out a short cigar and cigar cutter. A cigar lighter resides on a small table to the right of the chair as Guiliano places the end of the cigar into the flickering flame and takes a few drags in order to get an even burn. He then places the cigar into the ashtray and allows it to slowly smolder, taking in the aroma of the rolled tobacco leaves. He then peers into the camera and addresses his opponent for Monday night.
I’m glad that you were able to get some sleep during my interview. From the looks of you over this past week it looks like you are in need of some shut eye. Glad to see that something I said finally sparked something inside you to want and get your title back. The whole depression over Rick Mad and being out of your element about not knowing who it was during the latest Blast! was getting quite monotonous. You can claim that I am going against my own preaching, but what kind of champion are you that takes another wrestler to tell him he doesn’t have the right to hold the belt before he finally gets motivated to win it back. I’m just glad you cleared things up and admitted that you didn’t even want to hold the title once again. These are the kinds of champions that make me sick, but then again, you are a champion no more and I will make sure and extend your “rough patch” over the next several weeks when I’m sure we will become opponents once again. You tell me that I insult my former wrestlers by calling them out about the location in which they appear on the card, but the truth is I’m only calling out those who have doubted my ability. I am welcoming this Television Title Tournament in the next few weeks so that those undercarders become relevant in this federation and have more something to look forward to week in and week out. I’m sure whoever emerges as the first ever WCF Television Champion will appreciate it much more than you did your United States title.
The Italian picks up the cigar and takes a long, drawn out drag before sipping his beverage and making his way to his feet and dismissing the bartender as he makes his way behind the counter, dropping another lime wedge into the glass.
Go ahead and “preserve yourself for the future” so you can compete in those “more important fights”. Only thing is, I don’t think anyone knows what you mean when you speak of more important fights. Is the only that stares you in the face this week not important enough? Is the four way match for my United States title at Ultimate Showdown not classified as “important” to you? It seems that words from each of us have made our upcoming matches much more than just bouts over a championship belt; they have become personal. We both claim honor and prestige and we both deny the presence of it in each other. I’m not after your friendship or even your focus, all I’m after is respect and you are on the verge of losing it from me. I am fully aware of all you have done here in the WCF and how you took the federation by storm, just as I did when upon my arrival, but your “rough patch” has become your ceiling here in the WCF. It seem that I am on the rise to the top and you are stuck here somewhere in the middle, on the verge of making a name for yourself, but being held back by tag team partners and your handlers. After Monday night I will try and leave you “intact” so you can partake in those more important fights, but I can’t guarantee you anything on July 26 when the two of us step into the ring with two another opponents and all three of you will be looking to strip me of my United States title. As Jack of Blades learned already, I am not afraid to take the fight outside the ring and I am not unfamiliar to chair shots to the back of the head. However, I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to return the favor. Monday night is just another battle, Ultimate Showdown will prove to be the war. Forza Italia, mi amore.
Guiliano makes his way to the exit of the bar and back to the room in which the game of Monopoly is still taking place. He takes a long drink of his gin and tonic and enters the room once again as it appears one of the men is clearly in control of the game and controls the majority of the property and cash. The owner of the Mirage lets the dice fly and lets out a long sigh as he reaches forward and moves his piece to Park Place where the opposing gentleman from the Bellagio throws his arms out pulls the entire board to his side of the table.
Haha! Chalk up one more for the Bellagio tower and I will see you guys on my turf next year. Thank you all for your generous donation and I look forward to playing with you all again in 2010. Now, it all seriousness, dinner and drinks are on me this evening.
Each made holds his beverage up and shares a toast as the proud winner flips over the board and adds his signature to the list of four that previously existed. As the scene fades to black, each man begins to load a suitcase and carry the loot out for the victorious player as each of them share a short embrace and discuss turning points in the game that has just been completed. The last man out pulls the door shut as the scene fade to black.
Gentlemen, it’s that time of year again, when the five of us get together and get our competitive juices flowing over a few rounds of drinks and enjoy great conversation. As the four of you know, I have been engaging in competition of a little different kind since joining the WCF wrestling federation and I apologize for having to postpone our annual rendezvous until today. As always, welcome to the Camille hotel and casino, I hope all of you are enjoying your stay and are ready for the grand event that is about to take place. Without further ado, let’s get this thing underway!
Each of the five individuals reaches under the table and pulls out a briefcase, setting it on the table. As the lids of the briefcases rise, the camera reveals a large collection of $100 bills in front of each man. They are arranged in stacks of $50,000; $10,000; $5,000; $2,000; $1,000; $500; and $100 bundles so that each man has a total of $150,000 in front of him. Each gentleman forms a line in front of them with the bundles of cash, close their briefcases, return them to their spot under the table, and direct their attention to Guiliano.
And now the moment that we have all been waiting for…Gentlemen, it is time to begin the fifth annual…LAS VEGAS CASINO OWNERS MONOPOLY JAMBOREE!
Guiliano reaches under the table and sets an ordinary looking cardboard box in the center of the table as he stands over it and peels the packing tape back from the top, pulling back the top two flaps and pulling out a white box with “Monopoly” printed across the top. The signatures of each of the five men adorn the lid as Guiliano slides it off the box underneath and reveals the game board that resembles that of your everyday Monopoly board. Upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that the dollar amounts have been changed to reflect that in which the men are playing with and the pieces have been customized to reflect a feature of the casino that each man represents. After the pieces have been distributed and a banker declared, each man, as if in their youth once again, roll the dice to determine who will have the honor of taking the first roll.
Allen, I think this game is going to be worth the wait, especially since I have the honor of starting the game this year. And the 2009 edition of our little game begins.
The owner of the Bellagio leads off with a roll that lands him on the first railroad as a moan emerges from the other four as they are well aware it will cost them a cool $2500 each time they land on the now owned space. The game continues as each man takes his roll of the dice, collects his deeds, and the $100 bills change hands over and over again. Hearty laughs are common as players are eliminated one by one, the owner of the MGM Grand being the first to go, followed by the Camille’s own Guiliano after an unfortunate seven lands him on Marvin Gardens adorned with a hotel. He hands over his last stack of cash to the gentleman from the Mirage, shares a drink with the already eliminated MGM Grand representative, and takes his verbal punishment from the three that remain.
Appears that you need to work on your business skills and quit worrying about that wrestling career you keep talking about. I believe that is an 0 for 5 streak for you there my friend.
We even thought we would be nice and let you host it this year at your own place. Guess it doesn’t matter where we play, you just can’t keep up with the rest of us Vegas veterans Guiliano.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you guys keep talking and we will see who has really won the game when the financial reports are issued and the rewards are handed out. I believe I have a reputation of taking some of that hardware away from you “Vegas veterans” over the last five years. Remind me again who it was that took the award for “Best Overall Vegas Hotel and Casino” for 2008? Don’t think it was any of you who are still rolling dice and moving pieces around a Monopoly board.
I think someone is just jealous because his John Hancock is only on the front of the box and not on the back of the board where the winners of this thing have the honor of putting their signature. You just stick to your wrestling thing and wearing your awards around your waist. We will keep the Monopoly winnings and honors amongst ourselves.
All five men share a laugh as the Italian is razzed by his fellow counterparts and excuses himself from the room, leaving the remaining three players to continue the game. An authentic, wide smile is visible as he exits the room and makes his way over to a private bar and has his gin and tonic replenished. He has a seat in a spacious black leather chair that resides in the corner of the bar of slips his hand into his inside breast pocket and pulls out a short cigar and cigar cutter. A cigar lighter resides on a small table to the right of the chair as Guiliano places the end of the cigar into the flickering flame and takes a few drags in order to get an even burn. He then places the cigar into the ashtray and allows it to slowly smolder, taking in the aroma of the rolled tobacco leaves. He then peers into the camera and addresses his opponent for Monday night.
I’m glad that you were able to get some sleep during my interview. From the looks of you over this past week it looks like you are in need of some shut eye. Glad to see that something I said finally sparked something inside you to want and get your title back. The whole depression over Rick Mad and being out of your element about not knowing who it was during the latest Blast! was getting quite monotonous. You can claim that I am going against my own preaching, but what kind of champion are you that takes another wrestler to tell him he doesn’t have the right to hold the belt before he finally gets motivated to win it back. I’m just glad you cleared things up and admitted that you didn’t even want to hold the title once again. These are the kinds of champions that make me sick, but then again, you are a champion no more and I will make sure and extend your “rough patch” over the next several weeks when I’m sure we will become opponents once again. You tell me that I insult my former wrestlers by calling them out about the location in which they appear on the card, but the truth is I’m only calling out those who have doubted my ability. I am welcoming this Television Title Tournament in the next few weeks so that those undercarders become relevant in this federation and have more something to look forward to week in and week out. I’m sure whoever emerges as the first ever WCF Television Champion will appreciate it much more than you did your United States title.
The Italian picks up the cigar and takes a long, drawn out drag before sipping his beverage and making his way to his feet and dismissing the bartender as he makes his way behind the counter, dropping another lime wedge into the glass.
Go ahead and “preserve yourself for the future” so you can compete in those “more important fights”. Only thing is, I don’t think anyone knows what you mean when you speak of more important fights. Is the only that stares you in the face this week not important enough? Is the four way match for my United States title at Ultimate Showdown not classified as “important” to you? It seems that words from each of us have made our upcoming matches much more than just bouts over a championship belt; they have become personal. We both claim honor and prestige and we both deny the presence of it in each other. I’m not after your friendship or even your focus, all I’m after is respect and you are on the verge of losing it from me. I am fully aware of all you have done here in the WCF and how you took the federation by storm, just as I did when upon my arrival, but your “rough patch” has become your ceiling here in the WCF. It seem that I am on the rise to the top and you are stuck here somewhere in the middle, on the verge of making a name for yourself, but being held back by tag team partners and your handlers. After Monday night I will try and leave you “intact” so you can partake in those more important fights, but I can’t guarantee you anything on July 26 when the two of us step into the ring with two another opponents and all three of you will be looking to strip me of my United States title. As Jack of Blades learned already, I am not afraid to take the fight outside the ring and I am not unfamiliar to chair shots to the back of the head. However, I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to return the favor. Monday night is just another battle, Ultimate Showdown will prove to be the war. Forza Italia, mi amore.
Guiliano makes his way to the exit of the bar and back to the room in which the game of Monopoly is still taking place. He takes a long drink of his gin and tonic and enters the room once again as it appears one of the men is clearly in control of the game and controls the majority of the property and cash. The owner of the Mirage lets the dice fly and lets out a long sigh as he reaches forward and moves his piece to Park Place where the opposing gentleman from the Bellagio throws his arms out pulls the entire board to his side of the table.
Haha! Chalk up one more for the Bellagio tower and I will see you guys on my turf next year. Thank you all for your generous donation and I look forward to playing with you all again in 2010. Now, it all seriousness, dinner and drinks are on me this evening.
Each made holds his beverage up and shares a toast as the proud winner flips over the board and adds his signature to the list of four that previously existed. As the scene fades to black, each man begins to load a suitcase and carry the loot out for the victorious player as each of them share a short embrace and discuss turning points in the game that has just been completed. The last man out pulls the door shut as the scene fade to black.
