Post by Dionysus on Aug 21, 2016 16:56:07 GMT -5
[Scene: a gym, lit up, though still empty. A group of men have set up a table in the middle of the ring in the room, and are playing cards. Four men of average height, two men much smaller. Camera cuts to the table, where the gentlemen are playing poker. The older man puts in two chips]
Ironsides: $10.
Giggles: Bah, you gotta be bluffin'.
Roll: Then call the bluff!
Giggles: Yeah yeah...call.
Tuck: Call.
Roll: Not this hand. (folds)
Ironsides: (turning to the man next to him) You in?
[Camera pans over to Dion Necurat, who is studying his cards. He smiles, pushing in a stack of chips, six high.]
Necurat: $30.
Ironsides: (taking a second to decide)...Call.
Giggles: Well, I'm out. (tosses his cards in)
Tuck: Me too. (folds)
Albert Divine: Well why does this look familiar? You two have stayed in last the last few hands, eh?
Ironsides: Well, this time I've got the new kid. Show'em, Liontamer.
Necurat: (fanning his hand on the table) Full diamond flush.
Ironsides: (frowning, flipping over his hand) Two pair...there goes my new shoes.
Necurat: (slides the pot over to his side) Let me know if you need to get rid of more money. *chuckles*
[Ironsides flaps his hands at Necurat, standing up from the table. He grabs his folding chair and takes it with him out of the ring.]
Divine: Yeah yeah, you lose again. Now the rest of you, clear this ring out. It isn't like Mr. Necurat is letting us stay here like dogs in a kennel. Dion, a word in your office.
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[Cameras cut to a small office. Albert Divine has taken up the chair while Dion stands by the door.]
Divine: Well my boy...you did good work. Not the best display out there, but you'll improve, no doubt.
Necurat: Considering the ring rust, I'll take what I can get. Who am I up against next?
Divine: (handing over the preview card) Looks like...Logan Burgess, a newcomer who calls himself "The Demon King"...and Chaos...Oh lord...
Necurat: *sigh* You've got to be kidding. Another multi-man match? Against a guy who is a direct copy of Kira, and half a competent...and a guy who is only in it for the bloodshed?
Divine: If it helps, I don't make the booking. I can see if I can put a word in for a singles match next time.
Necurat: Please do so. I'd rather not be the gatekeeper for WCF's dirty laundry and incompetent competitors.
[Divine slams his cane on the table]
Divine: CALM YOURSELF! You've only had one victory under your belt, and already you are sounding like an egomaniac that could rival Jason O'Neal!
Necurat: You can trust I won't let him get another victory over me. I have the right mindset, Albert. I am still grateful for all that you have done, and I am certainly not taking my victory as a big ego trip. I'm not like O'Neal, who spends more time waxing his ego over having substance. I won't take these other two lightly...count on that.
Divine: (visibly calming down) So then...what does this mean for us?
Necurat: It means that I'm back on the saddle. Back in control of my own success. With this newfound confidence, I will continue to rise, and claim glory at the top. And as much help as you and the Side Show is willing to give me to succeed, I will gladly take it.
Divine: Well then...If that is how you feel, then I have good news for you. (slaps his cane to a manila folder on the desk) Take a look.
[Necurat takes up the folder, looking inside. His expression grew bright]
Necurat: You...you paid off-
Divine: That's right, my friend. I paid off your debts, and you are now back in ownership of this gym. Our friends will maintain this place while we are on the road. It is the least I can do to help you with your financial woes. Hopefully, with this small token, your focus can return to bringing the fire you've shown me today.
Necuart: Albert, this is...this is...
Divine: You're welcome, Mr. Necurat. Now come. Your gym awaits. You have another important match ahead.
[Both Necurat and Divine walk out of the office, to the rest of the Side Show applauding. Dion nods his head in approval as the camera fades to black.]
Ironsides: $10.
Giggles: Bah, you gotta be bluffin'.
Roll: Then call the bluff!
Giggles: Yeah yeah...call.
Tuck: Call.
Roll: Not this hand. (folds)
Ironsides: (turning to the man next to him) You in?
[Camera pans over to Dion Necurat, who is studying his cards. He smiles, pushing in a stack of chips, six high.]
Necurat: $30.
Ironsides: (taking a second to decide)...Call.
Giggles: Well, I'm out. (tosses his cards in)
Tuck: Me too. (folds)
Albert Divine: Well why does this look familiar? You two have stayed in last the last few hands, eh?
Ironsides: Well, this time I've got the new kid. Show'em, Liontamer.
Necurat: (fanning his hand on the table) Full diamond flush.
Ironsides: (frowning, flipping over his hand) Two pair...there goes my new shoes.
Necurat: (slides the pot over to his side) Let me know if you need to get rid of more money. *chuckles*
[Ironsides flaps his hands at Necurat, standing up from the table. He grabs his folding chair and takes it with him out of the ring.]
Divine: Yeah yeah, you lose again. Now the rest of you, clear this ring out. It isn't like Mr. Necurat is letting us stay here like dogs in a kennel. Dion, a word in your office.
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[Cameras cut to a small office. Albert Divine has taken up the chair while Dion stands by the door.]
Divine: Well my boy...you did good work. Not the best display out there, but you'll improve, no doubt.
Necurat: Considering the ring rust, I'll take what I can get. Who am I up against next?
Divine: (handing over the preview card) Looks like...Logan Burgess, a newcomer who calls himself "The Demon King"...and Chaos...Oh lord...
Necurat: *sigh* You've got to be kidding. Another multi-man match? Against a guy who is a direct copy of Kira, and half a competent...and a guy who is only in it for the bloodshed?
Divine: If it helps, I don't make the booking. I can see if I can put a word in for a singles match next time.
Necurat: Please do so. I'd rather not be the gatekeeper for WCF's dirty laundry and incompetent competitors.
[Divine slams his cane on the table]
Divine: CALM YOURSELF! You've only had one victory under your belt, and already you are sounding like an egomaniac that could rival Jason O'Neal!
Necurat: You can trust I won't let him get another victory over me. I have the right mindset, Albert. I am still grateful for all that you have done, and I am certainly not taking my victory as a big ego trip. I'm not like O'Neal, who spends more time waxing his ego over having substance. I won't take these other two lightly...count on that.
Divine: (visibly calming down) So then...what does this mean for us?
Necurat: It means that I'm back on the saddle. Back in control of my own success. With this newfound confidence, I will continue to rise, and claim glory at the top. And as much help as you and the Side Show is willing to give me to succeed, I will gladly take it.
Divine: Well then...If that is how you feel, then I have good news for you. (slaps his cane to a manila folder on the desk) Take a look.
[Necurat takes up the folder, looking inside. His expression grew bright]
Necurat: You...you paid off-
Divine: That's right, my friend. I paid off your debts, and you are now back in ownership of this gym. Our friends will maintain this place while we are on the road. It is the least I can do to help you with your financial woes. Hopefully, with this small token, your focus can return to bringing the fire you've shown me today.
Necuart: Albert, this is...this is...
Divine: You're welcome, Mr. Necurat. Now come. Your gym awaits. You have another important match ahead.
[Both Necurat and Divine walk out of the office, to the rest of the Side Show applauding. Dion nods his head in approval as the camera fades to black.]
