Post by Allen Guiliano on Sept 24, 2009 2:12:52 GMT -5
The scene opens with the camera zooming through the busy streets of Las Vegas, Nevada. Neon lights shatter the night sky, giving the illusion of a high noon sun as the camera continues down The Strip past some of the most recognizable landmarks in the United States; the pyramid of the Luxor, the simulated Eiffel Tower at Paris, the large castle of the Excalibur, the big top at Circus Circus, the golden lion at MGM Grand, all the way down to the large bird that started it all at The Flamingo. As the lens turns to a panoramic view, a large ebony tower becomes visible. Each room has a light that glows brilliantly in the night sky, as the large golden script “C” of The Camille is now in the center of the screen. The camera continues to pan up the tower, higher and higher with each passing second before finally reaching the top.
Standing at the top of the astonishing work of architecture is the proud owner of the building that stands at his feet, Allen Guiliano. As the camera zooms in on his strong, chiseled face, a confident smirk is formed by his thin lips. The lights of the neighboring businesses shadow his face as the neon reflects off is left side, brining a shimmer to his custom tailored suit. As the camera zooms back out, revealing his entire figure, the Italian removes his hand from his pocket, rolling a pair of dice between his fingers as he leans on a croupier stick that stands at his opposite side. The spots on the dice, normally white, have absorbed the brilliant colors of Sin City and seem to gleam as they tumble across the knuckles of the WCF superstar.
As the scene begins to become almost monotonous, Guiliano makes his way over to a craps table that has been set up on the roof of the hotel and casino. He leans over the rail and runs his hand slowly over the green felt, tracing the outline of each carefully lined box with his fingertips before softly tossing the dice down the table and watching them come to a rest after they ricochet off the far wall of the table. Both cubes reveal six spots, making for a rare roll of 12. War’s last entrant leans over the rail, making sure his roll is true before finally addressing the audience.
It all comes down to the luck of a roll, or the luck of a draw, as is the case this Sunday night in New York. Some might even say that I am lucky to be the one that will have the honor of making the final walk down the ramp at Madison Square Garden before stepping into the squared circle. Luck will play a large part for whoever survives and is the last man or even woman standing in the ring at War, but luck had nothing to do with the #30 being next to my name on the entrant list. I have waited and waited and waited for my chance to rise to the top in this federation. I have started from the bottom and beaten competitors on each run of the talent ladder so to speak and my latest victories have been some of the most impressive the WCF has ever seen. The truth is that luck had no relevance in the outcome of my match with Dake Ken and that outcome is the reason that I have the luxury of having the final War entry position. Those four letter, l-u-c and k are the reason that so many millions flock to this city, to my casino, to this very craps table to try their hand at getting “lucky” and walking away with a wheelbarrow full of cash. That evil little word that also had nothing to do with my win at Slam’s latest Battle Royal where I defeated one of the most promising newcomers, Hector Rodriguez. Sure, he expressed his respect for me both before and after the match, but I don’t think he truly knew what he was up against until I sent him to the outside concrete floor from his perch on the top rope. He took a calculated risk and suffered the consequences. A risk that would have worked against so many others here in the WCF, but a risk that experienced and those who are knowledge of my talent do NOT make. So, all the talk of luck associated with my name can be thrown out the window when it comes to Monday. It will not be luck that decides the winner but skill, patience, and heart, something that has been instilled in this man long before I made my professional wrestling debut. The openers and mid-carders hope for luck, the real superstars, those who are envied by their fellow competitors, know what it really takes to emerge victorious at an event such as War.
Guiliano reaches into his breast pocket and reveals three more red cubes, slipping them into his palm as he extends the croupier stick from his side and pulls the recently tossed sixes back toward the near rail. He reaches down and collects the remaining two dice, taking all five into his hand and blowing on them lightly before extending his right hand and letting them fly once again. All five pieces bounce off the felt and launch themselves into the fair rail before coming to a rest in the middle of the table. Once again, each die reveals a six. Allen raises a brow, glancing over the near impossible roll, wringing his hands in front of him before pulling them all together against a side rail with the stick.
Now THAT may be luck, but it reiterates my point. One lucky move, one lucky break, one lucky elimination could be all that it takes to come out victorious this Sunday. But let’s take a closer look and what has just been revealed. Five dice, all coming up sixes, and if you do the math, that totals 30. The magic number of superstars that will make their way to the ring at MSG in hopes of becoming the #1 Contender for the World Championship. 30 sets of hopes, dreams, and careers that wish to be forever etched in time by winning a single event that places the entire WCF roster in a 22 feet by 22 feet square that is outlined by a set of three ropes with the main goal of each contestant to not be pinned or to have the will to not tap to some of the most painful submission maneuvers. It almost seems unimaginable that one man will get to sit back and watch it all unfold as 30 individuals risk life and limb for a simple CHANCE at something he currently possesses. It is but a material thing that resides around his waist that consists of a leather strap and a precious metal known as gold. However, it is not the material value of the gold that each individual is after. It is about much more than the few hundreds of dollars that the tangible gold element may bring them. It is about the pride, the respect, and the honor that will be bestowed upon the person that emerges victorious by their fellow colleagues. It is about being the best at what you do and being top achiever in the craft that you choose to pursue. It is about knowing that no matter what you do for the rest of your career that you will forever be christened as a “War winner”, a title that can never be taken from you and a title that takes so much to earn. It is about having the opportunity to win the most prized possession here in the WCF and having your name following the phrase “World Heavyweight Champion!” It is the very reason that we choose to step into the ring each week and expose ourselves to the various types of punishment that we must endure week in and week out to be respected as a professional wrestler. I could easily walk away from this line of work and be a very happy man running the very estate that is operating below me, but I am never the one to take the easy way out; never the one to back down from a seemingly impossible task; never the one to go down without giving my very best effort to emerge as the best there is, the best there was, and the best there every will be. It is a term coined and made famous by a Hall of Fame wrestler in Bret Hart, but a phrase that each of us should choose to live by. Torture may stand at the top of this organization as of today, but you better believe he is not looking forward to seeing the outcome of War 2009. Not only does he have a title defense this Sunday night, but he also has to witness who will be the new #1 Contender for his title, a #1 Contender that will have outlasted 29 men in a single night.
But, if we look a little closer at these dice, there is something else that we might see. If we split them up, other things become blatantly obvious. Things that others might be overlooking as War approaches, but things that those at the top of their game are noticing and looking to take advantage of. Little things that could determine the War winner and things that could determine the next World Champion here in the World Championship Federation….
The business tycoon reaches down and separates the dice into five separate entities, making sure that none of the edges touch, making sure that it is obvious there are five single dice instead of the one single stick that existed before.
Glancing down from above there is one number that is glaring me in the face and that would be the number six. The significance may not come to you right away, but let’s think about this for a second. Thirty individuals will enter, but when we break it down into separate pieces, we are left with five separate sixes. Frankly, I think it tells us that there are five levels to the thirty men that will enter the ring on Sunday night and six have a realistic chance of walking out of Madison Square Garden with smile on their face and anticipation in their mind for their shot at the World Title. The six that some had identified may not be the same as made, but personally, I think it is pretty clear who those six are. Personally, I’m not going to come out here and gloat or rant and rave about how I am going to take down all 29 of the others and come out on top this Sunday, because frankly, I don’t know that will happen. There are too many that have already run their mouth and made it clear to me that they are letting emotion, ignorance, and arrogance get in the way before they even lace up their boots. There are 24 pretenders and six contenders the way I see it and each of those six will have to be identified and watched for as soon as they make their way into the squared circle. Do I consider myself one of those lucky six? You bet I do. In fact, of all the talk that has been uttered in these few short days after Slam, my name has been in most of it.
Seems as though everyone has an opinion of how they are going to take down all the other competitors and how they are superior to 28 other men, but there is someone that no one seems to want to call out; someone that everyone seems to be trying to be in the good graces of; and someone that is being RESPECTED by everyone on the roster. That individual would be the one standing before you right now. It has become apparent that everyone has watched my rise through the WCF and wants to avoid my path when it comes to that upcoming event at Madison Square Garden. Not that I can really blame then, but it is amazing how the tone of every promo seems to change when it comes time to utter the words “Slickie T” or “Allen Guiliano”. I have become respected by both new faces, such as Tyler Derden, and even the old guard like Logan. It is the ultimate compliment to hear a two-time winner of an event of this magnitude to recognize me as a threat and to recognize me as one of the favorites to emerge victorious. Yeah, I beat him before, but that was then, that was before the fire was back in the eyes of the legend that is Logan. Seems that this year War means a little more to him than it has in the past, seems as if he is out to prove something in 2009. To be honest, I am glad to see that others are giving him attention and taking some of the target off my back that I have as the last entrant and I would welcome the sight of Logan as the last man besides myself standing in the ring when War is finally decided. Not that I would be surprised if there were others on the other side of the ring as well, men such as Hector Rodriguez, Greenfever, Johnny Reb, or Mikami, but for it to be Logan would be a symbol of the old legend against the up and coming superstar. A symbol of what the WCF has had in the past and symbol of what the future holds for the same federation. I plan to have several accolades listed under my name once my career is finally over here in the World Championship Federation and I am out to make sure that “War Winner” is at the very top. I already consider it a great honor to have my plaque hanging in the XGWO Hall of Fame, but that was something that was accumulated over time, something that was bestowed upon me by a vote. Winning War is something that comes around once a year and for that one night, I have to be the VERY best that the WCF has to offer. There would be nothing more special to me as a superstar in the WCF to have my hand raised in the middle of a squared circle, in New York City nonetheless, with my hand raised high as my music blares over the speakers and the colors of my home country light the arena. If we take an even closer look at the dice, something else becomes revealed…
Guiliano reaches down once again and turns each die completely over to its opposing side. This time, instead of sixes showing in their face, the one spot is visible. He spreads the cubes carefully out on the craps table, pushing one to each corner while leaving a single red square in the very center of the green felt.
This time, something should become very obvious. As we change from sixes to ones, there is but one left standing in the center of this time. Just as there will be one left standing when all is said and done on Sunday night. This time, there is no need to be humble, no need to tell how much I respect the other men that will be after the same goal as I at the end of the week. All respect goes out the window for this one night and it is every man for themselves. Alliances will be made and broken within seconds and men will be getting eliminated by someone they would have never seen coming, but that is what is great about this event, what makes it better than any other match in the history of professional wrestler. The end of Slam this week was just a simple preview of the chaos and destruction that will take place at the actual event. Stables and tag teams will try and team up and work together, but there are many individuals that will target those teams and make sure they do not emerge victorious, especially those under the leadership of the current World Champion. Torture claims that he can offer large sums of money and pay his guys off to not face him for his precious title, but he forgets that others, such as myself have the advantage of large sums of money as well, but that will not come into play for me. I plan on going into that match and giving it everything I’ve got until I can physically continue no longer. Only ONE man has managed to pin my shoulders to mat for more than two seconds and I vow to NEVER let it happen again. Johnny, you had your moment and shall forever be remembered as the man who pinned Slickie T, but this time is different, this time there is more at stake and this time YOU will be the one making that slow walk back up behind the curtain with your eyes at the ground, your head filled with thoughts of how you could have possibly been pinned. I know the feeling and I have been through it one too many times. This time it’s your turn to experience that feeling and it’s mine to finally become a legend here in the WCF. I am tired of hearing about how I am the future of this federation, tired of hearing about how in time I will become one of the best ever to grace a WCF, well THE TIME IS NOW! THE FUTURE IS NOW THE PRESENT! IT’S MY TIME! This is my shot to prove to the WCF, to all of wrestling, to the entire world, that Allen Guiliano is THE #1 wrestler in not only this federation, but in each and every federation about the globe. The man from Italy will once and for all prove that he is more than just a casino tycoon and prove that he is THE force to be reckoned with when it comes to sports entertainment.
The Italian slowly clenches his fist as he scoops up the dice and walks back over to ledge of the balcony that overlooks the entire city of Las Vegas. He turns in the direction of New York and stares deep into the night ask as he if can actually see his future destination. The fire burns wildly behind his black pupils as the silhouette of Madison Square Garden seems to appear within them. In one motion he tosses the dice off the edge of the building and watches them fall to the pavement below, shattering into a thousand pieces, covering the sidewalk with a glinting red dust.
Be ready New York and be ready WCF. This Sunday will go down in history as the day that Slickie T left his stamp on the wrestling world. The night of September 27 has been one that I have been looking forward to for months on end and it will be the night that I dedicate to not only my fans and not only those who have followed me throughout my career, but truly for one thing and only thing only….ITALIA! MI AMORE!
His voices echoes over the several acres of concrete that fill his field of vision as the screen fades to black and the camera once again pans out, slowly revealing the entire building, the golden script “C” almost orange as the sun begins to rise once again over the horizon and make what was once the future…the present.
Standing at the top of the astonishing work of architecture is the proud owner of the building that stands at his feet, Allen Guiliano. As the camera zooms in on his strong, chiseled face, a confident smirk is formed by his thin lips. The lights of the neighboring businesses shadow his face as the neon reflects off is left side, brining a shimmer to his custom tailored suit. As the camera zooms back out, revealing his entire figure, the Italian removes his hand from his pocket, rolling a pair of dice between his fingers as he leans on a croupier stick that stands at his opposite side. The spots on the dice, normally white, have absorbed the brilliant colors of Sin City and seem to gleam as they tumble across the knuckles of the WCF superstar.
As the scene begins to become almost monotonous, Guiliano makes his way over to a craps table that has been set up on the roof of the hotel and casino. He leans over the rail and runs his hand slowly over the green felt, tracing the outline of each carefully lined box with his fingertips before softly tossing the dice down the table and watching them come to a rest after they ricochet off the far wall of the table. Both cubes reveal six spots, making for a rare roll of 12. War’s last entrant leans over the rail, making sure his roll is true before finally addressing the audience.
It all comes down to the luck of a roll, or the luck of a draw, as is the case this Sunday night in New York. Some might even say that I am lucky to be the one that will have the honor of making the final walk down the ramp at Madison Square Garden before stepping into the squared circle. Luck will play a large part for whoever survives and is the last man or even woman standing in the ring at War, but luck had nothing to do with the #30 being next to my name on the entrant list. I have waited and waited and waited for my chance to rise to the top in this federation. I have started from the bottom and beaten competitors on each run of the talent ladder so to speak and my latest victories have been some of the most impressive the WCF has ever seen. The truth is that luck had no relevance in the outcome of my match with Dake Ken and that outcome is the reason that I have the luxury of having the final War entry position. Those four letter, l-u-c and k are the reason that so many millions flock to this city, to my casino, to this very craps table to try their hand at getting “lucky” and walking away with a wheelbarrow full of cash. That evil little word that also had nothing to do with my win at Slam’s latest Battle Royal where I defeated one of the most promising newcomers, Hector Rodriguez. Sure, he expressed his respect for me both before and after the match, but I don’t think he truly knew what he was up against until I sent him to the outside concrete floor from his perch on the top rope. He took a calculated risk and suffered the consequences. A risk that would have worked against so many others here in the WCF, but a risk that experienced and those who are knowledge of my talent do NOT make. So, all the talk of luck associated with my name can be thrown out the window when it comes to Monday. It will not be luck that decides the winner but skill, patience, and heart, something that has been instilled in this man long before I made my professional wrestling debut. The openers and mid-carders hope for luck, the real superstars, those who are envied by their fellow competitors, know what it really takes to emerge victorious at an event such as War.
Guiliano reaches into his breast pocket and reveals three more red cubes, slipping them into his palm as he extends the croupier stick from his side and pulls the recently tossed sixes back toward the near rail. He reaches down and collects the remaining two dice, taking all five into his hand and blowing on them lightly before extending his right hand and letting them fly once again. All five pieces bounce off the felt and launch themselves into the fair rail before coming to a rest in the middle of the table. Once again, each die reveals a six. Allen raises a brow, glancing over the near impossible roll, wringing his hands in front of him before pulling them all together against a side rail with the stick.
Now THAT may be luck, but it reiterates my point. One lucky move, one lucky break, one lucky elimination could be all that it takes to come out victorious this Sunday. But let’s take a closer look and what has just been revealed. Five dice, all coming up sixes, and if you do the math, that totals 30. The magic number of superstars that will make their way to the ring at MSG in hopes of becoming the #1 Contender for the World Championship. 30 sets of hopes, dreams, and careers that wish to be forever etched in time by winning a single event that places the entire WCF roster in a 22 feet by 22 feet square that is outlined by a set of three ropes with the main goal of each contestant to not be pinned or to have the will to not tap to some of the most painful submission maneuvers. It almost seems unimaginable that one man will get to sit back and watch it all unfold as 30 individuals risk life and limb for a simple CHANCE at something he currently possesses. It is but a material thing that resides around his waist that consists of a leather strap and a precious metal known as gold. However, it is not the material value of the gold that each individual is after. It is about much more than the few hundreds of dollars that the tangible gold element may bring them. It is about the pride, the respect, and the honor that will be bestowed upon the person that emerges victorious by their fellow colleagues. It is about being the best at what you do and being top achiever in the craft that you choose to pursue. It is about knowing that no matter what you do for the rest of your career that you will forever be christened as a “War winner”, a title that can never be taken from you and a title that takes so much to earn. It is about having the opportunity to win the most prized possession here in the WCF and having your name following the phrase “World Heavyweight Champion!” It is the very reason that we choose to step into the ring each week and expose ourselves to the various types of punishment that we must endure week in and week out to be respected as a professional wrestler. I could easily walk away from this line of work and be a very happy man running the very estate that is operating below me, but I am never the one to take the easy way out; never the one to back down from a seemingly impossible task; never the one to go down without giving my very best effort to emerge as the best there is, the best there was, and the best there every will be. It is a term coined and made famous by a Hall of Fame wrestler in Bret Hart, but a phrase that each of us should choose to live by. Torture may stand at the top of this organization as of today, but you better believe he is not looking forward to seeing the outcome of War 2009. Not only does he have a title defense this Sunday night, but he also has to witness who will be the new #1 Contender for his title, a #1 Contender that will have outlasted 29 men in a single night.
But, if we look a little closer at these dice, there is something else that we might see. If we split them up, other things become blatantly obvious. Things that others might be overlooking as War approaches, but things that those at the top of their game are noticing and looking to take advantage of. Little things that could determine the War winner and things that could determine the next World Champion here in the World Championship Federation….
The business tycoon reaches down and separates the dice into five separate entities, making sure that none of the edges touch, making sure that it is obvious there are five single dice instead of the one single stick that existed before.
Glancing down from above there is one number that is glaring me in the face and that would be the number six. The significance may not come to you right away, but let’s think about this for a second. Thirty individuals will enter, but when we break it down into separate pieces, we are left with five separate sixes. Frankly, I think it tells us that there are five levels to the thirty men that will enter the ring on Sunday night and six have a realistic chance of walking out of Madison Square Garden with smile on their face and anticipation in their mind for their shot at the World Title. The six that some had identified may not be the same as made, but personally, I think it is pretty clear who those six are. Personally, I’m not going to come out here and gloat or rant and rave about how I am going to take down all 29 of the others and come out on top this Sunday, because frankly, I don’t know that will happen. There are too many that have already run their mouth and made it clear to me that they are letting emotion, ignorance, and arrogance get in the way before they even lace up their boots. There are 24 pretenders and six contenders the way I see it and each of those six will have to be identified and watched for as soon as they make their way into the squared circle. Do I consider myself one of those lucky six? You bet I do. In fact, of all the talk that has been uttered in these few short days after Slam, my name has been in most of it.
Seems as though everyone has an opinion of how they are going to take down all the other competitors and how they are superior to 28 other men, but there is someone that no one seems to want to call out; someone that everyone seems to be trying to be in the good graces of; and someone that is being RESPECTED by everyone on the roster. That individual would be the one standing before you right now. It has become apparent that everyone has watched my rise through the WCF and wants to avoid my path when it comes to that upcoming event at Madison Square Garden. Not that I can really blame then, but it is amazing how the tone of every promo seems to change when it comes time to utter the words “Slickie T” or “Allen Guiliano”. I have become respected by both new faces, such as Tyler Derden, and even the old guard like Logan. It is the ultimate compliment to hear a two-time winner of an event of this magnitude to recognize me as a threat and to recognize me as one of the favorites to emerge victorious. Yeah, I beat him before, but that was then, that was before the fire was back in the eyes of the legend that is Logan. Seems that this year War means a little more to him than it has in the past, seems as if he is out to prove something in 2009. To be honest, I am glad to see that others are giving him attention and taking some of the target off my back that I have as the last entrant and I would welcome the sight of Logan as the last man besides myself standing in the ring when War is finally decided. Not that I would be surprised if there were others on the other side of the ring as well, men such as Hector Rodriguez, Greenfever, Johnny Reb, or Mikami, but for it to be Logan would be a symbol of the old legend against the up and coming superstar. A symbol of what the WCF has had in the past and symbol of what the future holds for the same federation. I plan to have several accolades listed under my name once my career is finally over here in the World Championship Federation and I am out to make sure that “War Winner” is at the very top. I already consider it a great honor to have my plaque hanging in the XGWO Hall of Fame, but that was something that was accumulated over time, something that was bestowed upon me by a vote. Winning War is something that comes around once a year and for that one night, I have to be the VERY best that the WCF has to offer. There would be nothing more special to me as a superstar in the WCF to have my hand raised in the middle of a squared circle, in New York City nonetheless, with my hand raised high as my music blares over the speakers and the colors of my home country light the arena. If we take an even closer look at the dice, something else becomes revealed…
Guiliano reaches down once again and turns each die completely over to its opposing side. This time, instead of sixes showing in their face, the one spot is visible. He spreads the cubes carefully out on the craps table, pushing one to each corner while leaving a single red square in the very center of the green felt.
This time, something should become very obvious. As we change from sixes to ones, there is but one left standing in the center of this time. Just as there will be one left standing when all is said and done on Sunday night. This time, there is no need to be humble, no need to tell how much I respect the other men that will be after the same goal as I at the end of the week. All respect goes out the window for this one night and it is every man for themselves. Alliances will be made and broken within seconds and men will be getting eliminated by someone they would have never seen coming, but that is what is great about this event, what makes it better than any other match in the history of professional wrestler. The end of Slam this week was just a simple preview of the chaos and destruction that will take place at the actual event. Stables and tag teams will try and team up and work together, but there are many individuals that will target those teams and make sure they do not emerge victorious, especially those under the leadership of the current World Champion. Torture claims that he can offer large sums of money and pay his guys off to not face him for his precious title, but he forgets that others, such as myself have the advantage of large sums of money as well, but that will not come into play for me. I plan on going into that match and giving it everything I’ve got until I can physically continue no longer. Only ONE man has managed to pin my shoulders to mat for more than two seconds and I vow to NEVER let it happen again. Johnny, you had your moment and shall forever be remembered as the man who pinned Slickie T, but this time is different, this time there is more at stake and this time YOU will be the one making that slow walk back up behind the curtain with your eyes at the ground, your head filled with thoughts of how you could have possibly been pinned. I know the feeling and I have been through it one too many times. This time it’s your turn to experience that feeling and it’s mine to finally become a legend here in the WCF. I am tired of hearing about how I am the future of this federation, tired of hearing about how in time I will become one of the best ever to grace a WCF, well THE TIME IS NOW! THE FUTURE IS NOW THE PRESENT! IT’S MY TIME! This is my shot to prove to the WCF, to all of wrestling, to the entire world, that Allen Guiliano is THE #1 wrestler in not only this federation, but in each and every federation about the globe. The man from Italy will once and for all prove that he is more than just a casino tycoon and prove that he is THE force to be reckoned with when it comes to sports entertainment.
The Italian slowly clenches his fist as he scoops up the dice and walks back over to ledge of the balcony that overlooks the entire city of Las Vegas. He turns in the direction of New York and stares deep into the night ask as he if can actually see his future destination. The fire burns wildly behind his black pupils as the silhouette of Madison Square Garden seems to appear within them. In one motion he tosses the dice off the edge of the building and watches them fall to the pavement below, shattering into a thousand pieces, covering the sidewalk with a glinting red dust.
Be ready New York and be ready WCF. This Sunday will go down in history as the day that Slickie T left his stamp on the wrestling world. The night of September 27 has been one that I have been looking forward to for months on end and it will be the night that I dedicate to not only my fans and not only those who have followed me throughout my career, but truly for one thing and only thing only….ITALIA! MI AMORE!
His voices echoes over the several acres of concrete that fill his field of vision as the screen fades to black and the camera once again pans out, slowly revealing the entire building, the golden script “C” almost orange as the sun begins to rise once again over the horizon and make what was once the future…the present.
