Post by Michael Santiago on Jun 6, 2011 3:45:11 GMT -5
* A camera slowly comes into focus in the hustle and bustle of a casino floor, Hank Brown edges his way through a small passing crowd, he turns his head from left to right as he searches for his target, his eyes tired and bloodshot from the intense travel demands of his job. He zeros in on a blackjack table that has a small crowd around it, he stares blankly across the table at the brown haired man sitting at the anchor spot. The man looks up from his cards, his green eyes catching a glimpse of hank before an aggravated look overcomes his face. He motions the fold sign to the dealer and watches as hand plays out, as the dealer collects the cards he pushes his chips across the table to cash up, the dealer hands him several higher denomination chips and places a white reserve button in the bettors circle at his seat before the man stands and walks away from the table. He makes his way towards Hank and the cameraman the disgusted look growing as he approaches them. *
Hank: Michael, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to speak to us.
Michael: listen you've got fifteen minutes lets make this quick, I've got a game to get back to, and before we start let me tell you, I don't appreciate your attitude with that bum Jakob.
Hank: I assure you Mr. Santiago that my views are nothing but professional.
Michael: Well let me make one thing clear to start Hank, I have never, not once in my career referred to myself as a ladies man. It just isn't my style, actions speak louder than words. Now Jakob says he smells "poser", I think its more likely that what he is smelling is more along the lines of bad breath and body odor.
Hank: I guess its safe to assume your views on your opponents errr... Situation?
Michael: I have no remorse for someone who lives in alleyway, trying to turn a quick dollar off of a profession I love just so he can buy his next bottle of booze. He wants to talk about growing up learning to fight, being a martial artist... Dont they have something already for you guys, they're called bum fights, right up your alley it seems... And I mean that literally.
Hank: So obviously you feel he doesn't belong inside a wrestling ring, is that it?
Michael: Aren't you just bright as a light bulb there Hank. We both know that these martial arts types dont belong in a wrestling ring, we have seen it before they usually end up at the bottom if the card or out on the employment line. I mean when is the last time you happened to see a wrestler hanging out in alleys? My mind takes me back to the eighties, I remember some wrestlers riding pumpkins off of fire escapes, I used to think they were intimidating their opponents but now I understand they were just feeding the trash below.
Hank: Well its easy to assume that you dont see your opponent as much of a threat, what are your plans being this match?
Michael: Well there is a clear reason that I chose WCF to make my return to wrestling and that is the old Nordic tank, Odin "Maverick" Balfore, my running mate on my newest conquest for tag team gold. Its TPA baby, back in the saddle ready to bulldoze the competition. This week I'll give a taste of whats to come when I decimate Jakob, but let me
make this clear, I'm putting the tag team division on warning, TPA is here and we're ready to cash in our chips.
* Michael turns away from Hank and makes his way back to the blackjack table as the scene fades.*
Hank: Michael, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to speak to us.
Michael: listen you've got fifteen minutes lets make this quick, I've got a game to get back to, and before we start let me tell you, I don't appreciate your attitude with that bum Jakob.
Hank: I assure you Mr. Santiago that my views are nothing but professional.
Michael: Well let me make one thing clear to start Hank, I have never, not once in my career referred to myself as a ladies man. It just isn't my style, actions speak louder than words. Now Jakob says he smells "poser", I think its more likely that what he is smelling is more along the lines of bad breath and body odor.
Hank: I guess its safe to assume your views on your opponents errr... Situation?
Michael: I have no remorse for someone who lives in alleyway, trying to turn a quick dollar off of a profession I love just so he can buy his next bottle of booze. He wants to talk about growing up learning to fight, being a martial artist... Dont they have something already for you guys, they're called bum fights, right up your alley it seems... And I mean that literally.
Hank: So obviously you feel he doesn't belong inside a wrestling ring, is that it?
Michael: Aren't you just bright as a light bulb there Hank. We both know that these martial arts types dont belong in a wrestling ring, we have seen it before they usually end up at the bottom if the card or out on the employment line. I mean when is the last time you happened to see a wrestler hanging out in alleys? My mind takes me back to the eighties, I remember some wrestlers riding pumpkins off of fire escapes, I used to think they were intimidating their opponents but now I understand they were just feeding the trash below.
Hank: Well its easy to assume that you dont see your opponent as much of a threat, what are your plans being this match?
Michael: Well there is a clear reason that I chose WCF to make my return to wrestling and that is the old Nordic tank, Odin "Maverick" Balfore, my running mate on my newest conquest for tag team gold. Its TPA baby, back in the saddle ready to bulldoze the competition. This week I'll give a taste of whats to come when I decimate Jakob, but let me
make this clear, I'm putting the tag team division on warning, TPA is here and we're ready to cash in our chips.* Michael turns away from Hank and makes his way back to the blackjack table as the scene fades.*
