Post by Michael Santiago on Jun 27, 2011 7:12:44 GMT -5
Scene One – A fool’s game
* As the scene fades in Michael is seen sitting at a small round card table, across from him is the big “Nordic Tank” Odin Balfore, a stern, determined look on his face. To Michael’s right sits their quirky friend Gilligan, a translucent dealer’s visor on his furry head. Michael stares down blankly at his cards, he then looks up and gives Odin a wry smile. *
Michael: (Pushing chips towards the pot) I’ll raise fifteen dollars.
* Odin looks over his hand then reads Santi’s face. *
Odin: I’ll call, show ‘em.
Michael: Dammit!
* Michael’s smirk quickly diminishes as he is forced to flip his cards revealing a four of clubs, six of clubs, nine of diamonds, queen of hearts, and ace of spades. *
Michael: I didn’t expect you to call my bluff…
* Odin looks over Michael’s laid out cards before mucking his hand. *
Odin: Son of a bitch!
Michael: You’ve got to be kidding me… all I have is an ace high, you can’t beat that?
Odin: I was trying to call your bluff…
* Michael turns over Odin’s folded hand to reveal a two of diamonds, five of hearts, six of clubs, 8 of hearts and a jack of diamonds. *
Michael: Really?! You called with a jack high? The point of calling someone’s bluff is when you actually have something playable in your hand.
Odin: Don’t question the way I play Santi, that wouldn’t be wise…
Michael: You take things too seriously, why don’t we play a few hands of blackjack against the house, give Gill a shot to make some money.
* Gilligan’s face is overcome by a sinister, pointy-toothed grin. Michael and Odin ante up before Gill begins to deal the cards, playing the las vegas house rules of players face up, dealer with one face down. Michael is dealt a nine, Odin a four, Gill takes his face down card, followed with another nine to Michael, a six to Odin and a six to himself. *
Michael: I’ll stay, nice hand beez, double down on that ten.
Odin: Hit me…
Michael: Beez, trust me, double down.
Odin: Let me play my game Santi…
* Gilligan deals Odin his card, a ten. *
Michael: Twenty, I told you to double down.
Odin: Hit me…
Michael: Are you kidding me? You have twenty!
Odin: … Hit me…
* Gilligan looks at Odin with a confused grin before flipping Odin’s next card, an ace. *
Michael: Holy hell, talk about getting lucky, nice draw.
Odin: … Hit me…
* Michael turns and looks at Odin like he is some kind of retard. *
Michael: Are you damaged? Do you even understand the purpose of this game?
* Gilligan hesitates, not knowing what to do. *
Odin: Come on, hit me…
* Gilligan flips Odin’s next card, a six, giving him a running total of twenty-seven. *
Michael: Unbelievable, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you.
Odin: Hit me…
* Michael turns and slaps Odin upside his head, knocking him off of his chair before turning and running away. Odin stumbles to his feet before grasping the edge of the table and looking down at Gilligan. *
Odin: … hit me…
* Gilligan grabs Odin’s glass of scotch and throws it in Odin’s face before throwing down the cards and scurrying out of the room. *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
Scene Two – A bullet for my Valentine
* The camera begins to fade in, focusing its lens while doing so, Michael is viewed pacing back and forth, his eyes lively, fueled by fire as he glares at the approaching camera. *
Michael: So last week I was unprepared… I was off of my game and I had gotten a bit ahead of myself. I assumed that I was once again at my peak after pulling off two easy wins. I fooled myself, I allowed myself to be blinded by the glitz and glamour of the squared circle, like I was some ignorant rookie. That won’t happen again, I'm better than that. I'm ashamed of my ignorance, I'm ashamed that I made such a careless mistake and underestimated my opponent… or better yet, I overestimated myself, because quite honestly my opponent last week was beatable, I just wasn’t adequately prepared. I turned myself into somewhat of a laughing stock, but this week I redeem myself, this week I make up for lost time and for lost opportunity. This week I have a vendetta for my opponent, a bullet for my Valentine if you will. I have something to prove and I will undoubtedly be a man on a mission. I've done my homework this time and I've exposed the weaknesses that Ms. Valentine possesses. I know all about the Cupid’s Arrow, Ana, my darling do you somehow think that such a simple maneuver will be enough to put away a grizzled veteran like me? Think again, I have seen it all, been to hell and back, after last week’s reality check, I am on top of my game and I won’t be slipping up. The last time you were inside that ring you literally got spanked by Shane Borderland, now you want to step into the ring with me, well I’ll do more than spank you, you can bank on that. You’ll be fortunate to leave that ring under your own strength when I'm done with you.
* Michael palms the camera lens and pushes it away from him. *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
* As the scene fades in Michael is seen sitting at a small round card table, across from him is the big “Nordic Tank” Odin Balfore, a stern, determined look on his face. To Michael’s right sits their quirky friend Gilligan, a translucent dealer’s visor on his furry head. Michael stares down blankly at his cards, he then looks up and gives Odin a wry smile. *
Michael: (Pushing chips towards the pot) I’ll raise fifteen dollars.
* Odin looks over his hand then reads Santi’s face. *
Odin: I’ll call, show ‘em.
Michael: Dammit!
* Michael’s smirk quickly diminishes as he is forced to flip his cards revealing a four of clubs, six of clubs, nine of diamonds, queen of hearts, and ace of spades. *
Michael: I didn’t expect you to call my bluff…
* Odin looks over Michael’s laid out cards before mucking his hand. *
Odin: Son of a bitch!
Michael: You’ve got to be kidding me… all I have is an ace high, you can’t beat that?
Odin: I was trying to call your bluff…
* Michael turns over Odin’s folded hand to reveal a two of diamonds, five of hearts, six of clubs, 8 of hearts and a jack of diamonds. *
Michael: Really?! You called with a jack high? The point of calling someone’s bluff is when you actually have something playable in your hand.
Odin: Don’t question the way I play Santi, that wouldn’t be wise…
Michael: You take things too seriously, why don’t we play a few hands of blackjack against the house, give Gill a shot to make some money.
* Gilligan’s face is overcome by a sinister, pointy-toothed grin. Michael and Odin ante up before Gill begins to deal the cards, playing the las vegas house rules of players face up, dealer with one face down. Michael is dealt a nine, Odin a four, Gill takes his face down card, followed with another nine to Michael, a six to Odin and a six to himself. *
Michael: I’ll stay, nice hand beez, double down on that ten.
Odin: Hit me…
Michael: Beez, trust me, double down.
Odin: Let me play my game Santi…
* Gilligan deals Odin his card, a ten. *
Michael: Twenty, I told you to double down.
Odin: Hit me…
Michael: Are you kidding me? You have twenty!
Odin: … Hit me…
* Gilligan looks at Odin with a confused grin before flipping Odin’s next card, an ace. *
Michael: Holy hell, talk about getting lucky, nice draw.
Odin: … Hit me…
* Michael turns and looks at Odin like he is some kind of retard. *
Michael: Are you damaged? Do you even understand the purpose of this game?
* Gilligan hesitates, not knowing what to do. *
Odin: Come on, hit me…
* Gilligan flips Odin’s next card, a six, giving him a running total of twenty-seven. *
Michael: Unbelievable, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you.
Odin: Hit me…
* Michael turns and slaps Odin upside his head, knocking him off of his chair before turning and running away. Odin stumbles to his feet before grasping the edge of the table and looking down at Gilligan. *
Odin: … hit me…
* Gilligan grabs Odin’s glass of scotch and throws it in Odin’s face before throwing down the cards and scurrying out of the room. *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
Scene Two – A bullet for my Valentine
* The camera begins to fade in, focusing its lens while doing so, Michael is viewed pacing back and forth, his eyes lively, fueled by fire as he glares at the approaching camera. *
Michael: So last week I was unprepared… I was off of my game and I had gotten a bit ahead of myself. I assumed that I was once again at my peak after pulling off two easy wins. I fooled myself, I allowed myself to be blinded by the glitz and glamour of the squared circle, like I was some ignorant rookie. That won’t happen again, I'm better than that. I'm ashamed of my ignorance, I'm ashamed that I made such a careless mistake and underestimated my opponent… or better yet, I overestimated myself, because quite honestly my opponent last week was beatable, I just wasn’t adequately prepared. I turned myself into somewhat of a laughing stock, but this week I redeem myself, this week I make up for lost time and for lost opportunity. This week I have a vendetta for my opponent, a bullet for my Valentine if you will. I have something to prove and I will undoubtedly be a man on a mission. I've done my homework this time and I've exposed the weaknesses that Ms. Valentine possesses. I know all about the Cupid’s Arrow, Ana, my darling do you somehow think that such a simple maneuver will be enough to put away a grizzled veteran like me? Think again, I have seen it all, been to hell and back, after last week’s reality check, I am on top of my game and I won’t be slipping up. The last time you were inside that ring you literally got spanked by Shane Borderland, now you want to step into the ring with me, well I’ll do more than spank you, you can bank on that. You’ll be fortunate to leave that ring under your own strength when I'm done with you.
* Michael palms the camera lens and pushes it away from him. *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
