Post by Andrew Jackson™ on Oct 9, 2016 23:21:46 GMT -6
GAMBLE N RUMBLE: A SHAD MINI-SERIES
CHAPTER 1: GAME, SET, CHECKMATE
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Scene: Off Camera
Venue: McCain's Office, Cardinal Casino, Las Vegas
There he sat at the tail of the long sandalwood table, arms stretched outwards relieving some of the discomfort from the pain of his last defeat. His shoulders sore and his neck still weary from the moment his head ricochet off the mat from a devastating suplex, a loss to an up and coming superstar, James Ceno. His third loss since his arrival at WWH, not a single match had gone his way, not one win and there he sat still finding a grin worth a thousand words, still glistering with pride as he sat there in his camouflaged long-sleeved t-shirt and a gold chain hung around his neck. His dress code was in complete contrast to those who he shared the table with, but then his skin tone was also in contrast so it wasn't anything new. The five blue collared Caucasians all embraced by their black suits were all distant in age from Shad, all but one, his very sleazy manager John Corner who was in his mid thirties, the other five men on the table reeked of old white money and thanks to their deal, well so did Moss.
The man at the head of the table was Michael McCain, he owns five mega casinos scattered across the United States, to his left his right hand man Tony Pietro, dude was so loyal he would sell his kidney to fund Michael going to a brothel, his stern demeanor was enough to tell you he'd never tolerate shenanigans. To the right of Michael was Peter Deyo, he owns the most successful gambling website and judging from the details on his suit, he definitely puts his money to use. Bill Billingo and Jack Mackenzie, the former is famous for his gambling exploits, most notably in 2008 when he won a high stake poker game leaving the table with a 100 million, and then the later... Well... Soon Enough.
First match up in WWH was against Raptor, next against Scotty Paine and the last battle was against James Ceno, and Shad lost every last one of them, the thought of it brought a smile to his face whilst he thought about it, ashamed? No, proud? Yes. The last man at the table Jack Mackenzie was an infamous match fixer, only known in the underground and Shad's agent, the sleaziest of them all was able to arrange a meet a while back, deals like this were the reason Shad kept him around, though not trustworthy he did bring in the deals faster than you could say 'My dick's in your mom...again, oh damn it! just pass the condoms and stop crying about me fucking your sister too, you don't want your mom to catch this chlamydia I'm passing around'. McCain looked to his right hand man and shook his head in disapproval just before placing both hands on the table, fingers tied and his thumbs clicking together.
“What an asset you have turned out to be, WE PLACED YOU IN WWH to go there and fight, we brought you out of retirement, we gave you everything you needed to get fit. A former world heavyweight champion, a multi champion back in the day, everyone expected you to win with ease in every one of those fights, EVERYONE! Against amateurs, none of them meant to be as good as you. People put their millions on the line betting in your favor and what did you do? YOU LOST EVERY FUCKING FIGHT”
He got to his feet with his hands outstretched along the table and stared Shad down. He then left his position in the room and slowly walked towards Moss voicing his opinion all the way with disdain in his cracked voice. “They all told me you were bad for business, that you would shit on me, that you would ruin me and cost me millions. But did I listen to them? No and look where it's gotten me?” He reached Shad and then slammed his hand on the table startling his agent. “Millions of fucking dollars richer baby” he pronounced shedding off his false disappointment; the entire room erupted in laughter and claps and he did too before shaking Moss cheerfully and returning to his seat. He took a moment to get comfortable and then continued to speak.
“Millions of dollars were bet on your matches Shad and as promised you delivered. The first match against Raptor, a complete amateur and people expected you to win, so much so they put in millions of dollars in bets on you and you fucked them in the ass. The next match Scotty Paine, well more complicated, I mean he is well known and was a champion at the time so we weighed our option and alerted you last minute on which way to go and you delivered once more. And then last week that new guy, you fought and sold it one more time, three fucking losses in a row, you should be ashamed of yourself” The entire room exploded in laughter, Shad does too before he regained composure and responded “Well who can be ashamed of money” “Who can... My betting site has racked up more revenue in the last month from you than we did in the entire year, you are performing miracles” Said Mr. Deyo his lips hidden by his thick fury mustache. “Well I do this for me, the hero of my world” Shad responded slavishly mimicking his self-righteous tag team partner and his agent could tell, such dysfunction could be bad for business especially with Andrew Jackson knowing nothing of Shad's illegal exploits. “So how about your partner, should we be worried about him?” Jack asked worriedly, “Well our deal was for fights which involved just me so for now he will not be any problem, BUT! If you want to dictate the results of those fights too, you will have to pay me a whole lot more; all of you” he said with a smirk on his face, completely willing to drag his partner down with him. “And just how would you convince Captain America to throw a fight” Jack asked inquisitively. Shad chuckled and leaned forward hoping to convey his seriousness and he did. His voice stern and intense “No way Andrew would throw a fight but I would clubber him myself if I have to, hence my pay raise”
“I say I like that deal” Jack said, he especially was loving the idea, his pocket had gotten bloated over the last month, he had put in bets in into betting sites and casinos around the world and the prospect of enriching himself further. “Now now that's a deal for another day, lets talk about the International Championship match.” And with those words from McCain the room regained focus “So what say thee, win or lose?” professed McCain with his arms spread wide “Jack Mackenzie was quick to reply and the room agreed with him. “3 losses in a row, no one is expecting this man to win, I say you go out there and win us this one” “Well easier said than done, Teo Jakobah is a very experienced athlete and in fact has a win over my boy Jackson, Ripley had one impressive win last week and Eric Cobretti has had a long illustrious career including world championsh--” “Oh put a cork in it Shad, Teo is , Ripley is an amateur and Eric is washed up” his agent pronounced the match won and he couldn't help but agree as he chuckled away “Your wish is my command people, but first, where's my money guys?” McCain adjusted his suit and then motioned to Pietro who picked up a mid-sized dufflebag and placed it on the table. He opened it up for Shad to verify and in it lay stacks of hundred dollar bills. Their business was done, for now.
Scene: On Camera
Venue: Home
“What is that dad?” Shad's little girl Zendeya called out pointing to the image of Smiggles on the Lord of the ring book he had in hand as he sat on the side of her bed waiting to read her her nightly bedtime story “Well this honey is a Teo Jakobah, it's ugly, it loves jewelry, pillows and wants to get your daddy” “No daddy no, don't let that monster get you” she cried out fearing for her dads life “Don't worry baby, it also thinks it is beautiful so a mirror is how you defeat it. Show it it's reflection and it cries and runs away” his tone rose as he spoke with a playful tone and his daughter chuckled with excitement. It was the best part of the days for him and his daughter, she got to see her busy dad and he got to kiss his world goodnight. About thirty minutes later she was asleep and he tucked her in and turned off all the lights leaving the room behind he would finally address the cameras he had welcomed into his abode.
The floors creaked as he gracefully made his way downstairs and once down found his way into his living room and unto his favorite chair in the room, a leather chair which came equipped with a cup holder for his hot cocoa. One last sip of his cocoa and he found himself ready to begin, legs crossed and hot coca held using both hands.
“I would like to start off by commending my opposition so far, I didn't expect an easy ride in WWH and I haven't gotten one, in fact its been anything but.. I have racked up the losses in here, its honestly starting to look like I've been bitten by John Blade. 3 losses in 3 fights and I am the self-proclaimed supreme one, the best. Well boys, play time is over. There is actually something at stake worth me putting in that extra bit of effort that I haven't afforded anyone, The international championship. First I do have to put a copyright on the word best, I see our dear Hellsgate champion strutting around using that word. I mean there is no way anyone who creates his own PAI championship out of empty chipotle cans can be the greatest but hey, he did win the top tier title over here. Although I would like to point out on his way to the title he did lose to my prodigy, Andrew Jackson, so...I'd say by my maths should the fight be set, you guys will have a handsome son of a bitch as your champion.”
Shad took one huge satisfactory gulp of his hot cocoa, eyes closed and basking in the moment, sinking deeper and more comfortably into his couch. Moments later he finally escapes his tranquility and continues.
“So this week on the better show in WWH I have been thrown into a title opportunity against Ripley, believe it or not. Yes, pun intended. Eric Cobretti, the soldier who doesn't give a fuck about authority or hierachy or family or anything for that matter, and then Teo Jakobah. First I should go into a twenty minute rant about how Ripley doesn't deserve it after just a single win but then I would have to address my own flawed record of losing three on the bounce, I'd say that was an impressive performance you had there but it wasn't even televised and so I didn't see it. Lil ol' Ripley is not even big enough to get a spot on tv, hell his presence in this match literally pulled this match backwards on the card. I reckon Teo and I could have scored a main event, and Eric Cobretti would have scored some mid card position but then there is you Mr. Dark and the mean of it all is the fucking opener for a title shot. I will seriously beat the fucking dark out of you, I promise you that, I will send you straight to the next main event.
Eric Cobretti, I start to wonder what in the world is going your way, you are failing in life on every fucking spectrum, title opportunities go begging, wins are hard to come by, you even quit the company after having your ass handed to you multiple times and then you returned just to have your ass handed to you some more. And I don't see your luck changing any time soon, I mean unfortunately you will be facing The supreme one on Monday and your age isn't helping old man, you are slowing down. I honestly feel your best days are behind you and you are here only to receive a nice pension when you finally hang up your gloves. Nice Idea” Shad went into a slow clap nodding his head in approval “In that case you have already won grandma, good for you, good for you. But get ready though, cause I am beating you straight to retirement mima”
Another sip of that delicious hot cocoa gave him the same amount of utility as before, his head jerked back as the delicious taste clouded his mind leaving a chocolate milk mustache on his lips
“Teooooo literally jacked smiggles swag WWH should be expecting a lawsuit from R. R. Tolkien at some point but it seems Tolkiens may have jacked Teo, I mean it only makes sense, why else would a human be so fucking ugly with a face even a mother would hate. He wears more Makeup than Madonna and sting put together, likes long walks on the beach with his master Quint McCain and loves pillow forts, shinny things and uncircumcised penis's. He says the foreskin has a nice taste, I wouldn't know but I know he kisses his mom with a mouth full of the Quints cum. Hugs and kisses will not win you this match Teo, and without a doubt you are one of the best in the business when your head isn't inbetween someones ties but come Monday...Come Monday...Come Monday....Cum Monday, you are fucked... And on that day, all my claims of being great will be more than just claims. It will all finally resonate with everyone in WWH. Goodnite people”
With that said he took another thirst quenching sip of his cooling cocoa and then rose to his feet right after placing them in his fluffy slippers. The camera watched him stroll up his narrow steps as the scene fades to black
