Post by Master of Destruction on Jul 10, 2006 16:22:24 GMT -5
It is late, or early depending upon which way you look at it. We are in a Las Vegas casino. Everything is as clichéd as it could possibly be. In the middle of the room there is a roulette table that is full of rich people trying to become richer. They are all wearing the best clothes and drinking the finest alcohol. Around the room there are varies other tables in which different card games are being played. These tables are near the slot machines, which in essence make a casino. It is the far end of the room, which is intriguing. The bar is fairly void of people except one man. This man is Master of Destruction. The barman is trying to make himself look busy as Master of Destruction throws back a glass of what appears to be brandy down his throat in one go. He is dressed in an Armani suit and does not look out of place. He slams his glass on the wooden surface of the bar. This makes the barman look round quickly.
“Get me another.”
Master of Destruction reaches into his pocket and throws down a few dollar bills. The barman hands him the drink and is not treated to a courteous ‘thank you’ but a simple nod of acknowledgement. Master of Destruction begins to walk away from the bar to one of the other tables. We discover that this table is the Texas Hold’em Poker table. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money, the value of which is not clear. He passes it to the dealer…a pretty women who is clearly there to ‘persuade’ the players to gamble more. There are six players in total including Master of Destruction. He reaches into his top pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. He inches up his sleeve to check the time with his gold Rolex watch. There are still ten minutes till the game begins. He puts his drink on the table and leans over to speak almost in a whisper. The other players do not notice.
“Las Vegas. This is where WFWF has rolled into next. Once again Master of Destruction is booked on the premier TV show and once again Master of Destruction is going to guarantee ratings. But that is not the point. The point is this: I find out that I am booked on the Odium card. Now this is not a problem. I enjoy competing, it gives me something to do. But the problem I have is that I am booked in a match with Trent Draven. I wish that WFWF officials and bookers would get with the freakin’ programme. That ship has well and truly sailed. Everyone knows about my rivalry with the said Trent Draven. But the fact is, everybody who has followed WFWF knows throughout the course of our rivalry I have always been the guy to come out with the victory. What I am trying to say is that I am done or thought I was done with facing Draven. I have been there, done that and won the t-shirt. I have his number and I am a man who enjoys moving on and who enjoys having matches with people who I have never wrestled before. But the ownership want to send me back a step. Well Odium….I will once again defeat Trent Draven and I will once again show that I am a class above him and indeed above all.”
Master of Destruction decides that he does not want to play the game and finishes his drink before walking out of the casino.
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Yeah, a number of things happened...forgot the deadline and had a two day party. This was supposed to be a decent effort but meh. Plus Trent hasn't RP'ed yet as far as I know and I RP'ed last week only to have no opponent.
“Get me another.”
Master of Destruction reaches into his pocket and throws down a few dollar bills. The barman hands him the drink and is not treated to a courteous ‘thank you’ but a simple nod of acknowledgement. Master of Destruction begins to walk away from the bar to one of the other tables. We discover that this table is the Texas Hold’em Poker table. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money, the value of which is not clear. He passes it to the dealer…a pretty women who is clearly there to ‘persuade’ the players to gamble more. There are six players in total including Master of Destruction. He reaches into his top pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. He inches up his sleeve to check the time with his gold Rolex watch. There are still ten minutes till the game begins. He puts his drink on the table and leans over to speak almost in a whisper. The other players do not notice.
“Las Vegas. This is where WFWF has rolled into next. Once again Master of Destruction is booked on the premier TV show and once again Master of Destruction is going to guarantee ratings. But that is not the point. The point is this: I find out that I am booked on the Odium card. Now this is not a problem. I enjoy competing, it gives me something to do. But the problem I have is that I am booked in a match with Trent Draven. I wish that WFWF officials and bookers would get with the freakin’ programme. That ship has well and truly sailed. Everyone knows about my rivalry with the said Trent Draven. But the fact is, everybody who has followed WFWF knows throughout the course of our rivalry I have always been the guy to come out with the victory. What I am trying to say is that I am done or thought I was done with facing Draven. I have been there, done that and won the t-shirt. I have his number and I am a man who enjoys moving on and who enjoys having matches with people who I have never wrestled before. But the ownership want to send me back a step. Well Odium….I will once again defeat Trent Draven and I will once again show that I am a class above him and indeed above all.”
Master of Destruction decides that he does not want to play the game and finishes his drink before walking out of the casino.
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Yeah, a number of things happened...forgot the deadline and had a two day party. This was supposed to be a decent effort but meh. Plus Trent hasn't RP'ed yet as far as I know and I RP'ed last week only to have no opponent.
