Post by Davey Ortega on Sept 15, 2013 17:34:54 GMT
Then
the scene opens with Jumpy and Cass inside Davey's office on either side of his desk. The door opens as Ronald walks in, neither Cass or Jumpy seem happy about this as he confidently walks to the desk the two are at.
Ronald: He's still not here?
Cass: He hasn't been here since Saturday night. No body has seen him since Sunday night.
Jumpy: Well we need a game plan. Going blind for forty eight hours was fun and all, but we seriously have no idea where he has gone or how long he will be gone.
Cass: I agree. Last night I spoke with a Senator for four hours. Seriously, how does he know a Senator?! On top of that, how does he know one so well that he calls?
Ronald: I say this is nothing more than another challenge. He wants too know who will step up and run this place when he takes on of his infamous vacations.
Jumpy: I don't know. The last time he left his casino in the hands of another it was Dr. Preston, back in Vegas. Next thing he knew that place was sold off and torn down.
Cass goes too say something but is cut off by the phone. The three look down at the desk where the phone is. Ringing again as they all look to one another, not sure who will make the move. After a fourth ring Ronald rolls his eyes and picks up the phone. Though before he could utter the word Hello
Davey: Are you all there?
Ronald: I..um..yes?
Davey: Good, put me on speaker.
Ronald hesitates for a moment before pushing the speaker button and hanging up the phone
Davey: Hello Angels, I've always wanted to say that. If you haven't figured it out by now I am going to be indisposed for a few days, week at the most.
Ronald: Where are you?
Davey: On a private jet.
Cass: You own a private a jet?
Davey: Alright, on a friends private jet.
Ronald: You found Dr. Preston?
Davey: I have other friends than Preston. Besides I'm not calling to check in. I'm calling to tell you three that your challenge this week and possibly the next is too keep from burning down my casino. Seriously, don't set fire too it, don't sell it, don't take a wrecking ball too it. Simple, right? Oh..I have too go.
Before they could ask, the line was disconnected. He had hung up leaving them in control.
Ronald: Well, that answers that. I have a few ideas for this place. I think it will draw in a new crowd, something too make us really stand out other than our lackluster name.
Jumpy: I don't think we should change too much, if anything at all. All he wants us too do is run the place while he is away.
Cass: Easier said than done. Sorry Jason but I'm going to have too agree with Ronald on this one. making him more money can not in any way be bad. So, what are your ideas?
The two discuss ideas leaving Jason alone in the office. The scene fades out and into the private jet, a few seconds before Davey ends the phone call.
Davey: ...Seriously, don't set fire too it, don't sell it, don't take a wrecking ball too it. Simple, right? Oh...I have too go.
Davey hangs up his cell, placing it in his jackets inside pocket. he leans back hearing the footsteps of his host, the larger than life Donald Trump, can be heard before he comes into scene, sitting opposite Davey.
Donald: Everything alright?
Davey: Just needed to give the kids directions.
Donald: Ah yes, your contest right? The last one standing gets to be your right hand man. I like how you based it off my show, by the way. I should sue...
Davey: Your ego is amusing. I have actually never seen an episode of your self glorified show. Honestly, the inspiration for the contest came in two parts. One part Hells Kitchen, one part House, fourth season.
Donald: And a personal touch. Who ever wins Hells Kitchen becomes head chef, autonomous from that pompous Gordon. Who ever you choose, or just simply wind up with will not...
Davey: Stop.
Donald: This is from a business stand point David. You would do well to listen to me, just like I listened too your Uncle. They are not your friends. I know you know this, but I also know you are searching for more than just an assistant. You are looking for someone who you can unload all your crap on. Someone who will take your abuse in stride and believe me I have been watching, and none of them can. You will strike a nerve on them because you know them, you made a point of that. You had no idea James had a family, and that threw you. These three offer no element of surprise, and you will drill them until you ultimately drive them away. And the last time you were alone, you lost your stake in Vegas.
Davey: Stop acting like you have an invested interest in me.
Donald: I do! Don't forget who gave you the start up money. Who showed you the empty building that was your future casino.
Davey: That building was a deathtrap. Preston almost died the first time we went there.
Donald: And look what you did with it. Turned it around rather nicely, and I know James had to keep you half way sane to do it. Do you honestly think the three of them, let alone one, can keep you anywhere near the level you need to be at?
Davey: It's not like I'm swimming in options, Don. 99.9 percent of people annoy me, you annoy me. Those three idiots who are probably going too torch my casino annoy me. Though if someone isn't around too keep me grounded it gets...well..complicated. So I'm just rolling with what I got. Sort of why I agreed to this little adventure.
Donald: This ''little adventure'' is going to help you immensely. Have you ever heard of Gibraltar?
Davey: The island with the rock?
Donald: More or less. It's also one hell of a tax haven. There is some commercial property for sale, and I don't think I need to tell you the next step for you is to go international.
Davey: You are flying me half way around the world to look at some real estate that we could of seen over the internet?
Donald: Real life trumps internet dear boy. Besides losing your best friend and declaring all out war in IWF, I figured you could use a vacation.
Davey: Lets keep this professional. IWF has become more personal now more than ever.
Donald nods and Davey looks out the window. The two ride in respectable silence, possibly until they arrived at their destination.
Now
A limo pulls into the parking lot of The Casino coming to a stop as Davey Ortega quickly exits out looking in horror. He is looking at a bouncy house with kids jumping about. In his parking lot! In fact a corner of it has been transformed into a ''Kiddie Korner'' Davey just looks in shock as he makes his way too the doors, the doorman opening up and saying...
Doorman: Welcome to The Casino, where the fun never ends...
The doorman trails a bit at never, seeing who was saying this too as Davey's expression went from horror, confusion, to rage upon hearing the added line. Davey is looking straight into his future former employees soul.
Doorman: ...I
Davey: FIRED!!!
Daveys voice resonates with employees in earshot. They quickly, and quietly, distance themselves from Davey as he walks into the game room looking around, a look of concern crosses his face as he watches a homely woman collect a nice pay out from a slot machine. He makes his way to the opening of the bar, seeing a familiar face behind the bar. William Hartnell, the latest one cut from the contest is busy making and serving drinks. Davey makes his way to the front of the bar.
Davey: Where are they?
William serves a drink too a young lady before giving Davey his attention
Davey...And are we no longer charging for drinks?
William: Ladies Night. After six women drink for free.
Davey: We don't have a ''Ladies Night''
William: Well this is our second one. Glad you're back, everyone wasn't too sure what was going on. Three people telling us three different things. It was a bit taxing.
Davey: Where are they?
William motions to the mirror reflecting down, the two way mirror that no doubt the three remaining contestants are looking at as Davey walks like a man on a mission. He soon gets to to his office where the three are. They can tell Davey is none too happy.
Davey: Who took the lead? And please do not try and convince me that what you did was a collaboration. Because if you were stupid enough to agree one hundred percent on the atrocities in and around my casino I will fire every single one of you and the game begins anew. So I ask again, who took the lead?
Davey glares at the three of them as they seem united, though that facade quickly dissipates as Cass nods at Ronald. Noticing this Ronald look a bit betrayed as he turns to Jason who looks at him, before glancing at Cass and nodding in agreement with her. At this point Ronald looks disgusted.
Davey: You're surprised? The last challenge you shoved her to the floor. Though I have to say I am not too surprised. Always the go getter. You two, make sure everyone knows this is the last ''Ladies Night'', get maintenance to re set the slot machines Bojangles screwed with and get that god damn bouncy house off of my property. NOW!
Cass and Jason start walking quickly towards the door
Davey: A-llonsy!
And the two are out the door.
Davey: And then their was you. What the hell where you thinking? Giving away drinks? Screwing with my slot machines? And why in the Helms Hell is there a bouncy house in my parking lot?
Ronald: I was reaching out to new demographics. I thought making this place family friendly would ultimately make you more money.
Davey: Family friendly? What part of this culture did you want expose children too? The prostitutes in the bar? Seeing daddy lose rent in the card room? Kids do not need to be anywhere near this environment. Nor should the parents be tempted with the idea of dumping their kids in my parking lot just so they could win a few bucks. That is NOT the reputation we uphold, that I uphold. If people want too walk in here and play against the house than fine. I have not and will not give them incentive to do so. Greed is all I have ever needed,well...greed and a word. Never have I stooped to such lows as free drinks and babysitting. I understand that you are ambitious but you are also blind. You would of bankrupted me quicker than Preston. The free drinks every week would be in the tens of thousands, as well as the pay outs from slot machines that really aren't supposed too pay out. You think it is all about money. Yes it's nice but their is so much more. You need direction, and a few more years in the pit you might get it. You're fired.
Ronald can't bring himself to respond, the first time in a long time he has been rendered speechless.
Davey: Now go to the floor and spin the wheel. After all, that is what I pay you for.
Ronald heads towards the door, mumbling something mostly inaudible though one word is heard clear as day too Davey. Kane. Davey starts to head towards Ronald who is already out the door. Davey is half way past the two way mirror before he catches an image in the corner of his eye. He see's half of himself as he is now, and half what he was...a strung out drunken loser. An image that takes him aback, finding the couch and sitting before hearing the familiar laughter coming from the bookcase
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This week, my first week back none the less, feels like a joke match. Not because it's against Joe Everyman, and for the first time that is not the reason mind you, it is the silly stipulation. Though to be honest I didn't mind it when I first saw it. Beating you Joe is not a question for me. I am the bane of your championship existence. At least NCW wise. I remember your first title victory in NCW, do you? A hard fought victory over Dr. Pepper gave you the Xtreme championship and in your first defense you drop the ball, too me. I took your very first title in NCW away from you, and yes that history repeated itself didn't it? Fast forward to...well a familiar date for those nostalgic enough, or nerdy enough, to remember OneElevenZeroNine. When Jack Manson and myself dispatched Dirty Deal to claim the Tag Team titles, something you and your run of the mill partner were unable too do that night. So I take away your first title, deny you your first run at the Tag title, and...I was involved in something else...what was it...
Ah, I remember. It was your first NCW World Title match at Last Stand. No Limits Ladder Match. You sir where in the midst of *the* names then and now. Lance Ryan, Trent Helms, Spike Kane and Davey Ortega. ...And just think I wasn't even in that match, or anywhere near the World Title scene. It may be hazy for you, since you where stretchered out of the match. And yes I know, they know, you made an unexpected comeback...but really...that is not why people remember that event. They remember Lance siding with me, and the ironic twist of the night, Trent Helms becoming World Champion. I may not of directly caused your failure that night but I made a big match impact. That is why I am in the Hall of Fame and you aren't. I may be mostly infamous in NCW, but I do have a few shining spots. Turning Lance is one, causing a near fatal heart attack to Leonard Fox was another, and for the sake of your dignity I won't even go into details of the inner workings of The Empire.
Though as everyone here would be quick to say, this is IWF! It is a ''what have you done for me lately'' business. I get that. And when that question is applied too you and I well one person clearly comes out on top. The first and former Imperial Champion Joe Everyman. I should congratulate you on that tremendous victory, a victory that will stand the test of time. I know it will, because you were the first...and a fluke. You hit your one time, that is a poker term mind you. You finally got there and in your next hand you were dealt rags and played them like an amateur.
If you don't understand the metaphor you can ask your buddies new ally too explain it. I'm talking about The Ace. He named his kids after card games so I would say he is qualified.
Joe I want you too know that I am in no way affiliated with Verona or The Juggs, though I do know they will be watching and will more than likely take it upon themselves to think that their assistance is needed. Let it be known that if I can't make a statement in this match than no one can. When this match was announced I was excited not for the obvious reasons. I mean hey a win over the first Imperial Champ, blind or not, is a win. A bump in the ranks, a nod for a title...this is what the likes of Trent Helms and Cable Arcane crave. Not me. When I saw my name across from yours, especially after your little show of loyalty last Monday, I knew I could use you too my advantage. I knew, and honesty still think, that if I put you in enough pain, contort your body into a sick enough angle, yank your neck back to the point where I hear a disturbing snap...that Spike Kane will run to save you. Even though that it was issued no one, absolutely no one, can come and save you. Joe if he doesn't, if he decides to comply with this ruling...even though he is the number one contender for the Imperial title...he will be sacrificing you.
I guess at this time is where I would say the ''good luck, Joe'' as sarcastically as possible but luck isn't a factor this time around. Make no mistake about it, I do potentially hold your fate in my hands as you once again allow your heart to guide you into another perilous predicament. You ran last week, Joe but that is not an option for you this week. You wouldn't know where you be running too if you tried so you truly are like a lamb to the slaughter. Marching...blindly...get it? I can make bad jokes too!
All joking aside Joe I look at your situation and realize you have been there before. Sure some facts are different now but it's essentially the same. The rising underdog overcame the odds only too fail too defend his dream. And now, just like so many times before, you begin your decent back to mid card mediocrity. It's sad to see you still tapping to that tune after everyone had such high hopes of you finally breaking that glass ceiling. Though for you change is the big scary black guy selling crack, avoid at all cost right boy scout? After all those who can do, and those who can't string from tag partner to tag partner clutching at any ones coat tail for a ride to the top.
Lets sever those ties, shall we?
A-llonsy
the scene opens with Jumpy and Cass inside Davey's office on either side of his desk. The door opens as Ronald walks in, neither Cass or Jumpy seem happy about this as he confidently walks to the desk the two are at.
Ronald: He's still not here?
Cass: He hasn't been here since Saturday night. No body has seen him since Sunday night.
Jumpy: Well we need a game plan. Going blind for forty eight hours was fun and all, but we seriously have no idea where he has gone or how long he will be gone.
Cass: I agree. Last night I spoke with a Senator for four hours. Seriously, how does he know a Senator?! On top of that, how does he know one so well that he calls?
Ronald: I say this is nothing more than another challenge. He wants too know who will step up and run this place when he takes on of his infamous vacations.
Jumpy: I don't know. The last time he left his casino in the hands of another it was Dr. Preston, back in Vegas. Next thing he knew that place was sold off and torn down.
Cass goes too say something but is cut off by the phone. The three look down at the desk where the phone is. Ringing again as they all look to one another, not sure who will make the move. After a fourth ring Ronald rolls his eyes and picks up the phone. Though before he could utter the word Hello
Davey: Are you all there?
Ronald: I..um..yes?
Davey: Good, put me on speaker.
Ronald hesitates for a moment before pushing the speaker button and hanging up the phone
Davey: Hello Angels, I've always wanted to say that. If you haven't figured it out by now I am going to be indisposed for a few days, week at the most.
Ronald: Where are you?
Davey: On a private jet.
Cass: You own a private a jet?
Davey: Alright, on a friends private jet.
Ronald: You found Dr. Preston?
Davey: I have other friends than Preston. Besides I'm not calling to check in. I'm calling to tell you three that your challenge this week and possibly the next is too keep from burning down my casino. Seriously, don't set fire too it, don't sell it, don't take a wrecking ball too it. Simple, right? Oh..I have too go.
Before they could ask, the line was disconnected. He had hung up leaving them in control.
Ronald: Well, that answers that. I have a few ideas for this place. I think it will draw in a new crowd, something too make us really stand out other than our lackluster name.
Jumpy: I don't think we should change too much, if anything at all. All he wants us too do is run the place while he is away.
Cass: Easier said than done. Sorry Jason but I'm going to have too agree with Ronald on this one. making him more money can not in any way be bad. So, what are your ideas?
The two discuss ideas leaving Jason alone in the office. The scene fades out and into the private jet, a few seconds before Davey ends the phone call.
Davey: ...Seriously, don't set fire too it, don't sell it, don't take a wrecking ball too it. Simple, right? Oh...I have too go.
Davey hangs up his cell, placing it in his jackets inside pocket. he leans back hearing the footsteps of his host, the larger than life Donald Trump, can be heard before he comes into scene, sitting opposite Davey.
Donald: Everything alright?
Davey: Just needed to give the kids directions.
Donald: Ah yes, your contest right? The last one standing gets to be your right hand man. I like how you based it off my show, by the way. I should sue...
Davey: Your ego is amusing. I have actually never seen an episode of your self glorified show. Honestly, the inspiration for the contest came in two parts. One part Hells Kitchen, one part House, fourth season.
Donald: And a personal touch. Who ever wins Hells Kitchen becomes head chef, autonomous from that pompous Gordon. Who ever you choose, or just simply wind up with will not...
Davey: Stop.
Donald: This is from a business stand point David. You would do well to listen to me, just like I listened too your Uncle. They are not your friends. I know you know this, but I also know you are searching for more than just an assistant. You are looking for someone who you can unload all your crap on. Someone who will take your abuse in stride and believe me I have been watching, and none of them can. You will strike a nerve on them because you know them, you made a point of that. You had no idea James had a family, and that threw you. These three offer no element of surprise, and you will drill them until you ultimately drive them away. And the last time you were alone, you lost your stake in Vegas.
Davey: Stop acting like you have an invested interest in me.
Donald: I do! Don't forget who gave you the start up money. Who showed you the empty building that was your future casino.
Davey: That building was a deathtrap. Preston almost died the first time we went there.
Donald: And look what you did with it. Turned it around rather nicely, and I know James had to keep you half way sane to do it. Do you honestly think the three of them, let alone one, can keep you anywhere near the level you need to be at?
Davey: It's not like I'm swimming in options, Don. 99.9 percent of people annoy me, you annoy me. Those three idiots who are probably going too torch my casino annoy me. Though if someone isn't around too keep me grounded it gets...well..complicated. So I'm just rolling with what I got. Sort of why I agreed to this little adventure.
Donald: This ''little adventure'' is going to help you immensely. Have you ever heard of Gibraltar?
Davey: The island with the rock?
Donald: More or less. It's also one hell of a tax haven. There is some commercial property for sale, and I don't think I need to tell you the next step for you is to go international.
Davey: You are flying me half way around the world to look at some real estate that we could of seen over the internet?
Donald: Real life trumps internet dear boy. Besides losing your best friend and declaring all out war in IWF, I figured you could use a vacation.
Davey: Lets keep this professional. IWF has become more personal now more than ever.
Donald nods and Davey looks out the window. The two ride in respectable silence, possibly until they arrived at their destination.
Now
A limo pulls into the parking lot of The Casino coming to a stop as Davey Ortega quickly exits out looking in horror. He is looking at a bouncy house with kids jumping about. In his parking lot! In fact a corner of it has been transformed into a ''Kiddie Korner'' Davey just looks in shock as he makes his way too the doors, the doorman opening up and saying...
Doorman: Welcome to The Casino, where the fun never ends...
The doorman trails a bit at never, seeing who was saying this too as Davey's expression went from horror, confusion, to rage upon hearing the added line. Davey is looking straight into his future former employees soul.
Doorman: ...I
Davey: FIRED!!!
Daveys voice resonates with employees in earshot. They quickly, and quietly, distance themselves from Davey as he walks into the game room looking around, a look of concern crosses his face as he watches a homely woman collect a nice pay out from a slot machine. He makes his way to the opening of the bar, seeing a familiar face behind the bar. William Hartnell, the latest one cut from the contest is busy making and serving drinks. Davey makes his way to the front of the bar.
Davey: Where are they?
William serves a drink too a young lady before giving Davey his attention
Davey...And are we no longer charging for drinks?
William: Ladies Night. After six women drink for free.
Davey: We don't have a ''Ladies Night''
William: Well this is our second one. Glad you're back, everyone wasn't too sure what was going on. Three people telling us three different things. It was a bit taxing.
Davey: Where are they?
William motions to the mirror reflecting down, the two way mirror that no doubt the three remaining contestants are looking at as Davey walks like a man on a mission. He soon gets to to his office where the three are. They can tell Davey is none too happy.
Davey: Who took the lead? And please do not try and convince me that what you did was a collaboration. Because if you were stupid enough to agree one hundred percent on the atrocities in and around my casino I will fire every single one of you and the game begins anew. So I ask again, who took the lead?
Davey glares at the three of them as they seem united, though that facade quickly dissipates as Cass nods at Ronald. Noticing this Ronald look a bit betrayed as he turns to Jason who looks at him, before glancing at Cass and nodding in agreement with her. At this point Ronald looks disgusted.
Davey: You're surprised? The last challenge you shoved her to the floor. Though I have to say I am not too surprised. Always the go getter. You two, make sure everyone knows this is the last ''Ladies Night'', get maintenance to re set the slot machines Bojangles screwed with and get that god damn bouncy house off of my property. NOW!
Cass and Jason start walking quickly towards the door
Davey: A-llonsy!
And the two are out the door.
Davey: And then their was you. What the hell where you thinking? Giving away drinks? Screwing with my slot machines? And why in the Helms Hell is there a bouncy house in my parking lot?
Ronald: I was reaching out to new demographics. I thought making this place family friendly would ultimately make you more money.
Davey: Family friendly? What part of this culture did you want expose children too? The prostitutes in the bar? Seeing daddy lose rent in the card room? Kids do not need to be anywhere near this environment. Nor should the parents be tempted with the idea of dumping their kids in my parking lot just so they could win a few bucks. That is NOT the reputation we uphold, that I uphold. If people want too walk in here and play against the house than fine. I have not and will not give them incentive to do so. Greed is all I have ever needed,well...greed and a word. Never have I stooped to such lows as free drinks and babysitting. I understand that you are ambitious but you are also blind. You would of bankrupted me quicker than Preston. The free drinks every week would be in the tens of thousands, as well as the pay outs from slot machines that really aren't supposed too pay out. You think it is all about money. Yes it's nice but their is so much more. You need direction, and a few more years in the pit you might get it. You're fired.
Ronald can't bring himself to respond, the first time in a long time he has been rendered speechless.
Davey: Now go to the floor and spin the wheel. After all, that is what I pay you for.
Ronald heads towards the door, mumbling something mostly inaudible though one word is heard clear as day too Davey. Kane. Davey starts to head towards Ronald who is already out the door. Davey is half way past the two way mirror before he catches an image in the corner of his eye. He see's half of himself as he is now, and half what he was...a strung out drunken loser. An image that takes him aback, finding the couch and sitting before hearing the familiar laughter coming from the bookcase
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This week, my first week back none the less, feels like a joke match. Not because it's against Joe Everyman, and for the first time that is not the reason mind you, it is the silly stipulation. Though to be honest I didn't mind it when I first saw it. Beating you Joe is not a question for me. I am the bane of your championship existence. At least NCW wise. I remember your first title victory in NCW, do you? A hard fought victory over Dr. Pepper gave you the Xtreme championship and in your first defense you drop the ball, too me. I took your very first title in NCW away from you, and yes that history repeated itself didn't it? Fast forward to...well a familiar date for those nostalgic enough, or nerdy enough, to remember OneElevenZeroNine. When Jack Manson and myself dispatched Dirty Deal to claim the Tag Team titles, something you and your run of the mill partner were unable too do that night. So I take away your first title, deny you your first run at the Tag title, and...I was involved in something else...what was it...
Ah, I remember. It was your first NCW World Title match at Last Stand. No Limits Ladder Match. You sir where in the midst of *the* names then and now. Lance Ryan, Trent Helms, Spike Kane and Davey Ortega. ...And just think I wasn't even in that match, or anywhere near the World Title scene. It may be hazy for you, since you where stretchered out of the match. And yes I know, they know, you made an unexpected comeback...but really...that is not why people remember that event. They remember Lance siding with me, and the ironic twist of the night, Trent Helms becoming World Champion. I may not of directly caused your failure that night but I made a big match impact. That is why I am in the Hall of Fame and you aren't. I may be mostly infamous in NCW, but I do have a few shining spots. Turning Lance is one, causing a near fatal heart attack to Leonard Fox was another, and for the sake of your dignity I won't even go into details of the inner workings of The Empire.
Though as everyone here would be quick to say, this is IWF! It is a ''what have you done for me lately'' business. I get that. And when that question is applied too you and I well one person clearly comes out on top. The first and former Imperial Champion Joe Everyman. I should congratulate you on that tremendous victory, a victory that will stand the test of time. I know it will, because you were the first...and a fluke. You hit your one time, that is a poker term mind you. You finally got there and in your next hand you were dealt rags and played them like an amateur.
If you don't understand the metaphor you can ask your buddies new ally too explain it. I'm talking about The Ace. He named his kids after card games so I would say he is qualified.
Joe I want you too know that I am in no way affiliated with Verona or The Juggs, though I do know they will be watching and will more than likely take it upon themselves to think that their assistance is needed. Let it be known that if I can't make a statement in this match than no one can. When this match was announced I was excited not for the obvious reasons. I mean hey a win over the first Imperial Champ, blind or not, is a win. A bump in the ranks, a nod for a title...this is what the likes of Trent Helms and Cable Arcane crave. Not me. When I saw my name across from yours, especially after your little show of loyalty last Monday, I knew I could use you too my advantage. I knew, and honesty still think, that if I put you in enough pain, contort your body into a sick enough angle, yank your neck back to the point where I hear a disturbing snap...that Spike Kane will run to save you. Even though that it was issued no one, absolutely no one, can come and save you. Joe if he doesn't, if he decides to comply with this ruling...even though he is the number one contender for the Imperial title...he will be sacrificing you.
I guess at this time is where I would say the ''good luck, Joe'' as sarcastically as possible but luck isn't a factor this time around. Make no mistake about it, I do potentially hold your fate in my hands as you once again allow your heart to guide you into another perilous predicament. You ran last week, Joe but that is not an option for you this week. You wouldn't know where you be running too if you tried so you truly are like a lamb to the slaughter. Marching...blindly...get it? I can make bad jokes too!
All joking aside Joe I look at your situation and realize you have been there before. Sure some facts are different now but it's essentially the same. The rising underdog overcame the odds only too fail too defend his dream. And now, just like so many times before, you begin your decent back to mid card mediocrity. It's sad to see you still tapping to that tune after everyone had such high hopes of you finally breaking that glass ceiling. Though for you change is the big scary black guy selling crack, avoid at all cost right boy scout? After all those who can do, and those who can't string from tag partner to tag partner clutching at any ones coat tail for a ride to the top.
Lets sever those ties, shall we?
A-llonsy
Well howdy there pardner.