Post by "Perfection" Evan Cartwright on Jan 7, 2006 10:17:52 GMT -5
-=Casino’s Suite, 2300 hours. This is where Evan finds himself, with the players and brilliant minds of the fed. A real brain and brawn trust The Rat Pack has put together, thanks to the ingeniously deviant minds of Terry Brandon and Chris Casino. Now the time has come for Evan to make his debut match against the veteran journeyman, Maniac. Evan’s head floods with a multitude of thoughts regarding his first match in NAPW and his new found role as the x-factor of the Rat Pack.=-
[The is filled with women of varying color and degree; all dressed in the requisite slut-chic look that Vegas good time girls seem to favor. We find the NAPW World Heavyweight Champion, Chris, with his arms around the waist of a hot little mocha number as he uses his free hand to shoot craps. “Stylin” Kyle Roberts and Bruce “The Beast” Richards are nearby hooting and hollering as they ride Casino’s hot streak of craps shooting. Brandon is engaged in conversation across the room and out of sight for the time being. Evan Cartwright takes in all of this from the balcony, where he is perched. Dressed to the nines in a Sean John suit ensemble and some alligator spats, he is flanked by two stunning brunettes as he methodically puffs on a Macanudo Jamaican cigar. Evan nudges his head to one side and the girls leave him be.]
Evan: So now it is my turn to prove my worth in the ring. Honorable combat with a questionable combatant, one who proclaims himself to be an unpredictable enigma of noteworthy status. Honor among thieves? Surely you jest, my good Maniac. We are two men with similar goals and aspirations, but the only problem for you is, you didn’t sign up with the right faction. You may have some talent and skill, but without the right connections, you most likely will not end up realizing your goal of dominance in this business. As my stable mate The Beast will tell you, mutually beneficial alliances are just that—beneficial to all involved. Look at my team, the NAPW Champion and the Tag Team Champions, and now I have been selected by my manager as the next man to hold the NAPW Provincial Championship. Life is going quite well, and yes, I do sound like I’m really full of myself right now, don’t I? L’etat c’est moi!
[Evan lays his cigar down in a nearby ashtray and takes in the view of Excalibur to his right and the MGM Grand directly across from him. In the distant sky above, the light from the obelisk of Luxor shines like an ethereal spear of divinity.]
Evan: Angels and Devils, whores and virgins… send a maniac to catch one. Honor among thieves, Maniac? No, not this coming Monday, because I will have the honor of besting you in the ring. I realize that my victory is not 100% guaranteed, but the odds are certainly slanted in my favor.
[Evan turns his head and listens as Casino ends up hitting snake eyes while audible groans can be heard from around the craps table gathering. Stylin’ Kyle makes his move to take over the dice tossing while Casino and his lady friends depart while The Beast doesn’t look very pleased (then again, he never looks very pleased to begin with) as he searches for a new drink with a grunt.]
Evan: Eh, guess you can’t win them all. Not that I need the help of my comrades to defeat you, Maniac, but just knowing that I have that ace up my sleeve gives me peace of mind. I know that you’re a man with 11 years in this business and not to be taken lightly, so I will be studying your style and flaws quite carefully. While I’m not quite as wily a veteran older head such as you are, Maniac, I have been in this business long enough to know how to get things done to my liking. And Monday… I want a victory.
[Evan takes another puff from his cigar before snubbing it out and re-entering the party suite. The two brunettes from earlier wrap Evan up between them and lead him across the room to where Casino and Brandon are busy discussing plans (or plans within plans perhaps?) Evan takes a seat with his lady friends as Casino pats him on the back enthusiastically.]
Casino: The Number One Draft Pick outta Illinois… Evan “White Chocolate” Cartwright! Hootah, baby!
Evan: Chris, man, you almost make Maniac look sane.
Brandon: Enough, we talk long term plans tonight. Chris, tell Evan about the interesting call you got earlier in the evening…
[Fade to a commercial for The Gold Standard resort and casino in fabulous Las Vegas.]
[The is filled with women of varying color and degree; all dressed in the requisite slut-chic look that Vegas good time girls seem to favor. We find the NAPW World Heavyweight Champion, Chris, with his arms around the waist of a hot little mocha number as he uses his free hand to shoot craps. “Stylin” Kyle Roberts and Bruce “The Beast” Richards are nearby hooting and hollering as they ride Casino’s hot streak of craps shooting. Brandon is engaged in conversation across the room and out of sight for the time being. Evan Cartwright takes in all of this from the balcony, where he is perched. Dressed to the nines in a Sean John suit ensemble and some alligator spats, he is flanked by two stunning brunettes as he methodically puffs on a Macanudo Jamaican cigar. Evan nudges his head to one side and the girls leave him be.]
Evan: So now it is my turn to prove my worth in the ring. Honorable combat with a questionable combatant, one who proclaims himself to be an unpredictable enigma of noteworthy status. Honor among thieves? Surely you jest, my good Maniac. We are two men with similar goals and aspirations, but the only problem for you is, you didn’t sign up with the right faction. You may have some talent and skill, but without the right connections, you most likely will not end up realizing your goal of dominance in this business. As my stable mate The Beast will tell you, mutually beneficial alliances are just that—beneficial to all involved. Look at my team, the NAPW Champion and the Tag Team Champions, and now I have been selected by my manager as the next man to hold the NAPW Provincial Championship. Life is going quite well, and yes, I do sound like I’m really full of myself right now, don’t I? L’etat c’est moi!
[Evan lays his cigar down in a nearby ashtray and takes in the view of Excalibur to his right and the MGM Grand directly across from him. In the distant sky above, the light from the obelisk of Luxor shines like an ethereal spear of divinity.]
Evan: Angels and Devils, whores and virgins… send a maniac to catch one. Honor among thieves, Maniac? No, not this coming Monday, because I will have the honor of besting you in the ring. I realize that my victory is not 100% guaranteed, but the odds are certainly slanted in my favor.
[Evan turns his head and listens as Casino ends up hitting snake eyes while audible groans can be heard from around the craps table gathering. Stylin’ Kyle makes his move to take over the dice tossing while Casino and his lady friends depart while The Beast doesn’t look very pleased (then again, he never looks very pleased to begin with) as he searches for a new drink with a grunt.]
Evan: Eh, guess you can’t win them all. Not that I need the help of my comrades to defeat you, Maniac, but just knowing that I have that ace up my sleeve gives me peace of mind. I know that you’re a man with 11 years in this business and not to be taken lightly, so I will be studying your style and flaws quite carefully. While I’m not quite as wily a veteran older head such as you are, Maniac, I have been in this business long enough to know how to get things done to my liking. And Monday… I want a victory.
[Evan takes another puff from his cigar before snubbing it out and re-entering the party suite. The two brunettes from earlier wrap Evan up between them and lead him across the room to where Casino and Brandon are busy discussing plans (or plans within plans perhaps?) Evan takes a seat with his lady friends as Casino pats him on the back enthusiastically.]
Casino: The Number One Draft Pick outta Illinois… Evan “White Chocolate” Cartwright! Hootah, baby!
Evan: Chris, man, you almost make Maniac look sane.
Brandon: Enough, we talk long term plans tonight. Chris, tell Evan about the interesting call you got earlier in the evening…
[Fade to a commercial for The Gold Standard resort and casino in fabulous Las Vegas.]