Post by Gambit Green on Jul 17, 2006 22:40:12 GMT -5
The arena rumbles again as Erik Dark continues his promo. Gambit sits in his locker room, eyes closed, deep in thought. He looks up at the florescent lights as they sway back and forth from another Erik Dark line. He reaches onto the chair next to him and picks up the white tape and begins wrapping his wrists.
This is it. Here we go again....
Gambit tears the tape with his teeth and begins wrapping the other one.
It’s been a long time. You’ll have a lot of ring rust.
Gambit: I’ll be ready.
You sure? This isn’t some stupid house show. This is the first round of the Heavyweight title tournament. The first step on our way to greatness.
Gambit: I’m ready.
What are you going to say?
Gambit: Same thing I always do: It’s great to be here, blah blah blah. How is everybody, yadda yadda yadda. All that other crap.
There is a knock at the door. Gambit beckons them in. Through the door walks Tyler Durden, Gambit’s long time friend, agent and lawyer. He’s dressed in a sharp black Armani suit, with a blood red tie. His short brown hair is flat on top and lightly spiked in front. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them in his jacket pocket. A huge gleaming smile overtakes his face.
Tyler: Buddy, buddy, buddy! You ready? This is it, G2, the big night! El Verde Gambino steps back into the ring and totally dominates! I can’t wait, can you wait? I can’t wait!
Gambit: Nope. Not really.
Tyler: Not really? Kurt this is it, man! The first round of a tournament for the KWC World Heavyweight Championship! We’ve never had an opportunity laid before us like this before. We’ve always had to work to get what we want. But this time, it’s like they’re just handing it to us.
Gambit: You know it’s not going to be that easy right? We’re still going to have to work for it, but it’s never been this close so soon.
Tyler: Don’t be modest. It’s in the bag.
Gambit: Whatever.
Gambit throws the tape into his bag and picks up a black Sharpie. He writes “SAM” in thick black letters on the tape on his left wrist. He finishes and stands up, checking his hair in a mirror. His normally long brown locks have been cut short and bleached blond, roughly spiked in every direction.
Gambit: Look good?
Tyler: Hell of a way to lose a bet. Who did this to you again?
Gambit: Samantha did, but I lost the bet to another friend.
Tyler: It’ll grow back in no time. Maybe by Christmas. You ready to rock?
Gambit: Ready as I’ll ever be.
They head out the door and down the corridor, just in time to see Erik Dark walk back through the curtain. He nods at Gambit, who returns the nod, a smug look on his face.
Gambit: I’ll never understand that guy.
Tyler: You ready?
Gambit: Alright, let’s get this over with.
He takes a deep breath, signals to the music director and walks through the curtain.
This is it. Here we go again....
Gambit tears the tape with his teeth and begins wrapping the other one.
It’s been a long time. You’ll have a lot of ring rust.
Gambit: I’ll be ready.
You sure? This isn’t some stupid house show. This is the first round of the Heavyweight title tournament. The first step on our way to greatness.
Gambit: I’m ready.
What are you going to say?
Gambit: Same thing I always do: It’s great to be here, blah blah blah. How is everybody, yadda yadda yadda. All that other crap.
There is a knock at the door. Gambit beckons them in. Through the door walks Tyler Durden, Gambit’s long time friend, agent and lawyer. He’s dressed in a sharp black Armani suit, with a blood red tie. His short brown hair is flat on top and lightly spiked in front. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them in his jacket pocket. A huge gleaming smile overtakes his face.
Tyler: Buddy, buddy, buddy! You ready? This is it, G2, the big night! El Verde Gambino steps back into the ring and totally dominates! I can’t wait, can you wait? I can’t wait!
Gambit: Nope. Not really.
Tyler: Not really? Kurt this is it, man! The first round of a tournament for the KWC World Heavyweight Championship! We’ve never had an opportunity laid before us like this before. We’ve always had to work to get what we want. But this time, it’s like they’re just handing it to us.
Gambit: You know it’s not going to be that easy right? We’re still going to have to work for it, but it’s never been this close so soon.
Tyler: Don’t be modest. It’s in the bag.
Gambit: Whatever.
Gambit throws the tape into his bag and picks up a black Sharpie. He writes “SAM” in thick black letters on the tape on his left wrist. He finishes and stands up, checking his hair in a mirror. His normally long brown locks have been cut short and bleached blond, roughly spiked in every direction.
Gambit: Look good?
Tyler: Hell of a way to lose a bet. Who did this to you again?
Gambit: Samantha did, but I lost the bet to another friend.
Tyler: It’ll grow back in no time. Maybe by Christmas. You ready to rock?
Gambit: Ready as I’ll ever be.
They head out the door and down the corridor, just in time to see Erik Dark walk back through the curtain. He nods at Gambit, who returns the nod, a smug look on his face.
Gambit: I’ll never understand that guy.
Tyler: You ready?
Gambit: Alright, let’s get this over with.
He takes a deep breath, signals to the music director and walks through the curtain.