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Rage in the Cage: Cage Match: Psycho (c) vs. Doc Silver
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The World's Finest
(The shot opens upon the gold of the WFW. As the camera pulls back we see it's laying upon the shoulder of new champion Psycho. He stands before a WFW backdrop a big smile under the fabric if his mask. He's otherwise dressed causal in strert clothes t-shir tand jeans. In his opposite hand he grips a folded steel chair. The camera moves in just alittle as he begins to speak)
Psycho: (looks at the belt and back) Well here it is. I told everyone that one way opr the other I would walk out with the WFW title upon my shoulder and around my waist. Now Doc..I know your going to come out an try and take credit for all of this, but save it. I have no doubt in my mind I can beat Shawn Hart. After all he sure hasn't proven he can beat me. I was shaking off the cobwebs Doc when I saw Shawn Hart run up for that pole. (laughs) It's just like Shawn to try and put that exclamation on an already done sentence. Ah, but I got just what I wanted...I got Shawn Hart to make a mistake and I took advantage of it. I suppose you'll want me to thank you for that chair shot...well that's not going to happen Doc. because when we get into the ring with each other...well you'll wind up just as you did in your last match...out cold?
(Psycho unfolds the chair and slowly sits down. He brings one foot upon his knee and relaxes)
Psycho: Of course that depends if we hear anythign from you this time arounmd, It sure was nice not hearing you run your mouth Doc. What keep your silience? Was walking into a fight you couldn't possibly win knock the ego of yours mute? Well Doc...you just hold your tongue once more, because your in the same place once again. See this is what I wanted all along. You took the cheap way out when we first meet...well you can bet I won't let that happen again. No...I'm ready for you this time Doc...I'm ready and willing. See the shoe is on the other foot this time. I have the title...It's in MY possesion and your the one chasing me. I bet it kills you to have thta title not around your waist anymore and Doc what makes it even worse is that I doubt you ahve what it takes to get it back from me
(He stands up and steps forward)
Psycho: See I'm one the look out this time Doc. No cheapshot will win this time around, because I'll be the one taking them. The belt is MINE now. Mine...if you want it back your going to have to go beyond just the extreme. See Doc there is NO line I'm willing to cross now. There's NO rule I won't break and no line I WON'T cross. "The American Dangerman" just got alot more dangerous, because I'm got something on the line this time. That's where you went wrong. you didn't get on the defensive when you had the belt...weren't prepared for the target on your back. Well Doc...I know there's a target on me...a big Bulls-Eye every wrestling see and a bountry of gold to collect. Well ket them come...let the try...let it all start with you.
(He steps foward and stares deeply into the camera)
Psycho: Because no matter how hard they try...it will all...END WITH ME!!! I'm "The American Dangerman" I'm the one true Psycho in wrestling...anyone who wants to take this belt from me. Well you'll see just how crazy I can get. Be seeing you Doc
(He turns his back to the camera and walks away dragging the chair with him)
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(The shot opens upon the gold of the WFW. As the camera pulls back we see it's laying upon the shoulder of new champion Psycho. He stands before a WFW backdrop a big smile under the fabric if his mask. He's otherwise dressed causal in strert clothes t-shir tand jeans. In his opposite hand he grips a folded steel chair. The camera moves in just alittle as he begins to speak)
Psycho: (looks at the belt and back) Well here it is. I told everyone that one way opr the other I would walk out with the WFW title upon my shoulder and around my waist. Now Doc..I know your going to come out an try and take credit for all of this, but save it. I have no doubt in my mind I can beat Shawn Hart. After all he sure hasn't proven he can beat me. I was shaking off the cobwebs Doc when I saw Shawn Hart run up for that pole. (laughs) It's just like Shawn to try and put that exclamation on an already done sentence. Ah, but I got just what I wanted...I got Shawn Hart to make a mistake and I took advantage of it. I suppose you'll want me to thank you for that chair shot...well that's not going to happen Doc. because when we get into the ring with each other...well you'll wind up just as you did in your last match...out cold?
(Psycho unfolds the chair and slowly sits down. He brings one foot upon his knee and relaxes)
Psycho: Of course that depends if we hear anythign from you this time arounmd, It sure was nice not hearing you run your mouth Doc. What keep your silience? Was walking into a fight you couldn't possibly win knock the ego of yours mute? Well Doc...you just hold your tongue once more, because your in the same place once again. See this is what I wanted all along. You took the cheap way out when we first meet...well you can bet I won't let that happen again. No...I'm ready for you this time Doc...I'm ready and willing. See the shoe is on the other foot this time. I have the title...It's in MY possesion and your the one chasing me. I bet it kills you to have thta title not around your waist anymore and Doc what makes it even worse is that I doubt you ahve what it takes to get it back from me
(He stands up and steps forward)
Psycho: See I'm one the look out this time Doc. No cheapshot will win this time around, because I'll be the one taking them. The belt is MINE now. Mine...if you want it back your going to have to go beyond just the extreme. See Doc there is NO line I'm willing to cross now. There's NO rule I won't break and no line I WON'T cross. "The American Dangerman" just got alot more dangerous, because I'm got something on the line this time. That's where you went wrong. you didn't get on the defensive when you had the belt...weren't prepared for the target on your back. Well Doc...I know there's a target on me...a big Bulls-Eye every wrestling see and a bountry of gold to collect. Well ket them come...let the try...let it all start with you.
(He steps foward and stares deeply into the camera)
Psycho: Because no matter how hard they try...it will all...END WITH ME!!! I'm "The American Dangerman" I'm the one true Psycho in wrestling...anyone who wants to take this belt from me. Well you'll see just how crazy I can get. Be seeing you Doc
(He turns his back to the camera and walks away dragging the chair with him)
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Becoming un-numb.
(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting on a couch.)
DOC: Pyscho...I want to tell you a story, it's about a small time pro at poker. Quit his job and decided to make a career out of poker. And he played and played, but then the game got to him. You gotta play cold, clinical, uncaring, you can't be emotional, just bet when you have it, fold when you don't, accept the harsh reality when some idiot draws out on you when they had no business being in the pot. Time is your friend...You'll Make your money.
Problem is that it gets to you, it's so mundane, so boring, day in and day out, playing the same cards, the same hands, dealing with the same people...It's such a grind...So you try to escape the grind...You do drugs...And now you got a smack habit to feed...And then you fall apart, your life goes to hell, and you just crumble into dust...
Now I've been there on the painkillers, the booze, I've made the mistakes, I am a VH-1 BTM special...I had the 'nightmare descent into drugs' they have on all those shows...And that's all well and good, but right now, I know you're wondering what the hell does any of this have to do with you...You're nuts, you're the maniac, the basket case who's gotta be the most dangerious man alive...
Well, it has to do with belts...I've become numb to them...Right now you clutch that belt like it's the love of your life, your blushing bride, the date for your prom...
For me, that belt, like so many others, is a cheap whore, a one night stand, a groupie throwing herself at me...
When you've reached my level the belts just flow like wine. You can't join a company without having one just will itself around your waist. BAD handed me a World Title just for showing up, like I was some lucky guy to win the door prize...And WFW, I had to beat all of Mike Manson, a 2nd rate knock off of me, and Shawn Hart, a nobody never was, to win the title...And really, what's the challenge in that?
And so I got lazy, I fell asleep at the wheel, and I'll admit that, I went into that ring in the 4 way dance and figured I'd just show up, and just for attending, I'd win, much like high schools across America pass kids just for showing up in spite of the fact that they refuse to learn. And I was wrong, I found 3 men who were very hungry, very determined, and you were the lucky winner of the 'Doc Silver Apathy Lotto' and thusly, you get to hold my belt for a show...
But now Pyscho...I've woken up...And now, I'm more then ready to put in the token effort to beat you...Don't kid yourself, you winning that title was becuase of me, not because of what I did in that ring, but because of what I did outside of it, which was not care, not worry, not put myself into the frame of mind needed to be a champion...But I do use that term loosely, because you're not a champion...(shakes head) I'll prove that to you in that cage...
This will be the darkest day for the American Dangerman, because he'll have no excuses, no pat lines, you won't be able to pull a Sosa and say the corked bat was just to put on a BP show for the fans...You'll just have to admit that you're NOWHERE near my league...
This isn't gonna be the Doc 'bump and blade' special...This is gonna be me, pissed off that I let one get away, to a person of your lowly standing, and taking it out on you...This would be like a Re-match of Rams/Patriots...The Rams win that game 44-7...But you, unlike the Pats, can't take that title and run to the offseason with it...You have to pay the price of waking up a sleeping giant...And this giant is quite awake, he's VERY unhappy with what happened...And he's going to make sure you don't leave with HIS title...And you don't EVER win it again...
And I will break you...I'm going to expose you for the fraud you are...And you will wonder the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...(FADEOUT)
(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting on a couch.)
DOC: Pyscho...I want to tell you a story, it's about a small time pro at poker. Quit his job and decided to make a career out of poker. And he played and played, but then the game got to him. You gotta play cold, clinical, uncaring, you can't be emotional, just bet when you have it, fold when you don't, accept the harsh reality when some idiot draws out on you when they had no business being in the pot. Time is your friend...You'll Make your money.
Problem is that it gets to you, it's so mundane, so boring, day in and day out, playing the same cards, the same hands, dealing with the same people...It's such a grind...So you try to escape the grind...You do drugs...And now you got a smack habit to feed...And then you fall apart, your life goes to hell, and you just crumble into dust...
Now I've been there on the painkillers, the booze, I've made the mistakes, I am a VH-1 BTM special...I had the 'nightmare descent into drugs' they have on all those shows...And that's all well and good, but right now, I know you're wondering what the hell does any of this have to do with you...You're nuts, you're the maniac, the basket case who's gotta be the most dangerious man alive...
Well, it has to do with belts...I've become numb to them...Right now you clutch that belt like it's the love of your life, your blushing bride, the date for your prom...
For me, that belt, like so many others, is a cheap whore, a one night stand, a groupie throwing herself at me...
When you've reached my level the belts just flow like wine. You can't join a company without having one just will itself around your waist. BAD handed me a World Title just for showing up, like I was some lucky guy to win the door prize...And WFW, I had to beat all of Mike Manson, a 2nd rate knock off of me, and Shawn Hart, a nobody never was, to win the title...And really, what's the challenge in that?
And so I got lazy, I fell asleep at the wheel, and I'll admit that, I went into that ring in the 4 way dance and figured I'd just show up, and just for attending, I'd win, much like high schools across America pass kids just for showing up in spite of the fact that they refuse to learn. And I was wrong, I found 3 men who were very hungry, very determined, and you were the lucky winner of the 'Doc Silver Apathy Lotto' and thusly, you get to hold my belt for a show...
But now Pyscho...I've woken up...And now, I'm more then ready to put in the token effort to beat you...Don't kid yourself, you winning that title was becuase of me, not because of what I did in that ring, but because of what I did outside of it, which was not care, not worry, not put myself into the frame of mind needed to be a champion...But I do use that term loosely, because you're not a champion...(shakes head) I'll prove that to you in that cage...
This will be the darkest day for the American Dangerman, because he'll have no excuses, no pat lines, you won't be able to pull a Sosa and say the corked bat was just to put on a BP show for the fans...You'll just have to admit that you're NOWHERE near my league...
This isn't gonna be the Doc 'bump and blade' special...This is gonna be me, pissed off that I let one get away, to a person of your lowly standing, and taking it out on you...This would be like a Re-match of Rams/Patriots...The Rams win that game 44-7...But you, unlike the Pats, can't take that title and run to the offseason with it...You have to pay the price of waking up a sleeping giant...And this giant is quite awake, he's VERY unhappy with what happened...And he's going to make sure you don't leave with HIS title...And you don't EVER win it again...
And I will break you...I'm going to expose you for the fraud you are...And you will wonder the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...(FADEOUT)
Doc and The Crying Game
(In the emptiness well after hours inside the Hellion dojo the camera opens onto the sight of Psycho. He stands inside one of the wrestling rings as it's surrounded by a ten foot steel cage. Upon his shoulders rests the WFW World Title. The camera moves forward to see him looking intently intot he lens from behind his mask. Outside the cage over loud speakers you can hear the voice of Doc Silver echoing from wall to wall. His promo is played to the very last word as Psycho simply stands a smile clearly visable under his mask. The camera moves in close as Doc finally comes to a close
Doc Silver "And I will break you...I'm going to expose you for the fraud you are...And you will wonder the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains
(He pauses for a moment lettign the last echo bounce off the cement walls)
Psycho: (mock applause) I thank you for the story Doc? I think everyone does. The little story of that poor gambler and his terrible life. It seems while you stayed so quiet leading up to that big four-way dance you had plenty of time to catch that marathon of Lucky on the FX channel. My...what a story it is indeed. You left out that tragic part about his wige dying...instead Doc you placed yourself in that pitiful role. You, your tragic story of drugs and oain killers. Of how this business is so terrible on ones self and how you've put it upon your broad shoulders now to make that emotinal comeback.
(Pretends you wipe a tear from his eye)
Psycho: WELL I COULD CARE LESS!!! (spits) There you go Doc...some spit to polish that shiny glass of whine you poured allover yourself. You know I might not have been around this business fro as long as you, but isn't ti funny how the title never emans ANYTHING once you've lost it. Yet dor some reason...some silly reason your always bound in determined to get it back. Well which is is it? Are you above this belt upon my shoulder or have you really awoken with a new focus. (shrugs) Well Doc it all rings allittle holow to me. The simple fact...well the simple fact is this...YOU LOST!!! To late to make excuses...only REAL losers do that and they look sad in doing it. I've gto a more plausable excuse Doc...one that might at leas tbe honest. You've lost your edge? You did NOTHING to win this belt and you did even less to keep it.
(He laughs out loud and slaps his palm upon the belt)
Psycho: Now this belt is mine and all you have is excuses. Why? because the edge is gone. You know what that was Doc? That fine line of greatness you walk...that this wall of being just alittle better then every one else...that tiny height between your thumb and index finger that you can show just how much better you are then the other guy. You lost your balance Doc...and you feel off your edge. Now you hanging off it Doc...your hanging of it by your fingertips and the best part about it...at least in my case
(He looks up and down at the surrounding steel cage)
Psycho: That I get to meet you in this steel structure...I get to step on your fingers one at a time and then...I GET TO WATCH YOU FALL!!!! (sadistic laugh) See Doc...your right about one thing. Here in this cage...there will be no excuses. You won't be able to play the weak man and blame the drugs...the booze...the blifeastyle we choose...none of that will fly. All that will matter is what goes down between the two of us in this cage. You want to expose me for a fraud? You go right ahead, but mind you words Doc...you can run me down all you want, but that only makes it look ALOT worse when you fail one more time. Your hanging on the edge Doc
(camera moves in and Psycho holds his thumb and index finger about an inch apart)
Psycho: This is the edge Doc...this is what you had and this is now how much better then I am then you. Why? Simple I have the belt. You come up with any reason for it whatsoever, but if the tables were turned you'd be teling me it doesn't matter HOW you got the belt...just that you have it. The Rams might have one that rematch, but guess what Doc? THEY STILL LOST THE GAME THAT COUNTS!!!
(The camera pulls back from his fingers and Psycho stand center cage with the belt proudly around his waist)
Psycho: This isn't Bad Doc...no belt will be handed to you. In that cage with me the only thing that will be handed to you is what your sitting on as you watch me now. In just a short time I'll be gettig just what I wanted since the last time we meet. You couldn't beat me cleanly in the tournament...you needed Manson to put Shawn Hart down and against the odds you failed to be a champion when it counted. Well this time it going to count Doc. This time the belt is mine and I want NO DOUBT who the better man is.
(He walks forward and slips his fingers through the mesh of the steel cage)
Psycho: I don't want any excuses Doc...do you hear me? You want to expose me...your pissed off and ready this time. Well fine...then you should be then happy with what I have to say. because the voices inside my head had one hell of an idea. See Doc...I don't want just a silly steel cage match. I want one that truly befits "The American Dangerman" (pokes a finger out) Your WFW Champion...Indeed The World's Finest Wrestler. That's why I have a request.
(He takes a few steps back and looks up)
Psycho: I want razor wire atop the cage...I want NO WAY for you to climb out. AND...and here's the topper.
(He steps forward glarign through the cage at the camera)
Psycho: Once you've stepped into the cage and decided your ready to face me. I want the door WELDED SHUT!!! That's right Doc...now way out for either of us. Then...finally I want the bell rung and the two of us settle this match. You might not be man enough to agree to that Doc, but are you pissed enough to do it? See Doc...I am. That's what gives me my edge...that's why I'm the champion and YOUR not. That's what makes me "THE AMERICAN DANGERMAN" and like it or not. That's what is going to beat the hell out of you inside this cage. I think you've lost your edge Doc...will you agree to try and get it back on MY TERMS!!! or as I suspect...have you lost your edge? I await your answer Doc...let's see how happy you are now?
(Psycho let's loose a sadistic laugh as he slaps his hands upon the title, turns his back tot eh camera and walks away)
<FTB>
(In the emptiness well after hours inside the Hellion dojo the camera opens onto the sight of Psycho. He stands inside one of the wrestling rings as it's surrounded by a ten foot steel cage. Upon his shoulders rests the WFW World Title. The camera moves forward to see him looking intently intot he lens from behind his mask. Outside the cage over loud speakers you can hear the voice of Doc Silver echoing from wall to wall. His promo is played to the very last word as Psycho simply stands a smile clearly visable under his mask. The camera moves in close as Doc finally comes to a close
Doc Silver "And I will break you...I'm going to expose you for the fraud you are...And you will wonder the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains
(He pauses for a moment lettign the last echo bounce off the cement walls)
Psycho: (mock applause) I thank you for the story Doc? I think everyone does. The little story of that poor gambler and his terrible life. It seems while you stayed so quiet leading up to that big four-way dance you had plenty of time to catch that marathon of Lucky on the FX channel. My...what a story it is indeed. You left out that tragic part about his wige dying...instead Doc you placed yourself in that pitiful role. You, your tragic story of drugs and oain killers. Of how this business is so terrible on ones self and how you've put it upon your broad shoulders now to make that emotinal comeback.
(Pretends you wipe a tear from his eye)
Psycho: WELL I COULD CARE LESS!!! (spits) There you go Doc...some spit to polish that shiny glass of whine you poured allover yourself. You know I might not have been around this business fro as long as you, but isn't ti funny how the title never emans ANYTHING once you've lost it. Yet dor some reason...some silly reason your always bound in determined to get it back. Well which is is it? Are you above this belt upon my shoulder or have you really awoken with a new focus. (shrugs) Well Doc it all rings allittle holow to me. The simple fact...well the simple fact is this...YOU LOST!!! To late to make excuses...only REAL losers do that and they look sad in doing it. I've gto a more plausable excuse Doc...one that might at leas tbe honest. You've lost your edge? You did NOTHING to win this belt and you did even less to keep it.
(He laughs out loud and slaps his palm upon the belt)
Psycho: Now this belt is mine and all you have is excuses. Why? because the edge is gone. You know what that was Doc? That fine line of greatness you walk...that this wall of being just alittle better then every one else...that tiny height between your thumb and index finger that you can show just how much better you are then the other guy. You lost your balance Doc...and you feel off your edge. Now you hanging off it Doc...your hanging of it by your fingertips and the best part about it...at least in my case
(He looks up and down at the surrounding steel cage)
Psycho: That I get to meet you in this steel structure...I get to step on your fingers one at a time and then...I GET TO WATCH YOU FALL!!!! (sadistic laugh) See Doc...your right about one thing. Here in this cage...there will be no excuses. You won't be able to play the weak man and blame the drugs...the booze...the blifeastyle we choose...none of that will fly. All that will matter is what goes down between the two of us in this cage. You want to expose me for a fraud? You go right ahead, but mind you words Doc...you can run me down all you want, but that only makes it look ALOT worse when you fail one more time. Your hanging on the edge Doc
(camera moves in and Psycho holds his thumb and index finger about an inch apart)
Psycho: This is the edge Doc...this is what you had and this is now how much better then I am then you. Why? Simple I have the belt. You come up with any reason for it whatsoever, but if the tables were turned you'd be teling me it doesn't matter HOW you got the belt...just that you have it. The Rams might have one that rematch, but guess what Doc? THEY STILL LOST THE GAME THAT COUNTS!!!
(The camera pulls back from his fingers and Psycho stand center cage with the belt proudly around his waist)
Psycho: This isn't Bad Doc...no belt will be handed to you. In that cage with me the only thing that will be handed to you is what your sitting on as you watch me now. In just a short time I'll be gettig just what I wanted since the last time we meet. You couldn't beat me cleanly in the tournament...you needed Manson to put Shawn Hart down and against the odds you failed to be a champion when it counted. Well this time it going to count Doc. This time the belt is mine and I want NO DOUBT who the better man is.
(He walks forward and slips his fingers through the mesh of the steel cage)
Psycho: I don't want any excuses Doc...do you hear me? You want to expose me...your pissed off and ready this time. Well fine...then you should be then happy with what I have to say. because the voices inside my head had one hell of an idea. See Doc...I don't want just a silly steel cage match. I want one that truly befits "The American Dangerman" (pokes a finger out) Your WFW Champion...Indeed The World's Finest Wrestler. That's why I have a request.
(He takes a few steps back and looks up)
Psycho: I want razor wire atop the cage...I want NO WAY for you to climb out. AND...and here's the topper.
(He steps forward glarign through the cage at the camera)
Psycho: Once you've stepped into the cage and decided your ready to face me. I want the door WELDED SHUT!!! That's right Doc...now way out for either of us. Then...finally I want the bell rung and the two of us settle this match. You might not be man enough to agree to that Doc, but are you pissed enough to do it? See Doc...I am. That's what gives me my edge...that's why I'm the champion and YOUR not. That's what makes me "THE AMERICAN DANGERMAN" and like it or not. That's what is going to beat the hell out of you inside this cage. I think you've lost your edge Doc...will you agree to try and get it back on MY TERMS!!! or as I suspect...have you lost your edge? I await your answer Doc...let's see how happy you are now?
(Psycho let's loose a sadistic laugh as he slaps his hands upon the title, turns his back tot eh camera and walks away)
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Sweet Cuppin' Cakes
(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting at a table. He smiles as he looks at the camera.)
DOC: Lucky? God I hate that show...They have this character, who's the WORLD POKER CHAMP...So you would expect that if he were to sit at a table with, well, ANYONE he wins, this guy is Neo, and the people he's playing are not Agents, or even the little ##### boys of the Merovingian, who when not turning into ghosts or being shot by his wife with silver bullets...Are generally useless Vs Neo...The people he's playing against are helpless doomed #####, they couldn't beat him in a million years, yet he loses to people all the time, he loses to some random woman who rivers him on a flush and he grumples about it, as if ANY real pro would complain...They would just sit back and wait, and let you keep chasing, and sooner or later, you won't get there...
Lucky is in a word, Bulls***...So by all means, please, continue enjoying that drek...And also, continue to ignore me...
But now let's keep the poker theme going, because I did just watch the WPT, so really, I'm in the mood for card talk...Now the fact is this, if I've got a pair of aces...And I got 9 idiots cap betting pre-flop with me, I'm in for a white knuckle ride to the river as I have to deal with this minefield of nitwits, blindly raising and re-raising each other while I sit there hoping against hope that in the end, none of them has 5-8 because that's the nut straight...
And well Psycho, that's what happened in our little 4 way dance, you were the idiot putting nearly 1,000 dollars in the pot, and hitting your draw on the river...On a board of A-K-4-6-7 you stayed the whole way because you just knew in your heart of hearts, that you were gonna get paid off...And that's what happened, you threw your two cards on the table and raised your little fists in the air and the dealer shoved all the chips over to you, but in this case, the chips were the WFW World Title...
But now Psycho...We're heads up, and again, it's me in one corner, Doc Silver, who's just flat out 20 times better then you, a drooling nitwit who's name is so mind-numbingly orginal that there may very well be more 'Psychos' in the indy leagues of Wrestling there there are legit Doctors with the last name Silver...And now you're once again sitting there with 2 cards, unsuited, non-connecting, but as we all know, "Any two will do" and that other legendary battlecry of the casino "there are no bad hands, only bad flops!" but this time, you sit there with your drek...And you have the worst hand in Hold 'em...7-2 off, and you're gonna show me, and you raise, you jam with your horrific pile of trash...And fate, destiny, and Allah appear to be on your side...As the flop hits, A-2-7...We spar a bit more...When the turn is a blank, a 5...And then after some more bets, Angels sing, the heavens open, the light of heaven shines upon you...As another 7 falls...And you can't get each and every last chip you have into the pot...
Before you find out, that there is no God...And that these cards, can be one really harsh mistress...
I count what you have in your stack, and I call it without a second thought...And maybe even your pea brain can figure out what comes next...
Aces...FULL...
You want Razor Wire on the top of the cage? You want the door wielded shut? That's fine with me...But I'm gonna request a stipulation of my own then...But like a good card player, I won't tip my hand JUST yet...You want me to be trapped in that ring with you? (Smiles) just fine with me...
This way, there are NO excuses...None, the "American Dangerman" gets his terms...He gets me trapped in that steel cage, razorwire lining the top...A door, you can't open...You get all of it...But you also get one thing...
You get ME...
And now you'll telling me the Rams lost the game that mattered, damn right they did, but they didn't GET a re-match...EYE did...I lost a match that mattered, but I can redeem myself...They couldn't...There's no Super Bowl in Wrestling, unless you're stuck working for NFW...So, don't fool yourself, if Football was 4 out of 7, the Rams win in 5...The Sixers won game one off the Lakers...That didn't turn out to matter much...When you have to fight a series of games, the better team always wins...And when you have to fight me, one on one, no matter what the terms are...You're going to lose...
How happy am I? As happy as I always am when I send another fool to stumble along the endless path of misery...It makes me...Only Happy...When It Rains...(FADEOUT)
(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting at a table. He smiles as he looks at the camera.)
DOC: Lucky? God I hate that show...They have this character, who's the WORLD POKER CHAMP...So you would expect that if he were to sit at a table with, well, ANYONE he wins, this guy is Neo, and the people he's playing are not Agents, or even the little ##### boys of the Merovingian, who when not turning into ghosts or being shot by his wife with silver bullets...Are generally useless Vs Neo...The people he's playing against are helpless doomed #####, they couldn't beat him in a million years, yet he loses to people all the time, he loses to some random woman who rivers him on a flush and he grumples about it, as if ANY real pro would complain...They would just sit back and wait, and let you keep chasing, and sooner or later, you won't get there...
Lucky is in a word, Bulls***...So by all means, please, continue enjoying that drek...And also, continue to ignore me...
But now let's keep the poker theme going, because I did just watch the WPT, so really, I'm in the mood for card talk...Now the fact is this, if I've got a pair of aces...And I got 9 idiots cap betting pre-flop with me, I'm in for a white knuckle ride to the river as I have to deal with this minefield of nitwits, blindly raising and re-raising each other while I sit there hoping against hope that in the end, none of them has 5-8 because that's the nut straight...
And well Psycho, that's what happened in our little 4 way dance, you were the idiot putting nearly 1,000 dollars in the pot, and hitting your draw on the river...On a board of A-K-4-6-7 you stayed the whole way because you just knew in your heart of hearts, that you were gonna get paid off...And that's what happened, you threw your two cards on the table and raised your little fists in the air and the dealer shoved all the chips over to you, but in this case, the chips were the WFW World Title...
But now Psycho...We're heads up, and again, it's me in one corner, Doc Silver, who's just flat out 20 times better then you, a drooling nitwit who's name is so mind-numbingly orginal that there may very well be more 'Psychos' in the indy leagues of Wrestling there there are legit Doctors with the last name Silver...And now you're once again sitting there with 2 cards, unsuited, non-connecting, but as we all know, "Any two will do" and that other legendary battlecry of the casino "there are no bad hands, only bad flops!" but this time, you sit there with your drek...And you have the worst hand in Hold 'em...7-2 off, and you're gonna show me, and you raise, you jam with your horrific pile of trash...And fate, destiny, and Allah appear to be on your side...As the flop hits, A-2-7...We spar a bit more...When the turn is a blank, a 5...And then after some more bets, Angels sing, the heavens open, the light of heaven shines upon you...As another 7 falls...And you can't get each and every last chip you have into the pot...
Before you find out, that there is no God...And that these cards, can be one really harsh mistress...
I count what you have in your stack, and I call it without a second thought...And maybe even your pea brain can figure out what comes next...
Aces...FULL...
You want Razor Wire on the top of the cage? You want the door wielded shut? That's fine with me...But I'm gonna request a stipulation of my own then...But like a good card player, I won't tip my hand JUST yet...You want me to be trapped in that ring with you? (Smiles) just fine with me...
This way, there are NO excuses...None, the "American Dangerman" gets his terms...He gets me trapped in that steel cage, razorwire lining the top...A door, you can't open...You get all of it...But you also get one thing...
You get ME...
And now you'll telling me the Rams lost the game that mattered, damn right they did, but they didn't GET a re-match...EYE did...I lost a match that mattered, but I can redeem myself...They couldn't...There's no Super Bowl in Wrestling, unless you're stuck working for NFW...So, don't fool yourself, if Football was 4 out of 7, the Rams win in 5...The Sixers won game one off the Lakers...That didn't turn out to matter much...When you have to fight a series of games, the better team always wins...And when you have to fight me, one on one, no matter what the terms are...You're going to lose...
How happy am I? As happy as I always am when I send another fool to stumble along the endless path of misery...It makes me...Only Happy...When It Rains...(FADEOUT)
No desert for you
(It's backstage at Rage in the Cage. Still a few hours before the big event and the tension can be cut with a knife. The cameraman waits outside Psycho's dressing room early for his scheduled interview. With the door slightly ajar voices can be heard from the inside. The picture comes on and we see Psycho looking into the shower stall as the conversation continues)
Voice: Tonight is your night. Doc Silver has lost his edge...he's not the man he once was. YOU are the champion. It's YOUR belt go out there and DEFEND it
Psycho: I will, but Doc is tricky...
Voice: NEVERMIND!!! Concentrate on what you KNOW best and the match WILL be yours. He's not man you are, much less the wrestler.
Psycho: I will do...
Voice: Do???...YOU WILL!!! You will keep that belt. Remember...your "THE AMERICAN DANGERMAN" Are you not willing to go further then ANY other man?
Psycho: <smiles> Yes Iam
(He turns his head and spies the cameraman. Angry he rushes over)
Psycho: What?...are you spying on me. I told you when to be here...and I meant that and not a second sooner. Do you understand?
Camerman: Yes, but who are you talking to?
Psycho: Nevermind...it's got nothing to do with him.
(From out in the arena the roar of the crowd can be heard)
Psycho: Can you hear that Doc? Can you hear them? Imagine what it will be like when we're locked in that cage...no place to run...no place to hide. Just the two of us with the title on the line. Have you been thinking about that Doc? Because that what's this is ALL about between us tonight. It's got nothing to do with everything else you have been going on about
(He smiles and let's loose a slight laugh)
Psycho: See Doc...I could care less about Lucky myself. Hell I could care less about poker. You, you on the other hand seem to have been watching alot of stuff lately. You've watched enough of Lucky to know the plot, you've watched the World Poker Tour to somewhat understand the game and at the last Chaos...well you watched your title slip away.
(Laughs at his little jab)
Psycho: See Doc...I was amused at your little story about poker. See you WATCHED the WPT. You took in whyou saw on the screen and you THINK you know what's goign wrong. See there's a fatal flaw in your scenario. There...you KNEW what I had for cards. There in lies the faw Doc. In a REAL game...you DON'T know what's in another man's hand. There in lies the challenge you don't seem to understand.
(His eyes narrow and he stares forward)
Psycho: See Doc...I'm the champion now. I'm the dealer. You don't know what I have for a hand. See the true winner in poker is the man who can win with a good bluff and win BIG when he's got that good hand. In order to do that Doc you need that one skill. That's being able to look in a man's eye and read his mind. I've done that and as I said before Doc...I don't think you have you edge anymore. You've lost your focus. Why do I say this Doc...simple. Your ranting...your talking about poker...your talking about names...your talking about footabll...well all I'm taling about is this match...why, because that's ALL that's matters Doc. Perhaps you've Forgotten that somewhere along the line
(He slips into the dressing room and returns in moment witht he WFW Title upon his shoulder. Goin in and out he was cautious not to let anyone see by him)
Psycho: This is what it's all about Doc. This...the WFW Title. The belt with my name on it...yes me...Psycho. Yeah you can talk about my name too Doc...I'm sure your right there are tons of Psycho's in Indy leagues around the country and plenty of Doctor's names Silver. There is one difference Doc...my name is Psycho, but I'm "The American Dangerman." There's only ONE of me. It's a title I earned...just like this one her that used to be around your waist. It's mine now and that's WERE it will stay.
(He takes a moment to fasten the strap around his wist and he looks back up with pride in his eyes)
Psycho: Doc four of the very best in the WFW walked into that match and the VERY best DID walk out. I was better then you on that day...I was better then you the first time we meet and I'll be better then you when this match is over with. I have the belt...I'm the dealer Doc. You hold nothing more then the hand I'VE given you. All you've done by agreeing to my stipulations is help stack the odds in my favor. You hold NOTHING Doc. Nothing, but an empty feeling where this belt used to be. Tonight will not change
(Psycho takes a short walk in looks out into the arena where the cage hangs above the ring)
Psycho: Tonight Doc you step into the most dangerous match with the MOST dangerous man in the WFW. Sure I could lose the title, but you Doc...you could loose you grip on that edge your clinging so desperatly too. As for that little stipualtion you won't reveal. Fine Doc...you go right ahead. You keep silient whatever you THINK you'll need in order to get over once more. It doesn't matter to me. I'm the dealer this time around Doc...I hold ALL the cards. Show my whatever you got in your hand...I'm free to deal off the bottom in order to win. It's the luxary I'll have and one I'll use. You've talked about alot of things Doc, but time for talking is over. Your right on the edge Doc...in just a few short hours...I get to look in your eyes, step on your fingers and watch you fall. <sadistic laugh> I can't wait.
(He slaps his hands upon the belt, turns his back tot eh camera and walks off)
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(It's backstage at Rage in the Cage. Still a few hours before the big event and the tension can be cut with a knife. The cameraman waits outside Psycho's dressing room early for his scheduled interview. With the door slightly ajar voices can be heard from the inside. The picture comes on and we see Psycho looking into the shower stall as the conversation continues)
Voice: Tonight is your night. Doc Silver has lost his edge...he's not the man he once was. YOU are the champion. It's YOUR belt go out there and DEFEND it
Psycho: I will, but Doc is tricky...
Voice: NEVERMIND!!! Concentrate on what you KNOW best and the match WILL be yours. He's not man you are, much less the wrestler.
Psycho: I will do...
Voice: Do???...YOU WILL!!! You will keep that belt. Remember...your "THE AMERICAN DANGERMAN" Are you not willing to go further then ANY other man?
Psycho: <smiles> Yes Iam
(He turns his head and spies the cameraman. Angry he rushes over)
Psycho: What?...are you spying on me. I told you when to be here...and I meant that and not a second sooner. Do you understand?
Camerman: Yes, but who are you talking to?
Psycho: Nevermind...it's got nothing to do with him.
(From out in the arena the roar of the crowd can be heard)
Psycho: Can you hear that Doc? Can you hear them? Imagine what it will be like when we're locked in that cage...no place to run...no place to hide. Just the two of us with the title on the line. Have you been thinking about that Doc? Because that what's this is ALL about between us tonight. It's got nothing to do with everything else you have been going on about
(He smiles and let's loose a slight laugh)
Psycho: See Doc...I could care less about Lucky myself. Hell I could care less about poker. You, you on the other hand seem to have been watching alot of stuff lately. You've watched enough of Lucky to know the plot, you've watched the World Poker Tour to somewhat understand the game and at the last Chaos...well you watched your title slip away.
(Laughs at his little jab)
Psycho: See Doc...I was amused at your little story about poker. See you WATCHED the WPT. You took in whyou saw on the screen and you THINK you know what's goign wrong. See there's a fatal flaw in your scenario. There...you KNEW what I had for cards. There in lies the faw Doc. In a REAL game...you DON'T know what's in another man's hand. There in lies the challenge you don't seem to understand.
(His eyes narrow and he stares forward)
Psycho: See Doc...I'm the champion now. I'm the dealer. You don't know what I have for a hand. See the true winner in poker is the man who can win with a good bluff and win BIG when he's got that good hand. In order to do that Doc you need that one skill. That's being able to look in a man's eye and read his mind. I've done that and as I said before Doc...I don't think you have you edge anymore. You've lost your focus. Why do I say this Doc...simple. Your ranting...your talking about poker...your talking about names...your talking about footabll...well all I'm taling about is this match...why, because that's ALL that's matters Doc. Perhaps you've Forgotten that somewhere along the line
(He slips into the dressing room and returns in moment witht he WFW Title upon his shoulder. Goin in and out he was cautious not to let anyone see by him)
Psycho: This is what it's all about Doc. This...the WFW Title. The belt with my name on it...yes me...Psycho. Yeah you can talk about my name too Doc...I'm sure your right there are tons of Psycho's in Indy leagues around the country and plenty of Doctor's names Silver. There is one difference Doc...my name is Psycho, but I'm "The American Dangerman." There's only ONE of me. It's a title I earned...just like this one her that used to be around your waist. It's mine now and that's WERE it will stay.
(He takes a moment to fasten the strap around his wist and he looks back up with pride in his eyes)
Psycho: Doc four of the very best in the WFW walked into that match and the VERY best DID walk out. I was better then you on that day...I was better then you the first time we meet and I'll be better then you when this match is over with. I have the belt...I'm the dealer Doc. You hold nothing more then the hand I'VE given you. All you've done by agreeing to my stipulations is help stack the odds in my favor. You hold NOTHING Doc. Nothing, but an empty feeling where this belt used to be. Tonight will not change
(Psycho takes a short walk in looks out into the arena where the cage hangs above the ring)
Psycho: Tonight Doc you step into the most dangerous match with the MOST dangerous man in the WFW. Sure I could lose the title, but you Doc...you could loose you grip on that edge your clinging so desperatly too. As for that little stipualtion you won't reveal. Fine Doc...you go right ahead. You keep silient whatever you THINK you'll need in order to get over once more. It doesn't matter to me. I'm the dealer this time around Doc...I hold ALL the cards. Show my whatever you got in your hand...I'm free to deal off the bottom in order to win. It's the luxary I'll have and one I'll use. You've talked about alot of things Doc, but time for talking is over. Your right on the edge Doc...in just a few short hours...I get to look in your eyes, step on your fingers and watch you fall. <sadistic laugh> I can't wait.
(He slaps his hands upon the belt, turns his back tot eh camera and walks off)
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