Post by "Casino Kid" Justin York on Mar 4, 2022 16:36:52 GMT
March 4th 2022, 12:13PM (3 Days Before Mayhem)
Intro- On My Way
The scene opens to Justin York in an all maroon suit adorning a Diamond poker chip ring on his right hand. sitting in what appears to be an abandoned Casino/Hotel. He is about to light a Cuban cigar when he looks off into the distant camera.
Justin York- You know.. This place used to be something. It used to be a place that made money, a place that would fill night in and night out. Now look at it. A broken down eye-sore just taking up space.
Justin lights his cigar and takes a gaze around the room he is sitting in. Taking notice to the burnt and graffitied walls, the dilapatated floors, garbage and old cigarette butts everywhere and he lets a grin go across his face.
Justin York- Anything will begin to deteoriate nd break down if you don’t maintain it. Hell even this broken down abandoned shithole of a Casino, if that’s what we’ll call it. I’m going somewhere with this though. I’ll be reviving this old busted down hunk of shit and returning it to it’s former greatness and profitability. That’s not all though, far from it actually. There is one more thing I need to address.
Justin stands up from his chair and walks over to the broken down bar in the room he is in and looks directly into the camera.
Justin York- There is one more thing that needs my superstardom, my full attention, my unlimited talent and dashing and I mean fucking dashing good looks. There’s one more thing that needs a revival!
Justin sets his phone down on the broken down bar and the camera zooms in and it’s a picture of a text message from his wife and it reads ‘Takeover’ and just below the text message is a picture of the IIW Monday Night Mayhem banner. The camera pans back to Justin's face who now almost cannot contain the cocky grin on his face.
Justin York- The IIW! A company with a talent pool more broken and rundown then this very building I stand in. A company that needs me to come purge their roster of all the half hack talent. A company that needs butts in seats again and tickets to be sold. I’ll pull the company from the deepest depths of death it’s in right now and make everyone more money than they’ve ever made in their life. I’ll pack that shitty IIW Arena and show the undeserving, ungrateful fans of IIW something they’ve never seen before, some real fuckin’ talent!
Justin holds one fist up to the camera showing off the ‘Casino Kid’ poker chip ring before tossing his cigar right into the camera lens, The camera faintly catches him walking out of the building.
March 4th 2022, 6:19PM (3 Days Before Mayhem)
Private Airstrip Somewhere in Toronto
An all black limousine pulls up onto an airstrip in the pouring rain next to a Jumbo Jet. The pilots are standing outside of the Jumbo Jet with a dark haired woman dressed in black dress pants and a black blazer. She just so happens to be Justin’s wife Stacey York. More ego driven and ruthless than her husband. A red carpet goes from the entrance to the jet pretty much all the way to the doors of the limousine. Before long the driver of the limousine gets out and walks to the back of the limousine and opens the door. Out steps Justin York wearing black track pants and a black shirt and pullover hoodie that all read ‘The Casino Kid’ on the front and ‘Greatness’ on the back. He grabs one bag and immediately begins walking toward his wife.
Justin York- Look atcha’ hot little thing!!
Justin addresses his wife and then gives a her a kiss and a pat on the ass.
Stacey York- You ready to go show these fools what a real talent looks and performs like?
Justin York- Is that a serious question?
Stacey glares directly into his eyes.
Justin York- Come on, Stupid question stupid answer. They wouldn’t know what real talent is if it had them by the short and curlies.
Justin and Stacey glance at each other and share kind of a chuckle before turning and walking into the jet. Once inside they’re greeted with a fresh bottle of Dom Perignon White Gold and a massive platter of finger foods. They take their seats and begin to indulge in some appetizers and delicious, ridiculously priced champagne.
Stacey York- See… Travelling to some hole in the wall promotion does have it’s benefits.
Justin York- A jet and a shitload of money? Nah those are benefits for you. I’m looking forward to getting there and making an example of the first clown I can get my hands on!
Stacey York- Follow the plan and things will go right as rain.. Hah fitting considering it’s raining! You know who to knock down first! Oh and I almost forgot, I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you!
Stacey pulls a contract out of her bag and sets it down in front of Justin for him to examine. She has a massive grin on her face and seems very proud of herself.
Stacey York- I know… This wasn’t expected to happen until after we come back home but I figured I’d get the ball rolling for you! You’re now the Owner of York’s Casino and demolition of the old building will begin Monday.
Justin York- This is all so fitting. Monday my casino is going to be torn down to be rebuilt. Monday night I’m going to tear down IIW one step at a time and rebuild!
The pilots are ready to begin takeoff.
Pilot 1 (Captain)- We’re preparing for takeoff in the next 5 minutes. We have a light rain but nothing too serious. We should arrive in Manchester in approximately 7 and a half hours.
Pilot 2 (Co-Pilot)- As the captain said it’s about a 7 and a half hour flight to Manchester. Conditions are good to fly. & We're ready for takeoff, sit back and enjoy the flight!
Justin looks at Stacey with a smug grin on his face and she stares back him wondering what the hell he wants.
Stacey York- What are you looking at me like that for?
Justin shovels a glass of champagne into his mouth and looks directly toward the camera conveniently following him.
Justin York- IIW!! I’m on my way and there’s nothing a fuckin’ thing you can do to stop me. Every single one of you is on notice. See ya soon bitches!
Justin looks over to his wife and mutters a little quietly ‘I’m gonna revive the mile high club’ Justin puts his hand over the camera slowly as you can see the two of them laughing and staring at each other.
Fade To Black
Intro- On My Way
The scene opens to Justin York in an all maroon suit adorning a Diamond poker chip ring on his right hand. sitting in what appears to be an abandoned Casino/Hotel. He is about to light a Cuban cigar when he looks off into the distant camera.
Justin York- You know.. This place used to be something. It used to be a place that made money, a place that would fill night in and night out. Now look at it. A broken down eye-sore just taking up space.
Justin lights his cigar and takes a gaze around the room he is sitting in. Taking notice to the burnt and graffitied walls, the dilapatated floors, garbage and old cigarette butts everywhere and he lets a grin go across his face.
Justin York- Anything will begin to deteoriate nd break down if you don’t maintain it. Hell even this broken down abandoned shithole of a Casino, if that’s what we’ll call it. I’m going somewhere with this though. I’ll be reviving this old busted down hunk of shit and returning it to it’s former greatness and profitability. That’s not all though, far from it actually. There is one more thing I need to address.
Justin stands up from his chair and walks over to the broken down bar in the room he is in and looks directly into the camera.
Justin York- There is one more thing that needs my superstardom, my full attention, my unlimited talent and dashing and I mean fucking dashing good looks. There’s one more thing that needs a revival!
Justin sets his phone down on the broken down bar and the camera zooms in and it’s a picture of a text message from his wife and it reads ‘Takeover’ and just below the text message is a picture of the IIW Monday Night Mayhem banner. The camera pans back to Justin's face who now almost cannot contain the cocky grin on his face.
Justin York- The IIW! A company with a talent pool more broken and rundown then this very building I stand in. A company that needs me to come purge their roster of all the half hack talent. A company that needs butts in seats again and tickets to be sold. I’ll pull the company from the deepest depths of death it’s in right now and make everyone more money than they’ve ever made in their life. I’ll pack that shitty IIW Arena and show the undeserving, ungrateful fans of IIW something they’ve never seen before, some real fuckin’ talent!
Justin holds one fist up to the camera showing off the ‘Casino Kid’ poker chip ring before tossing his cigar right into the camera lens, The camera faintly catches him walking out of the building.
March 4th 2022, 6:19PM (3 Days Before Mayhem)
Private Airstrip Somewhere in Toronto
An all black limousine pulls up onto an airstrip in the pouring rain next to a Jumbo Jet. The pilots are standing outside of the Jumbo Jet with a dark haired woman dressed in black dress pants and a black blazer. She just so happens to be Justin’s wife Stacey York. More ego driven and ruthless than her husband. A red carpet goes from the entrance to the jet pretty much all the way to the doors of the limousine. Before long the driver of the limousine gets out and walks to the back of the limousine and opens the door. Out steps Justin York wearing black track pants and a black shirt and pullover hoodie that all read ‘The Casino Kid’ on the front and ‘Greatness’ on the back. He grabs one bag and immediately begins walking toward his wife.
Justin York- Look atcha’ hot little thing!!
Justin addresses his wife and then gives a her a kiss and a pat on the ass.
Stacey York- You ready to go show these fools what a real talent looks and performs like?
Justin York- Is that a serious question?
Stacey glares directly into his eyes.
Justin York- Come on, Stupid question stupid answer. They wouldn’t know what real talent is if it had them by the short and curlies.
Justin and Stacey glance at each other and share kind of a chuckle before turning and walking into the jet. Once inside they’re greeted with a fresh bottle of Dom Perignon White Gold and a massive platter of finger foods. They take their seats and begin to indulge in some appetizers and delicious, ridiculously priced champagne.
Stacey York- See… Travelling to some hole in the wall promotion does have it’s benefits.
Justin York- A jet and a shitload of money? Nah those are benefits for you. I’m looking forward to getting there and making an example of the first clown I can get my hands on!
Stacey York- Follow the plan and things will go right as rain.. Hah fitting considering it’s raining! You know who to knock down first! Oh and I almost forgot, I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you!
Stacey pulls a contract out of her bag and sets it down in front of Justin for him to examine. She has a massive grin on her face and seems very proud of herself.
Stacey York- I know… This wasn’t expected to happen until after we come back home but I figured I’d get the ball rolling for you! You’re now the Owner of York’s Casino and demolition of the old building will begin Monday.
Justin York- This is all so fitting. Monday my casino is going to be torn down to be rebuilt. Monday night I’m going to tear down IIW one step at a time and rebuild!
The pilots are ready to begin takeoff.
Pilot 1 (Captain)- We’re preparing for takeoff in the next 5 minutes. We have a light rain but nothing too serious. We should arrive in Manchester in approximately 7 and a half hours.
Pilot 2 (Co-Pilot)- As the captain said it’s about a 7 and a half hour flight to Manchester. Conditions are good to fly. & We're ready for takeoff, sit back and enjoy the flight!
Justin looks at Stacey with a smug grin on his face and she stares back him wondering what the hell he wants.
Stacey York- What are you looking at me like that for?
Justin shovels a glass of champagne into his mouth and looks directly toward the camera conveniently following him.
Justin York- IIW!! I’m on my way and there’s nothing a fuckin’ thing you can do to stop me. Every single one of you is on notice. See ya soon bitches!
Justin looks over to his wife and mutters a little quietly ‘I’m gonna revive the mile high club’ Justin puts his hand over the camera slowly as you can see the two of them laughing and staring at each other.
Fade To Black