X-Rated: “I don’t think so.”
{The dealer looks puzzled, then opens her mouth to explain to X-Rated the rules, thinking maybe he doesn’t completely understand the game }
X-Rated: “Save your breath sweetie”
{X-Rated turns over the cards to reveal that he also has a Blackjack}
X-Rated: “Where I come from that’s a push, my money is still my money. Now let the bet stand and deal again.”
{The dealer deals out the cards again this time the dealer has an 8, The one player to X-Rated’s right, wearing a cowboy hat, hits, and goes bust. The next player on his right, a Chinese gentleman, also takes a card and stand showing a 17. Finally the player on X-Rated’s left stand, and reveals a 17. X-Rated, requests a card, again without looking at the cards he’s been dealt, and stands without checking. The deal turns over her cards to reveal an 18. The dealer again collects the bets, but is stopped by X-Rated. X-Rated turns over his three cards to show another 21, suddenly three security guards walks over and one whispers into X-Rated’s ear.}
X-Rated: “You are asking me nicely to leave? Well, I don’t think so I came here to play and that’s exactly what I indent to do, so I’m going to ask you nicely, and only once, to leave now so I can continue to play.”
Security Guard: “Sorry sir, but I can’t do that. I have been given orders to ask you to leave the casino. So please collect your chips and leave the gaming floor.”
{X-Rated calmly stands up from the table, but leaves the chips. He turns towards the security guard and gets right into the guards face.}
X-Rated “Well, if you came here to throw me out of this fine establishment, then I hope you brought some more backup then those two goons behind you. Because, I’m not going to just leave peacefully, I came here to play, and that is exactly what I’m going to do.”
Security Guard: “Sir, again, I’m going to have to ask you politely to leave, we are willing to allow you to keep your winnings, however should we have to remove you by force, you will be forfeiting your winnings back to the Casino”
X-Rated: “I already told you that, I am not leaving, so I don’t know why you keep asking me nicely. I came here to play, and I am going to play. Now you are holding up the game for the rest of these nice gentlemen”
Security Guard: “Then you are leaving us no choice then sir.”
{the Security guard grabs X-Rated by the arm, suddenly a smile comes across X-Rated’s face, and he reaches down and grabs the security guards wrist. He twists the guards wrist, then grabs him by the back of his head, and slams it hard into the Blackjack table. X-Rated, still with a firm grip on the Security guards wrist, spins him around and plants him on the floor with a DDT. X-Rated kips up as the other two guards move in at the same time. X-Rated nails one of the guards in the stomach with a sidekick, then ducks under the outreached arms of the other sliding in behind him, as both men turn around X-Rated hits them with a double clothesline. The one guard starts to get back to his feet, and as he starts to stand upright, X-Rated knocks him down with an X-Clamation Mark. The Third guard gets up and pulls out a stun gun. He lunges at X-Rated with the stun gun out, but X-Rated sees him coming in, and drops down and trips the man with a drop toe hold. X-Rated gets up and grabs a chair from the Blackjack table and smashes it over the guards back as he is trying to get up. With that, X-Rated walks over to the table and grabs his chips, and begins to walk out of the casino, once outside he pours the chips into the cup of homeless man who is outside of the casino.}
X-Rated: “Las Vegas, got to love it. I mean it is the place I call home after all. Las Vegas is home to some of the toughest street thugs, and strangest acts in the world. Now I know, the big D has their 8 mile, and all, but here in Vegas, we don’t have the thugs restricted to one area. No, see if Vegas they are everywhere. Around ever street corner, down ever alley, there really isn’t any escape form them besides on the strip, and even then you aren’t save. Why am I telling you all of this? Because for some reason the powers that be, have booked me in a Las Vegas Street fight against Brandon McCain, the self proclaimed ‘Real Deal’. So on the 16th of June it is going to be the ‘Real Deal’ against the ‘True Talent’. Now only one of us can be what we say we are. Is McCain the ‘Real Deal’ or am I the ‘True Talent’? I would think that would be obvious to everyone, I mean I have proven time and time again that I am the ‘True Talent’ in the ICWL. I have shown time and time again, what has not only brought me to the dance, but kept me in it all these years. I have battled the toughest this sport has to offer, and embarrassed the worst it keeps around. ICWL Icons like Killah Sin, Anthrax, the Original Gillesp, and his life mate V2.0 have all fallen before me. I have been the master of my domain, and my Domain is inside the squared circle. But against Brandon McCain, the ‘Real Deal’, it’s not about Talent. It’s not about skill. No, on the 16th of June, it’s about brutality. It’s about tolerance, and thresholds. You see, it’s a street fight, which means everything goes, and nothing is against the rules. From pillar to post, blood will be shed, will it be pretty? Hardly, will it be Classic? Doubtful! This isn’t you catch is catch can wrestling match, this is a battle. This is going to hell, and it’s going to be nasty. But it’s going to be mine. Sure you may think that because it’s a Vegas street fight, I have the advantage, but it doesn’t matter. IT could be a Philly street fight, a Bronx street fight, or a Salt Lake City Street fight, it doesn’t make a difference. McCain, this is my world, and in my world I’m the master, and you are stepping right into my world. Many of you may think that because my name is X-Rated, but it must stand for something seedy, or something immoral, perhaps even something vulgar. Well on the 16th, I will show you all what the ‘X’ really stands for. I can be as extreme as anyone, and there is nothing that McCain can dish out, that I can’t take. There is nothing anyone in the ICWL or anywhere else for that matter can dish out that I can’t withstand. I am the True Talent, I am the best the ICWL has to offer. I have been to the top of the mountain, and stayed there longer then anyone else before me or since me has been able to. I held everyone at bay, and defeated the best the ICWL had to offer.”
{X-Rated starts walking down the Las Vegas strip towards Fremont St.}
X-Rated: “McCain, you are looking at the Real Deal. I have done every single thing I said I was going to do in the ICWL, and did it better then anyone else before me. You are looking at the fastest rising star in the ICWL long and highly decorated History. In just 2 months of my arrival in the ICWL I was main eventing, I became the ICWL World Champion, and I went on to hold it for a record setting Three and a half months. You have decided to return to the ICWL, and that’s good, because I do give you credit, you do have a least an ounce of talent, which is more then I can say for some of the other members of the roster. It’s just to bad your return is against me, because your return isn’t going to be met with much fan fair. You will be returning in a match that you can’t win. So the date has been set, the location named. It’s time for the World to find out who is really the 'Real Deal' or the 'True Talent'”
-=X-Rated turns on to Fremont Street, and quickly gets lost in the sea of people that fill it watching the giant video screen that hangs over it. =-