Marvelous Me

Las Vegas, Nevada; The Sin City. Just across the Sierra Nevada lay a city of riches, a city where many men have made a fortune, won a life changing jackpot that forever left their families better off for generations to come. It’s also a city where many many people have lost their homes, their cars, their life savings; everything. Sometimes they didn’t know when to quit, sometimes they joined the former of those that won a life changing amount of money only to blow it away moments later in a fit of greed, some were just flat out unlucky. The secret to escaping this city with your fortunes in tact was to know when to hold and when to fold them as cliché as that may sound. To T.V. he learned from a young age not to take stupid risks having been a native of this city but that isn’t to say he shied away from the night life when he got older; he embraced it. Being one of Sin City’s own gave him a certain intangible edge that The House couldn’t get on the tourists that flowed in and out like clockwork. Maybe it was just a side effect of coming to age in such an environment but Theo Vega was good at everything he did and he knew it.

Theo Vega: Are you feeling lucky, Bambino? Well are ya?

The scene opens with the camera focuses on T.V. walking into the M.G.M. Grand. Tonight like any other night it was full of life as plenty of tourists with some locals splashed in here and there. On one floor was a viewing party for the latest UFC event, another was various stage acts. Bar, nightclub, craps, poker tables, slot machines if you can think of it or name it you could bet it was right here at the M.G.M. T.V. could be seen wearing a pair of black slacks with a leather vest with a “The Sin City Slicer” patch sewn onto the center along with several gold chains around his neck. His hair was tied back as several ladies turn their heads his way as he walks past with a supreme air of confidence surrounding him as the GGW camera crew followed suit. With a grin he’ll turn his head towards the camera as he slaps a few fans hands on the way.

Theo Vega: That’s the question of the day isn’t it, Pretty Boy? If you think Matt Ward was hard on you on the last Gold Rush… wait until you get a load of me! That windbag of a windy city haus laid you out with not one but TWO Black Lights and all you could think of was to…

T.V. raised his eyebrow before stopping in his tracks to shake his head out of utter bewilderment.

Theo Vega: …protect your face? Next you’re going to tell Steven O’Reilly to give you the damn ball before running you mouth like the pint sized chihuahua you are because of your “poor wittle bitty face got poonched”. I wasn’t aware that IC3 and his Yes Men hired prima donna divas to parade around his Golden Gate Circus.

T.V. gazed into the camera for a moment as he couldn’t help but smile, nearly losing his composure as the mere notion was even too much for him as he started chuckling.

Theo Vega: Oh that’s right! I almost forgot Drew Stevenson was not only still under contract but holds possession of that Golden Gate Championship that he stole!

Stole? What was T.V. getting at? Regardless if the world liked it or not Stevenson did win the belt in a No Disqualification match despite what people may think of his methods. Seemingly he played within the rules, or at least what little rules remained in that affair but The Sin City Slicer always had a point to make, a slice of truth to lay on the line.

Theo Vega: Last I checked a champion was supposed to be a man that could fight his own battles and prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’s the man to beat. Instead of backing his words with action he continues to hide behind authority with his little sweetheart deals, becoming immune to the very rules that others must abide by. Not only have you stolen the people’s money time and time again but you’ve held the top prize in GGW hostage because you’re afraid; you’re afraid that the very moment you’re no longer playing with a stacked deck? Father Time is going to expose you for the fraud that you are. Not only do the fans deserve better but so does that entire locker room Bambino, myself included. Just you wait because it won’t be long until I take that keyboard you’re so fond of and make you eat every single bit of Q, W, E, R, T, Y, and every single one of their friends when I slice that smirk off your smug face!

But you ask, what does this have to do with Sean Vaughn?

T.V. nonchalantly continues on his way as the camera feed briefly cuts. Moments later the feed resumes where T.V. is now sitting at a black jack table with a stack of poker chips as he has a lady on each shoulder. As the dealer deals the cards T.V. peaks at his bottom card as he shows a 9 of hearts ontop. As TV takes a hit and then another he now shows a value of 15 total. T.V. decides to stay put as the dealer hits.

Theo Vega: Everything. When I first decided to cross the Sierra Nevada into Golden Gate Wrestling I vowed to remove all the liars, frauds, and thieves; the cancer from this sport so that those with the heart and drive to become the best could do so without some politician weaseling his way to the top. Cut through the corruption and the cream always rises to the top. I’ll give you a little credit, Pretty Boy, you don’t seem to run off at the mouth like a rabid dog like Stevenson but you certainly have the same self-entitled attitude. A varsity athlete in three sports; you know it shows that you’re at least athletic but it makes me wonder if you got “super star calls” lest they dare summon the wrath of Mr. Ohio’s parents and coaches. You come from a star program but you seem to lack the ethic to really shine, you remind me of the punk who feels he’s too good to read the playbook because he’ll just run a vertical route and expect to get open anyway. You may have been able to skate by elsewhere but when you’re on my time, T.V. time?

As he speaks the Dealer hits several times before both men decide to stay put. T.V. tosses a few more chips to the center of the table, extremely confident as the Dealer flips over his bottom card to reveal a hand of 20. The ladies and bystanders gasp as T.V. stares straight forward, not blinking a single eye before he flips over his bottom card to reveal a 6 of clubs bring up a value of 21 as the onlookers erupt in applause as the House Dealer stares on in disbelief. With a motion of his hand he eggs the dealer on to give him the chips he won, still looking on with disgust as T.V. completely just played The House like a fiddle. The ladies rub his shoulders in admiration as he turns his head to each one of them as they place a kiss on his cheek.

Theo Vega: I’ll slice through it like a hot knife like butter, just like I did to this chump in a velvet suit! I hope you’re feeling awfully lucky when the lights are shining bright at Gold Rush because if you manage to blink just once; you’ll find out exactly why they call me the Cuban Classic; something the ladies know all too well! Make the most of your opportunity because whether you do or not, I always will. Take note Golden Gate Wrestling because T.V. always plays with House Money! Marvelous Me.