Post by MasterEvil on Aug 21, 2011 13:31:18 GMT
Your Luck Has Ran Out
Time: 6:11PM 14th Sunday August 2011
Sitting by a slot machine, in some casino at the city of Las Vegas, is the redheaded Russian known has Lena Katina. The female is currently wearing tight blue jeans with a white loose t-shirt and she seem to be waiting for something, or someone. Only after a couple more minutes did that someone finally appear, in the form of a WWH cameraman. The cameraman managed to get to the Russian without the urge of losing his lowly paid salary and Lena instantly motioned him to begin recording. So with Lena Katina and the slot machine, behind her, in the view of the camera lens the singer began the promo.
Lena Katina: Welcome to Las Vegas Nevada…the place where the desperate go to lose all that they were worth just for the credibility of saying that they were this close to the jackpot. The place that was so famous for some fancy neon-lights that nine years ago the population was over half a million blind fools. I feel sorry for all these idiots because deep down they all know that they’ll never get any of their money back without causing someone else to become poverty-stricken…yet they choose to continue. Just like opium, the possibly of being richer is heavily addicting so millions will enter rich and leave poor…Las Vegas is also the hometown of my opponent Mandy Maxwell.
Once she said these negative sounding words miss Katina stood up from the seat and took a moment to glance towards her right, towards the hundreds playing at slot machines. After acknowledging that the lane is clear enough to walk through the young Russian turned around, to have her body fully facing the camera lens, and began to walk backwards. While taking each step towards a certain part of the casino miss Katina continued to speak.
Lena Katina: I hold nothing against you Mandy Maxwell but in the rat race known has dark matches it is basically survival of the fittest or, in Las Vegas’ case, the smartest. I honestly never even heard of you let alone seen you, so obviously I hold very little reason to be paranoid by someone like you…an utter nobody. Hell, maybe you were smashed out drunk after blowing a fortune away here and accidentally signed the dotted line. Hell, maybe you thought the WWH was a place for washed up wannabe supermodels to become glamour stars…but unfortunately you are horribly mistaken Mandy Maxwell. The WWH stands for World Wrestling Headquarters. This is a place for hard hitting, in-your-face, smash or be smashed competitors…not for women who whinges or whines whenever they have the tiniest cracks on their nails. A place for the mightiest of the mighty, not the annoyingness of prima donnas. But hey, give the right people a blowjob and you can get anywhere on the roster, no matter how awfully they wrestle. Oh, I’m sorry if I already revealed your plans Maxwell its just that it looks so obvious that this is your goal from the very moment I read your name on the match card.
While saying ‘a place for washed up wannabe supermodels’ the singer backwardly-walked past four sets of poker tables. Each table having at lease eight people playing some form of card game, the most common being obviously poker. Only a very few poker players looked over their shoulders to watch the redhead walk, others try to see the hands of those players. The reason for the young Russian assuming that her opponent is some kind of wannabe supermodel is unknown but clearly madam Katina was not giving a damn about Mandy’s feelings through these words. After finishing her words Lena spotted something and bent down only to get back up a few moments later. In her right hand is some kind of purse and after taking a moment to check it the young Russian few the ID out before continuing to speak.
Lena Katina: There is something however I dislike about prima donnas…it is their ultra-annoying urge of flashing their own money so much that they willingly lose their fifth wallet of the week. I mean look, there is at lease fifteen thousand dollars in here. I know that I should be the last one to speak about this since I am heavily famous back home in Russia…but I don’t see a point to flashing the money and buying junk like a twelve k watch when you could be doing something useful like buying food for the homeless, or even giving some of it to a hospital that badly needs improvement. Maybe that is why I only wear expensive dresses for award ceremonies and nothing else…why would I want to appear has a millionaire when I happily live life the same way has everyone else? Maybe that could be the reason why I don’t picture you lasting very long here, Mandy…you want to put yourself above everyone but, truth be told, you are nowhere near has good as you envision yourself to be. Maybe on Inner Circle should be where I do you a favour and reveal to you how much of a failure you truly are.
While speaking these words the Russian began to walk forwards and went around the poker table, seemingly not fully amused by these card games. Lena didn’t even bat an eyelid to any of these players because she knew that half of them were either fat slobs or horrible people. After a few more seconds of strolling Lena finally stopped at a table…a roulette table. The big wheel at one end and a red and white pattern at the other. Without a single hint of hesitation Katina approached the person giving counters.
Lena Katina: Hey, can I put some money on this?
Counter Berk: Sure madam, how much and what on?
Lena Katina: I’ll put all fifteen thousand dollars on white number twenty-three.
Counter Berk: Are you sure?
Lena Katina: Yes I am.
Counter Berk: Fine.
Just like that the counter person put fifteen k worth of chips on the square white twenty-three. And the wheel began to spin at a high speed before the white ball gets shot into the wheel. So now the ball was spinning and all the people around the table watched…except for Lena, who began to speak to the camera lens once again.
Lena Katina: I always found this version of roulette quite fun. To watch a ball go in one direction while the wheel spin in another. Almost like us in wrestling…you could be a very hard worker inside the squared circle but if you go a different direction then the company then you will eventually stop dead at one simple stage when you know you could of become so much better. I guess that is why you will want to beat me…to make yourself look good so some big shot will lead you onto the right way, even though it is just an excuse for that person to gain personal advantages over you. Truth be told I don’t feel sorry for you if this becomes your fate. You can claim I have a bad personality all you like but I am speaking the truth, why should I care for someone who is nine times out of ten not going to be here next week? Not only would it be a waste of my time but also a waste feelings. I have a lot more people to think about then you…like my loyal fans in both music and wrestling for example. But since you are going to be my opponent tomorrow night I will bother to teach you something…
While those words were spoken the ball was slowing down. Slower and slower it went before it began to enter one of the columns. It took a while but the ball finally entered a column and the wheel slowly stopped. The number it landed on red 13. The counter berk simply sighed, without even looking in Lena's eyes, and took the counters away. Katina simply shrugged and pasted him the money before looking back at the camera lens with a slight smirk.
Lena Katina: Just like right now, the lesson tomorrow night will be that your luck has ran out. Face me and I'll make you famous.
After saying that the Russian singer stood up and simply walked off towards the exit of the casino. The cameraman however just switched off the camera before heading off to the slot machines.
Time: 6:11PM 14th Sunday August 2011
Sitting by a slot machine, in some casino at the city of Las Vegas, is the redheaded Russian known has Lena Katina. The female is currently wearing tight blue jeans with a white loose t-shirt and she seem to be waiting for something, or someone. Only after a couple more minutes did that someone finally appear, in the form of a WWH cameraman. The cameraman managed to get to the Russian without the urge of losing his lowly paid salary and Lena instantly motioned him to begin recording. So with Lena Katina and the slot machine, behind her, in the view of the camera lens the singer began the promo.
Lena Katina: Welcome to Las Vegas Nevada…the place where the desperate go to lose all that they were worth just for the credibility of saying that they were this close to the jackpot. The place that was so famous for some fancy neon-lights that nine years ago the population was over half a million blind fools. I feel sorry for all these idiots because deep down they all know that they’ll never get any of their money back without causing someone else to become poverty-stricken…yet they choose to continue. Just like opium, the possibly of being richer is heavily addicting so millions will enter rich and leave poor…Las Vegas is also the hometown of my opponent Mandy Maxwell.
Once she said these negative sounding words miss Katina stood up from the seat and took a moment to glance towards her right, towards the hundreds playing at slot machines. After acknowledging that the lane is clear enough to walk through the young Russian turned around, to have her body fully facing the camera lens, and began to walk backwards. While taking each step towards a certain part of the casino miss Katina continued to speak.
Lena Katina: I hold nothing against you Mandy Maxwell but in the rat race known has dark matches it is basically survival of the fittest or, in Las Vegas’ case, the smartest. I honestly never even heard of you let alone seen you, so obviously I hold very little reason to be paranoid by someone like you…an utter nobody. Hell, maybe you were smashed out drunk after blowing a fortune away here and accidentally signed the dotted line. Hell, maybe you thought the WWH was a place for washed up wannabe supermodels to become glamour stars…but unfortunately you are horribly mistaken Mandy Maxwell. The WWH stands for World Wrestling Headquarters. This is a place for hard hitting, in-your-face, smash or be smashed competitors…not for women who whinges or whines whenever they have the tiniest cracks on their nails. A place for the mightiest of the mighty, not the annoyingness of prima donnas. But hey, give the right people a blowjob and you can get anywhere on the roster, no matter how awfully they wrestle. Oh, I’m sorry if I already revealed your plans Maxwell its just that it looks so obvious that this is your goal from the very moment I read your name on the match card.
While saying ‘a place for washed up wannabe supermodels’ the singer backwardly-walked past four sets of poker tables. Each table having at lease eight people playing some form of card game, the most common being obviously poker. Only a very few poker players looked over their shoulders to watch the redhead walk, others try to see the hands of those players. The reason for the young Russian assuming that her opponent is some kind of wannabe supermodel is unknown but clearly madam Katina was not giving a damn about Mandy’s feelings through these words. After finishing her words Lena spotted something and bent down only to get back up a few moments later. In her right hand is some kind of purse and after taking a moment to check it the young Russian few the ID out before continuing to speak.
Lena Katina: There is something however I dislike about prima donnas…it is their ultra-annoying urge of flashing their own money so much that they willingly lose their fifth wallet of the week. I mean look, there is at lease fifteen thousand dollars in here. I know that I should be the last one to speak about this since I am heavily famous back home in Russia…but I don’t see a point to flashing the money and buying junk like a twelve k watch when you could be doing something useful like buying food for the homeless, or even giving some of it to a hospital that badly needs improvement. Maybe that is why I only wear expensive dresses for award ceremonies and nothing else…why would I want to appear has a millionaire when I happily live life the same way has everyone else? Maybe that could be the reason why I don’t picture you lasting very long here, Mandy…you want to put yourself above everyone but, truth be told, you are nowhere near has good as you envision yourself to be. Maybe on Inner Circle should be where I do you a favour and reveal to you how much of a failure you truly are.
While speaking these words the Russian began to walk forwards and went around the poker table, seemingly not fully amused by these card games. Lena didn’t even bat an eyelid to any of these players because she knew that half of them were either fat slobs or horrible people. After a few more seconds of strolling Lena finally stopped at a table…a roulette table. The big wheel at one end and a red and white pattern at the other. Without a single hint of hesitation Katina approached the person giving counters.
Lena Katina: Hey, can I put some money on this?
Counter Berk: Sure madam, how much and what on?
Lena Katina: I’ll put all fifteen thousand dollars on white number twenty-three.
Counter Berk: Are you sure?
Lena Katina: Yes I am.
Counter Berk: Fine.
Just like that the counter person put fifteen k worth of chips on the square white twenty-three. And the wheel began to spin at a high speed before the white ball gets shot into the wheel. So now the ball was spinning and all the people around the table watched…except for Lena, who began to speak to the camera lens once again.
Lena Katina: I always found this version of roulette quite fun. To watch a ball go in one direction while the wheel spin in another. Almost like us in wrestling…you could be a very hard worker inside the squared circle but if you go a different direction then the company then you will eventually stop dead at one simple stage when you know you could of become so much better. I guess that is why you will want to beat me…to make yourself look good so some big shot will lead you onto the right way, even though it is just an excuse for that person to gain personal advantages over you. Truth be told I don’t feel sorry for you if this becomes your fate. You can claim I have a bad personality all you like but I am speaking the truth, why should I care for someone who is nine times out of ten not going to be here next week? Not only would it be a waste of my time but also a waste feelings. I have a lot more people to think about then you…like my loyal fans in both music and wrestling for example. But since you are going to be my opponent tomorrow night I will bother to teach you something…
While those words were spoken the ball was slowing down. Slower and slower it went before it began to enter one of the columns. It took a while but the ball finally entered a column and the wheel slowly stopped. The number it landed on red 13. The counter berk simply sighed, without even looking in Lena's eyes, and took the counters away. Katina simply shrugged and pasted him the money before looking back at the camera lens with a slight smirk.
Lena Katina: Just like right now, the lesson tomorrow night will be that your luck has ran out. Face me and I'll make you famous.
After saying that the Russian singer stood up and simply walked off towards the exit of the casino. The cameraman however just switched off the camera before heading off to the slot machines.