The Tale of the Game

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Corey Casey. A liar, a cheat and a low-down rugged jackass. That’s the kind of wrestler and human being I want to be hangin around with, sharing a beer and everything.

]Preface]
To all of you that don’t know, I am Darren Moore, also known as Kable, and I’m new to this federation and to this type of business. I use to wrestle under the moniker “The Iceman” and would wrestle for the people. I was a champion and what the people called ‘their saviour’. It all turned around when I suffered a minor leg injury and it held me out of action for a couple of weeks. The people then turned on me and began to forget who the “Iceman” really was and being relegated to lower card status, even though I had beaten some of the top stars in the company. That’s when my ego began to grow. That’s when Kable came to life.

]Intro]
The night is young and the town is dark and gloomy as the birds tend to chirp a little quieter with the winds breeze cooling down so that the community may open their windows and sleep in peace and harmony. The half-moon presents a luminescent glow that shines down, illuminating the town’s recent resurgence and the new feel it has towards tourists. Kable is here, in this un-named town, waiting for his hand to play out just right..

]Chapter I]
“I Fold.” Darren slides his two cards towards the dealer, thinking that he had a winning hand but the odds were against him. He sits back in his brown leather chair, looking around the table as the dealer and two other unknown’s continue to play on. Darren folds his arms as a waitress drops a drink in front of him as he goes over his schedule at IWF, his new workplace; Home if you will. He swivels out of the seat, picking up the cool Corona bottle and walks off, swiping up his remaining casino chips. It’s Casino Niagara and the Niagara Falls region has really come under some improvements. Just like Darren Moore. The city is always booming with life and electricity. Just like Darren Moore. It gambles on things to hope for the best returns. That is what Kable is all about.

It’s what I do. I gamble everything I have and make sure that when I accomplish it, I don’t take it for granted. I won’t listen to those loser fans anymore and won’t be ‘powered’ by them and their cheers. People like Vincent Van Rose and Corey Casey know what It’s like to succeed and to feed off the negative emotions of the people and their stupid shouting and hollering. They understand what they need to do to advance professionally and in the private lifestyle. I will join them, learn from them and maybe someday, surpass them.

Darren casually walks over to the east wing of the casino as he takes out his iphone and dials out an unknown number. It rings a couple of times before a woman picks up the phone.

Woman: “Hello?”

Darren: “Hey sugar tits.”

Woman: “Hi sweetie. How’s Canada?”

Darren: “Like a whales vagina. This place wreaks of goody two shoes attitudes and massive egos. Even some that could overshadow myself.”

The woman laughs at the subtle joke before continuing.

Woman: “That’s funny. Listen hunny, I know your trying to enjoy the last couple of days before you have to start work, but you have to get back into the gym and train for this. You have to lift more of those weights so that you can get stronger. You need to jog more so you can increase your endurance and most importantly of all, you need to be flexible enough for quality time here with me.”

She giggles a bit before Darren cuts the romantic feelings short.

Darren: “Listen Shannon, I want you to be happy at home right now because I need to get loaded and get these nerves under control. As for getting back in the gym, forget about that for this week. I’ll do some light stuff to stay in decent shape, but it’s not like I have to wrestle anybody. I’ll most likely come out to the ring, say hello to the fans, tell them that they’ve only started paying for the right superstar to watch and leave while they’ll boo me off stage but go home and pray to me as if I’m they’re god.”

Shannon giggles for a moment before replying.

Shannon: “This is going to be a good time for you. I can just feel it. You’re getting a fresh new start with a new company and you will finally get the recognition you deserve. You’ll get movie deals, game sponsorships and tons of toy deals.”

Darren begins pacing back and forth in front of the fire exit as he laughs for a moment to himself. He slips the chips into his pants and thinks of his current complection.

Darren: “What a good idea. Get my agent, Osbourne or something like that, on the phone and make sure he sets something up with Mattel or one of those big companies. I want the copyright license and trademark made up for me. I don’t want the IWF brass to take my profits from this. They can take the ticket sales and the pay per view profits but when it comes to something like this, It’s all mine. Corey will get it and no doubt Vince will. Make sure that gets done okay babe?”

Shannon: “I’ll get on it. Osbourne is most likely out kissing some other posers ass, looking for his next big payday when he should be focusing on you and getting you some endorsements. Take care hun and I’ll see you at home next week.”

[Chapter II]
Little did she know, I wasn’t going to be back next week. I was going to be fighting some fool in 7 days’ time and I’ll most likely need the following nights to recooperate and concentrate on the next opponent. Good thing she doesn’t know this or else she’d probably leave me, or worse, tour around with me. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a babe and a one of a kind babe, similar to Elisha Cuthbert from The Girl Next Door but with a bigger rack and a sweeter ass. Women shouldn’t wrestle, unless it’s in jello or oil. That’s the only type of work women should be doing outside of the kitchen. The bedroom is a different story, but has the same concept.

Anyway, I’m getting off track here with this. IWF needs a real spark in its roster and Corey Casey has seen it in me. He’s seen the light many-a-times and I can’t deny his knowledge on my greatness. He’s the best at being underhanded and no one can get the job done like I can. It’s all downhill when you stand on the mountain that is Cross and Moore. The next step down is Vince and from there, there’s no comparison.

Darren walks over to the slots and puts in a quarter. The machine rings twice to signal he was a winner. He sticks his hand in the coin slot and pulls out 2 quarters. He smiles and looks at the older woman next to him.

Darren: “Here’s what you’ve been working for since you arrived. I did it in one swoop. Luck you may say? It’s called fate. Fate is what will kill you when spend all your life gambling on something you know you can’t win. I kick fate in the scrotum and tell him to point me in the right direction. Don’t forget why you came to play. To Win.”

This is what winning is, no matter how small or how you did it. Coming out with more than what you put in is the name of the game and that’s what I look to accomplish in IWF.
Darren walks away from the lady as his swagger and demeanour portrays an arrogant man that will someday let his ego and talent do the talking.

Corey Casey see’s the greatness, feels the intensity and knows how the game will be played, nay, TELLS the game how it will be played. Darren Moore is electric, passionate and most importantly of all, he’s a winner. Remember to write down the name and not forget the message. Moore is here.
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