The Saturday Closer
Closing off the Saturday show is a match taking place in an underground casino at Hotel Madison! The ring is in the heart of the gambling floor, with spectator seats, gambling tables and slot machines! Falls Count ANYWHERE! Wrestlers MUST be dressed in playboy bunny costumes. As the match is ongoing, a score is tallied with the ultimate objective is to reach 21! Pinfalls are worth one point for each count by the referee's hand. Submissions are worth 3 points or a standard three-count pinfall. Winner gets a penthouse suite accommodation until the end of their stay.
INTRODUCTION
Deep in the chiming sounds of slot machines pinging and dancing with speeding graphics was a four-sided wrestling ring and a hot crowd. A passerby bunny server had tall champagne glasses, mocktails, cocktails and spirits on a server’s platter, held up on one hand and weaving through crowds eager to see the upcoming event. The waiter passes through a door, entering a more secluded and subdued area of thinly-occupied tables. The bunny approached one of the blackjack tables, manned by a dealer of long grey hair, fancy suit and a scar down her eye.
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She was shuffling a deck. First the overhand, then a bridge and finally the deal. Two cards slid over to the red and black , sitting in a puff of cigar smoke while lighting it, then checking her cards. “Vingt-et-un. Or, twenty one from French, was the early inception for Blackjack around the 1700s in French casinos. It was a favourite amongst the rich. Kings, Emperors, Aristocrats, bankers and bureaucrats. When we imagine meetings of policy, talking world affairs, we don’t often picture it discussed over games, do we?”
Two cards were slid over to Maisilyn’s hand. Three of Hearts. Three of clubs.
“I can, because we have it right here.” She looked at Maze, then said, “Split.”
Both threes were taken aside, then an equal bit of chips was casually tossed on-top of the card before each three gained a partner.
3H and Two of Hearts
3C and Six of Diamonds
“We’ve devised a new way to play the game, but inside a squared circle, fit for two competitors, dressed for the occasion, right here in Hotel Madison’s underbelly.” She glanced at Maze, tapped her Cigar and said, “Hit.”
Another low card for each. Maisilyn smiled, “Points are to be tracked and tallied on a digital scoreboard. One point per pinfall count. Submissions count for three. Hit.” Another two cards, this time with face cards. “There are no limits on where these two can go, their only mission is to secure twenty-one points, so I’d keep the taittinger close and my eyes peeled. And when it’s done—”
Two more cards. One on twenty and one hand reached twenty one. Then Maze flipped her cards over and revealed a peculiar face guard of the LAW Openweight Title. “—We’ll have our Champion. So, ladies and gentlemen, are we ready?” Two more face cards were tossed on the table, portraits of the two competitors. “For Isabella, Flame Tyrant, Brandt vs the reigning… Defending… LAW Openweight Champion, Astrid, Golden Dragon, Arvidsson. Right here and right now.”
Maisilyn leaned back in her stool, then puffed her cigar with her head tipped towards the ceiling. Maze ditched the cards for her triangle, dinging it as the camera pulled away from them, fading to the action about to begin!
.
She was shuffling a deck. First the overhand, then a bridge and finally the deal. Two cards slid over to the red and black , sitting in a puff of cigar smoke while lighting it, then checking her cards. “Vingt-et-un. Or, twenty one from French, was the early inception for Blackjack around the 1700s in French casinos. It was a favourite amongst the rich. Kings, Emperors, Aristocrats, bankers and bureaucrats. When we imagine meetings of policy, talking world affairs, we don’t often picture it discussed over games, do we?”
Two cards were slid over to Maisilyn’s hand. Three of Hearts. Three of clubs.
“I can, because we have it right here.” She looked at Maze, then said, “Split.”
Both threes were taken aside, then an equal bit of chips was casually tossed on-top of the card before each three gained a partner.
3H and Two of Hearts
3C and Six of Diamonds
“We’ve devised a new way to play the game, but inside a squared circle, fit for two competitors, dressed for the occasion, right here in Hotel Madison’s underbelly.” She glanced at Maze, tapped her Cigar and said, “Hit.”
Another low card for each. Maisilyn smiled, “Points are to be tracked and tallied on a digital scoreboard. One point per pinfall count. Submissions count for three. Hit.” Another two cards, this time with face cards. “There are no limits on where these two can go, their only mission is to secure twenty-one points, so I’d keep the taittinger close and my eyes peeled. And when it’s done—”
Two more cards. One on twenty and one hand reached twenty one. Then Maze flipped her cards over and revealed a peculiar face guard of the LAW Openweight Title. “—We’ll have our Champion. So, ladies and gentlemen, are we ready?” Two more face cards were tossed on the table, portraits of the two competitors. “For Isabella, Flame Tyrant, Brandt vs the reigning… Defending… LAW Openweight Champion, Astrid, Golden Dragon, Arvidsson. Right here and right now.”
Maisilyn leaned back in her stool, then puffed her cigar with her head tipped towards the ceiling. Maze ditched the cards for her triangle, dinging it as the camera pulled away from them, fading to the action about to begin!
