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Topic Started: Nov 27 2010, 02:12 AM (37 Views)
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Did you ever think you were crazy?

Did you ever live with that feeling that maybe the world around you feels like something that it isn't? That maybe, just maybe.. you're looking at life through some rose-colored glasses.. and maybe everything didn't have that shade of red after all? Wouldn't that revelation suddenly make you feel insecure about everything?

Maybe that's why Amos is ready to believe that the first encounter with Lucifer last week was all just a mirage. Maybe that's why Sam is clinging to the hope that he really didn't place his hands through the chest of his manager.. as if he were some kind of hologram.

Sam knows that either he hallucinated Luke's presence earlier that evening, or he's been hallucinating it this whole time.

That would make everything that Luke has taught Sam a farce. That would make everything a lie. That would make Sam feel very very uncomfortable, indeed.

Uncomfortable is not the feeling you want to have when you're facing the SVO World Champion that week.


The Samuel Amos “Quest for Reality” – Part 1

I'm Infamous. I know that. I beat Alexis Brooks and sent his ass packing, and that increases my list of victims to some kind of cereal killer status who remains at large despite leaving his calling card everywhere. Isn't that what Infamous is, and isn't that what Infamous means? Did those SV-Idiots expect anything less out of me when I've been telling them for months straight that this is exactly what was going to happen?

If they didn't believe me, that's their fault. Hopefully the stupidity will end and people will give me the respect that I deserve. Somehow, I doubt it. I know the old saying goes is that stupidity is unlimited and there will never be any shortage of it. I hear that I'm being talked about as a future World Title Contender..

I can dig that.

But today, today is the day that I find out once and for all what Luke's deal is. He's been 'helping' me for a while now.. and while I admit that Luke has helped me get my head in the game.. I just have to know. I think I'm going psycho.. either way I am done with the heavy drugs for a while and I'll be damned if my head still doesn't hurt.. but I must know the truth.

Either Luke is real and he's a regular Houdini.. or he's not real and he was never real the entire time..

If Luke truly is a figment of my imagination, then the morons of the SVO are going to call me stupid. They're going to say that I've been playing around chasing ghosts for managerial advice that I've masterfully formulated and kept hidden from myself until this Lucifer Character told me. I can't afford to let the SVO know that I'm some sort of psychopath.. all of this hard work I've put in to build up my credibility around here.. that could all go down the drain that quickly..



Las Vegas, Nevada – Dick's Halfway Inn – Bar and Female Revue


Girl – “Whatcya thinkin' about?”

Amos – "I've got a big match in a couple of days and to be honest, I have a lot of other things on my mind right now."

Samuel wasn't kidding. This girl is hot. She's half naked.. and she's talking to him. Sounds like the perfect evening no matter where you are. He's got a rich amber beer in one fist and a lit cigarette in the other and he's in a section of the bar that's all his own.. because he can afford it.

Off in the distance there are girls dancing around poles on a platform. There are multicolored lights flashing and the jumbling of a crowd of male voices as the guys chat amongst themselves. Sam is in a corner booth, somewhere where he can smoke his cigarette in peace without people complaining of secondhand smoke. He has his own dancer, dancing directly in front of his booth.

Dancer – “..a match? ..are you some kind of fighter?”

Amos – "..a wrestler, actually. Professional."

Dancer – “Ohh..” She twirls around and wiggles her ass. “You must be good at it then..”

Sam smirks just for a moment, reveling in the goodness of his ego being stroked. His eyes are glancing down at her rear end..

Amos – "..and just how exactly did you come to that conclusion?"

She stands up and smiles big as she turns towards him.. sitting down on his lap with her legs spread wide.

Dancer – “Because.. you can afford me.. can't ya?”

Amos – "Ooooh.." He grins. "Nice.. I like your style.. and that little pink thong that you're wearing.."

Dancer – “Thanks

Sam takes a puff of his cigarette as She wiggles around in his lap.

Amos – "Maybe you can come by my hotel room later and I can help you slip into something a little bit more.. revealing."

The dancer smiles and slowly works her way off of Sam's lap. She raises her pointer finger and waives it.

Dancer – “No way silly boy.. absolutely not.. I don't take offers from customers..”

Amos – "Damn.."

Dancer – “Are you disappointed?”

Amos – "Well, yea.. I am. I won't lie."

Dancer – “I'm sorry.. do you want me to continue or are you done now?”

Amos – "Yeah.. here.."

Sam reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hundred dollar bill, smacking it down on the table in front of him.

Dancer – “No no.. you keep it.. I'm already paid up for the rest of the hour..”

Amos – Surprised."Wow."

Dancer – “What's wrong..?”

Amos – "Nothing.. you're just so.. honest. I didn't expect you to be."

Dancer – “Well, what can I say? I am doing this for the money but I am just trying to get through college right now.”

Amos – "Oh really? What for..?"

Dancer – “Psychiatry.” She blushes. “I want to be a psychiatrist.”

Sam can't help but to smile.

Amos – "Your dancing, to make money to become a psychiatrist? I'm sorry, that's just a little bit fucked up."

Dancer – Sighs. “We all do what we have to.”

She seems to be a little bit upset by Sam's words. Normally, Sam wouldn't care who he hurts with his words, but she is cute and still in the running to come home to the hotel room with Sam tonight, so he cares a little. He tries to think of a good way to make up for being a jerk.. something he's never thought about before.

Amos – "Well, psychiatry is.. well.. ambitious. You get to help people. I remember a staff counselor in the Marines that we all used to talk to.. I remember his name was Captain Johnson.."

Dancer – “Yeah..”

She refrains from dancing and sits in the booth across from Amos. Her naked breasts are still seen above the table.. but again, for the sake of the kids, her areolas are blurred with those fuzzy little boxes. Damn those boxes.

Amos – "But let me ask you something. Lets just say that.. my friend.. has this problem. Lets just say that he believes that he might be seeing people that aren't there.. but not just seeing them.. it's as if they are just as real as you and I.. except they're not. is that even possible?"

Dancer – “Wow.. it sounds like your friend has some real problems..”

Sam chuckles a little as looks off into the distance.

Dancer – “But.. uhh.. well.. yeah.. I guess it's possible. I mean, the human mind is a very powerful thing.”

Amos – "Oh really.."

Dancer – “See, everyone thinks that what they see is the world around them and that they are living within this world that they see. That simply isn't true.”

Amos – "..then what is it?"

Dancer – “Your eyes are like the lens on a video camera. They see, that's what they do. But what you see isn't exactly what you see.. but your brains own interpretation of the data that is collected by your retinas. Therefore, the world that you and I both live in is a product of our mind.”

Amos – "Yeah..?"

Dancer – “I believe that its capable for your friend to imagine a person that isn't there. All that is occurring is a simple misplacement of information. Does your friend have any history of head trauma?”

Sam remembers the Locon from Hell clothesline that he received so long ago that is the culprit for his lingering migraines. He blushes a little but answers.

Amos – "..y-yeah.. I believe he.. fell.. on his head a couple of months ago.."

Dancer – “Well, that would do it!”

In that moment, Sam thinks to himself that he could have possibly been brain-damaged by El Locon. That really pisses him off. If El Locon is responsible for some kind of irreparable damage then he's got to pay a lot more than he already fucking has..

Amos – "..would that make my friend crazy?"

She chuckles.

Dancer – “Well, he definitely needs some help!”

Amos – "Gee.. thanks!"

She smiles across the table at him. She has that smug look about her that she kinda knows that Sam is talking about himself.

Amos – "Well hey, listen.. what's your name..?"

Dancer – “Carlie.”

Amos – "Listen Carlie.. I really only came out for a dance tonight but your very insightful.. and I think you'll make a fine psychiatrist."

Carlie – “Thanks!”

Amos – "But hey, take this tip. I insist."

Sam drops the hundred dollar bill on the table once again.

Amos – "I think you've helped me get my head in the game this week and I really needed the chat. Who knows, I'll be in Vegas a while.. maybe you'll have a.. return customer."

Carlie smiles at Sam once again.

Carlie – “I look forward to it, Sam!”

Sam starts to stand up from the booth, but literally does a double-take.

Amos – "How'd you know my name?"

Carlie – “Simple.. you're pretty popular around here.. Champ.” She grins. “Go get 'em.”

Sam smiled as he stood and exited the bar. He couldn't help but to think about Carlie's words the entire way out..

So.. I'm not crazy.. I'm just the victim of head trauma. How ironic. I guess I deserve it.. but I don't care. If I ever see El Locon again I'm going to rip his head off and shit down his neck.. and kick his head around like a soccer ball.. If I ever see..

..Sam you need to Focus..

Lucifer.. I know you're not real.. it was nice that you tried to play it off the way that you did.. but the next time I see you I have to set things straight. I know you're not real.. at least.. I think you're not. I mean.. I don't know.. and I don't care. The next time I see you, I'm going to punch you straight in the face for lying to me.. and you're either gonna feel my fist in your face or my fist will go straight through your face.. and I'll have my answer..

..Focus on Roscoe Shame..

Sam looks up and notices that he's still standing outside of the front door of the bar, and that people walking down the Las Vegas streets are staring at him once again. Even more important than that is that he is the current TapOut Champion and he's out in the open where opponents can see him.

Fine. Just know this Luke, if you can read my thoughts.. I'm sick of this shit. I need to be taken seriously god damn it. And Roscoe Shame will fall.. and Shame Time will end. I'm on a quest for reality.. and Amos Time is now!

Samuel makes his way down the street and toward his hotel. It's getting late and things are just starting to pick up in Vegas. The lights are flashing and the glare is only making Sam's headache worse. It was time to head back to the hotel room..

..and time to talk about Shame.. time.

Sam sat on the bed next to the TapOut Championship Belt and set the small camera up on the dresser across from him. It was already recording, Sam was just waiting for a moment to make sure that the promo had started the way that he wanted it to.

Amos – "Welcome back to another edition of Samuel Amos' is better than you, and you just have to get the fuck over it. Last week's guest was Alexis Brooks, and just like the rest, he tapped out like the bitch that he is. So much for winning the number one contendership to my title, eh? What a waste of time. You were better off jumping out of the nearest trashcan, but eh.. from the trashcan you came and back into the trashcan I sent you.. where trash rightfully belongs!!

..and then I gained even more accolades over this past week. A debut in the World Rankings representing SVO as one of the greatest wrestlers.. EVER. There's no surprise there. In the SVO I'm honored to remain at #4 in the power rankings.. not as high as I'd like to be but still one above Grimnir.. hehe.. and in the little description it says that I'm slated to be a future SVO World Champion.

Well, yeah.. I knew that.

But here the fun begins. They place me in a match this week against the SVO World Champion. Perfect.. it's about time that people just realized that I'm the best.. so they give me a World Title shot, right? Wrong.. Non-title match. Not only that, but it's not even the Main Event of the show.. like.. What the fuck? I have to say that I'm a little disappointed.. which seems to be a theme lately."


Sam sighs and grabs the SVO TapOut Championship Belt.. flinging it over his shoulder and readjusting himself on the bed.

Amos – "Yeah yeah.. I know I know. I'm supposed to be honored. You know what? Fuck you. Roscoe Shame, sure.. he's a great competitor. Six Six, Two Seventy from the heart of Kalamazoo Michigan and the star Quarterback for his High School Football Team. Well, fuck, if I were on the defense of a rival high school football team in Michigan I'd be totally screwed.

But this is wrestling we're talking about. I'm sure I can handle this.

You know, I'm better than he is. He's got power, and submissions. He may not be as smart as me but God Damn it.. he's not too dumb to try any of that submission crap on me..

because I'm the SVO TAPOUT CHAMPION BABAYYY!!

Try to make me submit and I'll shove my Taser up your ass and give you a thrill that your boyfriend Beautiful Bobby Dean could only aspire to give you. Beautiful Bobby Dean, the fag with the light blue trunks that makes it look like his crotch has eyes. You know what? Fuck him too. If he shows up in this match I'll be glad to Taser him, too. If I threaten to shove it up his ass he might interfere just to take me up on that offer..

But this is about you, Roscoe. This is about your fate and unfortunately for you Grimnir is the least of your worries.. this week at least.

I know that that loser Grimnir somehow gets a title shot before I do and.. trust me.. I'd love to be the man to rip that mask off of his face just to see the look on it after I destroy him with the InfAMOS. I'd love to take that shot away from him but this week I get my chance.. non-title.. but I get my chance to prove that I'm SVO World Championship Material..

..I rarely fucking disappoint.."


Sam reaches next to him on the bed and grabs a sheet of paper.

Amos – "Do you see this list? This list is a list of all of the people who thought that they were better than me and in the end they all met the same fate. This list is getting to be as long as Chris Jericho's list of one thousand and four known moves.. I mean shit.. the font on this paper is so small I can barely read Alex Brooks.. El Locon.. Limp.. Dillinger.. Torres.. James Von Drake..

You know who's name is missing? Yours.

But it won't be for long. And like I tell everyone else.. like I've told Grimnir and just like I'm telling you now.. there's no SHAME in losing to me. There's a reason why I win as much as I do and there's a reason why I don't have a double-digit loss column like.. you.. I work hard but I prepare that much harder. I do what it takes to win.. and while the fans don't like the fact that I don't necessarily play by the rules to get what I want.. I tell them that there's a reason why I'm in the ring and they're behind the barricade paying their hard-earned money to see me perform.

Sadly.. they're stuffing my pockets.. making me one of the biggest earners in the past few months and soon I'll be crowned the SVO Wrestler of the Month of November..

Beating the SVO World Champion would make that a certainty for me. You know how badly I want what you have. You could never appreciate what I've gone through to make it to this point. I'm not going to get, or retain my championship by poking someone in the chest so that they can take a fall for me.

Ohh, so sorry, Roscoe. Kind of strikes a chord with you, hmm? Deep down inside, you regret being a jackass. You regret what you did for the fans because I'm sure that the fans are ashamed of you.

I know that I am.. Ashamed of calling you the World Champion.. that is.

So when SVO management told me that I'd be in a Champion vs. Champion match.. I quickly corrected them. I told them that.. Roscoe Shame is no champion. Roscoe Shame is not in my league.

Matter of fact, Shame Time refers to the fact that everyone in the SVO should hang their head when referring to their World Champion. Shame Time refers to the fact that everyone's hero cant even escape a simple Nightmare Sleeper.. that his blonde hair, blue eyed boyfriend has to come in and save him.

Simply put, Shame Time is over. It's over because I say it's over. I'm not waiting for a pay per view.. I'm not slacking because SVO Management figures that Roscoe Shame will be Samuel Amos' second loss in this federation here. To the contrary.. this is my opportunity.. and the things that I desire I shall make my reality.

Shame.. the instant that you don't think it's possible to happen.. just remember one thing. You're not the only one to realize what it means.. what I mean.. when I say that

I'm simply.. Infamous.

Hehehehehehe.."
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