[The camera shows flashing lights and sounds, indicating what appears to be a Casino. People are shown walking around with facemasks on in a building labeled “Wrestleworld Casino” as they go on with their enjoyment of the facility; gambling at Blackjack and Slot Machines and whatever else you could possibly think of.]
Cash: Take it in, take it in! Here we are! THIS is what I’m talking about!
[Cash and Sakura Corleone stroll into the Casino as they’re followed closely behind Lupe, who’s holding Hurricane Corleone in her arms. Sakura’s eyes light up at the various offerings of the Casino while Lupe looks exhausted and visibly worried. Cash grabs a couple of martinis from a tray as a worker walks by and hands one to Sakura.]
Cash: This is what we live for, isn’t it, my Cherry Blossom?
Sakura: Of course, my Cassius! It’s beautiful!
Lupe: Senor Corleone… Is it safe here?
Cash: What are you going on about, Lupe? Of course it’s safe. Would I do anything to put any of you in danger? Are you doubting me?
Lupe: No, Senor Corleone, it’s just--
Sakura: God, Lupe, you’re so annoying! Nobody asked for your opinion, Lupe!!! You’re fired as soon as we get out of here!
[A Staff Member walks up to Cash as Cash looks visibly annoyed.]
Staff Member: Oh, I’m sorry, sir, but you’re not supposed to be bringing children in here… Especially without a face mask.
Cash: What’s that, you say? What’s this guy on about?
Sakura: I think he’s trying to say our Hurricane is too weak to go around in public without a face mask AND can’t gamble well! The audacity!
Cash: Listen to me, you scrawny little shitbag, I don’t know how much you value your job, but if you value your life whatsoever, you’ll politely shut your mouth, forget about anything else you’d like to say, walk in the opposite direction, and go fuck yourself. Our Hurricane is a powerful woman that’s above you in health, status, and everything else that fucking hamster wheel in your head can spin hard enough to think of. Understand?
Staff Worker: I… Yes, sir.
Cash: Good! Then get the fuck away from us or it’s not gonna be a virus you’re afraid of hurting your throat, it’s gonna be my fucking foot!
[The embarrassed and fearful Staff Worker quickly rushes away while Cash, Sakura, Lupe, and Hurricane continue to make their way through the Casino.]
Cash: You see? Do you see how weak-minded people are?
Sakura: I know, my Cassius, I can’t believe that peasant had the gall to insult our Hurricane like that! Implying she’s anything like them!
Cash: Idiots. All of them. People like that just don’t get it. They really don’t. Give ‘em a mile and they’re gonna take an inch. Hurricane needs to see and learn how people below her deserve to be treated. The vast majority of the world is filled with pieces of garbage that she’s gonna have to sift through. They’re so fucking stupid that they think we’re anything like them, but they don’t seem to understand that we were born and raised to be better. Hurricane - much like us - was dealt a winning hand in life. She was born genetically gifted and born into a family that’s going to provide her with anything her heart ever desires. Now the hands the rest of these people were dealt? Junk. All of it. They got nothin. So what do they do? They take what they got and just settle for it. They look at people like us and wish they could be as strong and healthy and talented. That’s why we’re here. We make our mark everywhere we go.
[Cash and the others look around at people playing all sorts of games, such as Slots.]
Cash: Pathetic. Just look at ‘em. They’ll never win. They know they’ll never win. But they try. They try, and they try, and they try some more, and for what? Because it’s all they have left, obviously. Weak-minded. They’ve got hardly any money as it is, but they spend every ounce of it getting to this place, walking into this Casino, and wasting it on loss after fucking loss. But you know what? I respect THESE people a whole hell of a lot more than I respect someone like any of the pieces of shit who side with “World’s Finest”. The next dominoes in line for me to knock down are “The Wild Cards”, and that inspired me to bring us all here for a nice family trip. You’ve gotta be some sorta gambler to be calling yourself “Wild Cards”, right? You think April Song is a gambler herself? Of course she is. All three of them are clearly gamblers. They’re making the biggest gamble of their entire fucking lives right now, and we’re all witnesses to it. You can drag your carcass here and play any of these games. Play Craps, play Roulette, play the Slots. ANY of it. Play any of this, and you’ll have more of a chance of pulling something off than The Wild Cards and April Song do, because while the chances of winning for these people may be slim, the chances of anyone coming out of World’s Finest winning is fucking NON-EXISTENT. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. And to make it worse, it’s high risk, low reward. What are they risking their lives for? Just to win a match? Like it’s gonna mean shit? Like The Underworld is going anywhere? Even if they had a snowball’s chance in hell of pulling anything off, it wouldn’t make a single Goddamn difference and they would still be firmly right underneath our collective boot like an old, chewed up, insignificant little piece of gum.
[Sakura takes notice of a nearby game and points to it as Cash nods. They all make their way over to the Blackjack table as Sakura looks on at it with an excited expression.]
Sakura: Ohhh, I wanna play! I’ll play a game!
Blackjack Dealer: Certainly, ma’am, and how much would you like to spend?
[Cash snaps his fingers as a couple of stoic men in black suits with black sunglasses on of Corleone Security come out of seemingly nowhere and place two full cases of chips on the table.]
Cash: How about all of it?
Blackjack Dealer: I… Don’t think I would recommend that, sir.
Cash: I don’t remember asking for your recommendation, cocksucker. Shut your mouth and do your job before I make you physically unable to open your mouth again.
[The Blackjack Dealer nods as he sets up the game. He places two cards down in front of Sakura that happen to be a 7 of Spades and a 4 of Hearts.]
Blackjack Dealer: Stay or hit?
Sakura: More!
[The Blackjack Dealer nods and puts down another card, which ends up being an 8 of Hearts.]
Blackjack Dealer: That’s 19.
Sakura: Another!
[The Blackjack Dealer raises an eyebrow, but says nothing as he places another card down that ends up being a 5 of Diamonds.]
Blackjack Dealer: I’m afraid you’ve--
Sakura: And another!
Blackjack Dealer: … Ma’am, you’ve already lost, that’s well over 21 and--
[Cash reaches over the table as he grabs the head of the Blackjack Dealer and slams it hard onto the table; keeping the Dealer’s head there, applying more pressure by the second.]
Cash: Now what the fuck did I tell you about saying stupid fucking shit that you have no business saying?! If my wife wants another card placed down, you’re gonna fucking do it and you’re gonna do it without hesitation and a smile on that ugly fucking face of yours for the honor to serve this woman for a game! What’s that you’re trying to say? Am I forcing your face too hard into the table, huh? Is it a little hard to speak and try to worm your way out of this? My Cherry Blossom didn’t make a mistake here! YOU did! YOU failed to realize that the rules of your stupid fucking game don’t apply to Sakura or me or Hurricane, because we can do whatever the fuck we please. We have more than enough money to buy this Casino, buy you, and burn you both to the Goddamn ground and piss on the ashes. First you have the nerve to question us about how much money we wanted to spend and then you think you can tell us what we can or can’t do? As if we give a shit about your rules? It’s no wonder why! You’re no better than The Wild Cards! You’re no better than April Song! All of them! Everyone who isn’t a member of The Underworld are a bunch of delusional fucking nitwits who think they have the right to tell us what to do and enforce their little rules and honorable ways on us because they were born into a world oh-so fucking unfair to them. This is why people like you and people like them will lose, and always lose. This is why we win. We go beyond the boundaries you hold so dearly, and we watch while you struggle and squirm so hard to pull something off even in the face of inevitable defeat. There’s people who play by the rules and sit behind the table and take their loss and move on, but then there’s people who reach around the table, beat the shit out of whoever ran the game, and take whatever they please. One gets something, and the other gets nothing. Pretty fucking easy to understand, right? You’d think so. Shame it’s not that easy. I could take The Wild Cards and April Song, and I could beat them within an inch of their lives. I could cave their skulls in. I could put them in comas. Break their bones, rip their tendons. I could do all of that, but I know people like them. They don’t listen to reason. They don’t fall in line. Sometimes shoving a dog’s face in its own shit just isn’t enough to teach it a lesson, y’know? Sometimes you just gotta put the dog down and hope the rest of the mutts learn from it before they cross your path too.
[Cash lets go of the Dealer, who immediately drops down in pain behind the table. Cash sighs as Sakura fixes Cash’s suit for him.]
Cash: Thank your lucky stars, Mr. Dealer. Be thankful you ain’t worth my time. There’s a much bigger game I’m playing right now. You go ahead and keep those chips. Hell, it ain’t like you get the money they value anyway. That’ll go to your bosses, and most of it will go to their bosses, and so on and on until it reaches back to me, because I’m at the top. We are at the top. We run this place when it comes down to it. Ya just don’t know it yet. But you’ll learn. You’ll see. Tune in to DOMINION and watch along with the rest of the dogs and hopefully you’ll learn your lesson.
[Sakura clings to Cash as they walk off with an exhausted and visibly shaken Lupe follows behind with Hurricane in her arms as others nearby at the Casino look on before the camera fades to black.]
Sat Dec 03, 2022 4:36 pm by 
Subject: Casino Royals 
