From B/W/R's response:

"Jamie Gold is disappointed that the plaintiff, a person he has only known since July of this year, has elected to file litigation rather than continue the parties' discussions in an effort to find a resolution to this matter.

"Mr. Gold believes strongly in the American judicial system and believes that it is better to present his case there than to try the matter before the court of public opinion.

It's a fairly uninspired piece of flacksmanship, and one that prudently resists repeating what Gold has emphatically explained to his counsel and reps many times now: that yes, he knowingly said those words on a recording device, but that not only were his fingers and legs crossed at the time, so were the fingers and legs of the celebratory hooker he was fucking on the gigantic pile of cash he had just been awarded when he happened to make the call.

• Jamie Gold's People Respond to Lawsuit, Finally [WickedChopsPoker.com]

About three hours beforehand, at 10:52 a.m., Gold left a message for Leyser, according to the complaint, in which he tried to reassure Leyser that he would be getting half of whatever after-tax winnings Gold won that day.

"I promise you - you can keep this recording on my word - there's no possible way you're not going to get half after taxes," Leyser claims that Gold said in the telephone message. "So please just be with me. I can't imagine you're going to have a problem with it. I just don't want any stress about any money or any of that (expletive) going on today, or even after the end of the day."

Later in the recording, Gold allegedly said: "But please just trust me. You've trusted me the whole way, you can trust me a little bit more. I promise you there's no way anybody will go anywhere with your money. It's your money." [...]

But Leyser claims Gold now refuses to direct the Rio to pay him his $6 million. He also claims that Gold broke their contract and defrauded him, among other things.

We hereby retract any doubts we may have raised about Gold's background: If these voicemails do in fact exist, they clearly display an accomplished agent's gift for fucking someone over.

• All that glitter is not Gold's, says lawsuit seeking half of poker win [Las Vegas Sun via Wicked Chops Poker]

Gentlemen or Ladies,

Jamie Gold represented me as an agent/manager from 1996 to my semi-retirement back to Georgia in 2004, and was a friend and adviser for several years before that. While I have never been a household word (other than overseas, thanks to the popularity of the 80's soap Santa Barbara), I did manage to have a respectable career, none of it in porn, thanks in large part to Jamie Gold.

We have both ridden the Hollywood roller coaster, sometimes together, sometimes separately over the years, but have remained friends, both in business and personally. Based on an almost twenty-year relationship, I can say with confidence that Jamie Gold is what he says he is, give or take the usual embellishments any resume is prey to. He is a truly good guy who has both earned and deserves his good fortune.

"O, beware, my lord, of Jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster that doth mock
The meat it feeds on..."

Othello
Act III, Scene 3

Thank you,

Lane Davies
Artistic Director
Santa Susana Repertory Company
Associate Artistic Director
Kingsmen Shakespeare Festival
SAG, AFTRA, AEA

Let the record reflect that Jamie Gold had a working client besides Ron Jeremy, and according to this former associate, any resume embellishments Gold made during his WSoP media sessions may have fallen within the acceptable range of "typical agent bullshit."

We look forward to notes from James Gandolfini, Felicity Huffman, Lucy Liu, or anyone else from Gold's disputed client list clarifying his involvement in the shaping of their careers.

• Jamie Gold: Not As Agenty As Previously Claimed? [Defamer]
• Poker-Playing Former Agent Loses Battle WIth Fame [Defamer]
• Conflicted Former Agent Plays Winning Poker, Fears Fame [Defamer]

I speak for the masses. Please stop Jamie Gold, and his millions of lies.

Jamie Gold never represented any of the people he keeps saying he has. Lies, lies, lies. He was an ASSISTANT, and then a very very junior agent at a small agency in the early 1990's who MIGHT have taken messages from some of these people, before forwarding them to their real agent. He is a classic Hollywood liar - other people's successes become his own, and his own failures become somebody else's. He has always had a pathological relationship with the truth...which makes him ideal for poker. Sigh. But have you noted his deranged ramblings about being the basis for the Ari Gold character in Entourage? What would your dancing Ari Emanuel mascot say!? It's really kind of sad, if you think about it; first taste of fame that he says he doesn't want, and he pops off a few corkers that defy credulity.

It's really freaking a lot of us out who have known him over the years, to hear these wild, ridiculous claims in the press; it is also crude that the mainstream media has never checked any of this out, and keeps calling him an ex-talent agent, and citing this long list of stars he has supposedly been instrumental in creating. He's an ex-talent agent like Naomi Campbell is an ex-actress - forgettable, failed and dangerous. He hasn't even managed or been an agent in years and years. To be perfectly blunt, the only REAL celebrity Jamie Gold has ever personally signed and represented was Ron Jeremy. That's right. Ron The Hedgehog Jeremy. Not Jeffrey Wright. Not Lucy Liu, not Melora Walters, not Felicity Huffman, none of them. His agency was more like Talent Agency Waiting Room of the Damned. Think last stop on the downward spiral, and those were his clients. As for being James Gandolfini's rep (an actor he somehow managed to steal when he went solo for one disastrous year), that's a joke; that honor REALLY belonged to his ex-partner, who at that time wisely broke up with Jamie, probably right when he started repping porn stars. Which most of his former theatrical clients did, by the way; seems even they, in the ninth circle of agency rep hell, couldn't bear to be associated with Jamie Gold's Van Nuys Talent Hut.

And as long as we're on the topic, Hollywood, Interrupted reports that after Gold pays off his tournament backers, he might only be walking away with second-place money after all. Once you get past the millions of dollars he'll clear after taxes, this fame stuff really does kind of suck.

• Poker-Playing Former Agent Loses Battle WIth Fame [Defamer]
• Conflicted Former Agent Plays Winning Poker, Fears Fame [ [Defamer]

Former agent Jamie Gold lost his valiant battle with fame early this morning, winning the World Series of Poker (on a bluff, naturally), its $12 million purse, and the lifelong curse of being upsold to a multisong, private room lapdance by every stripper in Vegas who recognizes him as "that rich poker guy." Keenly aware of their newest ambassador's ambivalence for his forced role as the Face of Poker, World Series organizers made Gold as comfortable as possible by supplementing their monetary spoils with a treat harkening back to his Hollywood life as an agent, hiding a fleshy, newborn baby inside the pile of his prize money, then inviting him to burrow inside right there at the table and partake of his victory snack.

• Gold rush: Bluff nets Gold $12 million WSOP win [ESPN.com]
• Conflicted Former Agent Plays Winning Poker, Fears Fame [Defamer]

"I don't want it,'' Gold said. "I've seen what it's done to other people. I've worked with actors from James Gandolfini to Felicity Huffman to Lucy Liu.

"Gandolfini wanted nothing to do with fame. If you notice before 'The Sopranos,' he never did a movie that put him in the spotlight. He never did Jay Leno. He never did an interview. He never talked to the press. He didn't want any of it. He couldn't stand it because he knew what would happen to his life.

"He got in an accident in New York City and someone walked over to him and said something like, 'Well, you're Tony Soprano, so you don't need any help.' Craziness. It's insane.."

It's not too hard to understand why a behind-the-scenes player (or anyone who's even fleetingly considered a messy suicide upon hearing an actress discuss who she's wearing on the red carpet) like Gold would eschew the spotlight, but we think there might be a deeper psychological explanation for his fame-phobia revealed by the Gandolfini story. Namely, Gold fears that if he's crossing the street in Beverly Hills and he's struck by a Lexus, a bystander will rush to his side, recognize him as a onetime agent, then leave him for dead.

• Good as Gold [ESPN.com]