Post by b3rt77 on Mar 7, 2007 4:00:09 GMT -5
The party is on and has been going for over two hours now at a local club around where Bert lives. Bert loves these types of party's in fact he loves any type of party. He usually tries to be the life of it and god knows he's always one of the loudest there and tonight is no different.
There is a good crowd, there has to be at least fifty people there. Half are drunk and the other half is not far behind and more people are still coming in. The music is blasting and most of the people are on the dance floor. This is a special party that Bert and Rob arranged. It is for wrestling fans, friends and family.
Bert looks over and sees Rob playing pool with a few friends and fans. He then goes and sits at the corner stool at the bar. A paintball tournament is on the TV so Bert watches the it while he waits for the bartender
A minute later a man walks up to him.
Man:
Your Ritalin right?
Bert looks at the man
Ritalin:
Does he owe you money?
Man:
No.
Ritalin:
Then yes I am Ritalin.
Man:
Ah good. Well Ritalin I am a writer for a magazine that covers wrestling. I was just wondering if you would give a few words about your next match on XVI.
Bert looks back at the TV.
Ritalin:
No not really
Man:
Well do you have anything to say about your partner?
Ritalin:
Nope.
Man:
Can I get any comments from you at all?
Ritalin:
Most likely not. (laughs) I'm just messing with you. Tell you what sit down buy yourself a drink, treat me to one and I'll talk with you for a little while.
Man:
Um sure sounds good. What are you having?
Ritalin:
Just get me a nice big glass of vodka to start off with.
The man signals for the bartender and orders two vodkas.
Ritalin:
Ok so you want to get my thoughts on my next match. Well I don't have many. You know I work out, watch videos of my opponents matches and all the other stuff I do to get prepared for the ring. And if you want to know what my plans are I don't know yet. For The Meds to be the best team on XVI, to be a popular wrestler, to be champion. They all sound good I will try for each.
Ritalin turns around and points over to Prozac.
Ritalin:
That is the Xtream champ
Man:
Yes I know.
Ritalin:
If I win my next match I will go on to face him for that title. Neither of us has a problem beating the hell out of each other. God knows we have done it so many times growing up. This will be the first time we have faced of professionally though. But I can tell you that I look forward to facing Rob more then anyone because I know he gives everything he has in his matches. I live for the challenge which I know Rob can give me. It will be intense and fun.
Man:
What about your next match?
Ritalin laughs lightly
Ritalin:
All those guys better have taken there meds because they are going to need a lot more then what they have to beat me, they will need an act of god to say the least. Now I’m sorry to cut this short but there is a party going on which I wont miss another minute of so I hope what I told you is good enough.
Man:
Yes it is thank you and good luck in your match.
Ritalin:
Thank you but save you luck for someone who needs it like the other wrestlers in the match.
Man:
(laughs) Ok I will. Well I'll see you around.
Ritalin:
You aren't going anywhere it's a party man come on enjoy your self.
Scene fades with Bert pushing the man on to the dance floor and Bert walking over to Rob at the pool table.
There is a good crowd, there has to be at least fifty people there. Half are drunk and the other half is not far behind and more people are still coming in. The music is blasting and most of the people are on the dance floor. This is a special party that Bert and Rob arranged. It is for wrestling fans, friends and family.
Bert looks over and sees Rob playing pool with a few friends and fans. He then goes and sits at the corner stool at the bar. A paintball tournament is on the TV so Bert watches the it while he waits for the bartender
A minute later a man walks up to him.
Man:
Your Ritalin right?
Bert looks at the man
Ritalin:
Does he owe you money?
Man:
No.
Ritalin:
Then yes I am Ritalin.
Man:
Ah good. Well Ritalin I am a writer for a magazine that covers wrestling. I was just wondering if you would give a few words about your next match on XVI.
Bert looks back at the TV.
Ritalin:
No not really
Man:
Well do you have anything to say about your partner?
Ritalin:
Nope.
Man:
Can I get any comments from you at all?
Ritalin:
Most likely not. (laughs) I'm just messing with you. Tell you what sit down buy yourself a drink, treat me to one and I'll talk with you for a little while.
Man:
Um sure sounds good. What are you having?
Ritalin:
Just get me a nice big glass of vodka to start off with.
The man signals for the bartender and orders two vodkas.
Ritalin:
Ok so you want to get my thoughts on my next match. Well I don't have many. You know I work out, watch videos of my opponents matches and all the other stuff I do to get prepared for the ring. And if you want to know what my plans are I don't know yet. For The Meds to be the best team on XVI, to be a popular wrestler, to be champion. They all sound good I will try for each.
Ritalin turns around and points over to Prozac.
Ritalin:
That is the Xtream champ
Man:
Yes I know.
Ritalin:
If I win my next match I will go on to face him for that title. Neither of us has a problem beating the hell out of each other. God knows we have done it so many times growing up. This will be the first time we have faced of professionally though. But I can tell you that I look forward to facing Rob more then anyone because I know he gives everything he has in his matches. I live for the challenge which I know Rob can give me. It will be intense and fun.
Man:
What about your next match?
Ritalin laughs lightly
Ritalin:
All those guys better have taken there meds because they are going to need a lot more then what they have to beat me, they will need an act of god to say the least. Now I’m sorry to cut this short but there is a party going on which I wont miss another minute of so I hope what I told you is good enough.
Man:
Yes it is thank you and good luck in your match.
Ritalin:
Thank you but save you luck for someone who needs it like the other wrestlers in the match.
Man:
(laughs) Ok I will. Well I'll see you around.
Ritalin:
You aren't going anywhere it's a party man come on enjoy your self.
Scene fades with Bert pushing the man on to the dance floor and Bert walking over to Rob at the pool table.