Post by prozac on Jun 18, 2007 17:21:26 GMT -5
I’m sitting on a bar stool in a local bar in my town, called “Minute Man”. My favorite bar around here, its decent size, very clean, great selection of alcohol, and nice people hang out here. I have a half empty Jack and diet in my hand and I’m spinning it making the ice it in clink against the glass as they swirl around. I am getting ready to play a game of pool with Ritalin; he’s setting it up at the pool table behind me.
My thoughts keep dwelling on the King of the Ring and my second match in it this Monday at Side Effect. I have been in several companies and I have made my name in each, but in XVI I do not feel I have came anywhere close to leaving the mark that I want to leave. I have been thinking about it for the last 5 to 10 minutes as I stare blankly at my drink.
Ritalin
Ready man!
I twist my body slightly and glance over at Ritalin who is standing near the pool sticks picking one out that he likes.
Prozac
Alright one sec!
I quickly down the last of my beverage in one large gulp. I groan as the powerful taste runs down my throat. I then place the drink o0n the bar and signal for the bartender to refill me, she returns my signal with a slight nod and a smile. Seconds later she walks over to me and refills my glass with that sweet liquid that I love so much. I then spin on the stool that I was sitting in and slide off it and onto my feet.
Ritalin
I’ll break!
I knew he was going to say that, he always wants to break. I walk slowly over to the pool sticks and grab two that catch my eye. I measure each one for a second before I choose my weapon of choice. I turn to see Ritalin measuring his shot, I’m surprised to find him not cheating. He pulls the stick back before pushing it forward with much forcefulness. He hits the cue ball making it smash against all the other in a very nice break. Out of all the balls that are rolling and bouncing everywhere only one ball goes in the corner pocket, a stripped ball. The balls have stopped there scattering, and we both are looking at the playing field that Ritalin has made for us.
Ritalin
You’re quite tonight, what’s on your mind?
Prozac
Just been thinking about the King of the Ring. What I’m thinking about is, I’m still in the early parts of my career, but I feel its time to leave my mark, and this tournament is the perfect way to do it.
I see him lean over once again, and aim fro the red stripped ball, which was a simple shot, it was right next to the side pocket and the cue ball was a good position to hit it in. With a quick clack of the stick hitting the white ball and another crack sound he was ahead with two striped balls in and none in for me.
Prozac
I have been working my ass off since I found out about this tourney, this is really the first break I had since I started. And with all the preparation, and determination I have this tournament is as good as mine.
Again Ritalin aims for another easy shot, he shoots and knocks another in, I am watching a game that I might lose before I even have a turn. I bring my drink to my lips and take a small sip, and move it around in my moth to save the flavor before letting it easily slides down into its new home in my stomach.
Ritalin
You got the Xtream chomp next right?
He asks as he lines up the shot.
Prozac
Yeah!
He takes his shot and the cue ball bashes into another balls which hits the side of the table just missing the hole. About time, finally my turn.
Prozac
He is the Xtream champ, but does he understand what that means. An Xtream champ doesn’t just go into a match, he goes into a war.
I rest the rod on my hand keeping my hands completely still like a statue so I don’t measure wrong, and I lean over slightly looking straight down the stick to line up my shot. I gaze down the stick, not blinking, completely focused on making the shot. My breathing is calm, but I feel warn sweat running down the back of my neck, probably a mix of the heat and the intensity of this game.
Prozac
He can bring his war, and I will bring my war and my war like strategies. I will show a large comparison between the likes of Napoleon Bonaparte, George Patton, Dwight Eisenhower and Ulysses S. Grant and I. I will show how works such as The Art of War by Sun Tzu and The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli can lead to the most sadistic, cruel, blood thirsty and masterminding leaders the world has seen. Those two books have brought about the Paul Pots, Adolf Hitler’s, Josef Stalin’s and Mao Ze Dongs of our world. But, no one in the history of professional wrestling is as large a mastermind as myself, as cruel an individual as myself, as blood thirsty of a competitor as myself. There is no one that professional wrestling has ever seen that can out do me when it comes to punishing my opponents, when it comes to out smarting their foes this industry has seen no one on my level. Ric Flair, Vince McMahon, Triple H, Mick Foley, Eric Bischoff whoever the hell you would like to call a mastermind, whoever in the hell you would like to call vicious or blood thirsty, whoever you would define as a strategist...none of them compare to me.
I take the shot and with ease I knock it in, that’s one down.
Prozac
My mark will be left, no war will stop me. I didn’t make it past the first obstacle in this tourney to get stopped now.
I glare at the next ball that I plan on sinking, one down and its about to be two. I shoot connecting right on target, the ball goes in the hole and the scene fades.
My thoughts keep dwelling on the King of the Ring and my second match in it this Monday at Side Effect. I have been in several companies and I have made my name in each, but in XVI I do not feel I have came anywhere close to leaving the mark that I want to leave. I have been thinking about it for the last 5 to 10 minutes as I stare blankly at my drink.
Ritalin
Ready man!
I twist my body slightly and glance over at Ritalin who is standing near the pool sticks picking one out that he likes.
Prozac
Alright one sec!
I quickly down the last of my beverage in one large gulp. I groan as the powerful taste runs down my throat. I then place the drink o0n the bar and signal for the bartender to refill me, she returns my signal with a slight nod and a smile. Seconds later she walks over to me and refills my glass with that sweet liquid that I love so much. I then spin on the stool that I was sitting in and slide off it and onto my feet.
Ritalin
I’ll break!
I knew he was going to say that, he always wants to break. I walk slowly over to the pool sticks and grab two that catch my eye. I measure each one for a second before I choose my weapon of choice. I turn to see Ritalin measuring his shot, I’m surprised to find him not cheating. He pulls the stick back before pushing it forward with much forcefulness. He hits the cue ball making it smash against all the other in a very nice break. Out of all the balls that are rolling and bouncing everywhere only one ball goes in the corner pocket, a stripped ball. The balls have stopped there scattering, and we both are looking at the playing field that Ritalin has made for us.
Ritalin
You’re quite tonight, what’s on your mind?
Prozac
Just been thinking about the King of the Ring. What I’m thinking about is, I’m still in the early parts of my career, but I feel its time to leave my mark, and this tournament is the perfect way to do it.
I see him lean over once again, and aim fro the red stripped ball, which was a simple shot, it was right next to the side pocket and the cue ball was a good position to hit it in. With a quick clack of the stick hitting the white ball and another crack sound he was ahead with two striped balls in and none in for me.
Prozac
I have been working my ass off since I found out about this tourney, this is really the first break I had since I started. And with all the preparation, and determination I have this tournament is as good as mine.
Again Ritalin aims for another easy shot, he shoots and knocks another in, I am watching a game that I might lose before I even have a turn. I bring my drink to my lips and take a small sip, and move it around in my moth to save the flavor before letting it easily slides down into its new home in my stomach.
Ritalin
You got the Xtream chomp next right?
He asks as he lines up the shot.
Prozac
Yeah!
He takes his shot and the cue ball bashes into another balls which hits the side of the table just missing the hole. About time, finally my turn.
Prozac
He is the Xtream champ, but does he understand what that means. An Xtream champ doesn’t just go into a match, he goes into a war.
I rest the rod on my hand keeping my hands completely still like a statue so I don’t measure wrong, and I lean over slightly looking straight down the stick to line up my shot. I gaze down the stick, not blinking, completely focused on making the shot. My breathing is calm, but I feel warn sweat running down the back of my neck, probably a mix of the heat and the intensity of this game.
Prozac
He can bring his war, and I will bring my war and my war like strategies. I will show a large comparison between the likes of Napoleon Bonaparte, George Patton, Dwight Eisenhower and Ulysses S. Grant and I. I will show how works such as The Art of War by Sun Tzu and The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli can lead to the most sadistic, cruel, blood thirsty and masterminding leaders the world has seen. Those two books have brought about the Paul Pots, Adolf Hitler’s, Josef Stalin’s and Mao Ze Dongs of our world. But, no one in the history of professional wrestling is as large a mastermind as myself, as cruel an individual as myself, as blood thirsty of a competitor as myself. There is no one that professional wrestling has ever seen that can out do me when it comes to punishing my opponents, when it comes to out smarting their foes this industry has seen no one on my level. Ric Flair, Vince McMahon, Triple H, Mick Foley, Eric Bischoff whoever the hell you would like to call a mastermind, whoever in the hell you would like to call vicious or blood thirsty, whoever you would define as a strategist...none of them compare to me.
I take the shot and with ease I knock it in, that’s one down.
Prozac
My mark will be left, no war will stop me. I didn’t make it past the first obstacle in this tourney to get stopped now.
I glare at the next ball that I plan on sinking, one down and its about to be two. I shoot connecting right on target, the ball goes in the hole and the scene fades.