Post by Myst on Jul 29, 2007 6:53:15 GMT -5
OOC: I think just for a change I am going to try first person.
What the hell am I doing here, I think to myself as I sit at a dim lit bar, my solitude rudely interupted at the end of the bar by the clattering of ball against ball as two fat and disgutingly obese men sweat over a game of pool. I wonder if they realised who is sat in this same scumbag of a bar whether they would keep doing what they are doing. I try to blank it out with another shot of whisky. I pour it into my mouth hoping not to taste the vile fluid in my mouth.
Clatter, Clatter. That is all I here, every so often a cheer goes out when one of them 'Skillfully' pockets the ball, there is nothing skillful about what they are doing. Wrestling is a skill fighting is a skill, surviving that is a skill. Potting some measily balls in a hole almost twice the size of the ball. That is not skill that is a 'sport' created for morons, I have almost had enough the only thing keeping me in this bar is the female behind the bar.
Women: Can I get you another shot bud?
The voice speaks to me as I look up at her a shrowd surrounds her from the neon Budweiser light in the back. It sounds almost angelic... it sounds like... no it can't be. I have to speak before I creep her out.
Myst: Yeh, put another...
I pause as I forget what I was saying
Myst: ...another one in the glass please.
Damn, I stuttered. The alcohol off the night before still on my breathe she looks at me weighing it up whether I have had enough and to tell the truth I am no longer sure myself, she pours the drink and takes my scrumbled up money my penultimate note before my next paycheck when I go up against Dan Taylor and Jordan Glass.
Woman: So what is a good looking guy like you doing in a bar like this?
God dammit, I think to myself. Now I can't even get a drink in peace without the local barmaid doing her bit to get an extra few bucks at the end of the night. Well heres a newsflash for you I don't got no money! I fight the need to say it out loud instead I play along with her game.
Myst: Good Looking me?
The woman stands back and laughs.
Woman: Hell yeah, I mean you. Who else could I be talking to? Those two jokes down there.
The woman turns her head down to the two playing pool, I do the same although I wish I never as one of them takes there shot, the jeans slip low down and his ass hangs out. I turn back and I crack a joke... maybes for once talking to someone for real might just... might just help.
Myst: Well, that guy there has a nice face.
Success, the woman laughs as I laugh a little two. It had been too long since I last laughed.
Woman: You never answered my question before. What you doing down here.
Oh yeah the question I forgot about it. I try to come up without a lie without saying I am a proffessional wrestler, she would probably take it as another lame attempt of humour. I ignore the Television the two men put on at the bottom of the bar as nothing springs to mind I can only think of the truth.
Myst: Well, you ever heard of a company that calls themselves XVI?
I say rubbing the back of my neck a little awkwardly, she nods letting me know its OK to continue.
Myst: Well... Well....
I lean forward so not to be in earshot of the two men at the bottom of the bar. The woman leans forward I catch a smell of her perfume, the cool flowery smell enters my nostrils as I forget my smell will no doubt attack her nostrils I have not showered for a long long time.
Myst: I am a wrestler.
She leans back from me, from the smell, from my comment. I cannot quite make out as she looks at me funny.
Woman: You Work for XVI?
I nod my head as she points to the television. As I catch the XVI logo on the screen I cringe and she quickly picks up on this.
Woman: Like hell you do. Those two men down there.... they make me watch this stuff week in week out and not once have I seen you on that television box.
What the hell? I tell her the truth. I tell her what I do. The fact that I single handly defeated The Meds; Prozac and Ritalin and here she has the nerve to tell me I do not do what I just told her. My anger just about boils over as I manage to keep it together, as I realise where the problem may lie.
Myst: Do you watch the pay per views?
The woman laughs at me? I never made a joke. Well I do not think I did.
Woman: Look at this bar. We get those two losers in every day and then some people like yourself who make a wrong turn and end up here. So do you think my boss is going to let us put on a pay per view.
Come to think of it the bar is rather upside down, ran down I mean they did not even have Jack Daniels that I wanted, no so two bit whisky subsitute which tasted more like paint stripper than it did whisky.
Myst: Fair Point.
Thats all I manage to get out before my brain calls out for more alcohol and my body delivers reaching out for the glass and taking a drink. The woman quickly fills it up, I turn around and say embarrasingly.
Myst: I have no more money to spare you are going to have to take that back.
The woman shakes her head.
Woman: You are interesting. I want to here this story...
Interesting and good looking? Me?! I look around and make sure she is in fact talking to me.
Myst: Well if you saw the pay per view you will I in fact single handly took on the Med's and won.
The woman slams the bar and takes the drink back whilst laughing. I try to grab the drink but its too late.
Woman: So wait a minute your trying to tell me you made your first XVI Match at a Pay Per View where you defeated The Meds, your trying to tell me you are that man?
I shrug my shoulders and well, I am not lying so I nod my head.
Woman: So whats your name hot shot?
She stands putting the drink back down on the bar. I look at her but she is not buying my story. I answer her question with a question of my own.
Myst: Whats your name?
The woman fires back quickly,
Woman: Serena. A little defensive aren't we.
I answer quickly after hers.
Myst: Myst.
I say as she slides the drink back my way and I drink it she pours me another one followed by another question. Obviously she does not like to live her life by the meaning of her name peacefully.
Serena: Myst? What is that it?
I look at her.
Myst: It is now yeah.
She looks at me funny as I look back at her.
Serena: So what does it mean?
Many people had different reasons for why I decided to go by the name Mysterious always was the first one on the list and yes maybes it was partly for that reason but alas there was others. Myst is like a Fog, it appears wherever it wants it lies wherever it wants and without an explanation or a reason it will just vanish leaving without a trace, since my beloved Nicola passed away that is how I live my life and now it was my name, my only name the rest was history.
Myst: Mysterious. Plain and Simple.
I tell her a lie, I am not about to let a stranger know all about my past am I, she nods in approval I miss her next comments as my eye is drawn to the television in the corner as a voice I am no doubt going to know sooner rather than later is heard. The two men stare fixated to the screen. The voice is that of Jordan Glass as he talks trash about Dan Taylor as I look on at the screen I notice Serena staring at me now believing my story a little more which makes me smile inside for some reason when a shiver runs down my spine as he begins speaking about me. I look at her and then my drink, she gets the hint as I keep listening sipping the drink in front of me. Jordan Glass sure does know how to talk a load of crap... The speech finishes up as he finishes up with the line "Are You Too Scared of Bullet Proof to come out here?". I look into my glass for the answers I swirl the brown liqour around as I shake my head.
Myst: Too Scared... I ain't even in the same god damn building. You stupid punk.
Some how the comment makes me feel better as I drink the whisky and stand up as I do I see Serena wants to say something but yet she does not it builds up in her throat looking like she is going to choke on it. I put on my beaten worn leather trench coat as I head for the door when out of nowhere the words she was choking on pour out of her mouth six words that cut to the core of my life.
Serena: ARE YOU SCARED OF JORDAN GLASS.
Six words thats all they were and yet this bar maid knows me for thirty minutes and already she thinks she knows me. I try to ignore the comment as I head for the door. I fight the need to defend myself as I push my hand on the door and then I cannot take it anymore as I slam my hand against it. The urge of man the need to prove yourself in front of a woman comes to the forefront as I turn around and look at her.
Myst: Now listen here Serena. Jordan Glass does he bother me? Does he shit bother me.
I cannot believe myself I tried to keep my cool, the two men look over from the corner twice they heard the name Jordan Glass and now they are intrigued.
Myst: Jordan Glass is a man who is undefeated here in the XVI for fifteen matches. Now that is impressive but do you know what. Do you know what Serena. That is fifteen matches, fifteen matches that were not against me!
The alcohol has truly kicked in right now as I continue to go off on my tangent.
Myst: See Serena. Jordan Glass maybe the present of Xtreme Vicious Intent but that is all good and well but what this business needs is me.
I point to myself just in case Serena does not know who I am as the two men from the corner gradually shift forward.
Myst: I am the future of this business. I did not join XVI to listen to some over confident brat, tell me that he is going to beat me. This business works on respect and well if he does not respect me now he will find himself getting that respect beaten into him as he listens in his ear to the referee make the count for the one, two, three and it will be on that final hand hitting the mat that his world crashes down.
I notice the glass behind Serena as I look through it I see the desire burning behind my eyes, I let a sadistic smile pass my face as Serena smiles, she goes to speak again but I cut her off once more.
Myst: No see Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass thinks that he is invulnerable but let me tell you something Serena. No person is invulnerable. I learnt that the hard way, no we all have our flaws and no doubt Jordan Glass has his flaws too, just nobody has found them yet but mark my word I will find that flaw because thats what I do and I will apply pressure to it until it becomes not so miniscule anymore and the world will see that Jordan Glass is just an average man in an average world.
I stop for breathe as Serena continues to smile.
Myst: Any pain any suffering Jordan Glass feels he has felt so far. It is Nothing because only on Monday will he truly suffer, will he truly feel pain.
I look to the two men who are stood right next to me.
Myst: I cannot stay here any longer, I must go I have a match to prepare for.
Serena: No Worries Stud.
She winks at me was she really flirting with me. I had no money and she knew that. I put it down to the beer goggles as I walk back to the door the men whispering to themselves. I turn back and shout back at Serena.
Myst: Thanks for that.
Serena: For What?
Myst: You know what.
I come to realise for the first time this bar even with the XVI Fanatics in the corner was the closest I had come to finding a home.
Myst: I will see you around.
So that is it the final chapter for now to the biggest match of a career which is just starting. Jordan Glass and Dan Taylor I will see you in the squared circle. I will meet you in front of that crowd and I will prove to you and everyone else around that beating Prozac and Ritalin was not just a fluke and that I am The Future of this god damn business.
What the hell am I doing here, I think to myself as I sit at a dim lit bar, my solitude rudely interupted at the end of the bar by the clattering of ball against ball as two fat and disgutingly obese men sweat over a game of pool. I wonder if they realised who is sat in this same scumbag of a bar whether they would keep doing what they are doing. I try to blank it out with another shot of whisky. I pour it into my mouth hoping not to taste the vile fluid in my mouth.
Clatter, Clatter. That is all I here, every so often a cheer goes out when one of them 'Skillfully' pockets the ball, there is nothing skillful about what they are doing. Wrestling is a skill fighting is a skill, surviving that is a skill. Potting some measily balls in a hole almost twice the size of the ball. That is not skill that is a 'sport' created for morons, I have almost had enough the only thing keeping me in this bar is the female behind the bar.
Women: Can I get you another shot bud?
The voice speaks to me as I look up at her a shrowd surrounds her from the neon Budweiser light in the back. It sounds almost angelic... it sounds like... no it can't be. I have to speak before I creep her out.
Myst: Yeh, put another...
I pause as I forget what I was saying
Myst: ...another one in the glass please.
Damn, I stuttered. The alcohol off the night before still on my breathe she looks at me weighing it up whether I have had enough and to tell the truth I am no longer sure myself, she pours the drink and takes my scrumbled up money my penultimate note before my next paycheck when I go up against Dan Taylor and Jordan Glass.
Woman: So what is a good looking guy like you doing in a bar like this?
God dammit, I think to myself. Now I can't even get a drink in peace without the local barmaid doing her bit to get an extra few bucks at the end of the night. Well heres a newsflash for you I don't got no money! I fight the need to say it out loud instead I play along with her game.
Myst: Good Looking me?
The woman stands back and laughs.
Woman: Hell yeah, I mean you. Who else could I be talking to? Those two jokes down there.
The woman turns her head down to the two playing pool, I do the same although I wish I never as one of them takes there shot, the jeans slip low down and his ass hangs out. I turn back and I crack a joke... maybes for once talking to someone for real might just... might just help.
Myst: Well, that guy there has a nice face.
Success, the woman laughs as I laugh a little two. It had been too long since I last laughed.
Woman: You never answered my question before. What you doing down here.
Oh yeah the question I forgot about it. I try to come up without a lie without saying I am a proffessional wrestler, she would probably take it as another lame attempt of humour. I ignore the Television the two men put on at the bottom of the bar as nothing springs to mind I can only think of the truth.
Myst: Well, you ever heard of a company that calls themselves XVI?
I say rubbing the back of my neck a little awkwardly, she nods letting me know its OK to continue.
Myst: Well... Well....
I lean forward so not to be in earshot of the two men at the bottom of the bar. The woman leans forward I catch a smell of her perfume, the cool flowery smell enters my nostrils as I forget my smell will no doubt attack her nostrils I have not showered for a long long time.
Myst: I am a wrestler.
She leans back from me, from the smell, from my comment. I cannot quite make out as she looks at me funny.
Woman: You Work for XVI?
I nod my head as she points to the television. As I catch the XVI logo on the screen I cringe and she quickly picks up on this.
Woman: Like hell you do. Those two men down there.... they make me watch this stuff week in week out and not once have I seen you on that television box.
What the hell? I tell her the truth. I tell her what I do. The fact that I single handly defeated The Meds; Prozac and Ritalin and here she has the nerve to tell me I do not do what I just told her. My anger just about boils over as I manage to keep it together, as I realise where the problem may lie.
Myst: Do you watch the pay per views?
The woman laughs at me? I never made a joke. Well I do not think I did.
Woman: Look at this bar. We get those two losers in every day and then some people like yourself who make a wrong turn and end up here. So do you think my boss is going to let us put on a pay per view.
Come to think of it the bar is rather upside down, ran down I mean they did not even have Jack Daniels that I wanted, no so two bit whisky subsitute which tasted more like paint stripper than it did whisky.
Myst: Fair Point.
Thats all I manage to get out before my brain calls out for more alcohol and my body delivers reaching out for the glass and taking a drink. The woman quickly fills it up, I turn around and say embarrasingly.
Myst: I have no more money to spare you are going to have to take that back.
The woman shakes her head.
Woman: You are interesting. I want to here this story...
Interesting and good looking? Me?! I look around and make sure she is in fact talking to me.
Myst: Well if you saw the pay per view you will I in fact single handly took on the Med's and won.
The woman slams the bar and takes the drink back whilst laughing. I try to grab the drink but its too late.
Woman: So wait a minute your trying to tell me you made your first XVI Match at a Pay Per View where you defeated The Meds, your trying to tell me you are that man?
I shrug my shoulders and well, I am not lying so I nod my head.
Woman: So whats your name hot shot?
She stands putting the drink back down on the bar. I look at her but she is not buying my story. I answer her question with a question of my own.
Myst: Whats your name?
The woman fires back quickly,
Woman: Serena. A little defensive aren't we.
I answer quickly after hers.
Myst: Myst.
I say as she slides the drink back my way and I drink it she pours me another one followed by another question. Obviously she does not like to live her life by the meaning of her name peacefully.
Serena: Myst? What is that it?
I look at her.
Myst: It is now yeah.
She looks at me funny as I look back at her.
Serena: So what does it mean?
Many people had different reasons for why I decided to go by the name Mysterious always was the first one on the list and yes maybes it was partly for that reason but alas there was others. Myst is like a Fog, it appears wherever it wants it lies wherever it wants and without an explanation or a reason it will just vanish leaving without a trace, since my beloved Nicola passed away that is how I live my life and now it was my name, my only name the rest was history.
Myst: Mysterious. Plain and Simple.
I tell her a lie, I am not about to let a stranger know all about my past am I, she nods in approval I miss her next comments as my eye is drawn to the television in the corner as a voice I am no doubt going to know sooner rather than later is heard. The two men stare fixated to the screen. The voice is that of Jordan Glass as he talks trash about Dan Taylor as I look on at the screen I notice Serena staring at me now believing my story a little more which makes me smile inside for some reason when a shiver runs down my spine as he begins speaking about me. I look at her and then my drink, she gets the hint as I keep listening sipping the drink in front of me. Jordan Glass sure does know how to talk a load of crap... The speech finishes up as he finishes up with the line "Are You Too Scared of Bullet Proof to come out here?". I look into my glass for the answers I swirl the brown liqour around as I shake my head.
Myst: Too Scared... I ain't even in the same god damn building. You stupid punk.
Some how the comment makes me feel better as I drink the whisky and stand up as I do I see Serena wants to say something but yet she does not it builds up in her throat looking like she is going to choke on it. I put on my beaten worn leather trench coat as I head for the door when out of nowhere the words she was choking on pour out of her mouth six words that cut to the core of my life.
Serena: ARE YOU SCARED OF JORDAN GLASS.
Six words thats all they were and yet this bar maid knows me for thirty minutes and already she thinks she knows me. I try to ignore the comment as I head for the door. I fight the need to defend myself as I push my hand on the door and then I cannot take it anymore as I slam my hand against it. The urge of man the need to prove yourself in front of a woman comes to the forefront as I turn around and look at her.
Myst: Now listen here Serena. Jordan Glass does he bother me? Does he shit bother me.
I cannot believe myself I tried to keep my cool, the two men look over from the corner twice they heard the name Jordan Glass and now they are intrigued.
Myst: Jordan Glass is a man who is undefeated here in the XVI for fifteen matches. Now that is impressive but do you know what. Do you know what Serena. That is fifteen matches, fifteen matches that were not against me!
The alcohol has truly kicked in right now as I continue to go off on my tangent.
Myst: See Serena. Jordan Glass maybe the present of Xtreme Vicious Intent but that is all good and well but what this business needs is me.
I point to myself just in case Serena does not know who I am as the two men from the corner gradually shift forward.
Myst: I am the future of this business. I did not join XVI to listen to some over confident brat, tell me that he is going to beat me. This business works on respect and well if he does not respect me now he will find himself getting that respect beaten into him as he listens in his ear to the referee make the count for the one, two, three and it will be on that final hand hitting the mat that his world crashes down.
I notice the glass behind Serena as I look through it I see the desire burning behind my eyes, I let a sadistic smile pass my face as Serena smiles, she goes to speak again but I cut her off once more.
Myst: No see Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass thinks that he is invulnerable but let me tell you something Serena. No person is invulnerable. I learnt that the hard way, no we all have our flaws and no doubt Jordan Glass has his flaws too, just nobody has found them yet but mark my word I will find that flaw because thats what I do and I will apply pressure to it until it becomes not so miniscule anymore and the world will see that Jordan Glass is just an average man in an average world.
I stop for breathe as Serena continues to smile.
Myst: Any pain any suffering Jordan Glass feels he has felt so far. It is Nothing because only on Monday will he truly suffer, will he truly feel pain.
I look to the two men who are stood right next to me.
Myst: I cannot stay here any longer, I must go I have a match to prepare for.
Serena: No Worries Stud.
She winks at me was she really flirting with me. I had no money and she knew that. I put it down to the beer goggles as I walk back to the door the men whispering to themselves. I turn back and shout back at Serena.
Myst: Thanks for that.
Serena: For What?
Myst: You know what.
I come to realise for the first time this bar even with the XVI Fanatics in the corner was the closest I had come to finding a home.
Myst: I will see you around.
So that is it the final chapter for now to the biggest match of a career which is just starting. Jordan Glass and Dan Taylor I will see you in the squared circle. I will meet you in front of that crowd and I will prove to you and everyone else around that beating Prozac and Ritalin was not just a fluke and that I am The Future of this god damn business.
