Post by prozac on Feb 16, 2007 3:20:00 GMT -5
A shot at the Xtream title was just a few days away. Even though Prozac had lost the battle royal on side effect he was still proud of how well he did. He did well nothing to be ashamed of, but this time he will not fail. The match is soon meaning there is excessive training that has to be done and then one day to relax before the match, then it would be time to center his aggression on the PPV. It wouldn’t be a walk in the park either, it was a ladder match. Ladder match, cage match, normal match he didn’t care it was a fight and that is what he does best…fight. A fight is something he always loved and can’t get enough of, he felt alive and happy doing what he does in the ring. He changes from the man he is outside of the ring he is only focused on his one goal and that is to win no matter what it takes. He replaces his mentality with completion of exterminating his foe.
Thursday morning 7:00 A.M.
In the bedroom of Prozac’s apartment Prozac starts to move around in his bed as the alarm goes off. He eventually hits the off button and sits up on the side of his bed. He sits there in only is dark blue boxers. He rubs his face and eyes before giving a decent yawn then stretching real quickly before standing up. His eyes still half closed he heads to the bathroom holding on to the walls to sturdy himself. Once in the bathroom he closes the door gently behind him
7:46 A.M.
Prozac no wide awake walks out of the bathroom drying his hair with a light blue towel. He gets dressed putting on a nice pair of black pants and a nice white dress shirt. He has breakfast, a ham and cheese sandwich with black pepper and a glass of orange juice He does a few little things around his house such as make his bed do the dishes ect. After he’s all done he grabs his wallet and keys and an already packed gym bag and head out the door. He locks up and goes to his 1986 dark blue Toyota Supra, gets in starts the engine and head out of his driveway and towards his first stop, a press conference.
8:52 A.M.
Prozac sits on a chair at the press conference waiting for his turn. He looks calm and ready as he sits there with his arms crossed listening to what other people have to say. When it was his turn he goes up to the mic and waves to some of the people in the crowd. They clap for him as he smiles at them.
Prozac:
Hey everyone, thank you.
He waits to the crowd is silent before looking over everyone.
Prozac:
Thank you. I just wanted to say quickly thanks to all you who had me here today. I also want to say it really is a great honor for me to be involved with XVI’s first PPV and I promise everyone they will get the best out of me in that match just like you always do. I know you have some questions so I’ll let you get started.
Hands fly up and Prozac’s name begins to be called by everyone who has a question. Prozac looks over the crowd for a split second before pointing to one of the reporters with his hand up. The man stands up and clears his throat.
Person #1:
Yes, Prozac I wanted to get some words on your match. This if I am not mistaking is your biggest singles match to date so how are you thinking about it?
Prozac nods and grins and places in hands on the stand in front of him as he leans over to the mic.
Prozac:
Well yes I do think this is my biggest singles match so far. I have had title shots for singles gold but they were all straight matches. They were nothing like what this is. This is a ladder match, it’s really going to test me far beyond any other singles matches I have ever had. But like I have said so many times in the past I adapt fast and I look forward to taking on this challenge head on.
Prozac then points to a women
Person #2:
Prozac I just wanted to know if you are ready.
Prozac laughs
Prozac:
Ready? That is something you shouldn’t even bother asking me. I am always ready; in fact ready is an understatement. Ready is something that should be asked like this. Are you ready to go out with me after this conference?
Prozac winks at her
Person #2:
Oh…Why…I
Prozac:
I’m just playing with ya.
There’s a little laughter from the crowd. More hands go up and Prozac points to another man.
Person #3:
Any comments about Ritalin being in your corner?
Prozac:
Not really we are friends and partners why wouldn’t he be in my corner? But I know what you’re thinking is he going to help in anyway and crap like that. Well I don’t speak for Ritalin. I have asked him not to interfere but he doesn’t listen so we will see what happens.
Another Person then shouts out
Person #4:
Any words for RKO?
Prozac:
Alright last question for me and that sounds like a good one to go out on. I just want to say Why you been so quite buddy? I haven’t heard a peep from you all week. I understand though you’re most likely a little angry with me. I’m sorry buddy but you have to understand I had to do what was needed. You should know that in this business you sometimes have to push hard to make an impact. I know you would have done the same thing if I won the match and you’re lying if you say that’s not true. But don’t take me wrong I respect you and that was a good match and I am not ashamed that I lost and I congratulate you on your win. But I want you to know that this time it’s just you and I and you can be sure that it will be a war.
Prozac descends from up on the stage, his face with a pleased smile as his sturdy legs carrying him across the stage and out the exit.
In his car again he listens to some Black Sabbath while on his way to the gym.
TO BE CONTINUED
Thursday morning 7:00 A.M.
In the bedroom of Prozac’s apartment Prozac starts to move around in his bed as the alarm goes off. He eventually hits the off button and sits up on the side of his bed. He sits there in only is dark blue boxers. He rubs his face and eyes before giving a decent yawn then stretching real quickly before standing up. His eyes still half closed he heads to the bathroom holding on to the walls to sturdy himself. Once in the bathroom he closes the door gently behind him
7:46 A.M.
Prozac no wide awake walks out of the bathroom drying his hair with a light blue towel. He gets dressed putting on a nice pair of black pants and a nice white dress shirt. He has breakfast, a ham and cheese sandwich with black pepper and a glass of orange juice He does a few little things around his house such as make his bed do the dishes ect. After he’s all done he grabs his wallet and keys and an already packed gym bag and head out the door. He locks up and goes to his 1986 dark blue Toyota Supra, gets in starts the engine and head out of his driveway and towards his first stop, a press conference.
8:52 A.M.
Prozac sits on a chair at the press conference waiting for his turn. He looks calm and ready as he sits there with his arms crossed listening to what other people have to say. When it was his turn he goes up to the mic and waves to some of the people in the crowd. They clap for him as he smiles at them.
Prozac:
Hey everyone, thank you.
He waits to the crowd is silent before looking over everyone.
Prozac:
Thank you. I just wanted to say quickly thanks to all you who had me here today. I also want to say it really is a great honor for me to be involved with XVI’s first PPV and I promise everyone they will get the best out of me in that match just like you always do. I know you have some questions so I’ll let you get started.
Hands fly up and Prozac’s name begins to be called by everyone who has a question. Prozac looks over the crowd for a split second before pointing to one of the reporters with his hand up. The man stands up and clears his throat.
Person #1:
Yes, Prozac I wanted to get some words on your match. This if I am not mistaking is your biggest singles match to date so how are you thinking about it?
Prozac nods and grins and places in hands on the stand in front of him as he leans over to the mic.
Prozac:
Well yes I do think this is my biggest singles match so far. I have had title shots for singles gold but they were all straight matches. They were nothing like what this is. This is a ladder match, it’s really going to test me far beyond any other singles matches I have ever had. But like I have said so many times in the past I adapt fast and I look forward to taking on this challenge head on.
Prozac then points to a women
Person #2:
Prozac I just wanted to know if you are ready.
Prozac laughs
Prozac:
Ready? That is something you shouldn’t even bother asking me. I am always ready; in fact ready is an understatement. Ready is something that should be asked like this. Are you ready to go out with me after this conference?
Prozac winks at her
Person #2:
Oh…Why…I
Prozac:
I’m just playing with ya.
There’s a little laughter from the crowd. More hands go up and Prozac points to another man.
Person #3:
Any comments about Ritalin being in your corner?
Prozac:
Not really we are friends and partners why wouldn’t he be in my corner? But I know what you’re thinking is he going to help in anyway and crap like that. Well I don’t speak for Ritalin. I have asked him not to interfere but he doesn’t listen so we will see what happens.
Another Person then shouts out
Person #4:
Any words for RKO?
Prozac:
Alright last question for me and that sounds like a good one to go out on. I just want to say Why you been so quite buddy? I haven’t heard a peep from you all week. I understand though you’re most likely a little angry with me. I’m sorry buddy but you have to understand I had to do what was needed. You should know that in this business you sometimes have to push hard to make an impact. I know you would have done the same thing if I won the match and you’re lying if you say that’s not true. But don’t take me wrong I respect you and that was a good match and I am not ashamed that I lost and I congratulate you on your win. But I want you to know that this time it’s just you and I and you can be sure that it will be a war.
Prozac descends from up on the stage, his face with a pleased smile as his sturdy legs carrying him across the stage and out the exit.
In his car again he listens to some Black Sabbath while on his way to the gym.
TO BE CONTINUED