Post by Jack Ryan on Oct 28, 2009 17:19:09 GMT -5
{Jack sat, at the place he always seemed the most comfortable. The Poker Table. Jack had been playing Texas Hold'Em long before it became popular, all the TV coverage and whatnot. He'd had a good day today. The tremendous stack of chips in front of him had been much smaller when he sat down, and now he could look at the fruit of his effort. Jack was no poker God, but he was better than many, and the people that had come and gone from this table had attested to that. Now he sat alone, waiting for someone to brave the challenge.}
"You're gonna get fat if you keep sitting there."
{Jack looked up to see his beautiful wife approaching him. She was closing her cell phone, just off it assumedly.}
"It's official. You make your in-ring debut next Monday."
"They work fast. Against who?"
"A man who refers to himself as Mr. Mysterio."
"That sounds delightful."
{Sarcasm folks. Alexis produced her PDA from a pocket and started working on it.}
"Let me guess. He's dark.. and mysterious.. and he'll probably plan my death and tell me how awesomely evil he is and how I'm not going to stop him.. and how.."
{She cuts him off. Thank God.}
"I wish I could tell you that you're wrong, but you're probably not. His official bio says he doesn't care for rules, winning, losing or success. He just wants to hurt people. And apparently, this week you're up."
"That's just great. Another random guy with another lame ass gimmick telling me that his lame ass gimmick is better than my lame ass gimmick and his gimmick isn't really lame and that.."
{Her face darkens and she slaps him upside the back of his head.}
"You're supposed to have a point when you talk."
{He rubs the back of his head.}
"That was the point. He's going to find a dark room somewhere and sit there with his broody face on.."
"He wears a mask..."
"Even better. He's going to find a dark room somewhere with his broody mask and tell me how it's my funeral. That this booking is just another unfortunate circumstance I'll have to deal with it. That I'll be lucky if I escape this match with my life intact, let alone my body or my career. It's the same speech they always do. A twenty minute ramble session of nothing. They're big guys, usually somewhat out of shape, and they have all the warmth and emotion of a glass of water. All the personality of a brick. There's absolutely nothing to them. No interest whatsoever. So they hit up the nearest Halloweentown party store, find an absurb costume that's supposed to scare me, and turn off the lights. I mean, really, I stopped being scared of the dark by the time I was out of diapers."
"They can't help it. Some people don't have anything else."
"Sure, I'll admit that a guy who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground could do a lot of damage in a wrestling ring. That this untrained moron could really hurt me if I let him. But I'm not going to just stand there and let him hit me. If he wants to pull his standard inflict the pain BS, let him. He's going to find me a much less willing participant than he would like. I just hope he sees this and realizes what I've just done."
"Piss him off?"
"Probably. But I'm nearly certain had I said nothing he'd still be just as mad. People like that are really powerless, so getting mad is all they can do. But no. What I've just done is cut his entire promo for him. He really doesn't have to do anything but look at the camera and say.. "What he said." But the real annoying thing is he won't. He'll deny the insults, and say the same tired things I just said he would say. That's how these guys operate. Period."
"I like it when you're definative."
{He smiled, then as quickly as it came it vanished and he turned to the camera. A camera convienently placed here, almost like they knew what was happening. Spooky.}
"Look, Mr. Mestopholes, just.. don't say anything. Don't waste the time. Not mine, not your own.. Just sit there, take what I said like a man, and maybe you'll grow up a little on the inside. But that's a pretty big maybe. I'll be bringing my A game at Pyro, I suggest you do the same. If you don't, well... you figure it out."
{She moved closer to stand beside him. He brought his arm up around his wifes waist. Then something else caught his attention.}
"Hey, little lady, care to sit in for a few hands?"
{And we fade out. Not seeing who he was speaking to.}
"You're gonna get fat if you keep sitting there."
{Jack looked up to see his beautiful wife approaching him. She was closing her cell phone, just off it assumedly.}
"It's official. You make your in-ring debut next Monday."
"They work fast. Against who?"
"A man who refers to himself as Mr. Mysterio."
"That sounds delightful."
{Sarcasm folks. Alexis produced her PDA from a pocket and started working on it.}
"Let me guess. He's dark.. and mysterious.. and he'll probably plan my death and tell me how awesomely evil he is and how I'm not going to stop him.. and how.."
{She cuts him off. Thank God.}
"I wish I could tell you that you're wrong, but you're probably not. His official bio says he doesn't care for rules, winning, losing or success. He just wants to hurt people. And apparently, this week you're up."
"That's just great. Another random guy with another lame ass gimmick telling me that his lame ass gimmick is better than my lame ass gimmick and his gimmick isn't really lame and that.."
{Her face darkens and she slaps him upside the back of his head.}
"You're supposed to have a point when you talk."
{He rubs the back of his head.}
"That was the point. He's going to find a dark room somewhere and sit there with his broody face on.."
"He wears a mask..."
"Even better. He's going to find a dark room somewhere with his broody mask and tell me how it's my funeral. That this booking is just another unfortunate circumstance I'll have to deal with it. That I'll be lucky if I escape this match with my life intact, let alone my body or my career. It's the same speech they always do. A twenty minute ramble session of nothing. They're big guys, usually somewhat out of shape, and they have all the warmth and emotion of a glass of water. All the personality of a brick. There's absolutely nothing to them. No interest whatsoever. So they hit up the nearest Halloweentown party store, find an absurb costume that's supposed to scare me, and turn off the lights. I mean, really, I stopped being scared of the dark by the time I was out of diapers."
"They can't help it. Some people don't have anything else."
"Sure, I'll admit that a guy who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground could do a lot of damage in a wrestling ring. That this untrained moron could really hurt me if I let him. But I'm not going to just stand there and let him hit me. If he wants to pull his standard inflict the pain BS, let him. He's going to find me a much less willing participant than he would like. I just hope he sees this and realizes what I've just done."
"Piss him off?"
"Probably. But I'm nearly certain had I said nothing he'd still be just as mad. People like that are really powerless, so getting mad is all they can do. But no. What I've just done is cut his entire promo for him. He really doesn't have to do anything but look at the camera and say.. "What he said." But the real annoying thing is he won't. He'll deny the insults, and say the same tired things I just said he would say. That's how these guys operate. Period."
"I like it when you're definative."
{He smiled, then as quickly as it came it vanished and he turned to the camera. A camera convienently placed here, almost like they knew what was happening. Spooky.}
"Look, Mr. Mestopholes, just.. don't say anything. Don't waste the time. Not mine, not your own.. Just sit there, take what I said like a man, and maybe you'll grow up a little on the inside. But that's a pretty big maybe. I'll be bringing my A game at Pyro, I suggest you do the same. If you don't, well... you figure it out."
{She moved closer to stand beside him. He brought his arm up around his wifes waist. Then something else caught his attention.}
"Hey, little lady, care to sit in for a few hands?"
{And we fade out. Not seeing who he was speaking to.}