Post by haightboy on Jan 22, 2017 3:54:45 GMT -5
"Our intrepid hero ponders and schemes on how he will make it out of the match alive." The camera pans out showing HB talking to his reflection in the bar mirror. "This classic tale of David vs. Goliath, The Argonauts vs. the Cyclops, Ewoks vs. The Empire, Itchy Vs. Scratchy. What ever should I do?"
"You can start by stop talking to yourself." Utters the burly bartender in a group voice.
"Well, well my good man. Your ear shall suffice. Oh, and another lager please." HB finishes the mug before sliding it to the bartender.
"Well, what's all this babble about titans or immeasurable odds?" The bartender says as he pulls out a frosty mug and begins to pour a dark lager.
"Well, its Easy. You heard of the WCF?" The bartender nods knowingly. "Well my good man, I make my debut. But, like all of the greatest debuts, its not an easy one. I am the underdog in the match. My feats in the ring are going to have to be of a Herculean Nature. As my opponents themselves out weigh me by at least" HB starts counting with his fingers. ".......a gazillion pounds."
The bartender nods understandingly as he slides the fresh cold mug to HB. He grabs the drink. "I will have to call upon the speed of Hermes. The wisdom of Athena, the strengh of Hercules, the cunning of Zeus, the B.A.C. of Bacchus, and the blood thirst of Ares himself." HB takes a big drink. "Drinking this elixir, this nectar of the gods....this Ambrosia." He finishes his mug.
"Well, although it won't give me super powers, my taste buds will be satisfied. Sadly, the drink won't make me immortal. I will have to do it myself against Dark Angel and Amberlynn. How you may ask. Well, by simply being faster. They have the weight on me by 3 metric tons sure, but I can move out of the way. Change things up faster. Be three moves ahead. Out wit, out speed, and when all else fails do what I do best. And ladies and gentlemen, is IMPROVISE!!!"
"Because, I want that win more. I have more to lose the any of you two. I mean, come on, spleens aren't necessary, but they're sure nice to keep intact. Come the match, I will be moving like the mongoose...lightning quick. Bam! The mongoose strikes, then its 1, 2, 3. My arm raised in the air with that first magical win placed squarely to my name. See ya in the ring."
HB winks at the camera as it fades to black
"You can start by stop talking to yourself." Utters the burly bartender in a group voice.
"Well, well my good man. Your ear shall suffice. Oh, and another lager please." HB finishes the mug before sliding it to the bartender.
"Well, what's all this babble about titans or immeasurable odds?" The bartender says as he pulls out a frosty mug and begins to pour a dark lager.
"Well, its Easy. You heard of the WCF?" The bartender nods knowingly. "Well my good man, I make my debut. But, like all of the greatest debuts, its not an easy one. I am the underdog in the match. My feats in the ring are going to have to be of a Herculean Nature. As my opponents themselves out weigh me by at least" HB starts counting with his fingers. ".......a gazillion pounds."
The bartender nods understandingly as he slides the fresh cold mug to HB. He grabs the drink. "I will have to call upon the speed of Hermes. The wisdom of Athena, the strengh of Hercules, the cunning of Zeus, the B.A.C. of Bacchus, and the blood thirst of Ares himself." HB takes a big drink. "Drinking this elixir, this nectar of the gods....this Ambrosia." He finishes his mug.
"Well, although it won't give me super powers, my taste buds will be satisfied. Sadly, the drink won't make me immortal. I will have to do it myself against Dark Angel and Amberlynn. How you may ask. Well, by simply being faster. They have the weight on me by 3 metric tons sure, but I can move out of the way. Change things up faster. Be three moves ahead. Out wit, out speed, and when all else fails do what I do best. And ladies and gentlemen, is IMPROVISE!!!"
"Because, I want that win more. I have more to lose the any of you two. I mean, come on, spleens aren't necessary, but they're sure nice to keep intact. Come the match, I will be moving like the mongoose...lightning quick. Bam! The mongoose strikes, then its 1, 2, 3. My arm raised in the air with that first magical win placed squarely to my name. See ya in the ring."
HB winks at the camera as it fades to black