Post by R. Daniels on Feb 9, 2009 13:50:07 GMT -5
We see the hero of the story as he sits at the bar and cup of spirits in his hand, he down the shot before speaking, his back toward the camera and his gaze at the minotors in front of him
Why?
Why am I here?
i could of simply haver packed away my boots and walked away from this cruel bitch known as wrestling, I could of raised myu glass and said a toast and walked away and started to put my life together.
But I didnt, why?
Becuase, I love the chaos. i love the Mayhem, I love the pain the wrestling brings. yeah a night with some random groupie has it perks, and the ability to score all the free drinks I want is fine as well...
He hold up glass motioning to the bartender for another one.
But while some people are settling down and taking it easy, i found that me being here, is pretty much the only thing I've done right... ever. My relationships, I simply piss them away and let the rot.
The one woman who ever meant anything to me, walked away from me, she walked away from me... she helped me in my lowest of times and she stayed.
She was there when I was nothing but a lowly junkie, and she was there when I downed the bottle of pills and the bottle of Jack, she was the only one who...
LOVED me.
I though I loved her too... but things started to go right. I started to do good in wrestling, but I was unable to keep that balance. She was tired of me coming home late at ngiht and getting the kiss on the cheek, that she thinks the drempt. She ws tired of me choosing wrestling over her.
'But wrestling is all I know'... that is what I said to her. She slapped me, burst into tears and walked out on me.
My Angel left me, becuase of wrestling.
The bartender arrives a few moments later, with bottle in hand
you look down in the dumps today...
Yeah... it's been like that for awhile.
What happen, lose your job. Seems to be the running theme in here.
Ryan turns around looking at the other people in this dimply lit bar. The broken looks on their faces. They were the ones that were giving the, "We are just moving in another direction" talk, they were the ones who had worked for decades and were suddenly let go becuase their job had to save some pennies, but Ryan didn't havce the problem... he was employed and he liked his job.
No, cheif...
So it's gotta be lady troubles. What happen, wife leave ya'? Girlfriend caught you banging another chick?
No... my job got in the way.
This has to be some serious shitm, what are you... fed?
No.
Ryan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crisp 20 and sets in on the bar...
I wrestle
Ryan downs his final shot and walks out of the bar, a chill has roleld over the city, so he zips up his leather jacket, he burries his hands in his pocket and continues to walk down the the moonlight streets
As for my match this week... an overaggresive Cuban, an overaggresive black man, an overaggresive snowman... if that is what I have oto face, than I shouldn't have to worry.
But you see the big fish to fry i the King of the Deathmatch tourney... that is where you get notcied, and that is where i will make WCF feel my pain...
Ryan continues his walk as we fadez
Why?
Why am I here?
i could of simply haver packed away my boots and walked away from this cruel bitch known as wrestling, I could of raised myu glass and said a toast and walked away and started to put my life together.
But I didnt, why?
Becuase, I love the chaos. i love the Mayhem, I love the pain the wrestling brings. yeah a night with some random groupie has it perks, and the ability to score all the free drinks I want is fine as well...
He hold up glass motioning to the bartender for another one.
But while some people are settling down and taking it easy, i found that me being here, is pretty much the only thing I've done right... ever. My relationships, I simply piss them away and let the rot.
The one woman who ever meant anything to me, walked away from me, she walked away from me... she helped me in my lowest of times and she stayed.
She was there when I was nothing but a lowly junkie, and she was there when I downed the bottle of pills and the bottle of Jack, she was the only one who...
LOVED me.
I though I loved her too... but things started to go right. I started to do good in wrestling, but I was unable to keep that balance. She was tired of me coming home late at ngiht and getting the kiss on the cheek, that she thinks the drempt. She ws tired of me choosing wrestling over her.
'But wrestling is all I know'... that is what I said to her. She slapped me, burst into tears and walked out on me.
My Angel left me, becuase of wrestling.
The bartender arrives a few moments later, with bottle in hand
you look down in the dumps today...
Yeah... it's been like that for awhile.
What happen, lose your job. Seems to be the running theme in here.
Ryan turns around looking at the other people in this dimply lit bar. The broken looks on their faces. They were the ones that were giving the, "We are just moving in another direction" talk, they were the ones who had worked for decades and were suddenly let go becuase their job had to save some pennies, but Ryan didn't havce the problem... he was employed and he liked his job.
No, cheif...
So it's gotta be lady troubles. What happen, wife leave ya'? Girlfriend caught you banging another chick?
No... my job got in the way.
This has to be some serious shitm, what are you... fed?
No.
Ryan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crisp 20 and sets in on the bar...
I wrestle
Ryan downs his final shot and walks out of the bar, a chill has roleld over the city, so he zips up his leather jacket, he burries his hands in his pocket and continues to walk down the the moonlight streets
As for my match this week... an overaggresive Cuban, an overaggresive black man, an overaggresive snowman... if that is what I have oto face, than I shouldn't have to worry.
But you see the big fish to fry i the King of the Deathmatch tourney... that is where you get notcied, and that is where i will make WCF feel my pain...
Ryan continues his walk as we fadez
