Post by Rule 30 on Jan 12, 2011 19:04:21 GMT -5
It was 2:05 P.M. on a Sunday and Chris Jackal was sitting in a local coffee shop. He only ordered a cup of coffee and was starring out the window. Chris has not been happy the past couple of weeks, after multiple loses in a row in WFWF, he’s just been quiet and working out. He’s been frustrated with himself and often punches hotel walls, which is not good for his pocket at all. Dan had tried to cheer him up, but it hasn’t been working. Chris just won’t take anything below above average.
He glanced out the window and saw a little boy, not looking much older than seven years old, walking with his father holding a baseball glove and wearing a baseball hat. Chris thought to himself that little kid must have a dream to become a baseball player. Chris thought back to when he had a dream. It was a dream to become a professional wrestler. Now, he’s living the dream, and too him, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and answered it.
Dan Foley: “Hello?”
Chris: “Hey Dan.”
Dan: “I was calling up to see how you were doing, feeling better yet?”
Chris: “Same old same old.”
Dan: "COME ON CHRIS! Snap out of it man. This isn’t good for you, you’ll keep on losing if you act like this!”
Chris: “What’s the point? I’ve always lost! I’m nothing but a damn failure.”
Dan: “Are you kidding me? You have some of the greatest potential of the young guns on our roster.”
Chris: “Yeah right, everyone else actually win matches!”
Dan: “Chris, you’re one of the most stubborn people I’ve met! You’re not bad, you’re great! You just need to realize that!”
Chris: “Ha ha, very funny.”
Dan: “You know what Chris? Go into your triple threat match like this. See what happens. Goodbye.”
Dan then hung up which only enraged Chris even more. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and just shook his head. He finished his coffee and threw the cup in the trash. He then went outside and headed to his hotel. He prefers to walk as much as he can, so he can stay in top condition. All the way to the hotel he was staying at he was fighting his emotions. Sometimes it was;
“What are you doing? You’re wasting your time! You don’t have what it takes! Pack up your bags and go home!”
Then it was:
“No no no, this is what you’ve dreamed about. Don’t let it slip away!”
"NO! YOU’RE PATHETIC!”
Chris was stressing out as he entered the hotel. He went straight to his room, but it was a crappy hotel. He saw a few bugs flying around earlier and there were even blood stains on the wall. It was disgusting, but he was lost in his own thoughts to notice. He sat on his bed and decided to do one and only one thing in his match;
WIN.
He glanced out the window and saw a little boy, not looking much older than seven years old, walking with his father holding a baseball glove and wearing a baseball hat. Chris thought to himself that little kid must have a dream to become a baseball player. Chris thought back to when he had a dream. It was a dream to become a professional wrestler. Now, he’s living the dream, and too him, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and answered it.
Dan Foley: “Hello?”
Chris: “Hey Dan.”
Dan: “I was calling up to see how you were doing, feeling better yet?”
Chris: “Same old same old.”
Dan: "COME ON CHRIS! Snap out of it man. This isn’t good for you, you’ll keep on losing if you act like this!”
Chris: “What’s the point? I’ve always lost! I’m nothing but a damn failure.”
Dan: “Are you kidding me? You have some of the greatest potential of the young guns on our roster.”
Chris: “Yeah right, everyone else actually win matches!”
Dan: “Chris, you’re one of the most stubborn people I’ve met! You’re not bad, you’re great! You just need to realize that!”
Chris: “Ha ha, very funny.”
Dan: “You know what Chris? Go into your triple threat match like this. See what happens. Goodbye.”
Dan then hung up which only enraged Chris even more. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and just shook his head. He finished his coffee and threw the cup in the trash. He then went outside and headed to his hotel. He prefers to walk as much as he can, so he can stay in top condition. All the way to the hotel he was staying at he was fighting his emotions. Sometimes it was;
“What are you doing? You’re wasting your time! You don’t have what it takes! Pack up your bags and go home!”
Then it was:
“No no no, this is what you’ve dreamed about. Don’t let it slip away!”
"NO! YOU’RE PATHETIC!”
Chris was stressing out as he entered the hotel. He went straight to his room, but it was a crappy hotel. He saw a few bugs flying around earlier and there were even blood stains on the wall. It was disgusting, but he was lost in his own thoughts to notice. He sat on his bed and decided to do one and only one thing in his match;
WIN.
OOC: Meh, I'm still getting into it. This was really just furthering Jackal's attitude problem and him being a perfectionist. I've been slacking as of late, I don't know, something just hasn't been right. Go easy
