Post by atlas on May 18, 2006 9:32:07 GMT -5
Atlas is passing back and forth in the locker room. His fist is clenched holding onto a ball. With the other hand he is holding a cell phone, which he is talking into. “Am I to believe you expecting me to show up in a match nobody will see?” Atlas’s voice was surprisingly calm. “I’m supposed to fight three other people I’ve never heard of?” Some gibberish came from the other line. “I don’t give a rat’s ass. This match is still the bottom of the barrel.” The look on his face went from frustration to straight anger. He pushed harder on the stress ball. “I don’t care what you have to say about this I want a better match.” Some more gibberish from the other line. You know what? You can suck my balls.” He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. His pacing sped up more and more seethed. This was complete bull shit and he knew it. That triple threat match was his. It was a sure thing and he had gotten screwed. Nobody pinned him, so he didn’t lose the match. Instead of facing a bunch of nobody’s, he should be getting a rematch. He tensed more on the stress ball until it burst in his hand. He shook his hand because it stung. This match didn’t even matter. He’d kick back outside the ring and mess with the monkey’s that called themselves South Carolinians. This is the only state where the college football team with the word Cocks in the name. And as with anything involving cocks, they really sucked. Yah this was a good idea, he’d just not show up. If he’s not there he can’t be pinned. Nor could he suffer the humility of a dark match. It pissed him off that first he was screwed out of a triple threat match, and then shoved way back down into the bottom of the latter.
Eventually Atlas got tired of seething in the locker room. And so picked up his belongings and headed out of the arena. He walked through outside, where his Mercedes was parked. He had come out just in time to see being toed from blue line where it was parked. “God Damn it!” He swore. He had forgotten to put up the disabled sticker he stole from his grandmother. He had figured since she was dead it wouldn’t be any use.
He ran over to the toe truck to ask what the hell was going on. By the time he got to it the driver was pulling out. He waved his hands furiously. The driver just paid him no mind. This was the third Mercedes he had had taken because of this crap. He through a hiss for about fifteen minutes before he just decided to walk to the Hotel. After all, this was just another day in the life of true greatnes
Eventually Atlas got tired of seething in the locker room. And so picked up his belongings and headed out of the arena. He walked through outside, where his Mercedes was parked. He had come out just in time to see being toed from blue line where it was parked. “God Damn it!” He swore. He had forgotten to put up the disabled sticker he stole from his grandmother. He had figured since she was dead it wouldn’t be any use.
He ran over to the toe truck to ask what the hell was going on. By the time he got to it the driver was pulling out. He waved his hands furiously. The driver just paid him no mind. This was the third Mercedes he had had taken because of this crap. He through a hiss for about fifteen minutes before he just decided to walk to the Hotel. After all, this was just another day in the life of true greatnes