Post by Charlie Haas on Dec 16, 2011 19:40:22 GMT -5
"Life's a game but it's not fair, I break the rules so I don't care. So I keep doin' my own thing, walkin' tall against the rain"
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The scene opens in a old Texas bar in a desert like ghost town. The place is rather dusty looking and reminds you of an old Clint Eastwood movie. The bar is pretty empty with the exceptions of a few scattered people sitting at stools and tables. The camera pulls towards a man sitting in a stool directly in front of the bartender. The man, sporting a red and white plaid long sleeve shirt and a cowboy hat. The man takes off his hat as he calls for another drink.
"Here you go" the bartender said as he poured another beer. "I don't remember seeing you around here before."
"I'm from Dallas" The man said in a raspy, yet somewhat sophisticated voice. "Do you know who Casey Walker is?"
"The wrestler?? Of course! That guy is awesome, one of my favorites"
"Does he come around here often?" The man asked.
"Uhh, Casey lives in North Dakota." The bartender answered in a condescending manner.
"Wha- Seriously?? I heard that Casey Walker comes to this bar!" The man angrily removes his cowboy hat and places it on the table
"I think you mean Cassidy Walker. She ain't no trouble though. She got in a bar fight once but she left after she broke the man's jaw. Say, why are you lookin' for Casey Walker?"
"Ugh.. I'm wrestling Casey this weekend and I wanted to get some dirt on him" The camera shows the man's face in it's entirely, showing to be Charlie Haas. "Damn, I was trying to blend in so he wouldn't know it's me. I look ridiculous in this crap. I look like JBL."[/color][/b]
"Hahaha, it's a pleasure to meet you. I saw that Casey did a promo on ya. He really brought you down to size." The bartender smiled to himself as he leans on the table.
"Brought me down? You're from Texas, I didn't think you were that stupid. Honestly, I shouldn't even be worried. First of all, he might not even make to Saturday because he's constantly funding his mouth cancer he's gonna have someday. Then, he had the audacity to call me 'Ole Charlie Boy'. This is real life, not a Charlie Brown Musical. I will admit though, his promo impressed me."
The bartender, while looking around to make sure everyone is doing okay. Luckily for him, everyone is so intoxicated they can barely move, much less start a fight. "Mr. Haas, I thought it impressed me too. I loved it's simpleness."
"Exactly. I was impressed because he said 'Athletically". I didn't know he could say a word over two syllables. After that though, the promo just got terrible. Saying he never claimed to be a good wrestler. That's really stupid, if you're not a good wrestler, why would you be in a wrestling company. Maybe he should try out Truck Driving or fence building, or something like that. I know his style, he is a brawler. All brawlers do is punch and try to do something simple. REAL wrestlers though, wrestlers like me, understand how to counter and block their kicks and DDT's and use something a lot more effective. Are you following me?"
"Kinda." The bartender chuckled as he re-filled Charlie's drink and poured himself a drink to go with it. "That don't make no sense though, you lost to that guy last week, Tyrone Malcolm."
"I'm just gonna ignore your double negatives and point out that it's Tyler, not Tyrone." Charlie said in a hubris tone.
"Ya still lost. Tyr- err, Tyler was a brawler, as you called it."
"Yeah, but that's different, he at least knows enough common sense to counter moves. Something most brawlers are unaware of. So yeah, Tyler won, I'll give him that. But later on in this tournament. I hope to face him again so I can show him that I'm not an easy win. Ughh, what time is it?" Charlie asked.
"Quarter after four, why?"
"Oh crap, I have to go. I'll change out of this Pro-American Cowboy look in the car, I guess."
"Are you sure you should be driving?" The bartender asked with a bit of worry in his eyes, he's seen drunk drivers before, and they never seemed to get home safely.
"I'll be fine. If I start seeing double. I'll know to stay in the lane all the way to the right."
"Uhhh" The bartender starts freaking out in his head a little bit.
"Hahaha, calm down. I was kidding, I'm getting a ride from one of the trainers. I'm gonna go outside and call him.. It was nice talking to you." Charlie said as a throw away compliment.
"Wait! Before you go, do you think I could get a picture. Ya know, for my kids?" The bartender asked eagerly.
"Ahhhh, no." Charlie laughs as he picks up his $10 cowboy hat and hands it to the man. "Merry Christmas" Haas exclaims as he staggers off. "But I'm Jewish" The bartender called out to deaf ears. Charlie opens the door to the bar and the bright rays of light hits through the bar, causing everyone to shield their eyes from the sudden brightness. One drunk person in particular, thought it was the white light you see when you die and he started crying furiously. When Charlie waddles out and shuts the door behind him, the echoing sound of the closing door is the final thing you hear as the screen goes black.
OOC: I had finals this week (Physics and Calculus) So I had to do this in about 10 minutes. Despite me knowing it's utterly horrible, feedback is still welcome.
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The scene opens in a old Texas bar in a desert like ghost town. The place is rather dusty looking and reminds you of an old Clint Eastwood movie. The bar is pretty empty with the exceptions of a few scattered people sitting at stools and tables. The camera pulls towards a man sitting in a stool directly in front of the bartender. The man, sporting a red and white plaid long sleeve shirt and a cowboy hat. The man takes off his hat as he calls for another drink.
"Here you go" the bartender said as he poured another beer. "I don't remember seeing you around here before."
"I'm from Dallas" The man said in a raspy, yet somewhat sophisticated voice. "Do you know who Casey Walker is?"
"The wrestler?? Of course! That guy is awesome, one of my favorites"
"Does he come around here often?" The man asked.
"Uhh, Casey lives in North Dakota." The bartender answered in a condescending manner.
"Wha- Seriously?? I heard that Casey Walker comes to this bar!" The man angrily removes his cowboy hat and places it on the table
"I think you mean Cassidy Walker. She ain't no trouble though. She got in a bar fight once but she left after she broke the man's jaw. Say, why are you lookin' for Casey Walker?"
"Ugh.. I'm wrestling Casey this weekend and I wanted to get some dirt on him" The camera shows the man's face in it's entirely, showing to be Charlie Haas. "Damn, I was trying to blend in so he wouldn't know it's me. I look ridiculous in this crap. I look like JBL."[/color][/b]
"Hahaha, it's a pleasure to meet you. I saw that Casey did a promo on ya. He really brought you down to size." The bartender smiled to himself as he leans on the table.
"Brought me down? You're from Texas, I didn't think you were that stupid. Honestly, I shouldn't even be worried. First of all, he might not even make to Saturday because he's constantly funding his mouth cancer he's gonna have someday. Then, he had the audacity to call me 'Ole Charlie Boy'. This is real life, not a Charlie Brown Musical. I will admit though, his promo impressed me."
The bartender, while looking around to make sure everyone is doing okay. Luckily for him, everyone is so intoxicated they can barely move, much less start a fight. "Mr. Haas, I thought it impressed me too. I loved it's simpleness."
"Exactly. I was impressed because he said 'Athletically". I didn't know he could say a word over two syllables. After that though, the promo just got terrible. Saying he never claimed to be a good wrestler. That's really stupid, if you're not a good wrestler, why would you be in a wrestling company. Maybe he should try out Truck Driving or fence building, or something like that. I know his style, he is a brawler. All brawlers do is punch and try to do something simple. REAL wrestlers though, wrestlers like me, understand how to counter and block their kicks and DDT's and use something a lot more effective. Are you following me?"
"Kinda." The bartender chuckled as he re-filled Charlie's drink and poured himself a drink to go with it. "That don't make no sense though, you lost to that guy last week, Tyrone Malcolm."
"I'm just gonna ignore your double negatives and point out that it's Tyler, not Tyrone." Charlie said in a hubris tone.
"Ya still lost. Tyr- err, Tyler was a brawler, as you called it."
"Yeah, but that's different, he at least knows enough common sense to counter moves. Something most brawlers are unaware of. So yeah, Tyler won, I'll give him that. But later on in this tournament. I hope to face him again so I can show him that I'm not an easy win. Ughh, what time is it?" Charlie asked.
"Quarter after four, why?"
"Oh crap, I have to go. I'll change out of this Pro-American Cowboy look in the car, I guess."
"Are you sure you should be driving?" The bartender asked with a bit of worry in his eyes, he's seen drunk drivers before, and they never seemed to get home safely.
"I'll be fine. If I start seeing double. I'll know to stay in the lane all the way to the right."
"Uhhh" The bartender starts freaking out in his head a little bit.
"Hahaha, calm down. I was kidding, I'm getting a ride from one of the trainers. I'm gonna go outside and call him.. It was nice talking to you." Charlie said as a throw away compliment.
"Wait! Before you go, do you think I could get a picture. Ya know, for my kids?" The bartender asked eagerly.
"Ahhhh, no." Charlie laughs as he picks up his $10 cowboy hat and hands it to the man. "Merry Christmas" Haas exclaims as he staggers off. "But I'm Jewish" The bartender called out to deaf ears. Charlie opens the door to the bar and the bright rays of light hits through the bar, causing everyone to shield their eyes from the sudden brightness. One drunk person in particular, thought it was the white light you see when you die and he started crying furiously. When Charlie waddles out and shuts the door behind him, the echoing sound of the closing door is the final thing you hear as the screen goes black.
OOC: I had finals this week (Physics and Calculus) So I had to do this in about 10 minutes. Despite me knowing it's utterly horrible, feedback is still welcome.