Post by Lobo on Dec 28, 2005 12:36:59 GMT -5
Lobo sits on a bar stool in a dark smoky bar...it's Christmas day. He gulps down a shot.
Iron Maiden plays on the radio.
A drunken man slumps down beside Lobo, Lobo looks away in disgust.
Drunk: Hay, buddy. What's your problem? Huh? Lighten up, guy. Its Christmas!
Lobo: Then shouldn't you be with your family?
Drunk (reminiscing) : Nope...all dead..all dea-
Lobo (grabbing the drunk by the scruff of his neck): Then maybe you should back off before you join them!
Unfamiliar voice: No wonder you lost to D!...and Ravager, shit I heard you had more losses than wins.
Lobo releases his hold as he (and the cameraman) look toward the voice.
The shadowed figure is smoking in the corner.
Lobo: You know your facts, old man.
Unfamiliar voice: Damn, I thought this little shadow and smoking thingy would trace you off my true identity.
Lobo: I don't forget voices, especially yours.
Unfamiliar voices: What!? What did I do huh? Name one thing bad I ever did to you?
Lobo: You adopted me.
Unfamiliar voice: And that was a bad thing? Look if it wasn't for me you would have never won those medals or gotten into wrestling.
Lobo: Okay, thats two things. But what about those times when I had those nightmares about my mom and dad.
Unfamiliar voice (cold, soulless tone): Real men don't have nightmares.
Lobo (starting to raise his voice): Thats what you always said! Every time!
Unfamiliar voice (not startled by Lobo's rage) : Thats besides the point, now. If ever need my help, I here for you. (Handing Lobo a business card) Here's my card.
The camera man focuses on Lobo, while the man walks behind the camera and puts one hand on Lobo's shoulder.
Unfamiliar voice: I'm telling you right now Lobo. If you join me I promise Championships. I promise protection. I promise fame you have never felt before. And it's only one call away(tapping the card).
The man unknown to everyone but Lobo leaves the bar, we can only know this because of the squeaking door.
Lobo holds out the card about to crumple it, but he pauses and looks at the card. He puts the card in his pocket. Lobo faintly smile only in corner of his mouth. He knows that this is true, everything the man had said. But would Lobo go against his morals and family for fame? ONLY LOBO KNOWS.
Fades to Black while Lobo sits down and uneasily drinks down a shot...
Iron Maiden plays on the radio.
A drunken man slumps down beside Lobo, Lobo looks away in disgust.
Drunk: Hay, buddy. What's your problem? Huh? Lighten up, guy. Its Christmas!
Lobo: Then shouldn't you be with your family?
Drunk (reminiscing) : Nope...all dead..all dea-
Lobo (grabbing the drunk by the scruff of his neck): Then maybe you should back off before you join them!
Unfamiliar voice: No wonder you lost to D!...and Ravager, shit I heard you had more losses than wins.
Lobo releases his hold as he (and the cameraman) look toward the voice.
The shadowed figure is smoking in the corner.
Lobo: You know your facts, old man.
Unfamiliar voice: Damn, I thought this little shadow and smoking thingy would trace you off my true identity.
Lobo: I don't forget voices, especially yours.
Unfamiliar voices: What!? What did I do huh? Name one thing bad I ever did to you?
Lobo: You adopted me.
Unfamiliar voice: And that was a bad thing? Look if it wasn't for me you would have never won those medals or gotten into wrestling.
Lobo: Okay, thats two things. But what about those times when I had those nightmares about my mom and dad.
Unfamiliar voice (cold, soulless tone): Real men don't have nightmares.
Lobo (starting to raise his voice): Thats what you always said! Every time!
Unfamiliar voice (not startled by Lobo's rage) : Thats besides the point, now. If ever need my help, I here for you. (Handing Lobo a business card) Here's my card.
The camera man focuses on Lobo, while the man walks behind the camera and puts one hand on Lobo's shoulder.
Unfamiliar voice: I'm telling you right now Lobo. If you join me I promise Championships. I promise protection. I promise fame you have never felt before. And it's only one call away(tapping the card).
The man unknown to everyone but Lobo leaves the bar, we can only know this because of the squeaking door.
Lobo holds out the card about to crumple it, but he pauses and looks at the card. He puts the card in his pocket. Lobo faintly smile only in corner of his mouth. He knows that this is true, everything the man had said. But would Lobo go against his morals and family for fame? ONLY LOBO KNOWS.
Fades to Black while Lobo sits down and uneasily drinks down a shot...