Post by Lobo on Jan 7, 2006 4:01:37 GMT -5
One look at this room and you would think that person who lives here would happy. It seems obvious that a Canadian man who has won two gold medals and a tough-man trophy would be proud of his accomplishments. But this is not the case for the man who now sits in the corner smoking a cigar, sweating heavily....
For days now he has sat in the same spot contemplating the offer a old man, his foster-father, has gave him. That man offered riches farther than a gold medal could achieve. His "father" offered fame, and titles. Sure Lobo was proud of his numerous trophies and medals but he wanted titles. Lobo knew that his name would be written down for all eternity as a true champion once he won any championship. Lobo knew with the help of his foster-father his reign would come...
Lobo sighed heavily at the next move he would do. He picked up his cordless phone and dialed the number off the card he had pulled from his jean pocket.
The phone ringed once, twice...three times...
No-one was home at his father's place.
"Must be out whoring his new mate to all his buddies" Lobo thought out loud through his cigar, "I guess I'll just have to go and see him."
And with those words Lobo risen from his leather prison and left his home, locking the door as he leaves.
Fade to black...
Just a note: In no way do I condone or promote smoking since it a horrible, disgusting habit which ruins lives every day.
For days now he has sat in the same spot contemplating the offer a old man, his foster-father, has gave him. That man offered riches farther than a gold medal could achieve. His "father" offered fame, and titles. Sure Lobo was proud of his numerous trophies and medals but he wanted titles. Lobo knew that his name would be written down for all eternity as a true champion once he won any championship. Lobo knew with the help of his foster-father his reign would come...
Lobo sighed heavily at the next move he would do. He picked up his cordless phone and dialed the number off the card he had pulled from his jean pocket.
The phone ringed once, twice...three times...
No-one was home at his father's place.
"Must be out whoring his new mate to all his buddies" Lobo thought out loud through his cigar, "I guess I'll just have to go and see him."
And with those words Lobo risen from his leather prison and left his home, locking the door as he leaves.
Fade to black...
Just a note: In no way do I condone or promote smoking since it a horrible, disgusting habit which ruins lives every day.