| [ Showdown 11-1]; Games | |
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| Big Rig | Jan 3 2008, 12:11 AM Post #1 |
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Games. Everyone likes to play games don’t they? Johnny All-Star sat on his comfortable couch, a photo album from the storage unit that his Mother had given him the key too sat open on the coffee table in front of him. Johnny held one picture in his hand as he stared at it. His Mother and supposed Father; Lucky Starzano had taken him and all of his friends to a park for a game day. To make it fair and to make sure no kids were singled out as the last chosen all their names were drawn from a hat. Fun times were had by all. All-Star scratched his head as he dropped the picture onto the open photo album. ”Is that how Moretti’s running the company, randomly drawing names from a hat for matches.” Johnny leans back into his cream colored leather couch pantomiming puffing on a cigar with one hand and pulling names out of a hat with the other raising his eyebrows sporadically. ”Mike Polowy, Spring Heeled Jack, Joey Peyton, and Orlando Fox, Johnny All-Star, Jay Wildman, Psyko Stevo, and Hollywood Howie Howie Banks. Hmmm interesting, now what type of match shall it be?” All-Star leans forward this time pantomiming spinning a wheel while puffing on a cigar. ”C’mon thumbtack elimination match. Aww it’s an eight man tag match.” Johnny flops back in the comfortable couch. ”I swear to God it’s all one big game to him. Doesn’t he realize that pretty much everyone in that match with the exception of Orlando Fox has some sort of grudge against Polowy? Games, I swear, it’s all fun and games. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye, or tears a rotator cuff, or gets electrocuted, or almost dies and gets hospitalized, and then it’s a sport. And this little war between Moretti and Carter, another game. I’m goddamn sick of the games. Having my strings pulled this way and that way. Screw them let them have their game, I’m done playing their game.” All-Star leans forward closing the photo album in front of him, before pushing himself out of the sofa. He grabs a coat hanging by the door and shucks it on. Digging in the pocket he pulls out a folded piece of paper and his cell phone and punches in the phone number on the paper. As the phone starts ringing he pulls open the door. ”Yeah we gotta talk a couple of things over man.” The door slowly shuts with sound of the door being locked as the scene fades to black and one last thing can be heard from the other side of the door. ”Yeah I know where that is.” |
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