Post by Prozac on Apr 9, 2008 19:03:56 GMT -6
I sat at the table, two jacks in hand, thinking that if I was playing euchre right now, I’d be raking in all the tricks. But, this was Hold ‘Em, rules were a little bit different here. Hedged the bet, only raising a bit, enough to make it look like maybe I was bluffing. See, that’s what we all like doing. The old shuck an’ jive. This business makes us into used car salesmen, all trying to sell a line. Some of them feed my the tired crap. This guy tells me that he’s seen it all before, heard it all before. Yeah, run of the mill, that’s me. Throws it back at me like I don’t know this game. Laughable. Let him think that, let him try and hand me the solutions to beating him in the ring like I’m some wet behind the ears rookie, fresh outta college. Whatever works for him, right? I still get paid the same if I lose than if I win. You think I feel like working? No. After this week, and the crap I had to endure, no. I would much rather crawl in bed and never get out. Ask my past opponents about it, heh. They can tell the whole story with the bruises I left all over their asses like a roadmap.
You see, I’ve heard it all before, too.
Jack on the flop. Three of a kind, my odds just got bigger. Seven of hearts and a five of spades round it out. Guy across the table is looking a little smug, shifting in his seat, eyes twitching. Everyone’s got their tells. Usually you can see it in the eyes; it’s hard to keep your soul in check. People think I don’t understand pain, they think this is all an act. Like I put this shit on for show. A little Russian roulette as I put the pistol to my head. Look, see... not loaded at all. BLAM! I wonder if that gun was loaded, or if that was just more theatrics? Not like I give a shit either way. This whole song and dance bores me to tears. They say they’re not trying to scare me; none of that shit they were spouting was designed to make me think twice. Right, you cannot put this over on me. I am not stupid. You can’t bluff worth shit, my friends.
Fourth street. Nine of spades. Does nothing for me, throw a bit more into the pot, just a little, make the guy across from me sweat a little. The way he’s squirming, I’m thinking he has pocket aces. Guess we’ll see, won’t we?
Fifth street, the river card, it’s all down to this. Eyes cold like steel, I meet his gaze across the table, waiting for the turn of the card. Another nine. Full house. Three Jacks, two nines. Go big or stay home. I watched his greedy piggy eyes, knowing he’d take the bait.
+Prozac+
“All in,”
I said, pushing my chips out into the pot. Twenty thousand riding on this game. He nodded, following suit.
+Gambling Man+
“Whatcha got?”
he was practically salivating. I dropped the cards down, and he crowed in triumph, slamming his on the table, rattling the chips.
+Gambling Man+
“Four of a kind!"
I shrugged. What could I do? Played the best with what I had. I held out my hand, shook his over the pile of chips and stood up, leaving the room without looking back. I could hear the snap of the lighters in my wake, accompanied by the clink of glasses, and the slow clapping of the guy who folded out in the first hand.
I just kept walking, no more looking back for me. Things have been brutal lately, complete hell, it is amazing how I can still keep my smile on even though its no where as bright as is was. With losing my focus in the ring, and then being away from what I love to do for a little while, and now to top it off like a big rotten cheer on a moldy cake…Anna lost our baby, my daughter...
~~~~~
The inside of the office was as austere as an operating room, the music equally as monotonous. Prozac perched on the edge of the rock hard chair, hands clenched between his knees to keep them from shaking, he was never one to sit still, he always had to be active somehow.
The secretary looked down her nose at him, sniffing in distaste.
“I’m probably worth more than all the shit in this room, and her fake tits,” he thought, the ghost of a smile quirking his lips.
He stood, not even allowing the inflatable bimbo secretary to speak before approaching the oaken door beside her desk.
+Secretary+
“He is on an important call-”
She began; silenced abruptly by the acidic glare Prozac gave her.
+Prozac+
“My appointment was for two-fifteen, precisely two-fifteen and not a minute later. I’ll show myself in, don’t move.”
He shouldered open the door, and stepped inside. Sophie looked up from the sheaf of papers, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he made a shooing motion with his hand.
+Queen Sophie+
“I shall be with you in a moment, Robert.”
She whispered, covering the mouthpiece. Prozac advanced on the desk, and pushed the release button, disconnecting the call.
+Prozac+
“No, you’ll be with me right damn now, Sophie. I'm not in the mood to beat around the bush.”
+Queen Sophie+
“Prozac I have half a mind to call security on you. Have you any idea how important that call was?”
Prozac rolled his eyes, acidic scorn in his words. He was not in one of his normal happy go lucky moods.
+Prozac+
“Have any idea how little I give a shit? You want to call security, do one better call the cops, hell even the swat team.”
He braced his palms on the desk, leaning forward with a fierce intensity in his eyes.
+Queen Sophie+
“Save your hostility for someone who cares, son. Fine, if you are in such a hurry, I shall indulge you, speak."
He eased up from being tense and stood up straight showing his true height as he looked down at Sophie.
+Prozac+
“I want a match, I need back in.”
He says with firm words, his expression showing he wont take no for an answer.
+Queen Sophie+
“You requested time off to figure out things and now with what happened to your baby-"
+Prozac+
“I know that’s just the reason I have to get back in. I need it to be the way it was when I first started wrestling, everything was just right, now am I in or what?”
Prozac interrupts her not needing her to finish that sentence and making those hurtful thoughts come back.
+Queen Sophie+
“Fine…we have a cocky newcomer here and I think putting you to in a match together will be good for the both of you and for business. So on the next Animosity you got C.C Magnum one on one, good luck. Now if you would please remove yourself from my office."
Prozac’s lips pulled into a grin as he spun on a heel away from Sophie and quickly walked out of the office happy with the result. He walked out of the office leaving the door open knowing it would piss Sophie off more. He gets to the elevator and presses the button to go down. He didn’t have to wait long as the “ding” was heard and the doors opened. He stepped in and faced the door. He pressed for the first floor and stood up straights with his arms dangling lifelessly at his side.
His eyes scan the interior of the small square room as he waits to go down. As he makes his descent his mind floods with thoughts of everything going on in his life right now.
+Little Angel+
“I know what you are thinking Rob.”
A small, soft, angelic voice is heard as a tiny angel that looks like Prozac appears on Prozac’s left shoulder.
+Little Devil+
“So do I and I like it.”
Explains a small, deep, cracky voice as a little red devil that looks like Prozac appears on Prozac’s right shoulder.
+Little Devil+
“You are thinking about your match with C.C. and you want to hurt him, and why shouldn’t you with all the bad things happening in your life right now?”
Prozac turns and tilts his head a bit to look at the little Devil.
+Little Devil+
“With loosing your focus in the ring, losing a lot of money in gambling, not being able to go out to stay home and take care of Anna and the baby, and now losing the baby…you can give someone else some of the suffering if you want. Those things are in the past, don’t look back, just hurt someone and it will make you feel better.”
Prozac looks on with a understanding expression on his face as the little devils dark eyes narrow and his evil grin stretches. Prozac is starting to agree with the little devil and not thinking of a calmer, more peaceful way to get things back on track in his life.
+Little Devil+
“I already know my counter part will probably tell you the “right” way to do it, but you need to make an example out of C.C.”
[/b]You see, I’ve heard it all before, too.
Jack on the flop. Three of a kind, my odds just got bigger. Seven of hearts and a five of spades round it out. Guy across the table is looking a little smug, shifting in his seat, eyes twitching. Everyone’s got their tells. Usually you can see it in the eyes; it’s hard to keep your soul in check. People think I don’t understand pain, they think this is all an act. Like I put this shit on for show. A little Russian roulette as I put the pistol to my head. Look, see... not loaded at all. BLAM! I wonder if that gun was loaded, or if that was just more theatrics? Not like I give a shit either way. This whole song and dance bores me to tears. They say they’re not trying to scare me; none of that shit they were spouting was designed to make me think twice. Right, you cannot put this over on me. I am not stupid. You can’t bluff worth shit, my friends.
Fourth street. Nine of spades. Does nothing for me, throw a bit more into the pot, just a little, make the guy across from me sweat a little. The way he’s squirming, I’m thinking he has pocket aces. Guess we’ll see, won’t we?
Fifth street, the river card, it’s all down to this. Eyes cold like steel, I meet his gaze across the table, waiting for the turn of the card. Another nine. Full house. Three Jacks, two nines. Go big or stay home. I watched his greedy piggy eyes, knowing he’d take the bait.
+Prozac+
“All in,”
I said, pushing my chips out into the pot. Twenty thousand riding on this game. He nodded, following suit.
+Gambling Man+
“Whatcha got?”
he was practically salivating. I dropped the cards down, and he crowed in triumph, slamming his on the table, rattling the chips.
+Gambling Man+
“Four of a kind!"
I shrugged. What could I do? Played the best with what I had. I held out my hand, shook his over the pile of chips and stood up, leaving the room without looking back. I could hear the snap of the lighters in my wake, accompanied by the clink of glasses, and the slow clapping of the guy who folded out in the first hand.
I just kept walking, no more looking back for me. Things have been brutal lately, complete hell, it is amazing how I can still keep my smile on even though its no where as bright as is was. With losing my focus in the ring, and then being away from what I love to do for a little while, and now to top it off like a big rotten cheer on a moldy cake…Anna lost our baby, my daughter...
~~~~~
The inside of the office was as austere as an operating room, the music equally as monotonous. Prozac perched on the edge of the rock hard chair, hands clenched between his knees to keep them from shaking, he was never one to sit still, he always had to be active somehow.
The secretary looked down her nose at him, sniffing in distaste.
“I’m probably worth more than all the shit in this room, and her fake tits,” he thought, the ghost of a smile quirking his lips.
He stood, not even allowing the inflatable bimbo secretary to speak before approaching the oaken door beside her desk.
+Secretary+
“He is on an important call-”
She began; silenced abruptly by the acidic glare Prozac gave her.
+Prozac+
“My appointment was for two-fifteen, precisely two-fifteen and not a minute later. I’ll show myself in, don’t move.”
He shouldered open the door, and stepped inside. Sophie looked up from the sheaf of papers, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he made a shooing motion with his hand.
+Queen Sophie+
“I shall be with you in a moment, Robert.”
She whispered, covering the mouthpiece. Prozac advanced on the desk, and pushed the release button, disconnecting the call.
+Prozac+
“No, you’ll be with me right damn now, Sophie. I'm not in the mood to beat around the bush.”
+Queen Sophie+
“Prozac I have half a mind to call security on you. Have you any idea how important that call was?”
Prozac rolled his eyes, acidic scorn in his words. He was not in one of his normal happy go lucky moods.
+Prozac+
“Have any idea how little I give a shit? You want to call security, do one better call the cops, hell even the swat team.”
He braced his palms on the desk, leaning forward with a fierce intensity in his eyes.
+Queen Sophie+
“Save your hostility for someone who cares, son. Fine, if you are in such a hurry, I shall indulge you, speak."
He eased up from being tense and stood up straight showing his true height as he looked down at Sophie.
+Prozac+
“I want a match, I need back in.”
He says with firm words, his expression showing he wont take no for an answer.
+Queen Sophie+
“You requested time off to figure out things and now with what happened to your baby-"
+Prozac+
“I know that’s just the reason I have to get back in. I need it to be the way it was when I first started wrestling, everything was just right, now am I in or what?”
Prozac interrupts her not needing her to finish that sentence and making those hurtful thoughts come back.
+Queen Sophie+
“Fine…we have a cocky newcomer here and I think putting you to in a match together will be good for the both of you and for business. So on the next Animosity you got C.C Magnum one on one, good luck. Now if you would please remove yourself from my office."
Prozac’s lips pulled into a grin as he spun on a heel away from Sophie and quickly walked out of the office happy with the result. He walked out of the office leaving the door open knowing it would piss Sophie off more. He gets to the elevator and presses the button to go down. He didn’t have to wait long as the “ding” was heard and the doors opened. He stepped in and faced the door. He pressed for the first floor and stood up straights with his arms dangling lifelessly at his side.
His eyes scan the interior of the small square room as he waits to go down. As he makes his descent his mind floods with thoughts of everything going on in his life right now.
+Little Angel+
“I know what you are thinking Rob.”
A small, soft, angelic voice is heard as a tiny angel that looks like Prozac appears on Prozac’s left shoulder.
+Little Devil+
“So do I and I like it.”
Explains a small, deep, cracky voice as a little red devil that looks like Prozac appears on Prozac’s right shoulder.
+Little Devil+
“You are thinking about your match with C.C. and you want to hurt him, and why shouldn’t you with all the bad things happening in your life right now?”
Prozac turns and tilts his head a bit to look at the little Devil.
+Little Devil+
“With loosing your focus in the ring, losing a lot of money in gambling, not being able to go out to stay home and take care of Anna and the baby, and now losing the baby…you can give someone else some of the suffering if you want. Those things are in the past, don’t look back, just hurt someone and it will make you feel better.”
Prozac looks on with a understanding expression on his face as the little devils dark eyes narrow and his evil grin stretches. Prozac is starting to agree with the little devil and not thinking of a calmer, more peaceful way to get things back on track in his life.
+Little Devil+
“I already know my counter part will probably tell you the “right” way to do it, but you need to make an example out of C.C.”
The little devil crosses his arms and looks all snug. His words left a sweet taste in his mouth and an even sweeter taste in Prozac’s ears.
+Little Angel+
“I agree.”
The little devil begins to roll his easy, but stops as they shoot wide open, almost popping out of his head as both Prozac and him swing their heads towards the little angel.
+Little Devil+
“Wait what?!”
The little devil cocks an eyebrow as he looks on with confusion and thinking he heard wrong.
+Little Angel+
“Take a knife and cut C.C. open his stomach, drug him up so he stays alive while you rib his intestines out then go do Sunday afternoon aerobics wearing them as leg warmers.”
The little angel’s twisted words came out so venomously, yet so smooth as they surprisingly came through his now tainted lips and striking his unprepared counter part. So little devils face was so shocked and horrified it was almost funny.
+Little Devil+
“That’s a bit extreme don’t ya think?”
He couldn’t believe his ears as the little devil asks in concern, unsure that the little angel was going about it the right way. His dumbfounded expression wouldn’t leave his face like it was painted on. He was truly stunned and didn’t know what to make of any of it.
+Little Angel+
“Not in this case. Right now if Rob didn’t have bad luck, he would have no luck at all. Sometime desperate times call for desperate measures and even heaven can overlook things at times like that.”
The little angel would explain as he folds his arms casually over his chest and looks down. He obviously knows the troubles Prozac has been haven’t for suggestion suck a intense act. Prozac only stayed silent during this as he was as shocked as the little devil, but intrigued as well.
+Little Angel+
“Kill him then drain his blood, take him to the North Pole and sit him down in a chair next to chained up elves and reindeer, sit on his lap and tell him about all the cool stuff you want for Christmas.”
His words were as poisonous as his last, but were spoken so calm and cool as if nothing was wrong. He looked at Prozac, the little angel’s eyes were fill with respect, caring, and honesty, but his words were darker, but still honest.
+Little Devil+
“What in Gods name is wrong with you?”
The little devil would rest his eyes firmly onto the little angel, his pupils filled with confusion and bewilderment as his voice trembled in sync.
+Little Angel+
“Chop him up into itty bitty pieces dunk those pieces in chocolate then put them in little colored plastic eggs and hide them in a field for kids to find in an Easter egg hunt.”
+Little Devil+
“That’s it I’m outta here.”
The little devil throws his hands up and steadily shakes his head as he fades away, disappearing from Prozac shoulder leaving no trace that he was ever there.
+Little Angel+
“Good I knew his fragile little ears wouldn’t be able to hear true plans that can get the job done, it’s all about impact right now and you need it big time and now that he is gone I can tell you the great plans that will put those to shame.”
+Prozac+
“Whoa! Whoa! That’s ok, really, I think I can manage. I’m just going to beat him one…two…three right in the middle of this ring the old fashion way”
+Little Angel+
“Fine shoot yourself, but don’t come crying to me when you don’t feel as good with your win as you would of with mine.”
The little angel shrugs and closes his eyes as he shakes is head at the floor. His words were long, bland, and drawn out almost like he was insulted by Prozac not accepting his help.
+Prozac+
“I’m sure I’ll be satisfied with a normal win over him. The guy is a cocky new comer thinking he is the best and with a win under his belt it just makes him think it even more. I always loved proving people wrong; taking him down a peg or two will defiantly brighten my day.”
+Little Angel+
“Yeah sure.”
With those two last spiteful words the little angel vanishes just like the little devil did leaving Prozac alone.
+Prozac+
“What a dick!”
The “ding” is heard again and the doors open in the lobby of the first floor.
Scene fades to black.[/center]
