GTank
09-18-2004, 09:30 PM
Xtreme is at his local Wal-Mart in Hot Springs, Arkansas. He is in the men's clothes department, when he is approached by a little boy wearing an "Union Jack" t-shirt.
Boy: Hi Xtreme.
Xtreme: Hey lil kid...I like your shirt.
Thanks, I used to have your shirt...until when happen at Forgiven.
Yeah, thanks for reminding me.
What happened? Why didn't you win?
Well, it just wasn't my time kid. I gave Bryan all I had, and he gave more. But trust me...be ready to see me with that World Heavyweight title very soon.
Xtreme winks at the boy, which is returned with a smile by the boy. Xtreme walks to the counter with a pair of jeans and a pack of boxers. The lady at the counter looks at him, and begins to talk to him in a deep, country accent.
Wal-Mart Lady: Do I know you from somewhere?
Xtreme: Possibly.
Now I remember...you a wrassler, ain't cha?
That's right ma'am.
Didn't you lose to that British guy?
Yes I did.
That has to be embarrassing', ain't it?
Not really ma'am. He's a great wrestler, and I wish him the best of luck.
I bet y'all just say that, uh? You really hate his guts, and wanna rip him apart, don't cha?
Not all wrestlers are nimrod-ic savages...ma'am.
Well, I just hope you can come back and win your next match. Everybody's been talking about ya, and not in the good way.
Oh, believe me ma'am...I will not fail. I will win that IC belt, and I will then go on to win the World Heavyweight title.
Well, I wish ya the best of luck...that'll be $25.37.
Xtreme hands the lady the money, and exchange goodbyes. He leaves the store to go to his fitness center. Once he gets there, he is surrounded by people, asking him about his loss. He runs to his car to leave, but is still surrounded by people. He has to push through all the muscle men saying things like "Body building is a real sport, not WRASSLIN!" and whatnot. He finally gets in his car and leaves. After this experience, he realizes how much him winning and losing a match can affect his outside life. He begins to ponder what he much do in his next match for the IC title, while he blasts "Blind" by Korn in his radio.
Boy: Hi Xtreme.
Xtreme: Hey lil kid...I like your shirt.
Thanks, I used to have your shirt...until when happen at Forgiven.
Yeah, thanks for reminding me.
What happened? Why didn't you win?
Well, it just wasn't my time kid. I gave Bryan all I had, and he gave more. But trust me...be ready to see me with that World Heavyweight title very soon.
Xtreme winks at the boy, which is returned with a smile by the boy. Xtreme walks to the counter with a pair of jeans and a pack of boxers. The lady at the counter looks at him, and begins to talk to him in a deep, country accent.
Wal-Mart Lady: Do I know you from somewhere?
Xtreme: Possibly.
Now I remember...you a wrassler, ain't cha?
That's right ma'am.
Didn't you lose to that British guy?
Yes I did.
That has to be embarrassing', ain't it?
Not really ma'am. He's a great wrestler, and I wish him the best of luck.
I bet y'all just say that, uh? You really hate his guts, and wanna rip him apart, don't cha?
Not all wrestlers are nimrod-ic savages...ma'am.
Well, I just hope you can come back and win your next match. Everybody's been talking about ya, and not in the good way.
Oh, believe me ma'am...I will not fail. I will win that IC belt, and I will then go on to win the World Heavyweight title.
Well, I wish ya the best of luck...that'll be $25.37.
Xtreme hands the lady the money, and exchange goodbyes. He leaves the store to go to his fitness center. Once he gets there, he is surrounded by people, asking him about his loss. He runs to his car to leave, but is still surrounded by people. He has to push through all the muscle men saying things like "Body building is a real sport, not WRASSLIN!" and whatnot. He finally gets in his car and leaves. After this experience, he realizes how much him winning and losing a match can affect his outside life. He begins to ponder what he much do in his next match for the IC title, while he blasts "Blind" by Korn in his radio.