Post by Phantom on Jul 5, 2012 10:55:44 GMT -6
The scene opens as Phantom sits at the bar inside of Em’s with an empty glass in front of him. Even though it was early Phantom had downed a couple of beers and was just relaxing. He had spent fourth of July first with Circe at her apartment in Washington DC and then later on made it to Em’s bar where he drank some beer with her and had fun just talking with the patrons. Some talked with him about his past in RCW and GWA while others talked USPW with him. Then to his chagrin some rubbed in his face the fact that he had been beaten by Mike Tyson just seconds before completing the utter beating that he had dished out on Max Prophet. But this morning he was just spending his time to his himself as he relished the fact that he was finally getting the chance to get Max Prophet, one on one, no one would be able to interfere and there was nowhere to run.
It had become very clear to Phantom after the battle royal at last week’s show where Phantom was decimating Prophet up until he received aid from his lackey with half a brain Matt Hawk who intervened. Later on in the match both Prophet and Phantom would seemingly get eliminated at the same time by Mike Mahoney as he would claim the World Title for the first time in USPW. He knew that Prophet was going to claim that they both went out at the exact same time so Phantom poured some extra work into watching the footage to his delight when both men fell out of the ring both of Prophet’s feet hit the ground a split second before Phantom’s did. So it was with great delight that he could say that Phantom lasted longer in the match and had come in second.
Phantom rubbed his finger around the top of the glass as Emily walked over and leaned against the other side of the bar. She laughed as Phantom looked up at her. She was clad in her usual straight black outfit.
Phantom- What?
Emily- I never took you as the kind that would be drinking this early in the morning. Especially since you have a big event to attend later on this week?
Phantom- Oh if you think I am drinking because I am worried you are sorely mistaken.
Emily- Oh really?
Phantom- Yeah you see I am drinking because I celebrating and have needed a day off from training for a while now.
Emily- So your idea is to come here and drink all of my alcohol?
Phantom- Hey I have had two drinks?
Emily- But you are about to ask me for another one.
Phantom laughed and then held his arms out to the side.
Phantom- You operate a bar don’t you?
Emily- And tell me why I should give you another beer?
Phantom- Oh we are going to go there?
Emily- Yeah I am going to go there.
Phantom- Fine. Let me tell you why I am not going to lose come this Friday. First after weeks and weeks and weeks of Max Prophet talking about himself and about how great he was. He even claimed he was sleeping with some woman I have never met and that he has a daughter. Well good for him, but it didn’t change anything when we got into the ring together. I kicked his ass and proved that I was far beyond his league. At one point I even lit him on fire during that match we had. And right when I had him down for the count, when he was unable to get up under his own power I was beaten by Mike Tyson. Max Prophet did little to nothing to beat me. A solid right hand by Mike Tyson is what beat me. And then this past week I pulled his ass out of that ring and beat him from one side of the arena to the other before his little bitch tried to interfere. This week he is going to be getting into a ring with me where there is no one to help him. I can finally show him how washed up he is. For weeks now he has been running away from me and weaseling his way out of my grasp. Friday, Friday he gets into the ring for more than likely the final time as I kick his ass and pin him in the middle of that ring 1…2…3. Friday this ends and how shows how weak he actually is.
Emily laughed and reached under the counter and pulled out another beer bottle. With a smile she popped the top off and slid it over to Phantom.
Emily- This one is on the house for being fired up for your match this week and finally proving that Max Prophet is nothing more than an eight year old in a fat ass forty year old body.
Phantom laughed as he lifted the beer in the air and saluted the beautiful young woman. Took a drink from it before placing it back on the counter.
Phantom- Amen to that!
The scene fades to black as Phantom and Emily continue making small talk.
It had become very clear to Phantom after the battle royal at last week’s show where Phantom was decimating Prophet up until he received aid from his lackey with half a brain Matt Hawk who intervened. Later on in the match both Prophet and Phantom would seemingly get eliminated at the same time by Mike Mahoney as he would claim the World Title for the first time in USPW. He knew that Prophet was going to claim that they both went out at the exact same time so Phantom poured some extra work into watching the footage to his delight when both men fell out of the ring both of Prophet’s feet hit the ground a split second before Phantom’s did. So it was with great delight that he could say that Phantom lasted longer in the match and had come in second.
Phantom rubbed his finger around the top of the glass as Emily walked over and leaned against the other side of the bar. She laughed as Phantom looked up at her. She was clad in her usual straight black outfit.
Phantom- What?
Emily- I never took you as the kind that would be drinking this early in the morning. Especially since you have a big event to attend later on this week?
Phantom- Oh if you think I am drinking because I am worried you are sorely mistaken.
Emily- Oh really?
Phantom- Yeah you see I am drinking because I celebrating and have needed a day off from training for a while now.
Emily- So your idea is to come here and drink all of my alcohol?
Phantom- Hey I have had two drinks?
Emily- But you are about to ask me for another one.
Phantom laughed and then held his arms out to the side.
Phantom- You operate a bar don’t you?
Emily- And tell me why I should give you another beer?
Phantom- Oh we are going to go there?
Emily- Yeah I am going to go there.
Phantom- Fine. Let me tell you why I am not going to lose come this Friday. First after weeks and weeks and weeks of Max Prophet talking about himself and about how great he was. He even claimed he was sleeping with some woman I have never met and that he has a daughter. Well good for him, but it didn’t change anything when we got into the ring together. I kicked his ass and proved that I was far beyond his league. At one point I even lit him on fire during that match we had. And right when I had him down for the count, when he was unable to get up under his own power I was beaten by Mike Tyson. Max Prophet did little to nothing to beat me. A solid right hand by Mike Tyson is what beat me. And then this past week I pulled his ass out of that ring and beat him from one side of the arena to the other before his little bitch tried to interfere. This week he is going to be getting into a ring with me where there is no one to help him. I can finally show him how washed up he is. For weeks now he has been running away from me and weaseling his way out of my grasp. Friday, Friday he gets into the ring for more than likely the final time as I kick his ass and pin him in the middle of that ring 1…2…3. Friday this ends and how shows how weak he actually is.
Emily laughed and reached under the counter and pulled out another beer bottle. With a smile she popped the top off and slid it over to Phantom.
Emily- This one is on the house for being fired up for your match this week and finally proving that Max Prophet is nothing more than an eight year old in a fat ass forty year old body.
Phantom laughed as he lifted the beer in the air and saluted the beautiful young woman. Took a drink from it before placing it back on the counter.
Phantom- Amen to that!
The scene fades to black as Phantom and Emily continue making small talk.