Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 12, 2014 13:51:01 GMT
The trip home on American Airlines was long and a cold one. It wasn’t because the heater on the plane was broke but it was because basically it was the flight home that had Green Man’s tail between his legs. What else is there to say about it? Apparently a lot.
Back home in good old Vermont late Tuesday night Green Man is burning the midnight oil. No he isn’t cleaning up the garage that he destroyed a few weeks back of removing the pick up from around the tree in his front yard. All of that just added insult to injury. His race car now needs a new hood many of his tools have sat outside in the weather and of course it snowed and rained and not only are they buried in mud and frozen to the ground but their rust as well. It was a lot to come home to. NO doors on the garage, it just keeps building and building. But Green Man said fuck it as it will give him something to do tomorrow and retired to his bedroom.
The lights are on and Green Man is sitting at his desk. On the desk he has a candle burning and he is writing in a big old leather bound book that looks like one of those old dictionary from the 40’s, They have about ten million pages in them and weight ten billion pounds. Yeah one of them but this one is blank and Green Man has converted into a journal. He is busy writing away and is using a old feather ink pen that you have to dip in the ink jar. Yeah those are cool and Green Man writes a few words and dip the pen in the ink and continues writing and as he writes he mumbles what he is writing, but as to what he is saying we don’t know.
Meanwhile in the other room is Joe Jones curled up in a blanket in the easy chair watching TV. Unlike Green Man he is in a good mood. His pre aftermath TV show was a hit in the test markets. Pulled in a 7 share. And to Joe that is a victory.
Joe stretches out in the chair, his arms going above his head and his legs straight out.
Joe: “Did you see the show dad?”
Joe has asked this question about three times over the past ten minutes. Green Man just ignores him. Finally Green Man finishes writing what ever it is and blows on the page trying to dry the ink out. Green Man stands up and walks away from the desk after he pushes in the chair. As Green Man walks towards the door we can the last line he wrote in his journal.
’I think it’s safe to say I can forget about that stupid fucking title piece of shit that it is anyways.’
Green Man closes the door to his bedroom. He looks down at the floor as he slowly shuts it. He stands in front of the door and leans up against it putting his head all the ay back resting it on the door.
Green Man: “Man I was the first one out of that match. That just fucking blows. I tried to think positive and I tried to tell myself I would win the title but who was I kidding? The odds of me at my age winning a six pack challenge is.....well I would have a better shot of getting hit by a car in the woods then winning that match. But being booted first! Man I can forget about ever getting another title after that.”
Green Man sighs. He is awful disappointed by his performance and awful is a understatement. There isn’t words to describe how he feels. He walks across his bedroom to the window and looks out to his garage.
Green Man: “Well at least Hammer or Bright didn’t win and even though I was booted fist it put a smile on my face to see Bright get his ten seconds after I was rejected. Oh well. Guess I start over from here huh? Guess I can start looking at the other titles in the XWA. I see the TV is lonely. And isn’t the European title vacant now? At least Stallion won. It’s good to see the Real Deal pick up a big win like that.”
Green Man walks towards the desk again. The ink has dried and Green Man shuts the book. He blows the candle out then walks over to his bed. He pulls back the covers and drops his pants. He scratches his naked rear end and climbs into bed.
Green Man: “At least I didn’t walk into Japhy’s office and try to kiss his ass. Man that is just a low coward act. I would rather lose all of my matches then kiss the acting CEO’s ass.”
Green Man looks up the lamp on the nightstand next to his bed. He reaches up to the switch.
Green Man; “Maybe they are right? I am too old to win that title.”
Green Man pauses for a second then flicks the light off and the room becomes pitch dark.
Green Man: “Oh well at least I tried.”
Green Man drifts away into deep sleep and dreams about what was and what will be. Hopefully tomorrow he will find out who he will face next week, Maybe he’ll get lucky and get a title shot........oh that was a pretty good joke.......................................................................
Back home in good old Vermont late Tuesday night Green Man is burning the midnight oil. No he isn’t cleaning up the garage that he destroyed a few weeks back of removing the pick up from around the tree in his front yard. All of that just added insult to injury. His race car now needs a new hood many of his tools have sat outside in the weather and of course it snowed and rained and not only are they buried in mud and frozen to the ground but their rust as well. It was a lot to come home to. NO doors on the garage, it just keeps building and building. But Green Man said fuck it as it will give him something to do tomorrow and retired to his bedroom.
The lights are on and Green Man is sitting at his desk. On the desk he has a candle burning and he is writing in a big old leather bound book that looks like one of those old dictionary from the 40’s, They have about ten million pages in them and weight ten billion pounds. Yeah one of them but this one is blank and Green Man has converted into a journal. He is busy writing away and is using a old feather ink pen that you have to dip in the ink jar. Yeah those are cool and Green Man writes a few words and dip the pen in the ink and continues writing and as he writes he mumbles what he is writing, but as to what he is saying we don’t know.
Meanwhile in the other room is Joe Jones curled up in a blanket in the easy chair watching TV. Unlike Green Man he is in a good mood. His pre aftermath TV show was a hit in the test markets. Pulled in a 7 share. And to Joe that is a victory.
Joe stretches out in the chair, his arms going above his head and his legs straight out.
Joe: “Did you see the show dad?”
Joe has asked this question about three times over the past ten minutes. Green Man just ignores him. Finally Green Man finishes writing what ever it is and blows on the page trying to dry the ink out. Green Man stands up and walks away from the desk after he pushes in the chair. As Green Man walks towards the door we can the last line he wrote in his journal.
’I think it’s safe to say I can forget about that stupid fucking title piece of shit that it is anyways.’
Green Man closes the door to his bedroom. He looks down at the floor as he slowly shuts it. He stands in front of the door and leans up against it putting his head all the ay back resting it on the door.
Green Man: “Man I was the first one out of that match. That just fucking blows. I tried to think positive and I tried to tell myself I would win the title but who was I kidding? The odds of me at my age winning a six pack challenge is.....well I would have a better shot of getting hit by a car in the woods then winning that match. But being booted first! Man I can forget about ever getting another title after that.”
Green Man sighs. He is awful disappointed by his performance and awful is a understatement. There isn’t words to describe how he feels. He walks across his bedroom to the window and looks out to his garage.
Green Man: “Well at least Hammer or Bright didn’t win and even though I was booted fist it put a smile on my face to see Bright get his ten seconds after I was rejected. Oh well. Guess I start over from here huh? Guess I can start looking at the other titles in the XWA. I see the TV is lonely. And isn’t the European title vacant now? At least Stallion won. It’s good to see the Real Deal pick up a big win like that.”
Green Man walks towards the desk again. The ink has dried and Green Man shuts the book. He blows the candle out then walks over to his bed. He pulls back the covers and drops his pants. He scratches his naked rear end and climbs into bed.
Green Man: “At least I didn’t walk into Japhy’s office and try to kiss his ass. Man that is just a low coward act. I would rather lose all of my matches then kiss the acting CEO’s ass.”
Green Man looks up the lamp on the nightstand next to his bed. He reaches up to the switch.
Green Man; “Maybe they are right? I am too old to win that title.”
Green Man pauses for a second then flicks the light off and the room becomes pitch dark.
Green Man: “Oh well at least I tried.”
Green Man drifts away into deep sleep and dreams about what was and what will be. Hopefully tomorrow he will find out who he will face next week, Maybe he’ll get lucky and get a title shot........oh that was a pretty good joke.......................................................................