Inner struggle

Ping_Pong Sat May 01, 2010 3:48 pm

*Its late. He is alone in the room like always. He dislikes people and people are smart enough to not approach him. But thats not what is troubling him right now. Its his next match.*

Ping_Pong:
"He is fast, FAST, FAAAAAAAAAAAST!!!!!"

*Another brutal hit echoes through the locker room. He'll probably be charged to pay for the damage. Big deal. Big freaking deal! He is now mumbling to himself like a mad man.*

"I hate them. I hate these running chickens!!"

*Through his career he's seen various types of wrestlers, from the big fat slobs that think they can eat anything head on to the cocky guys with some fancy coloured belt showing off martial arts' locks. He smiles to himself. Once the almighty Ping_Pong tried to become a martial artist himself. Lack of speed. Lack of finesse. And most importantly - lack of interest ruined that dream. However the knowledge still stays and the wannabe martial artists soon find that their complicated locks are in fact easy to bypass. But these fast bastards.........*

"Dont get mad now. Calm yourself down"

*He looks around with a maniacal grin then all of a sudden charges and hits his head into the wall. Blood starts running down his forehead, nose and lips but his breathing is steady now. He seems relieved, a big burden thrown away. Miles away.*

"Even the fastest guy could suddenly trip."

*He is smiling now licking his bloody lips. Its gonna be one hell of a show.*