Post by CBT on Aug 2, 2007 22:54:08 GMT -5
"Call Your Shot"
You know what's funny. I'm not an owner anymore. I can't take the blame for shit and yet I find myself feeling like I'm a wrong-doer.
This week I got the best tag team in the world, Calvin Lee & Luther Castle, and I'm sweating bullets.
Not just because it's 95 degrees out, and I'm typing this in the back of a taxi, with no air condition, and windows that dont roll down.
Oh no, I'm persperating because these two are undefeated, feared, and dangerous. Infact I had to take this match to Puerto Rico because it's illegal to give them a title defense on U.S. soil. They're that good.
But really, I fear the worse, I'm not ready for these guys. Their quite capable of tearing my head off, getting fouled for it, and sinking two free shots. I'm fuckin' scared.
But there's a silver-lining in this disasterous grey cloud. I call him E, but you can call him 'Easy' EBR. He's a god among men, and god's can't lose. So I can at least depend on a 1 in 3 chance of winning, right?
On the real though, I'm end this on a positive note.
What I said about Obo's daughter. Was the truth, and I hope Obo rots in hell, and his daughter grows her pubic hair back. That sick fuck!
Tonight marks the first title defense of the WFWF tag team titles, by the greatest make-shift team to come along in years, EBR & CBT; and in a island where wrestling is considered a second-language, Puerto Rico.
We're set to have an eventful night as WFWF continues its tour of the world. But that's not to say the festivities are all planned, as WFWF Superstar and the adopted son of Puerto Rico, CBT, has issued a 9-ball billards tournament to be held at the Diamond in the Rough pool hall.
The tournament had long been underway, and the winners are set to face CBT, and by some surprise, his partner and fellow title holder, EBR. This should be an interesting affair as we join the game already in progress.
Man #1 So you two wanna make this game alittle more friendly?
EBR: Que?
Man #2 What my brotha means is, do you guys wanna play for something more than some hokey trophy you can't pawn for more than 27 pesos.
CBT: Que?
EBR: Shut up CBT, it's only funny when I do that. Oh and isn't pesos mexican money, and like 1 penny out of every american dollar.
CBT: No, pesos are spanish currency, and last I checked we could use american money. Stop being so damn Xenophobic. We're still in the United States, even if it's the abandoned state.
Guy #1 Are you in on it chicos or not?
CBT: Were not.
EBR: He means he's not, I could be, what did you have in mind.
Guy #2 Since are money is like monopoly money to what you guys have in your pockets, why not something of fair market value.
CBT: Like?
Guy #1 Like those tag titles, I'm sure that we got something of value to offer, some Cervezas and maybe them two girls behind you.
CBT & EBR turn counter clock-wise to the wall behind them where they see two lovely females, who from a sober glance look to be quite the pleasers both in the dark and in the light
CBT: I've seen my kryptonite, but you can't honestly think, we'd agree to put our belts on the line for a game of pool.
EBR: Yeah what he said, although maybe for just one shot.
CBT: What?!?
Guy #1 I think you two may wanna talk this out a little. But I'm sure my brotha wouldn't mind making this game more feaseable for ya. 1 shot is fine by me. We each take 1 shot, most balls sinked combined get the belts.
EBR: Hold on juan, I didn't say we'd be fine with the titles, I was think more like 1.
Guy #2 Name it.
EBR: CBT's.
CBT: Huh?
Guy #1 Fine.
Guy #2 Your on.
CBT: Wait, Wait, Wait.
Guy #1 Sorry Chico, you got over ruled. Now whose going first.
After a brief discussion, mainly with senseless bitching from CBT's side, CBT & E decide to let the brothers go first, than crush them with two brilliantly played shots
EBR: So C figures we'll just let you two break the ice, get your shots out, so we don't waste to much time. I can't speak for him, but on time is important to me, especially when I'm booked against the same guy 3 times a year.
CBT: I'll ignore that so I can watch you guys take your shot, fail, and plead we don't turn them girls back there, cross-eyed.
Guy #1 Man we mean no harm, I'll take my shot, though my little bro is more use to playing on the 360. Anyways, let me have a go at this.
Unorthadox can be the best way to describe the technique. He just about missing the ball, but E&C suggest he have another go at it. This time he hits the cue and sends 2 balls in. He calls for the right upper corner pocket and gets it. That's it for him, but with three balls sinked, that hardly leaves CBT at ease.
Guy #2 So you guys don't get much time to play, being on the road, right?
CBT: ...
EBR: ....
Guy #2 Well like my brother so expertly pointed out, It's alot easier to play this when you don't have people watching your every move, you know? But yeah, let me shoot, and not keep you guys too long.
This time a more befitting stance, as the younger of the two seems to be at ease, chalking his stick up before tapping the cue. He breaks but only sends 1 in, hardly an impressive break either as the balls still seem clustered together. He calls for the inner pocket, an obviously novice call. EBR asks which one, the young man asks if it matters, and EBR responds with 'no, so long as it's C's belt.'
He goes for the shot and send one in on each side. Bringing the score up to six.
Guy #1 So my lil' bro sunk as many as me, that's pretty cool. You guys know how many you need to get. whose gonna go first?
CBT: I will, since it's my damn belt, and I think having a pool table in my living room for thirteen years can do nothing but good. So let me put you guys out of your misery, alright?
Guy #2 Sure.
CBT confidently grabs his stick out of EBR's hand, and chalks it up. He wastes no time in placing the stick on the table. He shoots, and to the surprise of all but CBT, he sinks 3 balls on the break. He calls for the bottom left corner, he shoots, and he SCRATCHES.
EBR: Damn, that like sucked, I thought you were good.
CBT: Shut up man.
EBR: Don't worry, these guys aren't about to walk out with the belts.
With a more elegant yet equally novice approach as the first man, E prepares his shot, hesitating as CBT pleads for him to get it like a young girl pleading for the 29th installment in the harry potter quillogy. E silences him by slapping him, and than returning focuse to the shot.
E smiles almost to say he has it, but shoots directly for the corner pocket, clearly missing the break and instead scratching.
EBR: Sorry, man. My bad.
CBT: You did that shit on purpose.
Guy #1 Good game boys, can I get that belt autographed too?
EBR:
With the game over EBR hightails it, leaving CBT alone to find a potential way of getting his belt back
You know what's funny. I'm not an owner anymore. I can't take the blame for shit and yet I find myself feeling like I'm a wrong-doer.
This week I got the best tag team in the world, Calvin Lee & Luther Castle, and I'm sweating bullets.
Not just because it's 95 degrees out, and I'm typing this in the back of a taxi, with no air condition, and windows that dont roll down.
Oh no, I'm persperating because these two are undefeated, feared, and dangerous. Infact I had to take this match to Puerto Rico because it's illegal to give them a title defense on U.S. soil. They're that good.
But really, I fear the worse, I'm not ready for these guys. Their quite capable of tearing my head off, getting fouled for it, and sinking two free shots. I'm fuckin' scared.
But there's a silver-lining in this disasterous grey cloud. I call him E, but you can call him 'Easy' EBR. He's a god among men, and god's can't lose. So I can at least depend on a 1 in 3 chance of winning, right?
On the real though, I'm end this on a positive note.
What I said about Obo's daughter. Was the truth, and I hope Obo rots in hell, and his daughter grows her pubic hair back. That sick fuck!
Tonight marks the first title defense of the WFWF tag team titles, by the greatest make-shift team to come along in years, EBR & CBT; and in a island where wrestling is considered a second-language, Puerto Rico.
We're set to have an eventful night as WFWF continues its tour of the world. But that's not to say the festivities are all planned, as WFWF Superstar and the adopted son of Puerto Rico, CBT, has issued a 9-ball billards tournament to be held at the Diamond in the Rough pool hall.
The tournament had long been underway, and the winners are set to face CBT, and by some surprise, his partner and fellow title holder, EBR. This should be an interesting affair as we join the game already in progress.
Man #1 So you two wanna make this game alittle more friendly?
EBR: Que?
Man #2 What my brotha means is, do you guys wanna play for something more than some hokey trophy you can't pawn for more than 27 pesos.
CBT: Que?
EBR: Shut up CBT, it's only funny when I do that. Oh and isn't pesos mexican money, and like 1 penny out of every american dollar.
CBT: No, pesos are spanish currency, and last I checked we could use american money. Stop being so damn Xenophobic. We're still in the United States, even if it's the abandoned state.
Guy #1 Are you in on it chicos or not?
CBT: Were not.
EBR: He means he's not, I could be, what did you have in mind.
Guy #2 Since are money is like monopoly money to what you guys have in your pockets, why not something of fair market value.
CBT: Like?
Guy #1 Like those tag titles, I'm sure that we got something of value to offer, some Cervezas and maybe them two girls behind you.
CBT & EBR turn counter clock-wise to the wall behind them where they see two lovely females, who from a sober glance look to be quite the pleasers both in the dark and in the light
CBT: I've seen my kryptonite, but you can't honestly think, we'd agree to put our belts on the line for a game of pool.
EBR: Yeah what he said, although maybe for just one shot.
CBT: What?!?
Guy #1 I think you two may wanna talk this out a little. But I'm sure my brotha wouldn't mind making this game more feaseable for ya. 1 shot is fine by me. We each take 1 shot, most balls sinked combined get the belts.
EBR: Hold on juan, I didn't say we'd be fine with the titles, I was think more like 1.
Guy #2 Name it.
EBR: CBT's.
CBT: Huh?
Guy #1 Fine.
Guy #2 Your on.
CBT: Wait, Wait, Wait.
Guy #1 Sorry Chico, you got over ruled. Now whose going first.
After a brief discussion, mainly with senseless bitching from CBT's side, CBT & E decide to let the brothers go first, than crush them with two brilliantly played shots
EBR: So C figures we'll just let you two break the ice, get your shots out, so we don't waste to much time. I can't speak for him, but on time is important to me, especially when I'm booked against the same guy 3 times a year.
CBT: I'll ignore that so I can watch you guys take your shot, fail, and plead we don't turn them girls back there, cross-eyed.
Guy #1 Man we mean no harm, I'll take my shot, though my little bro is more use to playing on the 360. Anyways, let me have a go at this.
Unorthadox can be the best way to describe the technique. He just about missing the ball, but E&C suggest he have another go at it. This time he hits the cue and sends 2 balls in. He calls for the right upper corner pocket and gets it. That's it for him, but with three balls sinked, that hardly leaves CBT at ease.
Guy #2 So you guys don't get much time to play, being on the road, right?
CBT: ...
EBR: ....
Guy #2 Well like my brother so expertly pointed out, It's alot easier to play this when you don't have people watching your every move, you know? But yeah, let me shoot, and not keep you guys too long.
This time a more befitting stance, as the younger of the two seems to be at ease, chalking his stick up before tapping the cue. He breaks but only sends 1 in, hardly an impressive break either as the balls still seem clustered together. He calls for the inner pocket, an obviously novice call. EBR asks which one, the young man asks if it matters, and EBR responds with 'no, so long as it's C's belt.'
He goes for the shot and send one in on each side. Bringing the score up to six.
Guy #1 So my lil' bro sunk as many as me, that's pretty cool. You guys know how many you need to get. whose gonna go first?
CBT: I will, since it's my damn belt, and I think having a pool table in my living room for thirteen years can do nothing but good. So let me put you guys out of your misery, alright?
Guy #2 Sure.
CBT confidently grabs his stick out of EBR's hand, and chalks it up. He wastes no time in placing the stick on the table. He shoots, and to the surprise of all but CBT, he sinks 3 balls on the break. He calls for the bottom left corner, he shoots, and he SCRATCHES.
EBR: Damn, that like sucked, I thought you were good.
CBT: Shut up man.
EBR: Don't worry, these guys aren't about to walk out with the belts.
With a more elegant yet equally novice approach as the first man, E prepares his shot, hesitating as CBT pleads for him to get it like a young girl pleading for the 29th installment in the harry potter quillogy. E silences him by slapping him, and than returning focuse to the shot.
E smiles almost to say he has it, but shoots directly for the corner pocket, clearly missing the break and instead scratching.
EBR: Sorry, man. My bad.
CBT: You did that shit on purpose.
Guy #1 Good game boys, can I get that belt autographed too?
EBR:
With the game over EBR hightails it, leaving CBT alone to find a potential way of getting his belt back
