Post by The Ox on Apr 9, 2011 20:26:56 GMT -6
When you look at yourself in the mirror and dont recognize the person you have allowed yourself to become, how do you expect others to see the person you once were.. or the person you hope want to be? If the changes in your life, the evolution of your surroundings, causes you to lose who you are, then you need to be prepared to be disappointed in the way others now veiw you. And only when you realize this, can you start to change that image.
A few hours ago, The Ox drove his red corvette onto US highway 72 and headed East... back toward where he came from. The place he once called home.. the place from where he once ran wrestlings greatest empire, The EFWO.
As daylight quickly fades, he looks at the signs whizzing on the side of the highway. The one that catches his attention is the one that says "Welcome to Ohio. So much to discover"
The Ox: What the hell is there to discover in Ohio? Just one big ass state to drive through.
The gas warning light lights up on the dashboard. The Ox feels a rumble in his stomach at the same time. He quickly signals, changing lanes and zooms onto the exit ramp. The car hungs the turn and he pulls onto the main street of some smallish western Ohio town.
Coming to an intersection, there is a choice of 3 different gas stations. The Ox chooses the one with the mini market in it as well, instead of making another stop at some fast food restaurant.
After quickly filling up the vette with 93 octane, he parks and goes into the store. He walks around looking for something that looks appealing to eat. As he picks up a sub sandwich he notices a guy staring at him.
The Ox: Whats up?
Guy: Nothing man. Just feel like I know you from some place.
The Ox smiles slightly. Over five years and some fans never forget.
The Ox: I dunno. Im not from around here. Just passing through on the way back east.
Guy: Hmmm. Maybe Im thinking of someone else.
The Ox: Thats ok. I get that alot.
The Ox grabs his sub and heads back to grab a bag of chips and a soda. Happy with his decision for dinner, he heads to the counter to pay.
At the counter, the customer that was talking to him is talking to the cashier.
Guy: I tell you he looks familiar!
Cashier: Yeah so? Last week you thought you saw Elvis down at Denny's. And remember last year when you thought you saw KISS at the bar down the road?
Guy: Yeah.. Anyone could have made that mistake.
Cashier: You're kidding right? It was four drag queens in leather and very bad makeup!
The two men continue their banter as The Ox gets to the counter. As the cashier rings up The Ox's stuff, he too, looks at him close.
Cashier: Your total is Seven eighty-two. You know.. My friend here is right. You do look familiar.
The Ox pulls out his wallet and pulls out the cash and hands it to the cashier. The cashier takes it, but a scowl forms on his face.
Cashier: Wait a minute. I know where we know you from! Here is your change. Get the hell out of my store!
Ox is surprised by the quick change in demeanor.
The Ox: chuckling a bit and says under his breath. Must have been a Phil Flate fan.
Cashier: You think its funny being a fricken con man?
Both of Ox's eyes open wide and he looks at the cashier with the same intensity he looked at Vanquish during Shock! in January 2001.
The Ox: And just where the hell do you think you know me from?
Cashier: You were on that show... the one where they profile people that have conned old people out of their savings and stuff like that! Now get the FUCK out of my store.
Fire fills The Ox's veins as he steps one step closer to the counter and looks into the eyes of the cashier. The other customer, sensing trouble, steps back and starts reaching into his jacket for his cell phone.
The Ox: Through clenched teeth While Im sure that one of your many talents, besides being a 30 something guy working for minimum wage at a gas station, is identifying con men. I assure you that is not where you know me from. By your apparent IQ or obvious lack there of... I assume you are a wrestling fan.
The question catches the cashier off guard.
Cashier: Uh.. yeah.
The Ox: Then I assume you remember me as X Dude... former head of the EFWO. The man ICW always wanted.. The man that made CHF watchable. The man
Cashier Cutting the ox off.Ok ok. We get the point.
He takes a long look at The Ox.
Cashier: Damn man. If you really are him... you really let yourself go. The X Dude that I remember was a chiseled athlete. You look like some out of shape...
The Ox: If you say convict im going to show you I still know how to perform The Xcellence of Oxycution.
The cashier shuts up and looks at his friend, who still has his phone in his hand.
The Ox: Dont worry. I aint going to hurt you Mr minimum wage. Matter of fact.. just bag my shit and Ill get out of here, so you and your lover with the phone can get back to flirting with one another.
The cashier hands Ox his bag. Ox quickly turns and leaves the store, slamming the door behind him.
Cashier: So Paul.. do you really think that was X Dude?
Guy: I dunno Phil. But he is driving a corvette.
They look out the window as the tires squeel on Ox's vette and it fades from view.
5 months ago
A few hours ago, The Ox drove his red corvette onto US highway 72 and headed East... back toward where he came from. The place he once called home.. the place from where he once ran wrestlings greatest empire, The EFWO.
As daylight quickly fades, he looks at the signs whizzing on the side of the highway. The one that catches his attention is the one that says "Welcome to Ohio. So much to discover"
The Ox: What the hell is there to discover in Ohio? Just one big ass state to drive through.
The gas warning light lights up on the dashboard. The Ox feels a rumble in his stomach at the same time. He quickly signals, changing lanes and zooms onto the exit ramp. The car hungs the turn and he pulls onto the main street of some smallish western Ohio town.
Coming to an intersection, there is a choice of 3 different gas stations. The Ox chooses the one with the mini market in it as well, instead of making another stop at some fast food restaurant.
After quickly filling up the vette with 93 octane, he parks and goes into the store. He walks around looking for something that looks appealing to eat. As he picks up a sub sandwich he notices a guy staring at him.
The Ox: Whats up?
Guy: Nothing man. Just feel like I know you from some place.
The Ox smiles slightly. Over five years and some fans never forget.
The Ox: I dunno. Im not from around here. Just passing through on the way back east.
Guy: Hmmm. Maybe Im thinking of someone else.
The Ox: Thats ok. I get that alot.
The Ox grabs his sub and heads back to grab a bag of chips and a soda. Happy with his decision for dinner, he heads to the counter to pay.
At the counter, the customer that was talking to him is talking to the cashier.
Guy: I tell you he looks familiar!
Cashier: Yeah so? Last week you thought you saw Elvis down at Denny's. And remember last year when you thought you saw KISS at the bar down the road?
Guy: Yeah.. Anyone could have made that mistake.
Cashier: You're kidding right? It was four drag queens in leather and very bad makeup!
The two men continue their banter as The Ox gets to the counter. As the cashier rings up The Ox's stuff, he too, looks at him close.
Cashier: Your total is Seven eighty-two. You know.. My friend here is right. You do look familiar.
The Ox pulls out his wallet and pulls out the cash and hands it to the cashier. The cashier takes it, but a scowl forms on his face.
Cashier: Wait a minute. I know where we know you from! Here is your change. Get the hell out of my store!
Ox is surprised by the quick change in demeanor.
The Ox: chuckling a bit and says under his breath. Must have been a Phil Flate fan.
Cashier: You think its funny being a fricken con man?
Both of Ox's eyes open wide and he looks at the cashier with the same intensity he looked at Vanquish during Shock! in January 2001.
The Ox: And just where the hell do you think you know me from?
Cashier: You were on that show... the one where they profile people that have conned old people out of their savings and stuff like that! Now get the FUCK out of my store.
Fire fills The Ox's veins as he steps one step closer to the counter and looks into the eyes of the cashier. The other customer, sensing trouble, steps back and starts reaching into his jacket for his cell phone.
The Ox: Through clenched teeth While Im sure that one of your many talents, besides being a 30 something guy working for minimum wage at a gas station, is identifying con men. I assure you that is not where you know me from. By your apparent IQ or obvious lack there of... I assume you are a wrestling fan.
The question catches the cashier off guard.
Cashier: Uh.. yeah.
The Ox: Then I assume you remember me as X Dude... former head of the EFWO. The man ICW always wanted.. The man that made CHF watchable. The man
Cashier Cutting the ox off.Ok ok. We get the point.
He takes a long look at The Ox.
Cashier: Damn man. If you really are him... you really let yourself go. The X Dude that I remember was a chiseled athlete. You look like some out of shape...
The Ox: If you say convict im going to show you I still know how to perform The Xcellence of Oxycution.
The cashier shuts up and looks at his friend, who still has his phone in his hand.
The Ox: Dont worry. I aint going to hurt you Mr minimum wage. Matter of fact.. just bag my shit and Ill get out of here, so you and your lover with the phone can get back to flirting with one another.
The cashier hands Ox his bag. Ox quickly turns and leaves the store, slamming the door behind him.
Cashier: So Paul.. do you really think that was X Dude?
Guy: I dunno Phil. But he is driving a corvette.
They look out the window as the tires squeel on Ox's vette and it fades from view.