Post by Tommy Musashi on Nov 15, 2008 10:36:36 GMT -5
The locker room sat very empty, except for a few posters on the wall, and the occasional bench. Tommy was resting on one of the metal benches, his elbows resting on his thighs. Tommy had no idea what to do. He lost the tournament, not even close to the top three competitors. He had to change his ways, he had to do something different, but what? That is when it struck him. The card Chris gave him a week ago, it was still laying on one of the shelves nearby.
He stands up, walks over to it and grabs it gently into his hand. He stared at it intently. Deciding if this.. guy, was the real deal. Luckily, he had this friday off so he was pretty much free for the next couple days.
"I hate decisions..." says Musashi under his breath. He paces back and forth, his head beginning to hurt from the pressure of deciding to call or not. I mean, who knows.. it could be a scam, it could be a way to grab him and take his money. Or hell, it could be one of his enemies trying to take him out so he can't compete at all. Yet there was that small voice inside him saying,'go for it.'
Suddenly the door springs open and one of his staff buddies peaks his head inside.
"Hey man whatsup?"
"Not much."
"Are you alright? You look like your head is going to explode."
That's for sure. He did feel like his head was going to explode. He couldn't decide!
"Yeah, I'm alright. What do you need?"
"Oh, the gang and I are going to go hang out at the club, wanna join?"
"Uh.. Actually, I had some plans."
"Oh ok man. That's alright, have fun!" Suddenly he vanished, with the door closed. He couldn't believe he actually decided. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed the number.
5-2-6-6-7-2... He paused, the tension and nervousnious built up even worse than before. "Here we go."
He dialed the last number, and placed it up to his ear. It began to ring, once, twice, three times. Is he even there to pick it up? He was just getting ready to hang up the phone when,"Hello?"
"Uh... uh.. Hello, is this Chris Possey?"
"Yeah, this is he."
"It's Tommy..."
EoT
Part 3
If you missed Part 1, or forgot what happened. Here it is.
He stands up, walks over to it and grabs it gently into his hand. He stared at it intently. Deciding if this.. guy, was the real deal. Luckily, he had this friday off so he was pretty much free for the next couple days.
"I hate decisions..." says Musashi under his breath. He paces back and forth, his head beginning to hurt from the pressure of deciding to call or not. I mean, who knows.. it could be a scam, it could be a way to grab him and take his money. Or hell, it could be one of his enemies trying to take him out so he can't compete at all. Yet there was that small voice inside him saying,'go for it.'
Suddenly the door springs open and one of his staff buddies peaks his head inside.
"Hey man whatsup?"
"Not much."
"Are you alright? You look like your head is going to explode."
That's for sure. He did feel like his head was going to explode. He couldn't decide!
"Yeah, I'm alright. What do you need?"
"Oh, the gang and I are going to go hang out at the club, wanna join?"
"Uh.. Actually, I had some plans."
"Oh ok man. That's alright, have fun!" Suddenly he vanished, with the door closed. He couldn't believe he actually decided. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed the number.
5-2-6-6-7-2... He paused, the tension and nervousnious built up even worse than before. "Here we go."
He dialed the last number, and placed it up to his ear. It began to ring, once, twice, three times. Is he even there to pick it up? He was just getting ready to hang up the phone when,"Hello?"
"Uh... uh.. Hello, is this Chris Possey?"
"Yeah, this is he."
"It's Tommy..."
EoT
Part 3
If you missed Part 1, or forgot what happened. Here it is.
