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Date Posted: 16:16:59 01/17/03 Fri
Author: J. B. Shooter
Subject: Happier Times



~ As night falls we see man walking down a back street in a small town in Scotland. The man finds a pub and walks in. The pub is dark and there are only a couple people in there. Two older men are throwing darts and there is a guy passed out at the end of the bar. The man dressed in a leather jacket and a red flannel shirt walks to the bar and sits down. Everyone stops and looks at him. The man in the leather coat looks at the bartender and asks him for an Orange Crush.

The bartender looks at him with a funny look. By now we all know who this guy is. Shooter shakes his head and just asks for a beer. The bartender pours him a draft and places it in front of him. Shooter takes a drink and makes a face at the bitter, warm beer. Shooter spins in his seat and sees the guys throwing darts. Their game is just finishing up as Shooter walks over and ands asks if he can play one with them. They guys look at Shooter and smiles at him. One of the older guys hand Shooter three darts and Shooter turns to face the board. He lets one fly and hits a 20. He lets another one go and it hits another 20. Shooter aims carefully with one eye closed and lets loose of the last dart it flies hitting another 20. The old guys give him an approving look as they shoot the bull to see who goes first.

One of the old guys hits the red bull and introduces his self as Cappy. He says the game will be straight Cricket. He tosses his darts and closes all his 20’s. Shooter steps up and matches Cappy’s darts. The last guy passes on the game and finds a seat at the bar and watches the game as he drinks a beer. The game continues just as the front door opens and a man with a camera walks in. There is another guy with him and they walk over to Shooter while he is playing. They step in front of him as he lets go of a dart and it sails striking the wall. Shooter gives them a pissed off look as Cappy walks up and tosses one dart closing his bulls and winning the game.

Shooter walks to the bar and orders a beer for the old guy. The cameraman turns the camera towards Shooter and the other man as he sits down next to Shooter. ~

Man: Shooter we are from the CWF and we have been looking for you all night. We want to know what you think of your match with GYON for his title.

Shooter: Well I have been here all night right guys?

~ Shooter looks around at the guys who just turn away leaving him hanging. ~

Shooter: See these guys here are like my second family. There is a lot of love in this room. Hell we have all known each other along time right guys?

~ Crickets chirp ~

Man: So what do you think of your chance against GYON. You know he might just be the CWF rookie of the year in the CWF. I mean who else has ever came to this fed and won a title in his first match?

Shooter: GYON huh? Well let’s just say that he has no idea what he is stepping into at Glory. He wants a title match then I have no problem giving him one. He wants a hardcore match, hell I was trained by the Icon of Hardcore himself. That is right I was trained by GYON’s own tag team partner and stable mate Steven “ Hunter” Hurst himself.

Gyon knows deep down that he is not true hardcore. He was just lucky in a match. His luck has just run out.

Man: So you are saying that you are going to win?

Shooter: No I am going to loose you big dummy. Every time I step in the ring do you really thing I want to lose. DUH!! I remember this time I was on a trip to the Badlands of South Dakota. Me and a explore friend of mine we looking for proof of the ever elusive saber tooth jackrabbit. We pulled into this small town called Winner. We went from door to door talking to people about them. Of course there were people who didn’t believe us. We were driving down the road in an old Dodge truck when we got lost and ended up on an Indian reservation. We knew we were in trouble when all the doors opened up and what seemed like 1000 people came walking towards. They started rocking the truck and hitting on the sides.

My friend who’s quick thinking might just have saved our lives held up the picture of the beast we were looking for. They backed off and an old man walked to the door opening it. My friend stepped out and I got out of my side. They took us into this old house and drew the curtain and locked the doors.

~ Everyone in the bar turns and listens as Shooter talks, not a sound can be heard. ~

Shooter: They took the picture and had one of the old men draw it on the floor of the room. One other guy over across from us lit a pipe and started it around the circle we were all in. The Old man that walked up to the truck raised his hands in the air as the other beat on drums. He shook a rattlesnake rattle and held an eagle feather high above him. Every time the pipe reached us we smoked it and passed it along not wanting to upset our hosts.

Our eyes grew heavy as the hours passed and things went dark. When the light hit us we were in a field of green grass and wildflowers. It was just my friend and I; out the corner of my eye I saw it. It was huge and pink, its fur was thick and lush and its teeth almost drug the ground as its ears stood at least a foot above his head. We took off after running trough the field. Down on hill and up another then back down. It darted from side to side and then down into a large hole.

We jumped in after it crawling on our hands and knees over roots and rocks. We hit the bottom of the passage and it opened into a large cave. There to the disbelief of our own eyes we saw it. Hundreds and hundreds of fuzzy pink saber tooth jackrabbits dancing and singing old Elvis songs. They held hands as they moved around in what can only be described as some kind of mating ritual. We watched till my friend knocked over a picture of Pena Coladas that they had been drinking. They turned and advanced on us. We turned to run but out of nowhere this huge green bear jumped at us.

~ Shooter jumps up acting out the part of the bear, as he does his foot slides to the inside of the stool. He jumps and the stool goes flying which sends Shooter to the floor. He rubs his head and looks back up at the man. ~

Shooter: Hell Yeah I can beat GYON! What you think I step in the ring to lose? DUH!

~ The man and the others in the pub look at Shooter who is still getting up off the floor. Shooter opens his coat and puts his hand in his inside pocket and finds a can of Orange Crush. A big smile comes across his face as he pops the top and sits down. ~

Shooter: So have I ever told you about my trip to South Dakota to find the ever-elusive saber tooth jackrabbit?

~ FADE TO BLACK ~

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