Post by Teo del Sol on Aug 21, 2016 11:29:59 GMT -6
This was it.
That one crystallizing moment.
That instant, that second when a man realizes that despite his best efforts.
Despite his desires.
His principles…
That he has to make a choice.
That one way or another, he would have to walk away.
To carry with him the rest of his life what was left behind.
Stronger men have failed such tests.
Have crumbled at the prospect.
Have fallen apart at the very seams when forced into such a junction.
Yes, this was what separated the weak from the strong.
The successful from the poor.
The Dave Coulier’s from the Olsen Twins.
The Full Houses from the Fuller House.
The Uncle Jesse’s from-
This! This was the type of decision that broke men, that left them speechless.
That would rip and tear at their insides, like a hedgehog stuffed inside of a pita.
Like a candy apple that had accidentally been dipped in glass.
Like one of those things that you get out of the gumball machines, the sticky hands that always get stuck on the ceiling for a week, and-
Yes, there was no two ways about it, no going back, no turning around and walking away.
This was his moment.
His chance.
His glorious opportunity.
His moment of victory!
His…waterloo.
Wait, was that a victory?
No! This was his chance to prove once and for all that he had what it took.
To be victorious!
To become something great!
To rise above the petty mediocrity of legendary status and ascend into Icon!
Then somehow ascend back into legend!
Then stop for brunch.
Then into history!
This decision, this turning point was one of the most important moments of his life!
Since he was a little boy, he had dreamed of a moment like this.
When he was pushed down the slide and found that candybar in the sand.
When he climbed under the stove and got trapped for 3 hours with the dog licking his feet.
When he had asked Santa for that Red Ryder B-B Gun-
Wait, that was Christmas Story.
He really should watch that again.
No! Focus! This was the most important moment he would likely ever encounter, the chance to carve an identity for himself into the pages of history!
To right the wrongs of his past, to redeem himself for each and every crime!
Every parking ticket!
Every Jaywalking offense!
Every Pie Stolen from a Windowsill!
Admittedly he hadn’t had the chance to do that last one, but come on, who would pass up a free pie?
But yes, this decision, this moment was the crystallizing factor, the one defining instant that would be celebrated throughout time immemorial and into the new millennia!
When the future generations huddled in caves around the glowing light of a macintosh computer, they would think back on this moment and praise his ingenuity.
His decisiveness.
His hair!
He really did have good hair.
Not to brag of course, but seriously. Glorious.
(No I won’t give in, I won’t give in)
Yes, this monumental moment, this indescribably important opportunity, this LEGENDARY limerick.
Too much alliteration.
This was his victory.
This was to be his world championship.
His trophy.
His gold foil wrapped chocolate medal!
The Olympic medals are chocolate, right?
They totally should be. Imagine if they got up on the podium and the bronze medallist just had a big brown ring around his mouth, looking up at the lights innocently.
That would be me, really.
I’ve always had a weakness for the stuff.
But the point remains that there was a decision to be made!
Yes, decisiveness was called for!
Intelligence, but also an emotional attachment.
One cannot leave behind an option without first weighing the moral ramifications.
God knows that snap decisions are the impetus for chaos.
For Anarchy.
For Musicals based on the life Oprah!
He would not let that happen!
No matter how many Tony’s it would win.
Now was the time!
Now was the moment!
Finally, the choice was his!
No more stalling!
No more stonewalling!
No more killing for time!
No more Fillibustering!
No more Grandstanding!
No more Bandstanding!
No more Ghostbuster Movies!
No more Caterwauling!
No time for a summer friend!
No time for the love you send!
War! What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing!
This was the time for decisive action!!
Teddy Sol: I will take….That one!
The ice cream vendor looked up from the case of chilled confections with a rather impatient look. The young man with the red glasses had been standing there for 20 minutes.
Vendor: Alright, one minute.
It was at this time that Teddy Sol noticed his cell phone was going off. He reached into his pocket and gleefully accepted the call from his tag team partner, Andre Jenson.
Teddy Sol: You’ve got Teddy, what’s shakin’ bacon?
Andre Jenson: You weren’t there for our weekly strategy session this morning.
Teddy Sol: Was that today? I’m sorry, I had urgent business to take care of. Two scoops please.
Andre Jenson: Fine, fine. Just make sure you don’t forget next time, the doctors said that your concussion could have had an effect on your memory.
Teddy Sol: On my what?
Andre Jenson: On your memory.
Teddy Sol: On my what?
Andre Jenson: Your memory.
Teddy Sol: Just kidding. That reminds me, who am I facing this week?
Andre Jenson: Shadowlove and Erin Fausse.
Teddy Sol: Good. Good…Never heard of them.
Andre Jenson: Just don’t rack up any more hospital bills.
Teddy Sol: I make no promises.
Sol hung up the phone and tucked it back in his pocket, Andre worried too much. The doctors had told him that his concussion might have had some effect on his memory and/or cognitive ability, but that was ridiculous. He was the same lovable wrestler that he had always been. Decisive and focused.
Ice Cream Vendor: Do you want any toppings?
…
…
This was it.
That one crystallizing moment.
That instant, that second when a man realizes that despite his best efforts...
Ice Cream Vendor: I hate Sundays.
(OOC Note: Teo has the flu! This means that before he goes to work [yes, really] that he threw together some nonsense. I hope that you enjoyed!
)
That one crystallizing moment.
That instant, that second when a man realizes that despite his best efforts.
Despite his desires.
His principles…
That he has to make a choice.
That one way or another, he would have to walk away.
To carry with him the rest of his life what was left behind.
Stronger men have failed such tests.
Have crumbled at the prospect.
Have fallen apart at the very seams when forced into such a junction.
Yes, this was what separated the weak from the strong.
The successful from the poor.
The Dave Coulier’s from the Olsen Twins.
The Full Houses from the Fuller House.
The Uncle Jesse’s from-
This! This was the type of decision that broke men, that left them speechless.
That would rip and tear at their insides, like a hedgehog stuffed inside of a pita.
Like a candy apple that had accidentally been dipped in glass.
Like one of those things that you get out of the gumball machines, the sticky hands that always get stuck on the ceiling for a week, and-
Yes, there was no two ways about it, no going back, no turning around and walking away.
This was his moment.
His chance.
His glorious opportunity.
His moment of victory!
His…waterloo.
Wait, was that a victory?
No! This was his chance to prove once and for all that he had what it took.
To be victorious!
To become something great!
To rise above the petty mediocrity of legendary status and ascend into Icon!
Then somehow ascend back into legend!
Then stop for brunch.
Then into history!
This decision, this turning point was one of the most important moments of his life!
Since he was a little boy, he had dreamed of a moment like this.
When he was pushed down the slide and found that candybar in the sand.
When he climbed under the stove and got trapped for 3 hours with the dog licking his feet.
When he had asked Santa for that Red Ryder B-B Gun-
Wait, that was Christmas Story.
He really should watch that again.
No! Focus! This was the most important moment he would likely ever encounter, the chance to carve an identity for himself into the pages of history!
To right the wrongs of his past, to redeem himself for each and every crime!
Every parking ticket!
Every Jaywalking offense!
Every Pie Stolen from a Windowsill!
Admittedly he hadn’t had the chance to do that last one, but come on, who would pass up a free pie?
But yes, this decision, this moment was the crystallizing factor, the one defining instant that would be celebrated throughout time immemorial and into the new millennia!
When the future generations huddled in caves around the glowing light of a macintosh computer, they would think back on this moment and praise his ingenuity.
His decisiveness.
His hair!
He really did have good hair.
Not to brag of course, but seriously. Glorious.
(No I won’t give in, I won’t give in)
Yes, this monumental moment, this indescribably important opportunity, this LEGENDARY limerick.
Too much alliteration.
This was his victory.
This was to be his world championship.
His trophy.
His gold foil wrapped chocolate medal!
The Olympic medals are chocolate, right?
They totally should be. Imagine if they got up on the podium and the bronze medallist just had a big brown ring around his mouth, looking up at the lights innocently.
That would be me, really.
I’ve always had a weakness for the stuff.
But the point remains that there was a decision to be made!
Yes, decisiveness was called for!
Intelligence, but also an emotional attachment.
One cannot leave behind an option without first weighing the moral ramifications.
God knows that snap decisions are the impetus for chaos.
For Anarchy.
For Musicals based on the life Oprah!
He would not let that happen!
No matter how many Tony’s it would win.
Now was the time!
Now was the moment!
Finally, the choice was his!
No more stalling!
No more stonewalling!
No more killing for time!
No more Fillibustering!
No more Grandstanding!
No more Bandstanding!
No more Ghostbuster Movies!
No more Caterwauling!
No time for a summer friend!
No time for the love you send!
War! What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing!
This was the time for decisive action!!
Teddy Sol: I will take….That one!
The ice cream vendor looked up from the case of chilled confections with a rather impatient look. The young man with the red glasses had been standing there for 20 minutes.
Vendor: Alright, one minute.
It was at this time that Teddy Sol noticed his cell phone was going off. He reached into his pocket and gleefully accepted the call from his tag team partner, Andre Jenson.
Teddy Sol: You’ve got Teddy, what’s shakin’ bacon?
Andre Jenson: You weren’t there for our weekly strategy session this morning.
Teddy Sol: Was that today? I’m sorry, I had urgent business to take care of. Two scoops please.
Andre Jenson: Fine, fine. Just make sure you don’t forget next time, the doctors said that your concussion could have had an effect on your memory.
Teddy Sol: On my what?
Andre Jenson: On your memory.
Teddy Sol: On my what?
Andre Jenson: Your memory.
Teddy Sol: Just kidding. That reminds me, who am I facing this week?
Andre Jenson: Shadowlove and Erin Fausse.
Teddy Sol: Good. Good…Never heard of them.
Andre Jenson: Just don’t rack up any more hospital bills.
Teddy Sol: I make no promises.
Sol hung up the phone and tucked it back in his pocket, Andre worried too much. The doctors had told him that his concussion might have had some effect on his memory and/or cognitive ability, but that was ridiculous. He was the same lovable wrestler that he had always been. Decisive and focused.
Ice Cream Vendor: Do you want any toppings?
…
…
This was it.
That one crystallizing moment.
That instant, that second when a man realizes that despite his best efforts...
Ice Cream Vendor: I hate Sundays.
(OOC Note: Teo has the flu! This means that before he goes to work [yes, really] that he threw together some nonsense. I hope that you enjoyed!
)