{"sf1_id":130734,"sf2_id":"pnG4xqK1","title":"The Best","author":"Dark Alpha Wolf","words":422,"posted_at":"2010-03-11T00:14:00.000Z","tags":["Betrayal","Music","Poem","Wrestling"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/130734-the-best","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnG4xqK1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/08/21/082195d3-f6ff-4299-9f49-5b7325758f4b","description":"","content":"Well, with what I added under the title, it's half self-explanatory. But suffice it to say that I finally got my hands on some theme music that I'd been wanting for a long time and it took me about 25 minutes to write it up on paper...and then I put it on a digital copy in under 10, so that's awesome, and now YOU can read it, lol!\n\nSo yeah, ENJOY!!!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Best(inspired by Bret \"The Hitman\"\u0026nbsp; Hart, his theme song, and his catchphrase \"The best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be\"......well, and also the infamous Montreal Screwjob, if you know anything about pro wrestling history)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n(3/10/10)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI walk out on stage as my music blares,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nletting my adrenaline flow free as the crowd\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\ncheers. Those electric cries from the guitar\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\naccompany the flashing lights and my attire\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\njingles with all my metallic adornments and\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nadditions. I feel a sense of security behind these\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\npink-tinted glasses, and as I walk past those\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nfans of mine, they call out my name in excited\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nsplendor. I smile and give high-fives, the fan-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nfavorite in all of this, soaking up all this positive\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nenergy as the music pumps on and on and\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\non. I am the best there is, the best\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nthere was, and the best there ever will be,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nand there isn't a thing that can stop\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nme. The music fades, the match starts,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nand I feel so alive, going head-to-head\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nwith a worthy opponent, giving it all I've\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\ngot. The pain I feel as I go down is nothing,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nbecause I know, way way deep down that\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm going to pull this thing out of the proverbial\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nbag. I get back up and haul off on my opponent,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nfeeling higher and higher on the pedestal\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nwith each and every single shot I throw at\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nhim. This is it, here it comes, finisher time;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nlocked in, and in my mind he's tapping out,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nscreaming for me to stop and me picking up the\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\ntitle. Hold on, he reversed it! and now I've\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\ngot to hold on with every bit of strength\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat I can muster as I _will not tap_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_out_. But the bell is ringing...it's ringing...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nthey're giving him the title...it's not true...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nit's not true...I'm the best...I'm...I'm...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nscrewed...\n\n  \n  \n\n"}