So it was pretty obvious that while visiting Memphis we would be surrounded by memories, and paraphernalia of "The King". And he was present anywhere and everywhere.
Including this restaurant, which did have very good food, yet he was not the most admirable Elvis. He seemed bored, and bothered by his job a little. But nether the less, passerbys continued to stop point and take pictures of the man.
Then there was a new contestant to be the king. Yup Mark The Shark. It was not the first time he stepped to the plate to out show ones strength. He was on fire, looking good folks, ready to out beat the last. 925 was the high, and he was making quick progress. Soon we knew he had a chance for the Title.
And the prize if he could pull off this victory was the woman of his choice. So he chose the whole Memphis Grizzlies Dance team. With this kind of backup support he knew he couldnt lose. A few swift swings later, and BAM 936 a high for the night. He could hear the crowd cheer, his arms were up in the air in excitement. And danced with every female he passed, jukin his way through the crowd. As long as his number would last another hour, the ladies would be all his. All he could do is sit and wait for the next contestent to be shone away by such a tough score to beat.
Without warning stepped up one of the BMF's.... You know. Big Motha.. you could figure out the rest. He wasn't expecting this move. Taking a step back, his fingers was anxiously tapping the table. Biting his lip the BMF took his stance, and practiced his swing. BAM. The numbers went flying up.... and landed just a few under Marks score. Mark was still the king. Until he came back about 2 minutes later, and conquered his score with a high of 945.
The Shark was determinded to get his ladies back with his incredible strength. Yet he could do nothing to muster up enough of it to take out such a BMF. And decided to call it quits before his arm fell off.
As his manager and promoter, not only was I dissappointed, I was pissed and had to show him what was up. And this is wassup up. Now what.
The life of a boxing machine heavy weight ex-champ...If only he could have been THE KING.
FIN...
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