When Predator shafts first came to my home room, probably around 95 or so, the owner of the pool hall wouldn't stop talking about them. More spin, lower deflection, and on and on about how stiff they were. He got the first predator in my town and was always bragging about the design.
I was playing better than him at this point but one day he got a bar table in the room and thought he could beat me on a small track playing 8 ball. Up until then I played only big table 9 ball, but I was a minor and couldn't go into the bars so he thought he was going to out-move me. Well, we played $10 a game and I went up $90 really quick.
Finally he had a chance to run out. He ran down to the 8 ball and missed it.
Now's a good time to explain that this pool room had those 'artificial ceilings' laying onto a criss-crossed grid of metal dividers.
OK, so he misses the 8 and swings his cue stick straight over his head. The tip of the cue stick catches the artificial ceiling, lifts it up, and the cue continues to swing until the shaft hits the metal. CRACK! I heard something break, but in astonishment the entire cue fell to the floor and the shaft was unharmed! I looked and the owner had just part of the butt in his hand. Apparently the butt broke right at the top of the wrap. But the 314 shaft lived on! I couldn't help it, I looked at him and said "Man, you're right, those shafts are SOLID!"
Of course he didn't mean to hurt his cue, accidents happen. They just happen more when you swing them in anger...