This thread follows the familiar pattern:
Banger dares to want to compete with the King, the great grand master of all cue sports. How dare he! I will show him the error of his ways.
Said banger is totally broken and humiliated. Most likely he throws his black graphite cue in the trash as he slinks back to his friends, a shadow of the man he once was.
I am the King, no more of the filthy rabble will dare to challenge my reign as the King of all Kue sports.
The only thing missing is that on the way out the King winked at bangers gal and she runs after the King, saying she would no longer be with a lowly banger, she needed a man who knew how to wield his stick.
End of story.
I know, the guy was probably an a$$ and deserved it, but bar pool should be fun (and profitable)!