A Different Bar
Dec 9, 2018 7:36:15 GMT -5
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Post by 'Jazzy' John McCarty on Dec 9, 2018 7:36:15 GMT -5
The Saturday Before Payback...
John McCarty and the Bartender looked on in shock.
For John, it was a place where he could get away from the world. It was his home away from home. He loved this place with all his heart.
For the Bartender, it was the place where he worked and met many intriguing customers, John being one of them. He loved this place with all his heart.
And now it was a pile of ashes on the ground. The House of Blues was gone. Bert, the man who was taking care of the bar at the time, was also looking over the remains of the bar. Bert had caught the Bartender's eye.
Bartender: Bert, come over here!
Bert slowly walked over to the Bartender, knowing that he had fucked up.
Bartender: What the fuck?
Bert: I'm sorry, I tried to tell you--
Bartender: I don't care if you tried to tell me! It shouldn't be burnt down in the first place!
Bert: I'm sorry! Those dru--
Bartender: Shut up! I'm done!
And with that, the Bartender stormed off.
John chased after the Bartender, but he quickly got in his car and drove off, leaving John behind.
John left as firefighters extinguished the last few flames, knowing he'd have to finish this night sober.
-----
The Sunday Before Payback...
It had been an interesting week for John. First, the Bartender had arrived at Morrow, which was the place he had been hiding for a month. Second, he was booked for a TV title a mere day after his return. And finally, the House of Blues had burnt down. A quite miserable way to end the week, he thought. So he decided to drink away his sadness at a different bar.
Different Bartender: Hello, welcome to a different bar, how may I help you?
John: Two shots of tequila please.
Soon afterwards, Bert arrives at the bar. He takes his seat next to John. After Bert acknowledges him, Jazzy tries to start a conversation.
John: You're that guy from the wreckage, aren't you?
Bert: Yep. You're John aren't you?
John: Yes, the one and only! And you are?
Bert: Bert.
John: Well, nice to meet you Bert.
As the different bartender gave John two shots of tequila, Bert had a request of his own.
Bert: A vodka soda please.
John: Really? A vodka soda? Excuse me, get him a Moscow Mule please.
The different bartender started on the Moscow Mule as John had his first shot of tequila.
Bert: What was that?
John: Moscow Mule, 50mL of vodka...
Bert: No, the fact that you changed my order!
John: Oh, that. Well, vodka sodas are childish, and you need to grow up. I refuse to let a 37-year-old order a vodka soda in front of me.
Bert: How did you know that I'm 37?
John: I have my ways.
There was silence as Bert sipped his Moscow Mule and John had his second tequila shot. He then requests a Moscow Mule for himself.
John: So what brings you to this bar?
Bert: The Bartender is still angry at me, and I just wanna forget about it for now.
John: Why is he angry at you for?
Bert: He's blaming me for the fire, because I was taking care of the bar, but really it was a couple of drunk guys who got angry that I raised the prices of the drinks.
John: Ugh. Why'd you do that?
Bert: They got in a fight, so I needed to prevent anymore from happening. So, ironically, I'm in trouble from protecting the bar.
John: That's gotta suck.
Bert: Yeah. Well, what brings you to the bar?
John: Ah, it's just a daily routine for me. Plus, I still haven't seen the Bartender around since the fire, so I'm kinda drinking away my sorrows.
They both then drink their Moscow Mules.
Bert: Payback's tomorrow night, isn't it?
John: Yep. Match against Teo Blaze. Title and stones on the line.
Bert: Good luck.
Bert then raises his glass and stares at John, who then raises his glass.
Bert and John: Cheers.
*clink*
-----
After Payback...
John: Pick up... Pick up...
Bartender <over phone>: What is it John?
John: Hey, where you been?
Bartender <over phone>: Places. What do you want?
John: Whoa! Why are you so aggressive?
Bartender <over phone>: House of Blues was my life, John. And now that it's burnt down...
John: I see, I see...
Bartender <over phone>: What are you up to anyways?
John: Well I'm literally about to fly to Newark for Slam, big match against James Wolf. You got any big news?
Flight Attendant: Sir, may I please request that you turn your phone off right now.
Bartender <over phone>: Well... I'm moving to South Dakota. I got a job there.
Flight Attendant: Please turn your phone off now, sir.
John: Okay... Got to go now.
John hung up and turned his phone off.
Flight Attendant: Thank you, sir.
John: Sorry about that.
Flight Attendant: No problem.
John was in shock. He had just gotten back and the Bartender was moving! To South Dakota of all places! It was almost certain that they would never see each other again. But he really needed to focus on his match this week.
John zoned out as the flight attendant explained safety and stuff, yada yada yada.
John: Well, I'm in the upper midcard again, and if I'm being honest, I am delighted! Surely it's no main event, but I'm certainly a lot higher on the card than what I was, constantly opening shows. I love it! But I know that soon, I'll get sick of it and thirst for that main event spot, but right now, I'll just appreciate my spot on the card.
Payback was really good, one of the best matches I'd had in a while. I respect Teo Blaze, he just won that one. He is a very skilled man. I look forward to the next time I go face-to-face with him. However, I'm still pissed that I didn't get those stones or that title. That really would've been great.
But this Monday I've got a match against James Wolf. He sucks. I hate him. I have no respect for him whatsoever. He is a certified asshat that tries to wrestle. He tries to shove himself into the main event even though he's not skilled enough. He tries to act like the boss on the internet. He tries not to act scared against other people like Blue and Rabid. And when in doubt, he seems to grab two people and make them into a power couple. Weird, right? In fact, I was a victim of this, I just got shipped with that Estrella Luiz girl! Not that I would pass...
John: ...but back to Wolf. Inside, he's just a pathetic bitch. He wants to be tough, but he's not. He wants to be superior, but he's not. He wants to be in the spotlight, the main event, he wants to be boss, but he's not skilled enough. Even if he was, he'd bore everyone to death. James Wolf thinks he can beat me, but he knows, I know, everyone knows, that no matter how hard he tries, there is no way he can overcome me.
And with that final thought, the plane took off, next stop - Newark.
John McCarty and the Bartender looked on in shock.
For John, it was a place where he could get away from the world. It was his home away from home. He loved this place with all his heart.
For the Bartender, it was the place where he worked and met many intriguing customers, John being one of them. He loved this place with all his heart.
And now it was a pile of ashes on the ground. The House of Blues was gone. Bert, the man who was taking care of the bar at the time, was also looking over the remains of the bar. Bert had caught the Bartender's eye.
Bartender: Bert, come over here!
Bert slowly walked over to the Bartender, knowing that he had fucked up.
Bartender: What the fuck?
Bert: I'm sorry, I tried to tell you--
Bartender: I don't care if you tried to tell me! It shouldn't be burnt down in the first place!
Bert: I'm sorry! Those dru--
Bartender: Shut up! I'm done!
And with that, the Bartender stormed off.
John chased after the Bartender, but he quickly got in his car and drove off, leaving John behind.
John left as firefighters extinguished the last few flames, knowing he'd have to finish this night sober.
-----
The Sunday Before Payback...
It had been an interesting week for John. First, the Bartender had arrived at Morrow, which was the place he had been hiding for a month. Second, he was booked for a TV title a mere day after his return. And finally, the House of Blues had burnt down. A quite miserable way to end the week, he thought. So he decided to drink away his sadness at a different bar.
Different Bartender: Hello, welcome to a different bar, how may I help you?
John: Two shots of tequila please.
Soon afterwards, Bert arrives at the bar. He takes his seat next to John. After Bert acknowledges him, Jazzy tries to start a conversation.
John: You're that guy from the wreckage, aren't you?
Bert: Yep. You're John aren't you?
John: Yes, the one and only! And you are?
Bert: Bert.
John: Well, nice to meet you Bert.
As the different bartender gave John two shots of tequila, Bert had a request of his own.
Bert: A vodka soda please.
John: Really? A vodka soda? Excuse me, get him a Moscow Mule please.
The different bartender started on the Moscow Mule as John had his first shot of tequila.
Bert: What was that?
John: Moscow Mule, 50mL of vodka...
Bert: No, the fact that you changed my order!
John: Oh, that. Well, vodka sodas are childish, and you need to grow up. I refuse to let a 37-year-old order a vodka soda in front of me.
Bert: How did you know that I'm 37?
John: I have my ways.
There was silence as Bert sipped his Moscow Mule and John had his second tequila shot. He then requests a Moscow Mule for himself.
John: So what brings you to this bar?
Bert: The Bartender is still angry at me, and I just wanna forget about it for now.
John: Why is he angry at you for?
Bert: He's blaming me for the fire, because I was taking care of the bar, but really it was a couple of drunk guys who got angry that I raised the prices of the drinks.
John: Ugh. Why'd you do that?
Bert: They got in a fight, so I needed to prevent anymore from happening. So, ironically, I'm in trouble from protecting the bar.
John: That's gotta suck.
Bert: Yeah. Well, what brings you to the bar?
John: Ah, it's just a daily routine for me. Plus, I still haven't seen the Bartender around since the fire, so I'm kinda drinking away my sorrows.
They both then drink their Moscow Mules.
Bert: Payback's tomorrow night, isn't it?
John: Yep. Match against Teo Blaze. Title and stones on the line.
Bert: Good luck.
Bert then raises his glass and stares at John, who then raises his glass.
Bert and John: Cheers.
*clink*
-----
After Payback...
John: Pick up... Pick up...
Bartender <over phone>: What is it John?
John: Hey, where you been?
Bartender <over phone>: Places. What do you want?
John: Whoa! Why are you so aggressive?
Bartender <over phone>: House of Blues was my life, John. And now that it's burnt down...
John: I see, I see...
Bartender <over phone>: What are you up to anyways?
John: Well I'm literally about to fly to Newark for Slam, big match against James Wolf. You got any big news?
Flight Attendant: Sir, may I please request that you turn your phone off right now.
Bartender <over phone>: Well... I'm moving to South Dakota. I got a job there.
Flight Attendant: Please turn your phone off now, sir.
John: Okay... Got to go now.
John hung up and turned his phone off.
Flight Attendant: Thank you, sir.
John: Sorry about that.
Flight Attendant: No problem.
John was in shock. He had just gotten back and the Bartender was moving! To South Dakota of all places! It was almost certain that they would never see each other again. But he really needed to focus on his match this week.
John zoned out as the flight attendant explained safety and stuff, yada yada yada.
John: Well, I'm in the upper midcard again, and if I'm being honest, I am delighted! Surely it's no main event, but I'm certainly a lot higher on the card than what I was, constantly opening shows. I love it! But I know that soon, I'll get sick of it and thirst for that main event spot, but right now, I'll just appreciate my spot on the card.
Payback was really good, one of the best matches I'd had in a while. I respect Teo Blaze, he just won that one. He is a very skilled man. I look forward to the next time I go face-to-face with him. However, I'm still pissed that I didn't get those stones or that title. That really would've been great.
But this Monday I've got a match against James Wolf. He sucks. I hate him. I have no respect for him whatsoever. He is a certified asshat that tries to wrestle. He tries to shove himself into the main event even though he's not skilled enough. He tries to act like the boss on the internet. He tries not to act scared against other people like Blue and Rabid. And when in doubt, he seems to grab two people and make them into a power couple. Weird, right? In fact, I was a victim of this, I just got shipped with that Estrella Luiz girl! Not that I would pass...
John: ...but back to Wolf. Inside, he's just a pathetic bitch. He wants to be tough, but he's not. He wants to be superior, but he's not. He wants to be in the spotlight, the main event, he wants to be boss, but he's not skilled enough. Even if he was, he'd bore everyone to death. James Wolf thinks he can beat me, but he knows, I know, everyone knows, that no matter how hard he tries, there is no way he can overcome me.
And with that final thought, the plane took off, next stop - Newark.
