Post by 'Jazzy' John McCarty on Dec 16, 2018 23:06:39 GMT -5
PRE-RP NOTE: Sorry it's not color-coded.
When we last caught up with 'Jazzy' John McCarty, he had just found out that his friend, the Bartender is moving to South Dakota which is where he got a new job.
If you missed the events leading up for this, here's a quick recap. Bartender worked at House of Blues, House of Blues was burnt down, Bartender had no job, Bartender got new job.
And a loss against James Wolf wasn't doing him any favours. He felt like shit, like he was worthless. He guessed that because he was distracted by everything that's happening, he really didn't put in 100% that night. And because of one half-arsed performance, he's back to where he started - the lower end of the card.
There's only one way he could deal with the kind of sadness.
John: One daiquiri please.
A drink. Yes, he admitted it was kinda sad, but there was no other way. The only way to deal with it was to drink all his worries away.
It's times like these when you need a friend. However, the Bartender was already serving people at a bar in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Fortunately, his newest acquaintance, Bert, had just walked into the bar.
Bert: Old Fashioned please.
He was here for a drink too.
John: Ah, I've seen you've learnt from last time
Bert: Yes indeed.
They both lightly laugh. While this may seem like a friendly happy conversation, if you take a look, it's not at all happy.
For Bert, he was 30-something and still single. His future wasn't looking good. He was the only child, and his parents are a bit upset at him for not continuing the legacy. On top of that, he felt like shit as the Bartender had blamed him for the House of Blues fire. No one really liked him. So this drink was to forget how lonely he felt in the world.
For John, it was the fact that he, once again, was at the bottom of the card. That wasn't good. Also, his only friend, the Bartender, had moved to South Dakota. In addition, he was 35 and still single, parents were ignored and had no siblings.
Bert and John were both sharing a drink called loneliness. But at least they're not drinking it alone.
They were both having a hard time, and the bar is the only place to get over it.
Bert: Bad luck with your match at Slam.
John: I know. Usually, I'm confident. But because the Bartender wasn't by my side, I was lacking, my performance only felt like 50%. It's a shame, really. Especially the fact that I lost to James Wolf of all people.
Bert: That's gotta suck.
John: And now, I'm stuck at the bottom of the card again. That's pretty much the reason why I escaped from the WCF the first two times. But I'm not gonna leave again, because that makes me seem weak and pathetic. This is already my third run in the WCF and I haven't been here for a year. So, I'm just going to have to deal with it.
Bert: Who are you up against for this week?
John: Adam Young.
Bert: Ah. I see.
John: Say... Bert, I never caught your last name.
Bert: Tender. It's a pretty bad last name, used to get called Chicken a lot at school.
John: Chicken Tender. Genius.
For the rest of the night, the duo drank in silence, trying to forget all of their woes.
-----
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."
The worst bit of being at a bar by yourself is the walk back home. As soon as you leave that bar, reality hits you as hard as Jim Thorne with a baseball bat.
He walked down the street, next to the graffiti-ridden wall. His life seemed like it was already over. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to deal with the fact that he would forever be a lonely drink addict, who just happens to be a wrestler. A not very successful wrestler, at that. When was the last time he won a match? Sure, he has been very close many times, but close is not good enough.
And what was he even doing? Walking back to his apartment? There is nothing to do there, except sleep, and he wasn't tired. Even if he did go somewhere else, that would just be a reminder that he was by himself. His closest friend was now Bert, who was just a mere acquaintance.
He got home and put on his favourite Miles Davis record on the player, and lay on the couch. He guessed that he had to accept that his life was a dead end. That he had to accept that he was that old man making love to his tonic and gin.
-----
La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Reporter: Hey John, before we start, I'd like to thank you for joining us today for a podcast interview.
John: Not a problem. Not like I had anything on my schedule anyways.
Reporter: How's life going right now?
John: It's going well, actually. Been out and about.
That was a lie. He really wasn't fine, and the only place he's been in besides his apartment was the bar.
Reporter: Cool cool cool. Look, I'm just gonna ask this question right now. This is your third run in the WCF and you haven't even been here for a year, any reason as to why?
John: Both times, I just grew tired of WCF. I wanted to be a main eventer, the face of WCF, but I always ended up at the lower end of the card, which annoyed me. So both times, I retreated to Arkansas.
Reporter: You're at the lower end of the card again this week, what's going to stop you from leaving again?
John: Well, that's simply because I'm a stronger man. I was weak the past two times. But now, I'm stronger. And I'm reaching for the stars. I am going to be champion. I don't care whether it's World, TV or Hardcore, I don't care if the championship I get is the Tag Championships. Team me up with Estrella Luiz, because apparently we're the power couple according to James Wolf. I know that I am going to get my hands on a title in the near future.
Reporter: Speaking of James Wolf, you fought against him in a losing effort last week. Does this affect you at all?
John: Normally it wouldn't. But this is James Wolf. He's a downright douche. We had a little internet war before the match, so losing to him hit me twice as hard as it should've. But I've gotten over it. I wasn't putting in all my effort. I'll happily accept a rematch for him so he gets the smashing he deserves.
Reporter: So with that shoved off, you're ready for your match against Adam Young this week?
John: I'm not too thrilled about this, because as you said earlier, it's at the bottom of the card, but at least I'm up against a decent opponent. Adam Young, former WCF champion, Most Hated Wrestler and many more achievements. He's a veteran alright. So if he beats me, I won't be too disappointed, but if I win, I prove I'm World Title material. This win would mean a lot to me.
Reporter: Any other comments?
John: Young is fresh off a quick win against some Danny McVay guy, but he really didn't put much effort into it. He didn't need to, because McVay was that bad, but this 'Sick Bastard' is in for one hell of a rude awakening. He might try to go easy on me too, because of my losing streak, but when he least expects it, I'll hit the Ad Lib and the ref will count to 3 as he starts counting stars. So Adam Young better watch out. I am gonna win this one.
Reporter: Thank you for your time.
John: Thank you.
-----
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
After John had finished his podcast interview, he went straight back to his apartment and decided to listen to the 'Hot Rats' album by Frank Zappa.
He once again lay on his couch. It was becoming a daily routine for him. Just thinking time. The interview went surprisingly well, John thought. The reporter didn't bring up the House of Blues fire, or the fact that the Bartender had moved. The fact that he no longer had anyone by ringside to help him. He needed the Bartender back, but there was nothing he could do about it. That's when a marvellous idea had struck him.
He bolted out of his apartment, and slid down the stairs. He easily could have walked, but he was too excited. He ran. He dodged through the crowd in the busy streets of New Orleans, and he sprinted and sometimes even jumped over cars. Eventually, he had found his way to the remains of the House of Blues. He had it all planned out. He would rebuild the House of Blues the way he wanted it, and the Bartender would come back. Not only would he have a better House of Blues, but he would also have his manager, and friend, back. It was a win-win.
Luckily, the plot of land that the House of Blues had previously occupied was for sale, and thanks to his nice salary from working at WCF, he has enough money to buy it. He went to the New Orleans real estate agency to buy it. He once again ran. This was the happiest he had been in a while, he was going to resurrect the House of Blues!
He ran into the agency and immediately saw an agent
John: Could I buy the plot of land where the House of Blues used to be?
Agent: Sorry, sir. Too late. It was just bought an hour ago.
John: Oh...
Agent: I'm really sorry. You just missed out.
John: No, that's okay. Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault.
And with that depressing note, he left the real estate agency and began his long, gloomy and torturous walk back home.
-----
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
John: And that's why I'm at the bar.
We find John and Bert, both with a gin and tonic in hand.
Bert: That must hurt. Who bought it?
John: Some MMA club in Philadelphia. Can't remember their name, it was something like PFC, Philadelphia Fight Club... And they decided to expand to New Orleans.
Bert: Can't you just build the House of Blues somewhere else?
John: No. It's like if your home got burnt down, would you build it somewhere else?
Bert: But the House of Blues--
John: It was like a home for me. And now it's gone. With no way of ever getting it back.
They both took a long sip of their drink, as they stared at the bar.
John: Well at least we're not the only ones at this bar not enjoying themselves.
Bert looked around.
Bert: What do you mean? It looks like everyone's doing fine.
John turned around and discreetly pointed to a guy sitting at a table by himself.
John: He may be smiling, but underneath that smile is sadness. It's his 40th Birthday, but no one is there to celebrate. His parents are ill, his only brother just died in a shock car accident and he just broke up with his girlfriend.
John then pointed to another guy.
John: He may look like he's enjoying himself, but he just got divorced and lost everything. His wife, his children, his home. And now he's addicted to drugs and alcohol. Because of that, he also lost his job.
John then pointed to a girl at a nearby table.
John: Look at her, wearing the red dress. What do you think she's doing here?
Bert: She looks like she's going on a date.
John: Well, she isn't. When she was 22, her future looked bright. Now she's 30, and she goes out every night. All she wants is a boyfriend, but she only gets one night stands. And she's got a decent job, but it's not a career. It brings her to tears whenever she thinks about it. It's kinda cruel how society says her life is already over. But there's nothing to do and nothing to say. Until her dream man comes along, picks her up and puts her over her shoulder. But that's quite unlikely in this day and age.
John then points to two guys sitting over there at another table.
John: See those guys? They're about to die, and they're here at this bar to forget all about that. The guy on the left just got diagnosed with heart disease and has been told that this Christmas will be his last. That guy on the right? He's spent the last 20 years in the Navy and has been diagnosed with ALS. He's going to pass away very soon.
Bert: Oh.
John: The bar is a place where people escape their misery.
Bert and John then sipped theirtonic and gin gin and tonic in silence, until a man in a suit walked in.
Bert: He's new.
John: Haven't seen him around before...
The man in the suit sat down 2 seats away from John and made a comment to the bartender. John decided to eavesdrop into the conversation.
Man: Let's hope the bars in New Orleans are as good as the ones in Philly.
Different bartender: Philly? What brings you down to New Orleans?
Man: I just bought a plot of land to build a MMA gym. Our company is expanding to New Orleans!
-----
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
John turned his head to Bert
John: Did you hear that?
Bert: What?
John: That man is the man who bought that plot of land.
Bert: Oh
John: Okay, I'll deal with this.
Bert: John, don't make a scene.
John gets up from his chair and heads over to the man, who just got a Negroni.
John: Excuse me.
Man: Yes?
John: What's your name?
Man: Jeremy Rebuschatis.
John: Is it true that you bought that plot of land where the House of Blues used to be?
Jeremy: Yes, that's true.
John: Okay, how much can I buy it for?
Jeremy: Not for sale.
John: $100k?
Jeremy: Not for sale.
John: Half a million dollars?
Jeremy: Not for sale.
John: A full million dollars!
Jeremy: Still not for sale. Why do you want this so bad anyways?
John: The place that used to be there, House of Blues, was a place where I could get away. I loved that place. I just want it back.
Mr. Rebuschatis thought for a moment before giving a simple reply.
Jeremy: Not for sale.
John: Surely there is something I could do...
Jeremy: Hmm... There's one thing you could do. A spot just opened up for our annual New Year Iron Man Tournament. At the beginning of the year, an 8-man tournament is held in one day. If you win that tournament, you can build your precious 'House of Blues'. If you don't win, well... You get beaten up by one of our elite MMA fighters.
John: Deal.
John didn't need much time to think about it. He just wanted the House of Blues back.
All he needed to do was learn enough MMA skills to win an 8-man tournament against 7 other professionals. Surely it isn't that hard.
-----
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright
When we last caught up with 'Jazzy' John McCarty, he had just found out that his friend, the Bartender is moving to South Dakota which is where he got a new job.
If you missed the events leading up for this, here's a quick recap. Bartender worked at House of Blues, House of Blues was burnt down, Bartender had no job, Bartender got new job.
And a loss against James Wolf wasn't doing him any favours. He felt like shit, like he was worthless. He guessed that because he was distracted by everything that's happening, he really didn't put in 100% that night. And because of one half-arsed performance, he's back to where he started - the lower end of the card.
There's only one way he could deal with the kind of sadness.
John: One daiquiri please.
A drink. Yes, he admitted it was kinda sad, but there was no other way. The only way to deal with it was to drink all his worries away.
It's times like these when you need a friend. However, the Bartender was already serving people at a bar in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Fortunately, his newest acquaintance, Bert, had just walked into the bar.
Bert: Old Fashioned please.
He was here for a drink too.
John: Ah, I've seen you've learnt from last time
Bert: Yes indeed.
They both lightly laugh. While this may seem like a friendly happy conversation, if you take a look, it's not at all happy.
For Bert, he was 30-something and still single. His future wasn't looking good. He was the only child, and his parents are a bit upset at him for not continuing the legacy. On top of that, he felt like shit as the Bartender had blamed him for the House of Blues fire. No one really liked him. So this drink was to forget how lonely he felt in the world.
For John, it was the fact that he, once again, was at the bottom of the card. That wasn't good. Also, his only friend, the Bartender, had moved to South Dakota. In addition, he was 35 and still single, parents were ignored and had no siblings.
Bert and John were both sharing a drink called loneliness. But at least they're not drinking it alone.
They were both having a hard time, and the bar is the only place to get over it.
Bert: Bad luck with your match at Slam.
John: I know. Usually, I'm confident. But because the Bartender wasn't by my side, I was lacking, my performance only felt like 50%. It's a shame, really. Especially the fact that I lost to James Wolf of all people.
Bert: That's gotta suck.
John: And now, I'm stuck at the bottom of the card again. That's pretty much the reason why I escaped from the WCF the first two times. But I'm not gonna leave again, because that makes me seem weak and pathetic. This is already my third run in the WCF and I haven't been here for a year. So, I'm just going to have to deal with it.
Bert: Who are you up against for this week?
John: Adam Young.
Bert: Ah. I see.
John: Say... Bert, I never caught your last name.
Bert: Tender. It's a pretty bad last name, used to get called Chicken a lot at school.
John: Chicken Tender. Genius.
For the rest of the night, the duo drank in silence, trying to forget all of their woes.
-----
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."
The worst bit of being at a bar by yourself is the walk back home. As soon as you leave that bar, reality hits you as hard as Jim Thorne with a baseball bat.
He walked down the street, next to the graffiti-ridden wall. His life seemed like it was already over. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to deal with the fact that he would forever be a lonely drink addict, who just happens to be a wrestler. A not very successful wrestler, at that. When was the last time he won a match? Sure, he has been very close many times, but close is not good enough.
And what was he even doing? Walking back to his apartment? There is nothing to do there, except sleep, and he wasn't tired. Even if he did go somewhere else, that would just be a reminder that he was by himself. His closest friend was now Bert, who was just a mere acquaintance.
He got home and put on his favourite Miles Davis record on the player, and lay on the couch. He guessed that he had to accept that his life was a dead end. That he had to accept that he was that old man making love to his tonic and gin.
-----
La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Reporter: Hey John, before we start, I'd like to thank you for joining us today for a podcast interview.
John: Not a problem. Not like I had anything on my schedule anyways.
Reporter: How's life going right now?
John: It's going well, actually. Been out and about.
That was a lie. He really wasn't fine, and the only place he's been in besides his apartment was the bar.
Reporter: Cool cool cool. Look, I'm just gonna ask this question right now. This is your third run in the WCF and you haven't even been here for a year, any reason as to why?
John: Both times, I just grew tired of WCF. I wanted to be a main eventer, the face of WCF, but I always ended up at the lower end of the card, which annoyed me. So both times, I retreated to Arkansas.
Reporter: You're at the lower end of the card again this week, what's going to stop you from leaving again?
John: Well, that's simply because I'm a stronger man. I was weak the past two times. But now, I'm stronger. And I'm reaching for the stars. I am going to be champion. I don't care whether it's World, TV or Hardcore, I don't care if the championship I get is the Tag Championships. Team me up with Estrella Luiz, because apparently we're the power couple according to James Wolf. I know that I am going to get my hands on a title in the near future.
Reporter: Speaking of James Wolf, you fought against him in a losing effort last week. Does this affect you at all?
John: Normally it wouldn't. But this is James Wolf. He's a downright douche. We had a little internet war before the match, so losing to him hit me twice as hard as it should've. But I've gotten over it. I wasn't putting in all my effort. I'll happily accept a rematch for him so he gets the smashing he deserves.
Reporter: So with that shoved off, you're ready for your match against Adam Young this week?
John: I'm not too thrilled about this, because as you said earlier, it's at the bottom of the card, but at least I'm up against a decent opponent. Adam Young, former WCF champion, Most Hated Wrestler and many more achievements. He's a veteran alright. So if he beats me, I won't be too disappointed, but if I win, I prove I'm World Title material. This win would mean a lot to me.
Reporter: Any other comments?
John: Young is fresh off a quick win against some Danny McVay guy, but he really didn't put much effort into it. He didn't need to, because McVay was that bad, but this 'Sick Bastard' is in for one hell of a rude awakening. He might try to go easy on me too, because of my losing streak, but when he least expects it, I'll hit the Ad Lib and the ref will count to 3 as he starts counting stars. So Adam Young better watch out. I am gonna win this one.
Reporter: Thank you for your time.
John: Thank you.
-----
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
After John had finished his podcast interview, he went straight back to his apartment and decided to listen to the 'Hot Rats' album by Frank Zappa.
He once again lay on his couch. It was becoming a daily routine for him. Just thinking time. The interview went surprisingly well, John thought. The reporter didn't bring up the House of Blues fire, or the fact that the Bartender had moved. The fact that he no longer had anyone by ringside to help him. He needed the Bartender back, but there was nothing he could do about it. That's when a marvellous idea had struck him.
He bolted out of his apartment, and slid down the stairs. He easily could have walked, but he was too excited. He ran. He dodged through the crowd in the busy streets of New Orleans, and he sprinted and sometimes even jumped over cars. Eventually, he had found his way to the remains of the House of Blues. He had it all planned out. He would rebuild the House of Blues the way he wanted it, and the Bartender would come back. Not only would he have a better House of Blues, but he would also have his manager, and friend, back. It was a win-win.
Luckily, the plot of land that the House of Blues had previously occupied was for sale, and thanks to his nice salary from working at WCF, he has enough money to buy it. He went to the New Orleans real estate agency to buy it. He once again ran. This was the happiest he had been in a while, he was going to resurrect the House of Blues!
He ran into the agency and immediately saw an agent
John: Could I buy the plot of land where the House of Blues used to be?
Agent: Sorry, sir. Too late. It was just bought an hour ago.
John: Oh...
Agent: I'm really sorry. You just missed out.
John: No, that's okay. Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault.
And with that depressing note, he left the real estate agency and began his long, gloomy and torturous walk back home.
-----
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
John: And that's why I'm at the bar.
We find John and Bert, both with a gin and tonic in hand.
Bert: That must hurt. Who bought it?
John: Some MMA club in Philadelphia. Can't remember their name, it was something like PFC, Philadelphia Fight Club... And they decided to expand to New Orleans.
Bert: Can't you just build the House of Blues somewhere else?
John: No. It's like if your home got burnt down, would you build it somewhere else?
Bert: But the House of Blues--
John: It was like a home for me. And now it's gone. With no way of ever getting it back.
They both took a long sip of their drink, as they stared at the bar.
John: Well at least we're not the only ones at this bar not enjoying themselves.
Bert looked around.
Bert: What do you mean? It looks like everyone's doing fine.
John turned around and discreetly pointed to a guy sitting at a table by himself.
John: He may be smiling, but underneath that smile is sadness. It's his 40th Birthday, but no one is there to celebrate. His parents are ill, his only brother just died in a shock car accident and he just broke up with his girlfriend.
John then pointed to another guy.
John: He may look like he's enjoying himself, but he just got divorced and lost everything. His wife, his children, his home. And now he's addicted to drugs and alcohol. Because of that, he also lost his job.
John then pointed to a girl at a nearby table.
John: Look at her, wearing the red dress. What do you think she's doing here?
Bert: She looks like she's going on a date.
John: Well, she isn't. When she was 22, her future looked bright. Now she's 30, and she goes out every night. All she wants is a boyfriend, but she only gets one night stands. And she's got a decent job, but it's not a career. It brings her to tears whenever she thinks about it. It's kinda cruel how society says her life is already over. But there's nothing to do and nothing to say. Until her dream man comes along, picks her up and puts her over her shoulder. But that's quite unlikely in this day and age.
John then points to two guys sitting over there at another table.
John: See those guys? They're about to die, and they're here at this bar to forget all about that. The guy on the left just got diagnosed with heart disease and has been told that this Christmas will be his last. That guy on the right? He's spent the last 20 years in the Navy and has been diagnosed with ALS. He's going to pass away very soon.
Bert: Oh.
John: The bar is a place where people escape their misery.
Bert and John then sipped their
Bert: He's new.
John: Haven't seen him around before...
The man in the suit sat down 2 seats away from John and made a comment to the bartender. John decided to eavesdrop into the conversation.
Man: Let's hope the bars in New Orleans are as good as the ones in Philly.
Different bartender: Philly? What brings you down to New Orleans?
Man: I just bought a plot of land to build a MMA gym. Our company is expanding to New Orleans!
-----
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
John turned his head to Bert
John: Did you hear that?
Bert: What?
John: That man is the man who bought that plot of land.
Bert: Oh
John: Okay, I'll deal with this.
Bert: John, don't make a scene.
John gets up from his chair and heads over to the man, who just got a Negroni.
John: Excuse me.
Man: Yes?
John: What's your name?
Man: Jeremy Rebuschatis.
John: Is it true that you bought that plot of land where the House of Blues used to be?
Jeremy: Yes, that's true.
John: Okay, how much can I buy it for?
Jeremy: Not for sale.
John: $100k?
Jeremy: Not for sale.
John: Half a million dollars?
Jeremy: Not for sale.
John: A full million dollars!
Jeremy: Still not for sale. Why do you want this so bad anyways?
John: The place that used to be there, House of Blues, was a place where I could get away. I loved that place. I just want it back.
Mr. Rebuschatis thought for a moment before giving a simple reply.
Jeremy: Not for sale.
John: Surely there is something I could do...
Jeremy: Hmm... There's one thing you could do. A spot just opened up for our annual New Year Iron Man Tournament. At the beginning of the year, an 8-man tournament is held in one day. If you win that tournament, you can build your precious 'House of Blues'. If you don't win, well... You get beaten up by one of our elite MMA fighters.
John: Deal.
John didn't need much time to think about it. He just wanted the House of Blues back.
All he needed to do was learn enough MMA skills to win an 8-man tournament against 7 other professionals. Surely it isn't that hard.
-----
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright
