Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 22:25:18 GMT -6
“Bloody fuckin shyte”
The sound of Logan Rourke Keegan's voice is the first thing we hear as we are shown him laid up in a hotel room. Logan is dressed in a pair of green shorts and has an ice pack on his head. One of his legs is raised up on a pillow as he's leaned up against the headboard of the bed. Off to the side we see AK sitting at the small table. He's sporting a red and grey flannel patterned over shirt and has his glasses pushed up on his nose. He shakes his head slowly. Meanwhile from the opposite side comes Connor with a couple bottles of beer. He pops off the tops before handing one over to Logan.
“This isn't looking too good Logan.”
AK speaks up as he turns some of the papers around towards Logan.
“What you yappin on about now?”
Logan winces slightly at having to speak before he takes a swig of his beer. The expression on his face says it all as he looks at Connor.
“What the fuck is dis shyte?”
Connor shakes his head.
“The shit we could afford Logan, the funds are getting low. The bottle says Pabst Blue Ribbon.”
Connor reads the bottle slowly as he speaks which just causes Logan to throw the beer at Connor nearly hitting him in the head. Connor ducks at the last second letting it careen over his head and crash against the wall.
“More like Piss Balls Ribbon ya sod!”
Logan just snears before turning his attention back to AK.
“Now what were you saying fucker?”
AK gets up and walks over to Logan handing him the papers.
“The bills are stacking up Logan, between traveling expenses, living in these hotels, and the bar tabs. You're not doing too well on the money front right now. We've got to get some cash flow.”
Logan looks at AK slowly eyeing him up and down.
“Who the fuck you think you talkin to fella? You think you can just come up to me like that? I'll fuckin break your jaw off your face just so my foot fits down your fucking throat.”
AK throws his hands up.
“No disrespect meant Logan, but facts are fact, we lost an ass load of money betting on you to beat Joker. We lost even more betting on you beating that Raven broad.”
“Yea no one expected the mighty Logan Rourke Keegan to end up some bird's bitch!”
Logan snaps his head to the side as he looks for whoever said that, only to spot Guinness coming through the door. He closes the door behind himself and pulls up a spot leaning against the wall.
“Care to run that by me again Guinness? My ear's must be fuckin with me.”
“You heard me Logan, since you decided you wanted to give this wrestling bullshit a try you've been getting your ass handed to you. You got the shit beat out of you by a fucking bird man. It's fucking embarrassing.”
Logan gets up dropping the ice pack and walks towards Guinness, Guinness doesn't back down and bows up towards Logan.
“You think you got the boys Guinness? I mean you been suckling upon my teat as it were for quite some time now. The lot of you live off my hard work and my fists. You're fucking leeches, that's all you ever been and that's all you'll ever fucking be ya wannabe Irish nig...”
Logan's cut off as Guinness goes for a right hook but Logan even in his state just eats the blow with a smirk before headbutting Guinness right in the nose busting it. He brings a knee up into the man's stomach bowing him over and takes a step to the side before twisting and blasting Guinness with a straight punch to the side of the jaw that sends the man down to the ground hard. Connor quickly jumps in and grabs Logan up in a bear hug like move from behind.
“Calm down mano!”
Logan kicks out looking to stomp on Guinness but Connor has pulled him back from Guinness. Meanwhile AK has scrambled around the brawl and is checking on Guinness. AK looks up at Logan with a look of shock. Connor moves around so that he's got his back to AK and Guinness before he releases Logan. Now that Connor is between them Logan just sort of stands there and shakes his head.
“That's enough Logan, just calm down.”
“Fuck that Connor, he step up to me like a man, I beat his fucking ass like a man. Get that fucking cunt out of my god damn room now before I paint the walls with his fucking face.”
Logan flops back down on the bed in a seated position as Connor and AK help Guinness back to his feet and half drag him out of the room as he's still very out of it. Logan reaches over to the nightstand by the bed and finds a pack of Camels. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack and puts it between his lips. He pats his pockets for a moment but can't find a lighter.
“Fuck it all”
Logan hops up to his feet and heads over to the small table and grabs up AK's lighter. He sparks up his cigarette and sits at the chair at the small table. He puts both of his elbows on the table and leans his head against one as the other holds the cigarette away from his head. Turning his head to the side once in a while to take a drag he just looks off into space as if in thought, but no thoughts are coming. He's just zoning out as what he knows, is going to hell around him.
“Well that was real helpful boyo”
Logan just shakes his head before going through the paper work before seeing the latest match listing. He reads it up and down before seeing his name.
“Damian Savage, well ten points for creativity boyo.”
Logan looks through some other papers that AK had collected, AK was always responsible for collecting the information on his matches and opponents especially considering he was the only one who knew anything about this whole wrestling thing. Logan finds the paper work with the Damian Savage synopsis on it.
“Oh he's into music, that's nice and real helpful AK ya fuckin sod.”
“Sorry, was going to look into more information but figured I should get Guinness outside before you decided he should take a nap with the fishes or whatever sort of gangster bullshit saying you'd think is tough.”
Logan looks up and sees AK walking back in through the doorway. He's got some of Guinness' blood on his shoulder and sleeve.
“Oi, is he alright?”
Logan's face showed some genuine concern, this wasn't the first time he'd busted Guinness up and it probably wouldn't be the last. When you have four guys stuck next to each other for extended periods of time there is bound to be some scuffles, especially when three of them have alpha male personalities.
“Yea he'll be fine, Connor has him, when he comes back to fully they'll set his nose and he should be right as rain.”
“Good”
Logan gets up from the chair and walks over to the bed before flopping back down on it. He leaves one leg off the side and just stares up at the ceiling with the cigarette still hanging out of his mouth.
“I think you were right Logan.”
Logan leans up his head but stays laying down.
“Bout?”
“The whole thing where we've been leeching off of you. I find the fights, Connor trains with you as he's the only one who can halfway keep up in the ring, Guinness is the entertainment of the group but at the end of the day you're the one who does the hard work and goes out there and brawls for our meal. It's not fair that you do all the work.”
“Don't you pay me no mind AK, I'm just in a mood. I'm not too use to losing like this.”
“I know, but that don't change the facts Logan.”
AK walks around the foot of the bed and sits up against the nightstand.
“So, I came up with a way to earn my keep.”
Logan raises up an eyebrow.
“If this is the part where you offer to suck my dick, I don't get down like that bitch.”
AK rolls his eyes.
“Ha, ha, no, what I was getting at is that since I'm the one who knows about wrestling that maybe I should be like your manager or something. You know, help you get adjusted to this world compared to the world you're use to.”
Logan sits up in the bed and ashes out the cigarette into an ashtray on the nightstand.
“That's not a half bad idea AK, I mean it's still not a good idea, but it ain't half bad. So what you thinking?”
AK reaches over and grabs the chair and pulls it up as he takes a seat. Meanwhile Logan spins around on the bed and sits on the edge of it.
“So, first things first Logan, we've got to teach you how to wrestle.”
Logan scoffs at AK's stating the obvious.
“Yea, well coach, whenever you're ready”
Logan's sarcasm obviously intended to how physically dominating of a specimen AK is. AK just shook his head.
“Not me genius but we do have to find you someone. Until then I have a book and a tape I picked up as a combo pack from Amazon, there was a famous wrestler from my neck of the woods that won't known for anything to pretty but was effective. He was a real brawler type, which is obviously what you're going to favor. I mean you wont be doing any chain mat wrestling but you should be able to learn at least a suplex of some sort, maybe a damn ddt. I mean it's literally grabbing a guy by the head and falling back driving it into the ground, it's not rocket surgery.”
“Point taken AK, I'll take a look at the material, what else you got?”
AK rubs his chin for a moment before he gets a look upon his face like he came up with a great idea.
“Gimmicks, everyone needs a gimmick. You need a shtick to stick out more, get more attention on yourself.”
“What an Irishman who fights the style I do doesn't stand out here?”
“Oh yea a fighting Irishman that's so unusual to see.”
It was AK's turn to drown in sarcasm.
“I don't know about that AK, I'm not comfortable being someone I'm not.”
Logan's apprehension clear in his voice as he leans back a little and grimaces slightly.
“No, nothing like that Logan, you just need to amplify who you are. You're already a huge dick..”
AK stops as Logan look at him like “did you really just say that?”
“Sorry, but anyway that's a good thing in this case. You just take that natural gift and you amplify it and make people hate you. I mean the end of the day the best way to stand out is publicity, good or bad. Let's face it when it comes to you, bad is about the only type you can expect to garner. People always pay to see people who cause a buzz even if it's just in the hopes of seeing them fail. I mean you remember how much people paid to see Tito right?”
“Yea, people just loved the idea of seeing someone smash in his face.”
“Yea, same concept, we just need to make you a little more vocal to the crowd instead of just us fellas in the hotel room. Talk to them like you would Guinness times five and you'll be set.”
“Well I suppose amplifying my natural charm wouldn't hurt. So I do that and win some matches and boom we're in more money?”
“Pretty much boyo.”
“When you break it down like that it sounds oh so easy.”
Logan chuckles and stands up rubbing a hand on top of AK's head mussing up his hair. Logan stretches a bit.
“So where's this book and tape?”
AK gets out of his chair quickly and walks over to his little corner and starts going through his bag. He pulls out a plastic bag and starts rummaging through it. He pulls out a big yellow book and tosses it to Logan. Logan catches it and reads the title out loud.
“Wrasslin for Idjets”
Logan just looks at AK with an incredulous look.
“Really? He can't even spell wrestling or idiot correctly”
“Hey, it was written in southern twang, I mean if someone tried to write out your accent Logan I doubt it'd read in perfect looking English.”
AK had a point and Logan knew it so he just shrugged and read the rest of the cover.
“A guide to how to wrestle like a hardcore legend. Written by Hamish Graham. Fuck me AK, the guy has a fucked up name like Hamish, how tough can he possibly be?”
AK threw his hands up.
“Hey hey, don't fucking knock him, he was quite possibly the most bad ass brawler for a decade. Mind you it was the 90's decade but still it was a decade damn it.”
“You can't tell me he scared people with a fucking name like Hamish.”
Logan smirked at AK.
“No he went by a wrestling name like a lot of people...Fergus.”
“Oi!”
“Sorry, couldn't resist it Logan. They called him “The Hardcore Lord” Reaper, that a little more intimidating for you there you bastard.”
“Meh, I suppose so, I'll give it a look over.”
Logan leans back across the bed as he flips through the pages and starts to read on the psychology and nature of wrestling as we fade to black.
The sound of Logan Rourke Keegan's voice is the first thing we hear as we are shown him laid up in a hotel room. Logan is dressed in a pair of green shorts and has an ice pack on his head. One of his legs is raised up on a pillow as he's leaned up against the headboard of the bed. Off to the side we see AK sitting at the small table. He's sporting a red and grey flannel patterned over shirt and has his glasses pushed up on his nose. He shakes his head slowly. Meanwhile from the opposite side comes Connor with a couple bottles of beer. He pops off the tops before handing one over to Logan.
“This isn't looking too good Logan.”
AK speaks up as he turns some of the papers around towards Logan.
“What you yappin on about now?”
Logan winces slightly at having to speak before he takes a swig of his beer. The expression on his face says it all as he looks at Connor.
“What the fuck is dis shyte?”
Connor shakes his head.
“The shit we could afford Logan, the funds are getting low. The bottle says Pabst Blue Ribbon.”
Connor reads the bottle slowly as he speaks which just causes Logan to throw the beer at Connor nearly hitting him in the head. Connor ducks at the last second letting it careen over his head and crash against the wall.
“More like Piss Balls Ribbon ya sod!”
Logan just snears before turning his attention back to AK.
“Now what were you saying fucker?”
AK gets up and walks over to Logan handing him the papers.
“The bills are stacking up Logan, between traveling expenses, living in these hotels, and the bar tabs. You're not doing too well on the money front right now. We've got to get some cash flow.”
Logan looks at AK slowly eyeing him up and down.
“Who the fuck you think you talkin to fella? You think you can just come up to me like that? I'll fuckin break your jaw off your face just so my foot fits down your fucking throat.”
AK throws his hands up.
“No disrespect meant Logan, but facts are fact, we lost an ass load of money betting on you to beat Joker. We lost even more betting on you beating that Raven broad.”
“Yea no one expected the mighty Logan Rourke Keegan to end up some bird's bitch!”
Logan snaps his head to the side as he looks for whoever said that, only to spot Guinness coming through the door. He closes the door behind himself and pulls up a spot leaning against the wall.
“Care to run that by me again Guinness? My ear's must be fuckin with me.”
“You heard me Logan, since you decided you wanted to give this wrestling bullshit a try you've been getting your ass handed to you. You got the shit beat out of you by a fucking bird man. It's fucking embarrassing.”
Logan gets up dropping the ice pack and walks towards Guinness, Guinness doesn't back down and bows up towards Logan.
“You think you got the boys Guinness? I mean you been suckling upon my teat as it were for quite some time now. The lot of you live off my hard work and my fists. You're fucking leeches, that's all you ever been and that's all you'll ever fucking be ya wannabe Irish nig...”
Logan's cut off as Guinness goes for a right hook but Logan even in his state just eats the blow with a smirk before headbutting Guinness right in the nose busting it. He brings a knee up into the man's stomach bowing him over and takes a step to the side before twisting and blasting Guinness with a straight punch to the side of the jaw that sends the man down to the ground hard. Connor quickly jumps in and grabs Logan up in a bear hug like move from behind.
“Calm down mano!”
Logan kicks out looking to stomp on Guinness but Connor has pulled him back from Guinness. Meanwhile AK has scrambled around the brawl and is checking on Guinness. AK looks up at Logan with a look of shock. Connor moves around so that he's got his back to AK and Guinness before he releases Logan. Now that Connor is between them Logan just sort of stands there and shakes his head.
“That's enough Logan, just calm down.”
“Fuck that Connor, he step up to me like a man, I beat his fucking ass like a man. Get that fucking cunt out of my god damn room now before I paint the walls with his fucking face.”
Logan flops back down on the bed in a seated position as Connor and AK help Guinness back to his feet and half drag him out of the room as he's still very out of it. Logan reaches over to the nightstand by the bed and finds a pack of Camels. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack and puts it between his lips. He pats his pockets for a moment but can't find a lighter.
“Fuck it all”
Logan hops up to his feet and heads over to the small table and grabs up AK's lighter. He sparks up his cigarette and sits at the chair at the small table. He puts both of his elbows on the table and leans his head against one as the other holds the cigarette away from his head. Turning his head to the side once in a while to take a drag he just looks off into space as if in thought, but no thoughts are coming. He's just zoning out as what he knows, is going to hell around him.
“Well that was real helpful boyo”
Logan just shakes his head before going through the paper work before seeing the latest match listing. He reads it up and down before seeing his name.
“Damian Savage, well ten points for creativity boyo.”
Logan looks through some other papers that AK had collected, AK was always responsible for collecting the information on his matches and opponents especially considering he was the only one who knew anything about this whole wrestling thing. Logan finds the paper work with the Damian Savage synopsis on it.
“Oh he's into music, that's nice and real helpful AK ya fuckin sod.”
“Sorry, was going to look into more information but figured I should get Guinness outside before you decided he should take a nap with the fishes or whatever sort of gangster bullshit saying you'd think is tough.”
Logan looks up and sees AK walking back in through the doorway. He's got some of Guinness' blood on his shoulder and sleeve.
“Oi, is he alright?”
Logan's face showed some genuine concern, this wasn't the first time he'd busted Guinness up and it probably wouldn't be the last. When you have four guys stuck next to each other for extended periods of time there is bound to be some scuffles, especially when three of them have alpha male personalities.
“Yea he'll be fine, Connor has him, when he comes back to fully they'll set his nose and he should be right as rain.”
“Good”
Logan gets up from the chair and walks over to the bed before flopping back down on it. He leaves one leg off the side and just stares up at the ceiling with the cigarette still hanging out of his mouth.
“I think you were right Logan.”
Logan leans up his head but stays laying down.
“Bout?”
“The whole thing where we've been leeching off of you. I find the fights, Connor trains with you as he's the only one who can halfway keep up in the ring, Guinness is the entertainment of the group but at the end of the day you're the one who does the hard work and goes out there and brawls for our meal. It's not fair that you do all the work.”
“Don't you pay me no mind AK, I'm just in a mood. I'm not too use to losing like this.”
“I know, but that don't change the facts Logan.”
AK walks around the foot of the bed and sits up against the nightstand.
“So, I came up with a way to earn my keep.”
Logan raises up an eyebrow.
“If this is the part where you offer to suck my dick, I don't get down like that bitch.”
AK rolls his eyes.
“Ha, ha, no, what I was getting at is that since I'm the one who knows about wrestling that maybe I should be like your manager or something. You know, help you get adjusted to this world compared to the world you're use to.”
Logan sits up in the bed and ashes out the cigarette into an ashtray on the nightstand.
“That's not a half bad idea AK, I mean it's still not a good idea, but it ain't half bad. So what you thinking?”
AK reaches over and grabs the chair and pulls it up as he takes a seat. Meanwhile Logan spins around on the bed and sits on the edge of it.
“So, first things first Logan, we've got to teach you how to wrestle.”
Logan scoffs at AK's stating the obvious.
“Yea, well coach, whenever you're ready”
Logan's sarcasm obviously intended to how physically dominating of a specimen AK is. AK just shook his head.
“Not me genius but we do have to find you someone. Until then I have a book and a tape I picked up as a combo pack from Amazon, there was a famous wrestler from my neck of the woods that won't known for anything to pretty but was effective. He was a real brawler type, which is obviously what you're going to favor. I mean you wont be doing any chain mat wrestling but you should be able to learn at least a suplex of some sort, maybe a damn ddt. I mean it's literally grabbing a guy by the head and falling back driving it into the ground, it's not rocket surgery.”
“Point taken AK, I'll take a look at the material, what else you got?”
AK rubs his chin for a moment before he gets a look upon his face like he came up with a great idea.
“Gimmicks, everyone needs a gimmick. You need a shtick to stick out more, get more attention on yourself.”
“What an Irishman who fights the style I do doesn't stand out here?”
“Oh yea a fighting Irishman that's so unusual to see.”
It was AK's turn to drown in sarcasm.
“I don't know about that AK, I'm not comfortable being someone I'm not.”
Logan's apprehension clear in his voice as he leans back a little and grimaces slightly.
“No, nothing like that Logan, you just need to amplify who you are. You're already a huge dick..”
AK stops as Logan look at him like “did you really just say that?”
“Sorry, but anyway that's a good thing in this case. You just take that natural gift and you amplify it and make people hate you. I mean the end of the day the best way to stand out is publicity, good or bad. Let's face it when it comes to you, bad is about the only type you can expect to garner. People always pay to see people who cause a buzz even if it's just in the hopes of seeing them fail. I mean you remember how much people paid to see Tito right?”
“Yea, people just loved the idea of seeing someone smash in his face.”
“Yea, same concept, we just need to make you a little more vocal to the crowd instead of just us fellas in the hotel room. Talk to them like you would Guinness times five and you'll be set.”
“Well I suppose amplifying my natural charm wouldn't hurt. So I do that and win some matches and boom we're in more money?”
“Pretty much boyo.”
“When you break it down like that it sounds oh so easy.”
Logan chuckles and stands up rubbing a hand on top of AK's head mussing up his hair. Logan stretches a bit.
“So where's this book and tape?”
AK gets out of his chair quickly and walks over to his little corner and starts going through his bag. He pulls out a plastic bag and starts rummaging through it. He pulls out a big yellow book and tosses it to Logan. Logan catches it and reads the title out loud.
“Wrasslin for Idjets”
Logan just looks at AK with an incredulous look.
“Really? He can't even spell wrestling or idiot correctly”
“Hey, it was written in southern twang, I mean if someone tried to write out your accent Logan I doubt it'd read in perfect looking English.”
AK had a point and Logan knew it so he just shrugged and read the rest of the cover.
“A guide to how to wrestle like a hardcore legend. Written by Hamish Graham. Fuck me AK, the guy has a fucked up name like Hamish, how tough can he possibly be?”
AK threw his hands up.
“Hey hey, don't fucking knock him, he was quite possibly the most bad ass brawler for a decade. Mind you it was the 90's decade but still it was a decade damn it.”
“You can't tell me he scared people with a fucking name like Hamish.”
Logan smirked at AK.
“No he went by a wrestling name like a lot of people...Fergus.”
“Oi!”
“Sorry, couldn't resist it Logan. They called him “The Hardcore Lord” Reaper, that a little more intimidating for you there you bastard.”
“Meh, I suppose so, I'll give it a look over.”
Logan leans back across the bed as he flips through the pages and starts to read on the psychology and nature of wrestling as we fade to black.