Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 14:48:10 GMT -6
To say that a town is hard on it's luck is to insinuate that the town had some luck to begin with. Let's just say when it comes to the hometown of our own Logan Rourke-Keegan, the town had used up it's luck before it was ever a town. Part of a so called triangle of death and destruction, where the fighting for Irish independence had seen some of it's most violent bloodshed. The blood that poured through the streets left a taint upon the very soil long after the stains on the sidewalk had been washed away. A place like this breeds hate, violence, and criminal enterprises. As such it's no surprise that their own would become a man like Logan Rourke-Keegan.
It has been years sense Logan has seen the emerald isle though, a fact that eats at his soul at times. He's liable to be shot dead upon arrival though, a fact that reminds him to stay the fuck away. Let's just say he's none too popular with the natives after the few stunts he's pulled over the years. When you've put half of the town in the hospital from bar fights or collection payments you tend to be none too popular. Which it won't all bad, after all he may of left Ireland, but Ireland certainly didn't leave him. He was still sporting a pretty good and heavy accent that was only perpetuated when around his "fellas".
Oh the fellas, or as Logan referred to them as the "would be three", are a group of guys from around the way so to speak that Logan has met over the years. They are all Irish decent and try so very hard to be considered by Logan as "true" Irishmen. However that day still hasn't happened and they've been trying for quite a few years now.
First you have Connor O'Shea, better known as Conman Connor for his huge elaborate ruses to get the ladies. He stands about six three and weighs in about two fifty. He's a big but solid built fella with fiery reddish orange hair, true red at that. Always dressed in at least a vest, it's not uncommon to see Connor all suited up and dressed to impress.
Secondly you have Kevin Jackson, who is Irish on his mother's side, she was a Fergueson before she was married. Kevin or AK as some called him, due to the fact he consistently tries to convince people his first name is actually Argyle in homage to his heritage and thus Argyle Kevin. AK is a scrawny lad, maybe a buck and a quarter soaking wet. He stands at five foot nothing and is usually the but of the jokes as the would be leprechaun. He has dark brown hair and the worst looking pedostache you could imagine.
Finally you have Joshua Quinn, the least likely of the Irish, but the closest one to being born Irish. Joshua's father was born in Ireland, while his grandparents were on vacation. So technically Joshua's father was an Irishman. The thing about Joshua Quinn is that he is as dark as the night is long. So of course dark and Irish, his nickname was Guinness, in fact few people even knew his real name was Joshua. Now Joshua was a lil pissfuck but he was wirey and he was scrappy and he was the most Irish man Logan ever did lay his eyes on.
Now although he called them the would be three, and although he met most of them in the states, they still won't exactly what you'd expect. Well Connor was, the Boston native was about as stereotypical of a would be irishman as you could get. When asked what his favorite beer was he'd say Guinness but turn your head for a moment and he'd steal your Budweiser. He also had a rather thick "Bastan", khaki equal car keys, accent. He became part of the entourage as it were due to being a hell of a bare knuckle fighter himself. A trait that he shared with Logan and as such came on board as his sparing partner.
Logan drummed up ole AK in the backwoods of South Carolina, the lil shit was about as backwoods as they come but he knew his shit when it came to shadier things in life. Now a good Catholic boy like Logan has no use for use information, but some may find that sort of person useful, especially in a world where your next dollar isn't always easy to come by.
Lastly Guinness came to be in part of the group by pure accident. Logan was over the United Kingdom, despite his displeasure with the fact and was doing some fighting underground like. He come across Guinness in a pub and the two hit it off quite well. A few pints, a game of darts, and a bit of a brawl later and the two became inseparable. Some argued that Logan really liked having Guinness around because it made for a hell of a site seeing a black man with a bunch of Hooligan looking fockers. Especially when the bloke spoke and out came a right proper British accent. Which is a wee bit of the ole mindfuck if'n you were from the states.
That as they say boys is the meat and potatoes of the shit you need to know, about the "fellas". What you have to be concerned about is where our fellas find themselves at the moment and that is in the state of Minnesota, St. Pauls to be exact. Now what could bring such a rag tag group of people to a place like this you ask yourself. Well the best answer one can have is, scheming, aye boyo it's always a scheme.
"Oi, ya fella's seen my bag?"
The voice of Logan Rourke-Keegan shouted through his hotel room. He had gotten a little dive hotel double bed room. The beds looked like they had been designed in the seventies with plaid like comforters, the wood panneling on the walls didn't do much for the ambiance either. We see a pillow on each bed and two pillows on the floor in the corner. Logan comes out of the bathroom in a white wifebeater and a pair of black jogging pants. He looks at Guinness and Connor who are sitting at the little table in the room playing cards. Guinness is dressed in a black jeans and a white muscle shirt. He's got on a black over shirt that's half unbuttoned. Meanwhile Connor has on a grey pair of slacks with a white button down shirt. He's also got on a grey vest. The top buttons of his shirt is undone allowing a little chest hair to poke through. Logan looks at the duo only for both of them to just shrug their shoulders which causes Logan to shake his head.
"How the fucks am I suppose to go train for da fight if'n I gots no bag."
Logan puts his hands on his hips as he asks to no immediate response.
"What's so important about a damn bag?"
Connor is the first to offer Logan some sort of response. Logan runs a hand over his head and rubs his head a few times. "What's important about the bag he says.
"Oi, shut ya fuckin trap if'n you don't know what the fucks ya talkin about eh?"
Logan steps further into the room and starts looking through the hotel room for the item.
"The bag ain't fucking important ya idgeet, it's the damn shayte in de bag. My fucking tape, my fucking mouth piece, my fucking training outfit, my fucking ipod, the whole fucking training shit, is in the fucking bag, that's why it's the fucking training bag! Now if you so fucking kindly will get off your fucking ass I'd like for you to help me find the fucking shyte!"
With that Logan kicks Connor's boot as if to motivate him to get up out of the chair.
Connor just shakes his head and gets up and starts looking around the room for the item. Guinness just smiles to which Logan turns towards him.
"Oi, what the fuck you smiling at you black fuck, go out to the fucking car and see if that ass wipe AK left the shyte in the fucking car."
Guinness' smile fades as he gets up and in a slight huff goes out to the car to find the bag. Logan shakes his head before plopping down into one of the chairs and tossing his feet up onto the table ontop of the cards.
"Why is it so fucking hard to find help?" Logan says to no one in particular.
About that time the door comes back open. Logan looks up with a look of anticipation thinking it's Guinness with his training bag but it's only AK. He's dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black polo style shirt with a pocket on the breast. The squirly looking fella comes up to the table and sits across from Logan.
"So, I was looking into this area and there seems to be some prospects."
AK reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little notepad. Logan just looks at him and nods for him to continue.
"So I know we're in town for some fights, but I found this company in town, now it's not our usual thing but the money is good."
Logan's interest perks at the sound of money as he kicks his feet up off the table.
"How good we talkin AK?"
AK just smirks at Logan
"Pretty damn good Logan, here's the best part, it's legit. Like on the level tax wise and everything, there's no strings about it."
Logan looked at AK a bit perplexed and cocked up an eyebrow.
"Oi, you mean like boxin, you know I don't do the boxin shit boyo, to many of them damn rules."
AK throws his hands up and waves them back and forth
"No, no, no, no, it's not boxing Logan. It's better than that."
AK could barely contain his excitement, which admittedly was infectious as Connor had stopped looking for the bag and turned his attention to AK as well.
"It's wrestling Logan, professional wrestling."
AK looks at his mates with a perfectly content expression. Logan looks at him as seriously as he can before slowly falling into a deep belly laugh. Connor falls into the laughter as well as the couple of them laugh louder and louder. We can see AK's face sort of sadden, which is only increased as Guinness walks back into the room with Logan's bag in tow.
"Oi, Guinness, guess what genius fuck here said we should do."
Logan shouts over at Guinness as he walks into the room.
"What's that Logan?"
Guinness looked perplexed walking back into all the commotion.
"Dis fucka right here wants me to go into wrasslin!"
Logan barely was able to get the words out as he fell back into laughter. Guinness started chuckling himself as he walks up to the table, dropping the bag by Logan's feet and slapping AK on the back.
"What's that Kevin, you think Logan look pretty in some tighty whiteys? That the angle you working here mate?"
AK gets an incredulous look on his face and shakes his head no.
"That's not it, you make fun of it all you want but it's a big money business. Guys make alot of money to go out to a ring and beat the hell out of one another. The best part is it's legit, where the hell you getting tons of legit money at lately there *Joshua*"
The tone of the word Joshua was almost as if he just had said the most hateful slur he could imagine towards Guinness. So serious infact that all the laughter stopped in dead silence.
"Oi, you don't go around calling out peoples gov'ment now ya hear!"
Logan threw his finger out pointing at AK's face.
"But he just called me Kevin!"
AK protested but Logan threw his hands up as if to hold him back.
"Aye, dat's because it's your fuckin name."
AK just shook his head
"No, my name is fucking Argyle or AK, not Kevin".
"Whatevers ya say boyo, but ya do well to remember ya place in the pack ya follow?"
Logan's voice was serious and AK knew it. AK just dropped his head a little and shook it slowly.
"Okay, whatever you say Logan."
Logan gets up and pats AK on the shoulder.
"Now that's a good lad, now get out there and find me a real fight will yas."
With that Logan slaps AK upside the back of the head before reaching down and grabbing his training bag. He throws the bag over his shoulder and nods for Connor. Connor follows behind Logan as the two head out of the hotel room. As the door closes behind Connor, Guinness steps over to AK and rubs his head mussing his hair before chuckling.
"Wrestling? Really AK?"
AK tries to fix his hair while he looks up at Guinness
"Blow it out of your ass Guinness".
Guinness just chuckles as he walks out the door of the hotel as well. Guinness takes a few extra steps to catch up to Connor and Logan. Guinness comes in between the two of them throwing his arms around the two.
"Ey, how bouts a pint?"
Guinness pulls his arms back and steps between the bigger gentleman before turning back towards them walking backwards down the sidewalk.
"Come on Connor, I'm sure there's a yank bird dumb enough to give ya a go."
Guinness smirks at Connor who just flips him the bird.
"Nah Guinness is right Connor, you two go on ahead and find us a pub. I can do the training by myself this go round."
Logan smirks at the two. Connor looks a little leary on the idea.
"You sure about that Logan? I mean last time I left yous alone for a while yous ended up behind the bars for a bit."
Logan just smirked again and turned to Connor as the two stopped in the street. Logan reached out and popped Connor on the cheek a couple of times.
"Conna, you gots to stop worryin so much. Twas a little scrap, we made bail and we were fine."
Logan turns and heads on down the sidewalk. After he's gotten a few feet away Conner turns to Guinness.
"A little brawl? Fine? He broke the guys jaw and it took half of our winnings to pay the guy off to drop the charges, what the fuck is he talking about."
Guinness just chuckled
"You know Logan, he's always got his variation of the truth. Now lets go find us a couple birds."
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We catch up with Logan Rourke-Keegan a wee bit later as we find him in a boxing ring. He's dressed in a pair of black shorts, black boots, and black gloves. He's also sporting a black training head guard as we see across the ring from him another larger white gentleman. This guy is dressed in all red as he walks over the two touch gloves and step back from one another. The larger guy in red comes in fast and ready swinging for the fences with a right hook. Logan side steps and hits him in the jaw with a quick left straight. The larger fella seems stunned for a moment and as soon as he puts his hands down a bit Logan comes up with a right uppercut that brings the big man off his feet and sends him down hard. Logan turns his back to the guy and heads to his corner before the ref can even start counting. By the time the ref is at six Logan has already had his corner take off his head protection and undo his gloves. Logan spits out his mouthpiece.
"Oi, count to fifty if'n you fuckin like that fucker aint getting up for a bit."
Logan smirks as he gets out of the ring as the ref stops counting and instead starts checking on the guy to make sure he was still breathing. Logan walks over to a heavy set gentleman with white hair. The white haired man doesn't look none to happy as he's mumbling under his breath.
"Oi, so that's your third man, you lookin at oh and tree. I figures a hundred for the furst fight, double or nuttin for second and another double or nutting for the third. I figures that's what four ya owe me boyo."
The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash and starts counting off of it before handing it to Logan. The entire time grumbling to himself about how useless his fighters were and how much he hated the fucking irish.
"Pleasure boyo, if'n you gets some more guys you think can cut it, I'll not be hard to find."
Logan smiled politely but his tone oozed with condescending notation. He tipped his invisible hat as it were and walked on back to the ring to grab his bag and equipment. As he's packing all of the items up he hears somebody walking up behind him. He turns around with a fist up.
"Oi, don't be thinkin of any funny business, I won de bet fair and....."
Logan stops talking as he realizes the footsteps coming up behind him didn't belong to the overweight white haired guy nor one of his boys. The main was dressed much too nicely to be one of those guys. Infact the first thing Logan thought was that he looked far too nicely dressed to belong around here.
"Oi, my apologies but you can tell your bosses that I don't do the whole fighting just to lose shyte."
Logan obviously believes the man was an underling for a local criminal organization that would rig fights, which is normally a safe assumption if you see a well dressed man scouting for talent. However this man just pulled out a business card.
"Well that's good because I hate rigged fighting, knew this pikey bastard who ruined a good operation once. Been a bit sour on the whole thing sense. No I'm here to offer you a legit business offer."
The man hands over the card to Logan as Logan reads it out loud to himself.
"Stefan Frei, that suppose to mean something to me?"
We pan up to see the man speaking to Logan is infact Stefan Frei, Owner of Visionaries of Wrestling. Stefan is dressed in a nice suit and smirks at Logan.
"I suppose not, I'm a fight promoter if you will. I run a wrestling company along with some others. I think you could do well within our company."
Logan chuckles a little and shakes his head.
"Nah, thats fine boyo, I appreciate the offer but I aint into the whole tights and rubbing up against half naked men."
Stefan just smirks again and walks past Logan, speaking as he walks.
"Well then don't wear tights. I mean if you're satisfied with beating on hacks for small time money, go ahead. If you want a real challenge for real money, then come see what we're all about."
With that Stefan left Logan to his thoughts. Logan just looked at the card and shrugged his shoulders tossing it into his bag nonchalantly before tossing the bag over his shoulder and heading out of the gym.
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We catch up with Logan a bit later as we see Connor, AK, Guinness, and Logan all trying to find their seats at the Roy Wilkins Auditorium. AK is the only one who looks genuinely excited, meanwhile Logan looks apprehensive at best.
"I can't believe you let AK convince you to come out here Logan."
Connor spoke up obviously speaking for himself and Guinness.
"'Aye, I know, I know, but the fucking owner of the place ever asked me to check it out. It'd of been fucking rude not to at least give it a look."
Logan looked around almost as though he was embarrassed to be in the location and wanted to be sure no one would recognize him.
"Since when did you care about what some bloody sod thought of you or bout being proper?"
Guinness was quick to retort.
"Shut ya trap Guinness, I'm a right proper good catholic boy ya know."
The whole group chuckled at that as The lighting inside the Roy Wilkins Auditorium dims somewhat as spot lights begin pulsating round the interior of the building. The group all look at one another as the crowd around them starts to get hyped up for the show. Logan elbows Guinness to look at some of the people down the row who are really getting into it.
"It's like a fucking footie match eh?"
Logan sounded genuinely surprised. AC/DC hits the pa system as out comes Stefen Frei to start the show. Logan points at Stefen and mouths to his friends that was the guy from the gym, although they couldn't hear him over the crowd noise. The group gets settled in their seats as the show starts. As the show goes on Logan gets a little more interested until finally the show ends and the crowd starts filtering out. AK was very excited looking as he looked over at Logan.
"So?"
Logan just shook his head.
"I'll give um a call in the mornin and take a job."
AK does a fist pump in celebration, meanwhile Connor and Guiness still look a bit surprised.
"I give it it's due, it's not what I was expecting but still, are you sure Logan?"
Connor's concern was apparent in his voice.
"Aye, there's a few here that I wouldn't mind testing my self against. I mean did you see that fuckin clown fella. He a right sick fuck he is. Can't tell me it wouldn't be fun to go a round or two with that fella."
Logan's voice had a bit of excitement in it. He did love a good fight, especially the thought of one not being so one sided as he was use to.
"Actually I can say it wouldn't be fun, did you not see what he did tonight."
Connor's concern was only growing in his voice as he knew where this was going and it wasn't going to be a nice place.
"I didn't actually see what he did, or did ya not notice the screen went dark. A man can make sounds all he likes, doesn't mean he did shyte. Far as we know he's mostly bark and not alot of bite."
Logan's confidence never waving at the prospect of fighting the clowned prince of hardcore. In fact as he talked about it more his excitement only grew. It reached a point to where he didn't even feel like waiting until the morning to get the ball rolling as it were.
"I dont bloody well believe that Logan, that poor bird got right proper fucked."
Guinness was now also trying to play the voice of reason.
"We'll see fellas, we'll see."
Logan got up from his seat and started to head down the steps towards the ring area where some stage hands were still working. Connor tried to stop him by shouting out at him.
"Damn it Fergus stop a minute."
With that Logan snapped around and looked at Connor. Connor knew he had done fucked up and so did everyone else as the other two fellas slid away from Connor.
"You listen here boyo, nobody but dear ole ma can call me Fergus, it's a fuckin holy name. Named after the fucking Saint himself who evangelized the pagan fucks in Scotland. So unless your suddenly Padre Shyte for brains, I suggest you don't go calling out the saint, unless you wishin to speak to the Saint Peter, ya follow?"
Connor just dropped his head.
"Good, now get the fuck out of here and take the other two fuck faces with ya."
Logan turns away from the fellas and continues down the steps. Meanwhile Connor, Guinness, and AK all head out towards the exit of the auditorium. As Logan gets to the ring area he spots a stage hand, he motions for the guy to come over. As the guy is coming over Logan pulls out Stefan's card. Once the man reaches him he shows the guy the card.
"Oi, I wanna speak to this fella, tell um I'm here to accept his offer. However I got one condition, I already know who I want my first fight to be against."
With that Logan smirks as big as a Cheshire cat as we fade to black.
It has been years sense Logan has seen the emerald isle though, a fact that eats at his soul at times. He's liable to be shot dead upon arrival though, a fact that reminds him to stay the fuck away. Let's just say he's none too popular with the natives after the few stunts he's pulled over the years. When you've put half of the town in the hospital from bar fights or collection payments you tend to be none too popular. Which it won't all bad, after all he may of left Ireland, but Ireland certainly didn't leave him. He was still sporting a pretty good and heavy accent that was only perpetuated when around his "fellas".
Oh the fellas, or as Logan referred to them as the "would be three", are a group of guys from around the way so to speak that Logan has met over the years. They are all Irish decent and try so very hard to be considered by Logan as "true" Irishmen. However that day still hasn't happened and they've been trying for quite a few years now.
First you have Connor O'Shea, better known as Conman Connor for his huge elaborate ruses to get the ladies. He stands about six three and weighs in about two fifty. He's a big but solid built fella with fiery reddish orange hair, true red at that. Always dressed in at least a vest, it's not uncommon to see Connor all suited up and dressed to impress.
Secondly you have Kevin Jackson, who is Irish on his mother's side, she was a Fergueson before she was married. Kevin or AK as some called him, due to the fact he consistently tries to convince people his first name is actually Argyle in homage to his heritage and thus Argyle Kevin. AK is a scrawny lad, maybe a buck and a quarter soaking wet. He stands at five foot nothing and is usually the but of the jokes as the would be leprechaun. He has dark brown hair and the worst looking pedostache you could imagine.
Finally you have Joshua Quinn, the least likely of the Irish, but the closest one to being born Irish. Joshua's father was born in Ireland, while his grandparents were on vacation. So technically Joshua's father was an Irishman. The thing about Joshua Quinn is that he is as dark as the night is long. So of course dark and Irish, his nickname was Guinness, in fact few people even knew his real name was Joshua. Now Joshua was a lil pissfuck but he was wirey and he was scrappy and he was the most Irish man Logan ever did lay his eyes on.
Now although he called them the would be three, and although he met most of them in the states, they still won't exactly what you'd expect. Well Connor was, the Boston native was about as stereotypical of a would be irishman as you could get. When asked what his favorite beer was he'd say Guinness but turn your head for a moment and he'd steal your Budweiser. He also had a rather thick "Bastan", khaki equal car keys, accent. He became part of the entourage as it were due to being a hell of a bare knuckle fighter himself. A trait that he shared with Logan and as such came on board as his sparing partner.
Logan drummed up ole AK in the backwoods of South Carolina, the lil shit was about as backwoods as they come but he knew his shit when it came to shadier things in life. Now a good Catholic boy like Logan has no use for use information, but some may find that sort of person useful, especially in a world where your next dollar isn't always easy to come by.
Lastly Guinness came to be in part of the group by pure accident. Logan was over the United Kingdom, despite his displeasure with the fact and was doing some fighting underground like. He come across Guinness in a pub and the two hit it off quite well. A few pints, a game of darts, and a bit of a brawl later and the two became inseparable. Some argued that Logan really liked having Guinness around because it made for a hell of a site seeing a black man with a bunch of Hooligan looking fockers. Especially when the bloke spoke and out came a right proper British accent. Which is a wee bit of the ole mindfuck if'n you were from the states.
That as they say boys is the meat and potatoes of the shit you need to know, about the "fellas". What you have to be concerned about is where our fellas find themselves at the moment and that is in the state of Minnesota, St. Pauls to be exact. Now what could bring such a rag tag group of people to a place like this you ask yourself. Well the best answer one can have is, scheming, aye boyo it's always a scheme.
"Oi, ya fella's seen my bag?"
The voice of Logan Rourke-Keegan shouted through his hotel room. He had gotten a little dive hotel double bed room. The beds looked like they had been designed in the seventies with plaid like comforters, the wood panneling on the walls didn't do much for the ambiance either. We see a pillow on each bed and two pillows on the floor in the corner. Logan comes out of the bathroom in a white wifebeater and a pair of black jogging pants. He looks at Guinness and Connor who are sitting at the little table in the room playing cards. Guinness is dressed in a black jeans and a white muscle shirt. He's got on a black over shirt that's half unbuttoned. Meanwhile Connor has on a grey pair of slacks with a white button down shirt. He's also got on a grey vest. The top buttons of his shirt is undone allowing a little chest hair to poke through. Logan looks at the duo only for both of them to just shrug their shoulders which causes Logan to shake his head.
"How the fucks am I suppose to go train for da fight if'n I gots no bag."
Logan puts his hands on his hips as he asks to no immediate response.
"What's so important about a damn bag?"
Connor is the first to offer Logan some sort of response. Logan runs a hand over his head and rubs his head a few times. "What's important about the bag he says.
"Oi, shut ya fuckin trap if'n you don't know what the fucks ya talkin about eh?"
Logan steps further into the room and starts looking through the hotel room for the item.
"The bag ain't fucking important ya idgeet, it's the damn shayte in de bag. My fucking tape, my fucking mouth piece, my fucking training outfit, my fucking ipod, the whole fucking training shit, is in the fucking bag, that's why it's the fucking training bag! Now if you so fucking kindly will get off your fucking ass I'd like for you to help me find the fucking shyte!"
With that Logan kicks Connor's boot as if to motivate him to get up out of the chair.
Connor just shakes his head and gets up and starts looking around the room for the item. Guinness just smiles to which Logan turns towards him.
"Oi, what the fuck you smiling at you black fuck, go out to the fucking car and see if that ass wipe AK left the shyte in the fucking car."
Guinness' smile fades as he gets up and in a slight huff goes out to the car to find the bag. Logan shakes his head before plopping down into one of the chairs and tossing his feet up onto the table ontop of the cards.
"Why is it so fucking hard to find help?" Logan says to no one in particular.
About that time the door comes back open. Logan looks up with a look of anticipation thinking it's Guinness with his training bag but it's only AK. He's dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black polo style shirt with a pocket on the breast. The squirly looking fella comes up to the table and sits across from Logan.
"So, I was looking into this area and there seems to be some prospects."
AK reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little notepad. Logan just looks at him and nods for him to continue.
"So I know we're in town for some fights, but I found this company in town, now it's not our usual thing but the money is good."
Logan's interest perks at the sound of money as he kicks his feet up off the table.
"How good we talkin AK?"
AK just smirks at Logan
"Pretty damn good Logan, here's the best part, it's legit. Like on the level tax wise and everything, there's no strings about it."
Logan looked at AK a bit perplexed and cocked up an eyebrow.
"Oi, you mean like boxin, you know I don't do the boxin shit boyo, to many of them damn rules."
AK throws his hands up and waves them back and forth
"No, no, no, no, it's not boxing Logan. It's better than that."
AK could barely contain his excitement, which admittedly was infectious as Connor had stopped looking for the bag and turned his attention to AK as well.
"It's wrestling Logan, professional wrestling."
AK looks at his mates with a perfectly content expression. Logan looks at him as seriously as he can before slowly falling into a deep belly laugh. Connor falls into the laughter as well as the couple of them laugh louder and louder. We can see AK's face sort of sadden, which is only increased as Guinness walks back into the room with Logan's bag in tow.
"Oi, Guinness, guess what genius fuck here said we should do."
Logan shouts over at Guinness as he walks into the room.
"What's that Logan?"
Guinness looked perplexed walking back into all the commotion.
"Dis fucka right here wants me to go into wrasslin!"
Logan barely was able to get the words out as he fell back into laughter. Guinness started chuckling himself as he walks up to the table, dropping the bag by Logan's feet and slapping AK on the back.
"What's that Kevin, you think Logan look pretty in some tighty whiteys? That the angle you working here mate?"
AK gets an incredulous look on his face and shakes his head no.
"That's not it, you make fun of it all you want but it's a big money business. Guys make alot of money to go out to a ring and beat the hell out of one another. The best part is it's legit, where the hell you getting tons of legit money at lately there *Joshua*"
The tone of the word Joshua was almost as if he just had said the most hateful slur he could imagine towards Guinness. So serious infact that all the laughter stopped in dead silence.
"Oi, you don't go around calling out peoples gov'ment now ya hear!"
Logan threw his finger out pointing at AK's face.
"But he just called me Kevin!"
AK protested but Logan threw his hands up as if to hold him back.
"Aye, dat's because it's your fuckin name."
AK just shook his head
"No, my name is fucking Argyle or AK, not Kevin".
"Whatevers ya say boyo, but ya do well to remember ya place in the pack ya follow?"
Logan's voice was serious and AK knew it. AK just dropped his head a little and shook it slowly.
"Okay, whatever you say Logan."
Logan gets up and pats AK on the shoulder.
"Now that's a good lad, now get out there and find me a real fight will yas."
With that Logan slaps AK upside the back of the head before reaching down and grabbing his training bag. He throws the bag over his shoulder and nods for Connor. Connor follows behind Logan as the two head out of the hotel room. As the door closes behind Connor, Guinness steps over to AK and rubs his head mussing his hair before chuckling.
"Wrestling? Really AK?"
AK tries to fix his hair while he looks up at Guinness
"Blow it out of your ass Guinness".
Guinness just chuckles as he walks out the door of the hotel as well. Guinness takes a few extra steps to catch up to Connor and Logan. Guinness comes in between the two of them throwing his arms around the two.
"Ey, how bouts a pint?"
Guinness pulls his arms back and steps between the bigger gentleman before turning back towards them walking backwards down the sidewalk.
"Come on Connor, I'm sure there's a yank bird dumb enough to give ya a go."
Guinness smirks at Connor who just flips him the bird.
"Nah Guinness is right Connor, you two go on ahead and find us a pub. I can do the training by myself this go round."
Logan smirks at the two. Connor looks a little leary on the idea.
"You sure about that Logan? I mean last time I left yous alone for a while yous ended up behind the bars for a bit."
Logan just smirked again and turned to Connor as the two stopped in the street. Logan reached out and popped Connor on the cheek a couple of times.
"Conna, you gots to stop worryin so much. Twas a little scrap, we made bail and we were fine."
Logan turns and heads on down the sidewalk. After he's gotten a few feet away Conner turns to Guinness.
"A little brawl? Fine? He broke the guys jaw and it took half of our winnings to pay the guy off to drop the charges, what the fuck is he talking about."
Guinness just chuckled
"You know Logan, he's always got his variation of the truth. Now lets go find us a couple birds."
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We catch up with Logan Rourke-Keegan a wee bit later as we find him in a boxing ring. He's dressed in a pair of black shorts, black boots, and black gloves. He's also sporting a black training head guard as we see across the ring from him another larger white gentleman. This guy is dressed in all red as he walks over the two touch gloves and step back from one another. The larger guy in red comes in fast and ready swinging for the fences with a right hook. Logan side steps and hits him in the jaw with a quick left straight. The larger fella seems stunned for a moment and as soon as he puts his hands down a bit Logan comes up with a right uppercut that brings the big man off his feet and sends him down hard. Logan turns his back to the guy and heads to his corner before the ref can even start counting. By the time the ref is at six Logan has already had his corner take off his head protection and undo his gloves. Logan spits out his mouthpiece.
"Oi, count to fifty if'n you fuckin like that fucker aint getting up for a bit."
Logan smirks as he gets out of the ring as the ref stops counting and instead starts checking on the guy to make sure he was still breathing. Logan walks over to a heavy set gentleman with white hair. The white haired man doesn't look none to happy as he's mumbling under his breath.
"Oi, so that's your third man, you lookin at oh and tree. I figures a hundred for the furst fight, double or nuttin for second and another double or nutting for the third. I figures that's what four ya owe me boyo."
The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash and starts counting off of it before handing it to Logan. The entire time grumbling to himself about how useless his fighters were and how much he hated the fucking irish.
"Pleasure boyo, if'n you gets some more guys you think can cut it, I'll not be hard to find."
Logan smiled politely but his tone oozed with condescending notation. He tipped his invisible hat as it were and walked on back to the ring to grab his bag and equipment. As he's packing all of the items up he hears somebody walking up behind him. He turns around with a fist up.
"Oi, don't be thinkin of any funny business, I won de bet fair and....."
Logan stops talking as he realizes the footsteps coming up behind him didn't belong to the overweight white haired guy nor one of his boys. The main was dressed much too nicely to be one of those guys. Infact the first thing Logan thought was that he looked far too nicely dressed to belong around here.
"Oi, my apologies but you can tell your bosses that I don't do the whole fighting just to lose shyte."
Logan obviously believes the man was an underling for a local criminal organization that would rig fights, which is normally a safe assumption if you see a well dressed man scouting for talent. However this man just pulled out a business card.
"Well that's good because I hate rigged fighting, knew this pikey bastard who ruined a good operation once. Been a bit sour on the whole thing sense. No I'm here to offer you a legit business offer."
The man hands over the card to Logan as Logan reads it out loud to himself.
"Stefan Frei, that suppose to mean something to me?"
We pan up to see the man speaking to Logan is infact Stefan Frei, Owner of Visionaries of Wrestling. Stefan is dressed in a nice suit and smirks at Logan.
"I suppose not, I'm a fight promoter if you will. I run a wrestling company along with some others. I think you could do well within our company."
Logan chuckles a little and shakes his head.
"Nah, thats fine boyo, I appreciate the offer but I aint into the whole tights and rubbing up against half naked men."
Stefan just smirks again and walks past Logan, speaking as he walks.
"Well then don't wear tights. I mean if you're satisfied with beating on hacks for small time money, go ahead. If you want a real challenge for real money, then come see what we're all about."
With that Stefan left Logan to his thoughts. Logan just looked at the card and shrugged his shoulders tossing it into his bag nonchalantly before tossing the bag over his shoulder and heading out of the gym.
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We catch up with Logan a bit later as we see Connor, AK, Guinness, and Logan all trying to find their seats at the Roy Wilkins Auditorium. AK is the only one who looks genuinely excited, meanwhile Logan looks apprehensive at best.
"I can't believe you let AK convince you to come out here Logan."
Connor spoke up obviously speaking for himself and Guinness.
"'Aye, I know, I know, but the fucking owner of the place ever asked me to check it out. It'd of been fucking rude not to at least give it a look."
Logan looked around almost as though he was embarrassed to be in the location and wanted to be sure no one would recognize him.
"Since when did you care about what some bloody sod thought of you or bout being proper?"
Guinness was quick to retort.
"Shut ya trap Guinness, I'm a right proper good catholic boy ya know."
The whole group chuckled at that as The lighting inside the Roy Wilkins Auditorium dims somewhat as spot lights begin pulsating round the interior of the building. The group all look at one another as the crowd around them starts to get hyped up for the show. Logan elbows Guinness to look at some of the people down the row who are really getting into it.
"It's like a fucking footie match eh?"
Logan sounded genuinely surprised. AC/DC hits the pa system as out comes Stefen Frei to start the show. Logan points at Stefen and mouths to his friends that was the guy from the gym, although they couldn't hear him over the crowd noise. The group gets settled in their seats as the show starts. As the show goes on Logan gets a little more interested until finally the show ends and the crowd starts filtering out. AK was very excited looking as he looked over at Logan.
"So?"
Logan just shook his head.
"I'll give um a call in the mornin and take a job."
AK does a fist pump in celebration, meanwhile Connor and Guiness still look a bit surprised.
"I give it it's due, it's not what I was expecting but still, are you sure Logan?"
Connor's concern was apparent in his voice.
"Aye, there's a few here that I wouldn't mind testing my self against. I mean did you see that fuckin clown fella. He a right sick fuck he is. Can't tell me it wouldn't be fun to go a round or two with that fella."
Logan's voice had a bit of excitement in it. He did love a good fight, especially the thought of one not being so one sided as he was use to.
"Actually I can say it wouldn't be fun, did you not see what he did tonight."
Connor's concern was only growing in his voice as he knew where this was going and it wasn't going to be a nice place.
"I didn't actually see what he did, or did ya not notice the screen went dark. A man can make sounds all he likes, doesn't mean he did shyte. Far as we know he's mostly bark and not alot of bite."
Logan's confidence never waving at the prospect of fighting the clowned prince of hardcore. In fact as he talked about it more his excitement only grew. It reached a point to where he didn't even feel like waiting until the morning to get the ball rolling as it were.
"I dont bloody well believe that Logan, that poor bird got right proper fucked."
Guinness was now also trying to play the voice of reason.
"We'll see fellas, we'll see."
Logan got up from his seat and started to head down the steps towards the ring area where some stage hands were still working. Connor tried to stop him by shouting out at him.
"Damn it Fergus stop a minute."
With that Logan snapped around and looked at Connor. Connor knew he had done fucked up and so did everyone else as the other two fellas slid away from Connor.
"You listen here boyo, nobody but dear ole ma can call me Fergus, it's a fuckin holy name. Named after the fucking Saint himself who evangelized the pagan fucks in Scotland. So unless your suddenly Padre Shyte for brains, I suggest you don't go calling out the saint, unless you wishin to speak to the Saint Peter, ya follow?"
Connor just dropped his head.
"Good, now get the fuck out of here and take the other two fuck faces with ya."
Logan turns away from the fellas and continues down the steps. Meanwhile Connor, Guinness, and AK all head out towards the exit of the auditorium. As Logan gets to the ring area he spots a stage hand, he motions for the guy to come over. As the guy is coming over Logan pulls out Stefan's card. Once the man reaches him he shows the guy the card.
"Oi, I wanna speak to this fella, tell um I'm here to accept his offer. However I got one condition, I already know who I want my first fight to be against."
With that Logan smirks as big as a Cheshire cat as we fade to black.
