Post by Feolan O'Hannagáin on May 22, 2015 9:43:32 GMT -6
As I sit in a small pub; in the lonely outskirts of Cork, I watch the people as they drink their drinks, and then plant their heads on the table in front of them. I see these people and I wonder, what do they bring to this world!? Why are they here!? Taking up the place of someone who deserves to be there, then I begin to think! This is like me, why is there people above me, why is there people who think that they are better than me? Why am I in a place, where I no longer want to be.
I then stand up, neck the pint of Guinness in my hand and then begin to exit the bar. Although low and behold, yet another drunk, the local town drunk, decides that he wants to pick a fight with the biggest man in the bar!
Man:
You think that you are tough, Big Guy? You think you can come in here and try and intimate me?
Myself:
Intimidate ... (I say with a snide remark)
Man:
Don’t corr ... Correct, that’s the word .. Me! Who do you ... think that you are, you are pathetic; get out of here ... and out of this pub! (Barely able to get his words out)
I take no notice of the man, I then go to walk out again as I hear him baffling away to his mates and the bar man, how he could beat lumps out of me! That he could take me out on his worst day. That he is a bigger man (standing at about 5ft tall), and it isn’t about height.
Man:
It’s not how big they are that matters; its how hard they fall! That wan*** would fall like a tonne of bricks!
I continue to listen from a distance as this man continues to big himself up to all of the lads. How he keeps saying how he would ‘Knock my teeth out, spit on me and then stomp on my face as I lay on the ground.’ I wonder what it would be like if I was to walk back in the pub and end this man once and for all, but then I begin to think of the bigger picture.
Man:
He is a pussy, he couldn’t swing a cat ... N, n, n never mind a punch!
I then stop in my tracks, I turn to the wall and there is a mirror; I stare into the mirror looking at the man I am, calm myself and again begin to walk away. ‘Be the bigger man,’ I continue to tell myself!
Man:
Hahaha, his ma’ & da’ should be ashamed of him!
That’s it I have had enough; I turn around and walk back into the bar; he is now standing in their pool room (a room which is no bigger than a cardboard box, to be honest).
Myself:
Oi, big man. Come say that to my face!
The drunk man staggers over to me, pool cue in hand.
Man:
I thought ... I, I told you to get out of this pub! Are you stupid or something!?
I continue to stare at the man; knowing that he is feeling intimidated, although too manly to admit to it.
Man:
Hello! Dum Dum .... Akk you are not even worth it, you big ginger bas**rd!
It was at that point that I had, had enough. I grabbed the pool cue; as he was walking away. Threw it to the ground and then told the man, that this was it. He swung for me, I moved out of the way and then began to pummel on the man’s head with relentless punches. Ain’t nobody going to pull me away from this man.
Myself:
Now who is the big man? You worthless .. pathetic human being. What did you say about me Ma and Da!?
I continue to hit the man; it was at this point as he was lying there in a pool of his own blood, that the bar man tried to pull me away. I could only see red; I stood up punched the bar man and then challenged all around me. I could see their fear, I had become a monster. A machine and I was crazy for more blood, I wanted to kill each and every person in the bar.
Myself (shouting):
Remember the name; Remember, Feolan O’Hannagáin!
I then turned to walk out of the bar again, but realised that the bar man was slowly getting to his feet; I ran at him and hit him with a knee to his face. Lying then unconscious, I watched him.
Myself:
Nobody will forget. Nobody will speak! If any of you do; I will be back to this dump and I will finish what I started.
I walked out the bar, grin on my face. Blood on my hands and on my new white shirt; face splattered with red dots; I was happy I had done something about those wasters - I was now hungry for blood. Hungry for the opportunity; hungry for the World Championship!
Myself:
It will be mine! It will be mine!
