Post by veck on Feb 13, 2011 10:45:36 GMT -4
Heads turn as the door to the dimly lit bar is flung open. light pours in silohetting the giant mans frame as he steps inside and saunters up to the bar.
Bartender: What'll ya have?
Asks the bartender at the strangers approach.
Veck: Give me a beer.
The young man says as he takes a seat.
Bartender: looks like you have had a rough day.
The leggy readhead states as she walks away to fetch his order.
Veck: Yeah, you could say that.
veck says as he takes a swig of his nice cold beer before letting out a troubled sigh.
Voice: Well if it isnt Logan Veck. Id know that big son of bitch anywhere.
Says a voice from behind the newest member of the AWA roster. Just then an old man steps forward taking a seat next to Veck and waiving over the bartender.
Old Man: Whisky for me and my friend here sweetheart.
The old man says smiling at the attractive young woman.
Bartender: Sure thing Leyroy.
Leroy: I havent seen you in a coons age. How you been boy.
The old man now revealed as Leroy finishes as the bartender places their shots in front of them and walks away. Veck quickly pounds down both of the shots before placing them onto the table with a sigh. Leroy chuckles.
Leroy: Hey darlin!
Leroy calls out in an attempt to gain the young womans attention. She turns to look at him.
Leroy: Better make that the bottle.
Leroy says with a smile.
Leroy: Ya know i Kinda figured as much.
Leroy says as he pounds back a shot from the bottle before pouring another.
Leroy: I saw you and the Mrs. on that wrestlin show last week... hows she doin anyway?
The old man inquires turning to face Veck. Veck lets out a deep sigh.
Veck: She's ok i guess.
Leroy grins pushing another shot in fron of his rather large friend.
Leroy: Well you should count yourself lucky then. That Donzig is a sick man with a meanstreak a mile wide. Your lucky she wasnt seriously injured or worse.
Veck downs the shot slamming the glass down hard onto the bar. Anger welling up in his eyes as he thinks about what could have happened.
Leroy: I hear you signed a conract with them boys over there at the AWA.
Veck just sits there not ansewering his old friend.
Leroy: Boy i dont know what you were thinkin but you had better take care of yourself. You made a fool out of Donzig on live TV. Aint no tellin what kinda sick torments and tortures that old man got rattlin around up in his head for you.
the old man takes another shot.
Leroy: Who he got you facin this week anyway?
Veck: Some guy named D-Jay.
Veck states as if he has no idea who his opponent even is. The old man almost loses his shot as he laughs at Vecks words.
Leroy: Well then i guess we was wrong. You aint got nutthin to worry abot from that big tubba goo.
Leroy says with a chuckle as he passes veck another shot and the scene fades to black.
Bartender: What'll ya have?
Asks the bartender at the strangers approach.
Veck: Give me a beer.
The young man says as he takes a seat.
Bartender: looks like you have had a rough day.
The leggy readhead states as she walks away to fetch his order.
Veck: Yeah, you could say that.
veck says as he takes a swig of his nice cold beer before letting out a troubled sigh.
Voice: Well if it isnt Logan Veck. Id know that big son of bitch anywhere.
Says a voice from behind the newest member of the AWA roster. Just then an old man steps forward taking a seat next to Veck and waiving over the bartender.
Old Man: Whisky for me and my friend here sweetheart.
The old man says smiling at the attractive young woman.
Bartender: Sure thing Leyroy.
Leroy: I havent seen you in a coons age. How you been boy.
The old man now revealed as Leroy finishes as the bartender places their shots in front of them and walks away. Veck quickly pounds down both of the shots before placing them onto the table with a sigh. Leroy chuckles.
Leroy: Hey darlin!
Leroy calls out in an attempt to gain the young womans attention. She turns to look at him.
Leroy: Better make that the bottle.
Leroy says with a smile.
Leroy: Ya know i Kinda figured as much.
Leroy says as he pounds back a shot from the bottle before pouring another.
Leroy: I saw you and the Mrs. on that wrestlin show last week... hows she doin anyway?
The old man inquires turning to face Veck. Veck lets out a deep sigh.
Veck: She's ok i guess.
Leroy grins pushing another shot in fron of his rather large friend.
Leroy: Well you should count yourself lucky then. That Donzig is a sick man with a meanstreak a mile wide. Your lucky she wasnt seriously injured or worse.
Veck downs the shot slamming the glass down hard onto the bar. Anger welling up in his eyes as he thinks about what could have happened.
Leroy: I hear you signed a conract with them boys over there at the AWA.
Veck just sits there not ansewering his old friend.
Leroy: Boy i dont know what you were thinkin but you had better take care of yourself. You made a fool out of Donzig on live TV. Aint no tellin what kinda sick torments and tortures that old man got rattlin around up in his head for you.
the old man takes another shot.
Leroy: Who he got you facin this week anyway?
Veck: Some guy named D-Jay.
Veck states as if he has no idea who his opponent even is. The old man almost loses his shot as he laughs at Vecks words.
Leroy: Well then i guess we was wrong. You aint got nutthin to worry abot from that big tubba goo.
Leroy says with a chuckle as he passes veck another shot and the scene fades to black.