Post by Darius Alexander on Oct 10, 2021 6:55:49 GMT -5
The police sirens blow by as I sit here at the bar, contemplating recent decisions in my life. To go from prosecutor to wrestler was quite the stretch. Even I didn’t fully understand it. But I had to do something.
Bartender: Another one, hun?
She was cute, sweet, all the things I’d want for an evening distraction on a night like this. If I played my cards right, we’d end up back at one of our places tonight, clothing optional. But I seemed to be all out of moves.
Darius: I probably shouldn’t…
The drunks in the corner interrupted what could’ve been a lovely conversation between Jenny and I. Or was it Jessica? Shit, I was only a few drinks in; way too early to start blacking out now. They were getting rambunctious, creating a scene. Security was lack these days. I could probably handle it but what would be the point of that? Sticking my neck out for others hadn’t really gotten me anywhere lately.
Bartender: Hey, isn’t that you?
Her words slammed the brakes on my current train of thought. She was really fighting for that tip tonight. But I hadn’t quite figured out if it was the financial one or they physical one that she craved more.
Bartender: Look, on the TV!
I looked up, expecting to see some old footage of me talking about how “justice had finally been served this day”. Instead, it was a promotional shot of my introduction to Revolution1 and my opponent, Ross Hanson.
Bartender: I didn’t know you were a wrestler.
Darius: Neither did I.
That got a smile out of her. Maybe I still had some game left. But that quickly faded when one of the idiots bumped into me, spilling the rest of his drink on my lap. I got up to confront him, as angry as I was wet.
Drunk: So sorry bud, let me get that…
The rest of his apology was muted by the fact that he then proceeded to hurl all over the bar counter. The woman gagged. His friends laughed. I just narrowed my eyes.
Darius: I think you’ve had enough.
Look at me, stating the obvious. I couldn’t tell if the drunk agreed with me or if he was just having a gag-reflex, his head bobbing back and forth like a chicken. Either way, his friends overheard and were moving to his side. A three-on-one fight really didn’t interest me, not at the moment. Then again, it was probably more like two-and-a-half, what with Sir Chunks-A-Lot here.
Drunk’s Friend #1: What did you say?
Drunk’s Friend: #2: Yeah, what did you say?
Maybe the two were hard of hearing. I could repeat myself but that seemed a bit redundant. Especially with Tweedledee mimicking, word-for-word, what Tweedledum was saying.
Tweedledum: Not so tough now, are you?
Tweedledee: Yeah, not so tou-
The rest was a bit of a blur. I’m pretty sure I hit Tweedledee first. Knocked him flat on his ass. Tweedledum swung and missed and ate the counter of the bar. I may’ve assisted him with that last part. The drunk just fell to the ground and kept choking over his bile. Easiest... bar fight... ever. I wonder if this would be what I should expect from my match with Ross?
Bartender: Are you okay?
She definitely wasn’t interested in me for the money. Though I’m sure my having it didn’t hurt anything.
Darius: Of course, barely broke a sweat. Which is sad really, I was rather looking forward to working up my stamina for my in-ring debut. Since this was a bust, maybe you want to help with me that part of my training regimen and get on out of here?
She was hooked. Again, almost too easy. She mentioned something about getting off in a few minutes. I bit my tongue and decided not to comment on just how accurate she was in that statement. I drank the rest of my drink, gave her a tip anyway, just to reiterate that yes, I do have money, and moved to the exit. I stood outside listening to the nighttime rumblings of the Chicago nightlife, not all of it legal.
Darius: The system has failed so many. I can’t stand idly by and wait for things to fix itself. I need to be able to adapt, evolve, survive. Leaving behind my job as a lawyer wasn’t an easy decision to make. But it was the right one. I’ll face Ross in my debut and I’ll beat Ross in my debut. I know very little about you Mr. Hanson as I’m sure you know little about me. Luckily for us, we don’t need to talk each other to death, just fight. Unluckily for you, I’ve been itching for a fight for a while now. If I have to go through you so, so be it. You only get one chance at a first impression and I plan on making the most out of mine. On Tuesday Night, I dish out my own brand of justice. And just like all these fine ladies out here in Chicago, “Lady Justice” doesn’t like to be kept waiting. See you real soon, Ross.
I wink, as if you could see it, and I depart with my companion for the evening. She’s about to get her formal introduction to the D-to-the-A tonight, just like Ross will on Legacy. And by that, I mean my initials. D. A. Stands for “Darius Alexander”. Get your mind out of the gutters you sick f-.
Bartender: Another one, hun?
She was cute, sweet, all the things I’d want for an evening distraction on a night like this. If I played my cards right, we’d end up back at one of our places tonight, clothing optional. But I seemed to be all out of moves.
Darius: I probably shouldn’t…
The drunks in the corner interrupted what could’ve been a lovely conversation between Jenny and I. Or was it Jessica? Shit, I was only a few drinks in; way too early to start blacking out now. They were getting rambunctious, creating a scene. Security was lack these days. I could probably handle it but what would be the point of that? Sticking my neck out for others hadn’t really gotten me anywhere lately.
Bartender: Hey, isn’t that you?
Her words slammed the brakes on my current train of thought. She was really fighting for that tip tonight. But I hadn’t quite figured out if it was the financial one or they physical one that she craved more.
Bartender: Look, on the TV!
I looked up, expecting to see some old footage of me talking about how “justice had finally been served this day”. Instead, it was a promotional shot of my introduction to Revolution1 and my opponent, Ross Hanson.
Bartender: I didn’t know you were a wrestler.
Darius: Neither did I.
That got a smile out of her. Maybe I still had some game left. But that quickly faded when one of the idiots bumped into me, spilling the rest of his drink on my lap. I got up to confront him, as angry as I was wet.
Drunk: So sorry bud, let me get that…
The rest of his apology was muted by the fact that he then proceeded to hurl all over the bar counter. The woman gagged. His friends laughed. I just narrowed my eyes.
Darius: I think you’ve had enough.
Look at me, stating the obvious. I couldn’t tell if the drunk agreed with me or if he was just having a gag-reflex, his head bobbing back and forth like a chicken. Either way, his friends overheard and were moving to his side. A three-on-one fight really didn’t interest me, not at the moment. Then again, it was probably more like two-and-a-half, what with Sir Chunks-A-Lot here.
Drunk’s Friend #1: What did you say?
Drunk’s Friend: #2: Yeah, what did you say?
Maybe the two were hard of hearing. I could repeat myself but that seemed a bit redundant. Especially with Tweedledee mimicking, word-for-word, what Tweedledum was saying.
Tweedledum: Not so tough now, are you?
Tweedledee: Yeah, not so tou-
The rest was a bit of a blur. I’m pretty sure I hit Tweedledee first. Knocked him flat on his ass. Tweedledum swung and missed and ate the counter of the bar. I may’ve assisted him with that last part. The drunk just fell to the ground and kept choking over his bile. Easiest... bar fight... ever. I wonder if this would be what I should expect from my match with Ross?
Bartender: Are you okay?
She definitely wasn’t interested in me for the money. Though I’m sure my having it didn’t hurt anything.
Darius: Of course, barely broke a sweat. Which is sad really, I was rather looking forward to working up my stamina for my in-ring debut. Since this was a bust, maybe you want to help with me that part of my training regimen and get on out of here?
She was hooked. Again, almost too easy. She mentioned something about getting off in a few minutes. I bit my tongue and decided not to comment on just how accurate she was in that statement. I drank the rest of my drink, gave her a tip anyway, just to reiterate that yes, I do have money, and moved to the exit. I stood outside listening to the nighttime rumblings of the Chicago nightlife, not all of it legal.
Darius: The system has failed so many. I can’t stand idly by and wait for things to fix itself. I need to be able to adapt, evolve, survive. Leaving behind my job as a lawyer wasn’t an easy decision to make. But it was the right one. I’ll face Ross in my debut and I’ll beat Ross in my debut. I know very little about you Mr. Hanson as I’m sure you know little about me. Luckily for us, we don’t need to talk each other to death, just fight. Unluckily for you, I’ve been itching for a fight for a while now. If I have to go through you so, so be it. You only get one chance at a first impression and I plan on making the most out of mine. On Tuesday Night, I dish out my own brand of justice. And just like all these fine ladies out here in Chicago, “Lady Justice” doesn’t like to be kept waiting. See you real soon, Ross.
I wink, as if you could see it, and I depart with my companion for the evening. She’s about to get her formal introduction to the D-to-the-A tonight, just like Ross will on Legacy. And by that, I mean my initials. D. A. Stands for “Darius Alexander”. Get your mind out of the gutters you sick f-.
