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Post by Tha Nightmare 187 on Jan 12, 2011 6:49:26 GMT -5
He didn't know why the fuck he chose to come back to this city.
This city was the birthplace of ALL of his problems leading up to this current stage in his life. Okay. That might be a bit of an exaggeration. It would be this city and his own personal hometown back in California to be more precise. However, his point still stood that he hated New York. Why did he come back here again? Why is it, whenever he is here, it is never an enjoyable experience? You know, like normal people do when they go on vacations to places like New York. Then again, he wasn't normal. No. He was Tha Infamous 187. A normal day for him would be a fist fight with some jackass who decided to puff out his chest and act like a tough guy. Whenever he came to New York, it was either business or bullshit. Never pleasure. Not for him. He was always in the center of some kind of drama that followed him around like the shadow of Death. Although, it might not be Death's shadow that sits on his shoulder. It was probably his own dark shadow whispering evil deeds in his ear while the righteous angel was nowhere to be found to play defense. He could really use that gleaming beacon of hope right about now. He needed something when he was like this. Unfortunately for him, he forgot his anti-depressants back at his place and he really didn't want to head all the way back over there. Things didn't go to well with his visit to see Dr. Isabel Knightly. Sure. It was his first time to go see a therapist. He didn't expect things to turn sour as quick as it did. He wanted some legit help. However, when people get too close, he normally shuts down. He didn't even know why he was among people anymore. Here he was. Walking the streets of New York and not knowing where the Hell he was going. He certainly wasn't heading back to his place. He needed something right now. He didn't know what though. He figured he might as well just crawl right back under the rock he came from and drown his sorrows.
Wait a minute... Drown his sorrows? Doesn't sound like a bad idea to him. Pain can swim. Drown it all in alcohol.
He knew what he needed now. A drink. That's exactly what he found himself too. He ended up walking through the entrance of some dark and dingy bar with some pretty shady people sitting around the place. This was more like it. These were his kind of people. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. Yep. People just as damaged and broken as he was. The place was dimly lit too. Maybe he can sit down and have a drink while going unnoticed. Or atleast not recognized. He wouldn't get his hopes up. The chances were slim to none. Fuck it. He needed a drink. So, he pulled down the hood from his sweatshirt and headed towards the bar. He found himself an unoccupied seat. He reached up and removed his black 'LA' hat from his head.
The bartender noticed a new customer arriving at his establishment and greeted the newcomer with...
Bartender: "What'll it be, bub?"
"Oh. I'll take my 'role model.' It comes in that brown bottle... Hennessy."
Bartender: "Coming right up."
The bartender kind of gave him an awkward look after the answer he was given, but 187 didn't really care. He just sat there patiently awaiting his drink to arrive. The bartender quickly retrieved a clean glass and a bottle of Hennessy before returning to where he was sitting. He placed the glass in front of 187 and popped open the Hennessy bottle. The bartender proceeded to start pouring the drink into the glass, but 187 spoke up before he could finish...
"Leave the bottle."
Bartender: "Alright."
The bartender filled the glass and set the bottle of Hennessy on the bar. Then he went on to tend to the other patrons while 187 was left to his own devices. 187 reached forward and took a firm hold of his glass. He brought it up to his lips and took a nice, long drink from it. Oh yes. That is what he needed. Hennessy could heal the world, if people would just use it correctly. That was his view on it. It did wonders for him. He set the glass down on the bar and that smirk creeped across his face.
"Just what the doctor fuckin' ordered. Yessir."
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Post by Manami Kuroguchi on Jan 12, 2011 13:38:08 GMT -5
-After her run in with Lilith Manami really wasn't sure why she was coming back here. Well that's a lie actually, she did know why she came back. Despite her current profession and her previous one she values her privacy, and packed places that aren't arenas make her nervous and jumpy. It also helped that she currently didn't even remember said brawl. Standing at the entrance, she gets a sort of mean-muggin' look from the bouncer.-
" We gonna have an issue with you getting in a fight again? "
-Giving him a clrealy puzzled look, Manami replies.-
" Uhhh, what fight? "
" Last time you were in here, you got into a rather pathetic drunken brawl with a very curvy pale chick with red hair. Her name was Lilith or something like that. "
-So that's why she woke up the next morning for all the world like she got hit by a mack truck.-
" I won't be doing that again. "
-Getting nothing more out of the bouncer, Manami walks slowly toward the bar. Not really looking at anyone, she makes her way over to the bar and takes a seat next a man in a black hoody. Hopping onto the bar stool, she glances over at him. Instantly recognizing him, she plays dumb and doesn't mention it. As the bartender comes around, she replies before he can even asks.-
" A screwdriver... "
" Coming right up toots. "
-Despite being dark and dingy this place had top shelf alcohol at relatively low prices. Watching the man make her drink, she finaly comments on the man next to her.-
" Trying to forget something? Too much of that stuff and you might forget your own name... "
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Post by Kenji Katana on Jan 12, 2011 18:33:01 GMT -5
Well well, look who we have here.
Kenji knew 187 very well. In fact, the American Dragons had a part in the death of his brother. And a particularly tense russian roulette-like moment between the two lead to him knowing alot about this man, Adrian Taylor, more than most. He knew about The killing side of him, that came out when he got angry & Adrian a.k.a. 187. Who didn't know about the latter? But it was the former, Kenji hated that side of 187. It was that side of 187 that led to taking revenge for his brother. It was that side of him, that made 187, Adrian or whatever you want to call it, kill his brother.
Long time no see, Andrian.
He sits next to the man he hates and smacks his bottle off of the table.
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Post by Tha Nightmare 187 on Jan 12, 2011 18:55:16 GMT -5
Trying to forget something? Oh yeah. If he could just forget the past 11 years of his life, he would probably be living a much happier life right now. His eyes shift to the asian woman who's decided to take a seat next to him. What the Hell was a girl like her doing in a place like this? Perhaps she likes to live dangerously or something? He didn't know. He wasn't going to bother telling her she shouldn't be here, but he would entertain this conversation she was trying to spark up with him. That dark shadow of his hung inside of his ear and whispered. What an opportunity it would be for him to actually have a nice chat with someone who wasn't trying to cut his head off. He just nodded his head and laughed a little...
"That probably wouldn't be a bad idea..."
He points to the bartender who was tending to the drink that the asian had ordered and said...
"I would imagine quite a few of those would probably have the same result too... You sure you can handle something that strong?"
He knew what a 'Screwdriver' was. Vodka and orange juice. He didn't much care for Vodka, but he knew that stuff was strong as Hell. That stuff will get you hammered fast. It's one reason why he didn't drink it too often. If he was going to get drunk tonight, he's take it nice and slow. But apparently, a nice quiet night out was too much to ask for. Someone mentioned him by name and then...
*CRASH*
...Some jackass decided it would be a great idea to knock his bottle onto the floor. He turned to look at the person who was talking to him. Another asian. A dude this time. A dude who seemed to have some familiarity with him because he had called him by his government name. Was this some kind of a set up here...? Forgive him for being paranoid but something didn't quite smell right here. For the life of him, he didn't recognize this guy who was talking to him. He probably did know him from something that happened in the past. He couldn't keep track of all the enemies he's made in his life. But the guy did have some distinguishing marks about him that he recognized. He just sighed and said...
"Do I know you...?"
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Post by Kenji Katana on Jan 12, 2011 19:28:53 GMT -5
C'mon Adrian, you don't remember me? Kenjiha? The guy whose right hand man was killed by your associate? The guy who helped get your brother killed...
Evil Look. Evil look. Kenji hated 187 with every fiber of his being. Because of 187, the last surviving member of his family wasn't that anymore, surviving.
You don't remember, Russian Roulette in a Pier 67 warehouse? You remember don't you? Well, maybe you'll remember the night you took a gun, and took my brother hostage, and made me listen over the phone while you...
Killed him.
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Post by Tha Nightmare 187 on Jan 13, 2011 22:06:18 GMT -5
"Pier 67?"
Like a boomerang, it was all starting to come back to him. He knew that tattoo on Kenjiha's face. American Dragons. Bunch of little sword swinging mothafuckas back from California. It almost felt like deja vu. He was just talking with someone the other day about these guys. Was this a setup? You just can't seem to trust anyone these days. And after that whole mess where he poured his heart out to that bastard at the hospital. That probably wasn't even his daughter who was laying there comatose. Where he went, the drama was soon to follow. There was a reason he hated this city. And this was it. That dude from the hospital, this chick who greeted him when he got here, and now this guy... There seemed to be eyes everywhere and he felt like they were all watching him. The worst part about this whole ordeal, was it seemed like the past was coming back to haunt him.
"Kenjiha... Kenjiha..."
...He said. The flood gates of memory lane hitting him like a tidal wave. A sinister laugh from his dark shadow echoed in the back of his mind. The dark shadow seemed to know who this guy was and what he was talking about. These mothafuckas took his brother away from him. These mothafuckas brought the war too close to home. There were casualties in every war, but his brother was still a child. A fuckin' child! Shit like that was just unforgivable. Sure. He might have fired some shots off at the American Dragons, but you shouldn't let your flesh and blood be involved in your business. He could feel the cold touch of his dark shadow creeping along behind him. Begging him to just kill this son of a bitch right here and now. 187 simply continued...
"I see... You're the one whose brother cried like a bitch when he got that cute little dragon tattoo blown off his face."
...A little shade of the dark shadow in his voice. He pointed his thumb back to the girl beside him and said...
"Is this how you guys operate now...? You send one of your girls to get someones attention and then try to blindside them when they're not looking? How'd you find me? One of your little flunkies spying on me? You still mad about Pier 67? You must be if it's taken you what...? 11 years? Just to find little ol' me?"
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Post by Kenji Katana on Jan 13, 2011 23:13:31 GMT -5
The thought of him calling his brother a bitch would've normally sent him into an uncontrollable rage. But he knew how to control it now.
My brother was bitching? Please, I'm sure your little bitch of a brother liked that Glock 18 bullet he literally ate. The cops sure didn't like the fact that they couldn't find any evidence too. This girl? I don't know her. And I could care less about Pier 67. If it wasn't for your little bitch ass brother, you would've eaten a bullet. That chamber when you were about to pull the trigger? It had a bullet in it. I sensed it. But, enough about that.
He looks at Manami before continuing.
I'm not here for you. Well, I wasn't anyways. I've signed up for XWA & signed my contract a few days ago. I knew you were here though. Half Death & his daughter? It was all my fault. & I was told you were here, and
He smacks the table.
THAT! Is why I'm at this bar. I just want you to come to XWA for one night, so I can make you feel like the bitch your brother did when he ate that bullet that night.
Evil Smile.
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Post by Manami Kuroguchi on Jan 13, 2011 23:41:56 GMT -5
-Grabbing her drink, Manami chugs it and rolls her eyes at Kenji. She couldn't believe that she got herself into this. She honestly thought she had left this type of crap back home in Japan with her Yakuza brother. Shaking her head, she tells the bartender.- Get me another...I'm gonna wanna forget I ever saw this...
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Post by Tha Nightmare 187 on Jan 14, 2011 0:12:20 GMT -5
"Mothafu-..."
"Hold your temper Adrian. We just started getting on the right path. Hold your temper."...He told himself over and over again in his head. On any other given night... In the privacy of some disclosed location... Kenjiha would not be leaving with his tongue intact in his mouth. At any other time, he'd rip it from his jaw for the things he's said here tonight. However, he wasn't looking to be shackled with cuffs right now for a homicide that anyone here could say he was justified in doing. Poking and prodding a beast can only get you hurt. He would save that for another time. Right now? He was being called out. Not only was he being called out, he was being challenged to something a little more official than playing Russian Roulette in an abandoned building, hoping tonight isn't the night you die. He was being challenged to meet at a Xtraordinary Wrestling Association match. A company that he himself was not currently employed at. Was he going to turn down the challenge?
"You want to do this in the squared circled? I tell you what..."
He didn't know how full of shit this guy was right now. Could he really expect 187 to believe that all this was pure coincidence? Was this fate? Was this all some kind of sick joke? He didn't know. 187 simply just pointed at Kenjiha and said...
"You get it setup. You get all the legal mumbo-jumbo and shit taken care of. You talk to whoever the Hell is in charge of this XWA and you get things taken care of. Make sure it's cool with the suits up there and you got yourself a deal. I'll meet you where ever the Hell they want to do it at and I'll gladly bust your fuckin' skull in front of the world. Until then? Take your ass back to whatever hole you crawled out of and prepare for the worst beating of your life. 'Kay?"
He turned back around to the bar to face the woman who Kenjiha had rudely interuppted. 187 took a hold of the glass with what was left of his Hennessy and finished the drink. Then he set the glass down on the bar and said to the girl...
"Can't go anywhere without someone looking to stir up some trouble."
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Post by Kenji Katana on Jan 14, 2011 7:06:40 GMT -5
I see you're a cocky little bastard. When I get everything straightened out, I'm gonna make you cry just like your brother did...
And mines.
Kenji gives Manami a wink, and took a seat at the opposite side of the bar with some of his AD friends, all the while giving 187 an evil stare.
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Post by Manami Kuroguchi on Jan 14, 2011 15:06:23 GMT -5
-Seeing Kenji wink at her, she throws up in her mouth a little bit. Forcing it back down, she gives her head a shake trying to shake the disgusted feeling that washed over her. She couldn't even really believe she was talking to Adrian because she loathed that lifestyle. Starting on her third drink, she gulps down half of it as she starts to feel the buzz.Nodding to the man next to her, Manami replies.-
" I know the feeling, like a couple of days ago I apparently got in a barroom brawl here with some pale full figured woman named Lilith... "
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Post by Tha Nightmare 187 on Jan 14, 2011 15:47:30 GMT -5
"Lilith...?"
He looked at her with an eyebrow raised up. Another familiar name in this all too familiar city. Lilith was here in New York too? And she was already causing trouble. Doesn't sound like she's changed too much since he's last seen here. Maybe he'll have to look her up sometime. There's got to be atleast one friend of his in this God forsaken city. He points at her and says...
"Doesn't sound like she plays well with others. For being a couple of days ago, it looks like you healed up nicely. Can't even tell you got into a fight."
He motioned for the bartender to bring him another bottle of his favorite cognac, since somebody thought it would a great idea to waste some perfectly good alcohol.
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