Post by brandonnytrus on Sept 2, 2012 11:13:39 GMT -5
Jim's Bar & Grill
Las Vegas, Nevada
September 1st, 2012, 8:19 PM[/center]
The light of the restaurant is dim and hazy from steam and smoke raising from the kitchen and people smoking in the smoking section.
Sitting alone at the bar is Brandon Nytrus. The Hardcore Icon is sipping a beer looking up at the TV, watching the local news. There's a story about a local robbery at a drug store just a few blocks from Nytrus' apartment complex off the Vegas strip.
There's a radio station playing some blues and jazz that sets the mood to very mellow and relaxed.
"Get me another."
The bartender grabs him another beer and opens it up. He gives Nytrus the beverage.
"Hey, do I know you? You look familiar?"
The tender tries to figure it out in his head. He finally gets it.
"Brandon Nytrus. The Hardcore Icon! Wow, I watch MPW anyway I can. Online and on TV. I thought I knew you from somewhere."
"Yup, that's me."
The bartender takes a napkin and writes something on it, then he slides it to Nytrus.
"This is my friend's number. She's cute and single. Give her a call."
Brandon becomes sort of confused. He feels awkward but still needs to ask the question.
"Well-I-uh, can I see a picture?"
The tender laughs and goes on his phone and pulls up a picture of the two of them.
(Excuse the Matt Hardy, just looking for something of Ashley Massaro with someone)
Brandon laughs and smiles.
"I'll give her a call."
The man puts the phone away and moves on, trying to keep some kind of conversation going.
"So... I saw Step Up last night... Sorry about the loss. But next week will be good. You'll beat Chicken."
"Thanks. Yeah, the little pain in the ass doesn't know what's coming to him. He pisses me off, he pays. You know?"
"I completely understand. I'd beat someone up if they pissed me off that much."
Brandon laughs a second and looks up at the man.
"What's your name?"
"Patrick. Everyone calls me Patty."
Brandon smiles again and takes a breathe.
"Patty, I don't know if you really get me. I don't just 'beat people up'... I make them pay and what making people pay means, in my book, is making them suffer. And that's what will happen to Chicken this coming Friday. He picked a fight with the wrong guy and now, he's gonna have to pay. It's as simple as that."
"If you want him to pay... Why didn't you that a couple weeks ago when you faced him?"
Brandon becomes angry. His spine straightens and face becomes smug.
"What did you say?"
"All I'm saying, is why did you lose to Chicken a couple weeks ago if you want to make him pay so much. I don't think anyone will believe you if you're gonna run your mouth and not get the job done."
Brandon stands up from the bar stool and walks along the bar.
"Hey! Aren't you gonna pay?"
Nytrus grabs Patty by the collar and brings him up to his face.
"Let's get something straight, I did not lose to that twig of a man. We tied, because the little prick cheated his way through it all. I'm going to back myself up because I can. The little boy who thinks he could? He's gonna get his ass handed to him this coming week. So, I suggest you watch, because I will make him pay. If not, I might take a little trip down to Jim's Bar & Grill and make my good friend Patty pay."
He throws Patty back and leaves the bar with a head full of steam.
People in the Bar & Grill didn't even see the scuffle, seeing as Brandon was the only one at the bar.
Patty stands and shakes it off and goes right back to working, thinking about the terror if Brandon were to lose.
