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John Taylor
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Date Posted: 21:59:53 12/31/01 Mon
Scene opens at a bar near the HWA Arena, but not the HWA Bar & Grill. The bar seems very packed, despite competing with the HWA's resturant. On the TV, it shows TimesSquare and one of it's many acts for the night. People are having a good time for the evening, but a lone figure at the bar seems way to calm for this event. The camera gets closer to see it's John Taylor. He sits there, unemotional about the events happening. Then a drunk customer accidently bumps into Taylor, spilling some of his beer on Taylor. Taylor wipes some of it off and says nothing(geez, what would KKM do in this situation?). The drunk appears upset.
Drunk: Hey buddy, *hic*aren't you going to apologize*hic* to me for being in the way?
Taylor continues to drink his beer, saying nothing. The drunk pushes him after he drinks.
You better apologize to me, *hic*you dumb fuck, *hic*before I fuck you up.
Taylor says nothing, and begins to take another drink when the Drunk knocks the beer out of his hands. Taylor is unmoved, but signals to the bartender for another beer. The drunk becomes inpatient.
*hic*Stupid fucker. Either apologize*hic* or get your face smashed in!
Taylor remains slient. The drunk then winds up to take a swing but Taylor leans foward causing the drunk to miss. The drunk spins around and hit's another customer who was talking to a cute blonde, knocking him foward and into the blonde, unconscience. The drunk turns back around to see that Taylor stood up with only a smile.
JT: Pathetic.
Taylor begins to walk away. However, the Drunk turns Taylor around and tries for another punch, but Taylor sidesteps him, causing the drunk to fall foward and hit a wall. The crowds attention now turns to them. The drunk gets up after the hit and faces Taylor, who only looks at the drunk. The drunk runs towards Taylor, but then is stopped suddenly by a well placed punch to the gut. The drunk gasps for air before falling to the ground, out. Taylor then walks out as a group gathers around the downed drunk. He walks out into a coming snow, which only started to do so a couple of hours ago. Taylor leans up against the war, sighing.
How I long for the HWA's reopening. My skills are only being dulled by such compeition. And being that there are no tournaments coming up, I'll have to train a little more...
A couple exits from the bar.
Man: I heard the HWA reopened recently, and that there first show is Friday. Want to go?
Woman: Oh please, I don't want to see such barbaric sports.
The couple walks away. Taylor stands there with the same emotionless face.
I wonder how much of a crowd we will draw. It is the frist show for months. Hope I'm not suffering from ring rust. I guess I'll find out against Apocolypse Friday. It's time to bring all I have, and never look back.
Taylor stands up straight and walks away. The scene fades.
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