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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on Aug 17, 2020 8:24:31 GMT -5
"The Heir Apparent" Andy Donahue (0-2) v. Realm (3-2)
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Post by andydonahue on Aug 28, 2020 19:04:20 GMT -5
So, Spanish...I forgot to ask how did your first trip with Andy go?
How'd it go? Bro...
Raul "Spanish" Colon begins to shake his head back and forth. John Cavanagh stares at Spanish with a look that says "what the fuck?"
This dude...
The scene cuts to a small Puerto Rican bar located in the South Bronx. Raul "Spanish" Colon is seen with the dim lights giving a slight shimmer to his bald, shaved cranium. Colon is seen speaking with another Latino male, presumably Puerto Rican, as Andy Donahue stands behind Spanish looking menacing.
Entonces Raúl, ¿Por qué estás aquí con este chupa huevos?
Spanish is taken back by this comment, he knew that Domingo knew Raul was brought up around the Irish and worked for the Irish.
Domingo, hermano mío, este hombre no es un chupa huevos. Deberías tener cuidado con lo que dices.
Andy's right eyebrow raises, he's at a loss for words--the only part of the Spanish language he knew how to command was hola, adios and a few numbers. Domingo laughs and rolls his eyes, picking up his shot glass he motions toward Raul as if to say "salud" but the words never exit his mouth. Domingo takes his shot and gets up, walking down the bar towards his office as the apparent owner or at least a man of some importance in this establishment.
Raul, what the fuck was all that about? You guys just went to Spanish outta nowhere. You know I don't speak a lick of that shit.
Yeah, well, you might wanna learn some of that shit if Johnnie's gonna have you making runs up to The Bronx from time to time.
Andy nods his head in agreement.
I told you, I downloaded that Duolingo shit, I'll use it...I'll buy Rosetta Stone if I have to but I know that prick said something about me the way he looked at me.
Raul laughs, he reaches down to the bar and takes the shot from his own shot glass.
God it's a fucking shame Bacardi stopped making 151 now I gotta settle for this Gosling's Black Seal Dark shit...from Bermuda, it ain't even Puerto Rican. Pinche putos!
Raul looks to Andy who's face hasn't changed its serious expression--it's clear to Raul that Andy wants to know exactly what was said by Domingo.
He said that you suck balls, slang wise, actual translation you're an egg sucker.
Andy bites his lip as his pale Irish face begins to turn beat red.
How you say faggot?
Raul is taken back not sure if he should answer the question but he thinks since Andy is showing some incentive to learn some of the Spanish language...why not?
Faggot? Marica.
Slow it down...I want this prick to know I'm saying the right word.
Raul chuckles and shakes his head.
Mah-REE-ka!
Andy nods his head and goes to walk towards the back of the bar but Raul puts his hand up. Raul looks to the bartender.
Dame otra Gosling 151 y dale a este gorila irlandés un doble de Jameson
The bartender looks at Raul confused.
Sabes que tenemos Don Q 151?
Raul's eyes widen, somewhat shocked and somewhat annoyed, he nods his head in approval. The bartender comes back with a shot of Don Q and a double shot of Jameson. Raul and Andy pick up their respective glasses.
Salud!
Slainte!
The two men take their shots, as they finish Domingo reappears with an envelope that he goes to hand to Raul but Raul instructs him to hand the envelope to Andy. Domingo shakes his head, visibly showing his annoyance with the new situation. Domingo slams the envelope to Andy's chest which only adds to the angry expression on Andy's face.
Hey....ma-ree-kuh!
Raul begins to laugh at Andy's butchering of a simple Spanish slang term.
What you call me, white boy?
Andy smiles and looks in to Domingo's eyes and wails him with a headbutt. Blood begins to spurt from Domingo's nose as a few of the other members of Domingo's unnamed organization begin to get to their feet. Raul stands to his feet and pulls a black Glock 17 out of the small of his back and points it down the bar at the other men.
Cuidado, muy cuidado! Andy...that's how you say careful!
Andy looks to Raul and nods his head. Andy looks at Domingo who is holding by his shirt as blood and snot pour down Domingo's face.
Be kwee-dato with me, understand?!
Domingo nods his head up and down and Andy releases him, violently shoving the small of his back to the bar. Andy begins to walk towards the front of the bar fuming at the nostrils. Domingo looks to Raul and begins to move his lips as if to say "I'm sorry" but before he can Raul smacks him across the face with his Glock.
Don't you ever order me Gosling's from Bermuda when you have Don Q from Puerto Rico!
Raul walks over Domingo's body as Domingo coughs on the floor and his men stare at him.
The scene cuts back to the present and we see "The Heir Apparent" Andy Donahue lifting weights at Kline's Gym in Hell's Kitchen, New York. Andy finishes his set of squats and places the rack back on the machine. Andy picks up his towel and wipes the sweat off of his forehead. Andy turns to the camera and begins to speak.
Train, train, train...what else are you gonna do when you've come up empty handed twice in the two opportunities that have been afforded to you. Hate to say it, but it's kind of hard for me to sit here and legitimately claim to be "The Heir Apparent" when I couldn't get the job done not once, but twice. I could have won that Old Glory Tournament and put the top two prizes in this organization firmly in control of The Celtic Club but some mad man named Lou Natic decided to run me down with his Dodge Charger. I'll admit that shit hurt like a bitch and I haven't exactly been the same ever since. I spent the next two weeks letting my body heal up before our Tornado Tag Match last Evolution and unfortunately my body wasn't healed up enough to help beat The Dirty Fucking Psychos. That emotion lunatic Realm just happened to pop out of nowhere and take a lead pipe to my ribs, that's the only reason Dirty Harry was even able to escape The Troubles. I'm telling you right now that prick was just a moment away from screaming he quit to the referee. That would have been a sufficient ending to last Evolution. Not me ending Dirty Harry's career...not Lou Natic going all psycho and throwing himself, Realm and Johnnie Boy down to the arena floor. Just me, Andy Donahue, having his hand raised high in the air with my first professional wrestling victory. I've had plenty of fights in bars, on the streets and I've won plenty of them but this is different--this is like prize fighting, some guy is actually signing checks for me after every match. It's nice to get paid for the loss and all but I know I'd rather have taken home the winner's share of that purse and I KNOW that's how John feels too.
Well, I know John has told me himself he's a little disappointed in the fact that I had my shoulders pinned to the mat at the last Evolution show. He was pissed off that his perfect record got tainted, especially by this dickhead Lou Natic going in to that big Triple Threat Match at Imperial Insanity. But, this Evolution, I'm pretty sure I've got the perfect way of setting it all straight. That's right, I've got the perfect way to erase those first two loses, the perfect way to show John that he did make the right decision in labeling me his heir apparent. I get to face off against one of his opponents at Imperial Insanity, Realm, in an Extreme Combat Rules Match. That's right I get the opportunity to go ahead and take that piece of shit out of the equation before Imperial Insanity ever happens. I get an opportunity to score a little bit of sweet revenge myself on Realm. Realm...you want to come down to the ring and get involved in one of my matches? You want to take a blunt object and hit me in ribs that were visibly injured already? I'm praying my ribs are one hundred percent by the time I get to the ring with you at Evolution because I don't want you to have the slightest bit of an advantage walking in to our match. I want to take you and beat you from the ring to the locker room to the parking lot, hell maybe I'll take a page out of Lou Natic's book and run your ass down with a car. Realm, I hope you know that this weekend at Evolution there is going to be a lot more on the line that just a simple win or loss for you--I'm telling you right now that I am going out there with one purpose and one purpose only--end your god damned career!
Andy stares at the camera as we cut to static.
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