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| Wadjethotep | Dec 30 2017, 04:24 PM Post #1 |
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The bottle was placed in front of him. A pile of five’s was pulled from his pocket and he laid one down on the bar and slid it across. “No change.” He never really had the chance to get Narragansett in bottles, only cans. So when the opportunity presented itself it was something to jump at. Sure you could get a pint but there was always something about a bottle that gained attention. Maybe it was the way it had always appeared cooler in his mind. Next to him sat his cousin Lindsey. Linds was Jackson’s age and tended to be closer with his older brother. He just happened to share a similar taste in music and had an appreciation in beer that gave them a relationship. Lindsey was a unique guy. Ty’s aunt and uncle we’re always well off. His aunt a lawyer and his father an engineer. They were always pretty good to Ty so he never had any issues with him. Lindsey was just lucky. His mom owned a few houses between Worcester and Boston, even had one down in Falmouth. She rented them all and his job was to do take care of them. Besides that he has a beer blog and that was pretty much it. He always had it easy, Ty envied that for his entire childhood. Even his look had a bit of a carefree look to it. From his dreds to his scruffy beard and his boho style. He was definitely unique person to be around. Possibly Lindsey’s best quality was that he was able to bring out spontaneity in people, which was great for Jackson who was always a bit high strung. Lindsey turned around to face the inside of the bar and look around for a bit so it made Ty do the same thing. ”You still think it's a good idea to go out to the bar the night before a show?” ” I’m not going to get drunk, just have a few and head back to the hotel.” ”You could have stayed at the house. Mom wouldn’t have cared.” He hadn’t slept in that house since his Nana had died. It used to feel so warm and inviting. Even after Papa had died in his sleep there. Then his uncle got cancer and died there too. The last straw was Nana, at least she went in her sleep too. Now when he walked through the door the feelings didn’t hit him like they used too. Now the house just seemed empty, cold almost. It was somewhere he didn’t like to be for more than a few hours. ”Nah man, it’s alright. Don’t want to be an inconvenience. It’s just good to get out for a bit. ”Is that why you wanted to come here?” Ralph’s was Ty’s favorite bar in Worcester. He always had to make a stop when he visited his self proclaimed second city. The front of the building is an old diner car that was turned into a bar. It was a great visual but he only went on that side to eat. The chili was great. He usually stayed around the corner where the bigger bar section was. It was also home to the small selection of arcade games they had. Where the cabinet of Big Buck Hunter sat, he couldn’t tell you how many times he had heard the story of Jackson’s bachelor party where Chris Wintermute set the high score on that machine on every animal. Every time he saw that machine he just shook his head. The top floor was where they had their concerts. Usually local acts but sometimes a bigger name would come through. Tonight was Katie and the Illicit, he had no idea who that was but from the sounds coming upstairs it sounded some indie rock group that he could likely get behind but it just wasn’t his thing tonight. The plus was that since there was a show going on upstairs it left everything down pretty relaxed. It always gave you a chance to look at all the crazy things hanging from the walls and ceiling. It’s a good place to be.” ”You and your brother love this place.” ”It suits us.” Ty dug around in his pocket and grabbed another bill and handed it to his cousin. ”Go see if there’s anything good on the jukebox” Lindsey stood up and took his beer with him as he walked over to the older style jukebox that they had filled with a mix of things. ”Anything specific?” ”Any Hank?” Lindsey flipped through the discs in front of him for a moment before yelling back. ”They got Jr. but they don’t have Hank.” Ty smiled and replied under his breath “I think, I think, I think, the rest is a long time gone”. ”Then just play a bunch of different stuff” Lindsey continued to flip through the selection while Ty went back to his beer. His mind started to wander. Mostly to Crowned Royalty and the YGC. It was going to be nearly impossible to try and win both but he’d never let impossible try to stop him before so why try now? It was time to push at a hundred miles an hour till the wheels fell off. He just hoped that they would last till Moscow. Who was he kidding, there was always a way back to Moscow. Everyone can find their way home, it’s just if they want to or not. That made him think of Dom. Worcester wasn’t his hometown but he grew up here. So did he just fly into Boston or did he come through the old neighborhood? It was a legitimate question. Ty and Dom didn’t have a lot in common. They were acquaintances who always managed to be friendly to each other. They had plenty of mutual friends but there was nothing concrete between the two. That wouldn’t have stopped him from buying him a beer however if he walked through that door. This was actually a match he was really looking forward too. Wrestling in Massachusetts was a highlight. Boston is a combat sports town at heart. Hell, it’s just a sports town at heart and it sure has plenty of fans that like to get rowdy. Those were some of the things that made it all worth it. This wasn’t some fancy HKW show but that wasn’t going to stop Ty from treating it like it was Divine Supremacy or the first round of Crowned Royalty. Dom was a big name not just in HKW but around the world. His reputation in the ring was as legitimate as it gets. It wasn’t long ago he was chasing Fel for the belt and Ty knew that's where he wanted to be again. That is what made this match so important. Beating Kol was the biggest moment of his career. It was huge for him. It put eyes on him. People would be watching now. That means living up to the hype. Living up means beating Dom. Losing momentum was not something he needed right now. He took another drink from his beer as his cousin came back to the bar. ”It’s cool you’re wrestling at the garden. So you in the main event or whatever it’s called? Lindsey wasn’t a sports guy. He likely couldn’t even tell you what sport the Bruins played. So Ty couldn’t get mad at him for it. He was surprised he even asked. ”No I’m fourth. Right in the middle. ”That’s not bad either though. I mean your like the main event of the first half if they do intermission right after. So people won’t be going to the bathroom during your match either. Lindsey, always the optomist. ”That's a way to look at it.” Ty just smiled and took another drink from the bottle. ”Facing a big time guy?” ”One of the best” ”Nervous?” ”There’s nerves every time with anyone you face. But I feel alright. I’m as confident as I can be.” ”So what made you come to Worcester?” It was the million dollar question. Honestly he didn’t even know. Anytime he visited Massachusetts he knew had to stop in two places. Worcester was the first, even if it was driving around aimlessly. Second was Framingham. He always had to go look at Nana and Papa’s old house. He’d look from the street. Check to see if they had done anything cosmetically so that he could get unreasonably mad about it. Then he would go to Jack’s Abby’s brewery and have a flight before getting back on the road. He would do that tomorrow before taking I-90 to it's end, or it’s beginning depending on which way you were going, and drive into Boston. These trips we’re always too emotional. Massachusetts used to feel like home. Now like a lot of the world to him it just felt like a place with a lot of ghosts that brought back too many painful memories. Yet even that couldn’t stop him from coming back. Almost like he was being a horse drawn to water. Just then he could hear the opening of “Family Tradition” and it nearly made him laugh. ”What can I say? Wormtown was calling.” |
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