Southern Justice 08-04-2013

Dim lights hang from the ceiling above giving little light into the small bar. The music is so low it can barely be heard. Thirteen barstools line the bar with thirteen booths throughout the bar. Thirteen ceiling fans hang and they barely turn giving the room just enough air to be comfortable. When sitting at the middle of the bar you can see the doorway leads to a small kitchen in the back. The man behind the bar was of average height, middle aged, bald, and wore a white apron that showed the stains of a man who did a decent amount of cooking, and wore a name tag that simply read “Mac.” Sitting in the middle barstool was Gunner dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a black sleeveless t-shirt, and black sneakers. Mac sat a cold beer on the bar in front of Gunner who seemed to be doing some hard thinking. Mac: You seem to be doing some real hard thinking there son. Tell me, whatcha got on your mind. Gunner: I’m surprised you don’t know who I am. Well, maybe I shouldn’t be after looking at this bar here. Don’t take that in a bad way though. Sometimes staying out of the world of television is the best thing. When you get caught up in the world and all that is going wrong with it you forget to enjoy the life you are living. Mac: Well, I must say that has to be one of the deepest things I have ever heard said here in this little bar. The problems I hear about deal with girl friends, wives, or work for the most part. You still haven’t told me your problem though. Oh, and the name is Mac. Gunner: To be truthful Mac, I don’t know if I have a problem. I just needed a place to go where I felt like I was at home. Being on the road pretty much every day of the year you start to find little places like here where ever you go that remind you of home. Mac: Well son, I can’t say that I have ever had that problem. I was born in this little town, raised in this little town, and well as you can see I’m still in this little town. I don’t know much about getting homesick but I do love this little town and couldn’t imagine my life anywhere else. So why don’t you tell me what you do that keeps you on the road so much? Gunner: Well, I work for a company called WWE. I’m a professional wrestler. I’m a member of a tag team called Southern Justice and we are currently unbeaten as a team. Mac: Oh yeah, I have heard of that professional wrestling. I used to watch it quite awhile back when I was kid. Of course I’m sure it has changed a lot since then. Gunner: Yeah, it has changed a lot over the years. I forget what state we are even in most of the time because we travel so much. Mac: You mention something about you having a partner. I am assuming you two must be somewhat of friends to have to be around each other so much. Where is he tonight? Gunner: He is probably out bar hopping or chasing a girl named Stacey. On paper you would consider us almost the same. The only real difference is how we act. He is probably more outgoing than me. I tend to sit back and listen and let my actions be my words. He will probably be coming in here soon enough. I will say this for him though, he loves to drink and fight, and that is what allows us to be friends. About the time Gunner finished talking about James Storm he walked inside the bar wearing a sleeveless black shirt with no shirt, torn blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. Storm walked up beside Gunner, took a seat at the bar, looked at Mac, and gave him a nod before taking off his hat and laying it on a barstool next to him. Mac reached under the bar, grabbed a cold beer, popped the top, and set the beer down in front of James Storm. James Storm: Talking about me again huh. I know, I’m just one of those people who are hard not to talk about. What with my good looks, personality, and all of that. Gunner: James, get over your self would you. How did you find me here? James Storm: Why don’t you try asking me a hard question? In every town we go to the first thing you do is find a small bar and have a drink. It wasn’t that hard for me to find a small bar in this little town. But that isn’t why I came here. I saw Stacey out and about and I could use you to be my wingman. She can deny me all she wants but she will eventually see what she is missing out on. Gunner: Are you serious? When are you going to get a clue and figure out that she doesn’t have a thing for you. The best thing you can do is just go out and find another girl at some bar and hook up with her. At least she will give you half a chance until she gets to know you. James Storm: You are one to talk. I don’t see you with any girls around you. You are always alone. Except for when I am around. And don’t even start to think that I’m going to be replacing any girl for you. You need to get out and be social. Hell it would do you some good to have some fun once in awhile. Gunner: Well the day you actually get Stacy to be your girlfriend, then I’ll start taking dating advice from you. Until then, I’m going to just do things my way. You never really know when you might meet someone that will change your life. I just don’t like going to a bar and finding a drunk chick who thinks she likes me for my looks but doesn’t really care about anything else. Isn’t that kind of you ended up with ex-wife number one in the first place? Anyway, you might as well get as drunk as you want because we don’t really have a challenge this week, again. James Storm: I know what you mean. We are just going to have to figure out something to do to get some action coming our way. I’m getting bored as well. All these “teams” as management has been calling them hasn’t even been a challenge for us. We have barely broke a sweat since we became a team. If it weren’t for the money we have to be able to buy things to keep us entertained I wouldn’t know what to do. Gunner: You know what James, you just gave me an idea. We want competition in the ring but everyone is afraid to face us. We just need to give them a reason to face us other than maybe to get to kick your ass. Let me think on it and I’ll see if anything can come of it. James Storm: Eh, you think on that and I’ll think on buying another round. I probably won’t remember any of this in the morning anyway. You are making me lose my buzz so either you need to start drinking or I need to start drinking more. I think both of them sound like good ideas. Gunner: Well I guess we should go ahead and leave here. The last thing I need is for you to get me kicked out of another bar. It’s getting hard to go anywhere with you and actually be able to go back to the same place the next time we get there. James Storm: Ha, you are real funny let me tell you. You are just lucky that I need you as my partner or else I’d take this beer bottle and show just how funny you are. Pay your bill and lets get out of here before Stacey gets to far away. Who knows maybe I can even get you to talk with a girl while we are out. Gunner: Well Mac, I guess it’s time I get back on the road again and get back to arena. That is if I can survive tonight with my partner here. Either I’m going to kill him or he is going to get me killed it looks like. It was nice talking with you. Thank you for listening to me. Be sure to at least tune in one night to watch me wrestle. James Storm and Gunner both stood up from the bar. Gunner puts a hundred dollar bill on the counter. Mac gives him a smile as he picks up the bill and starts to whip down the counter with a white rag. James and Gunner exit the bar and head to another bar in the area.