Its been several years in the WWA since I have owned the World Championship. It is kind of nice to grasp it within my hands once again. Several new people around, just will be simply nice to take it and show the new guys what old school means. They think they know what it takes, the sacrifices and certain specific ways of doing things. Kind of sad I am sitting here in this bar drinking a few beers and relaxing. A lot of thought is going on in my head right now, time to build on a solid foundation and take the reigns once again.
Interrupted from his thoughts he looks up as someone sits down next to him as she speaks. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“Not really I have more than enough thoughts for myself, not really in the mood for sharing them.” He waves his hand at her motioning her away.
She mouths the word jerk as he reads her lips. Shaking his head he looks around the bar slowly. Taking in every detail.
This place is definitely a dive, but these are the best places for me to keep my thoughts to myself. A lot of folks remember my old training ways. Bar fights, drinking, and plain old ass kicking. The fire that I have always had is still there, but lately I have gone and listened more to my head rather than going with my heart instincts. I will make sure this time the violence and dangerous aspect of who I am will bring a little more chaos to that ring.
Turning his head he motions for the waitress. “Another beer here.” He points down to the table as he looks over at three men approaching him. One man slams a hand down upon the table. Looking up at the men he is rather annoyed as he speaks.
“Can I help you three?” His eyes narrow as he observes each of them, trying to gauge weaknesses and possible reactionary counters if necessary.
The larger of the three looks at him. “We don't like your type here!”
“What type is that? Smarter, better looking, Better physique? You know it helps when you give clues.” Pushing his drink to the side he readies himself for the possible coming conflict.
The three men stand up as they cross their arms looking down at Shaman as he slowly stands up. He looks down at the three men and look at each other. “Look at each other for a moment and then ask yourselves if you have made a big mistake?”
Man I hate these idiots here. Always a few in every crowd. Thinking they are more than what they really are. Well I am about to open their eyes for messing with the wrong person this time.
The larger man pokes him in the chest disrupting his thought process once again. “We don't like Injuns here, Especially you Mr. Professional wrestler. You need to be knocked down a few pegs because you got famous and popular.”
Looking down at the finger poking him. He slowly reaches up and grasps the hand, as he twists the hand back he forces the large man to his knees. Feeling the stretch of muscle and tendons beneath his fingers gives him some sadistic satisfaction. The man roars in pain as his friends step back a bit. Continuing the flex he feels something pop beneath his hand.
“Oh I think I may have broken something in your hand. Perhaps you should have thought before you began threatening someone. You see I am not someone who will be an easy target and I have gladly fought my way through situations worse than this.” He eyes the other two men who back off several feet, looking rather nervous he steps forward and drives a knee into the face area and nose of the man on his knees. The man falls backwards stunned laying on the bar floor. He turns looking at the other two still holding the hand of the downed man. The hand is twisted into an odd angle still as he simply releases him.
Taking a step towards the other two men as they both turn and bolt for the door. Turning he walks over to the stool, reaching down he grabs it and walks back towards the downed man. He places the stool down and sits on it as he brings a foot down and places it on the side of the mans head.
“Relax you're going to be down there awhile.” Chuckling a moment he watches as the waitress comes over stepping over the downed man. She hands him the beer and turns heading back towards the bar.
Why is it every time I do something some bigot is going to open his mouth and assume he has what it takes to take me down? I have lived through wars, mockery, embarrassment, concussions, broken bones, you think it it probably has happened to me. Let us talk about a legacy, immortality, legends, these things could be applied to many people. I have cemented my legacy and legend, do I wish to be immortal no thanks. I am not some balding old man with blond hair living off past glory. Or some 70 year old man clinging to the last vestiges of glory of being the 13 time champion of something that should have been done long ago, and on a side note someone should have forced him tow ear a t shirt.
Look around and I will make sure I slap some sense into the idiots. The WWA World Title is on the line, I can regain it and make this a statement that if you forget the past you are doomed to repeat it. This time though that past is watching me raise the World heavyweight title in triumphant victory once again.
Welcome to hell WWA!!
Lifting his drink he looks around the bar as he grins taking a long slow draw from the bottle of beer. He stands up lifting his foot off the mans head as he looks down at him. “Put some ice on that, it will go down from the swelling.”
Simply walking away he sits at the bar looking over at the bar keep. “I think the National League Championship games are on tonight.” He just leans back and watches the television.