Small World Afterall... (Invite)

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Stepping through the entrance of the Tower View Restaurant & Lounge came the man known as Tha Infamous 187. Smirk on his face as usual as he looked around the area. Seeing what was going on in the View at the moment. The place didn't seem too crowded tonight. Things must be slow or people must be on the road. Either way, it didn't matter to 187. He simply came to take his mind off of things. Plan for his early retirement. And of course, practice alcoholism among other "habits." He made his way through tables with his eyes focused on the bar. Once reaching the bar, he took a seat on one of the empty stools. 187 nodded to the bartender as he said...

"You know what I want. My usual..."

The bartender nodded to 187 and responded.

Bartender: "Alright, bub."

While the bartender was getting together 187's order, 187 proceeded to reach into his inside pocket of his jacket. Slowly he pulled a nice little rolled up piece of "happiness." If you don't know what that is by now, well... Get with the program. He places the blunt in his mouth and then began to search his pants pockets for a light. He found his golden Zippo inside his right pants pocket. He flipped it open and ignited the flame quickly. Then he lit the blunt, closed the Zippo's lid to put out the flame, place the light back in his pocket, and took a few quick puffs on that blunt. He then reached up to take the blunt from his mouth so that he could exhale the smoke into the air. The aroma of marijuana filling his area he sat in. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of a familiar face taking a seat at the bar not too far away from where he sat. He laughed to himself as he shook his head. The world was a small place indeed. 187 looked up from the bar and looked at the person who arrived at the bar. With that smirk on his face still, he said to them...

"Well, well, well... Look who we have here..."

[~Travis Tyler~]

Well I'll be damned. If it isn't one of the bastards that tried to end my life.

Psycho said as he looked over at 187.....

Wheres the rest of your 'boys' at? Whats it been? A year since that plane I was on suspiciously hit the ground?

Psycho looks over at the bartender as he brings 187 his drink over. It wasn't a bad night to have a drink...even if it was with one of the men that tried to kill him. After serving 187, he walked over to Psycho....

Bartender: What can I get you son?

I'll have a shot of Jager thanks.

It wasn't normal for Psycho to say "thanks". Usually he'd go off about being called son. But none the less, he turns his attention back to 187...

It is a small world after all you know. Never thought I'd see the day I ran into one of the members that tried to kill me....let alone the "Infamous" one himself. So tell me, if your here, that means your 'kings' here too? Correct me if I'm wrong...

As Psycho says this, the bartender brings his shot over. He takes it and tells the bartender...

Leave the bottle.

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187 scoffed at the sight of Psycho. Was this man serious? Normally when 187 was in contact with an enemy, you'd better call security. There was going to either be a verbal war or a fist fight was going to break out. But in this case? Well this case was a bit special. This was one of those enemies 187 enjoyed having around. It made life fun. He looked back at Psycho and responded...

"Well, I'll be damned... Aha! It's not common fo' me to drink up wit' 'da deceased... Sh*t... You got a hell of a lot uglier 'da past year. 'Dat plane crash did not do you well... Not at all... Guess I can't expect 'da dead to age well... Damn... Talkin' to a dead mothaf**ka... Sounds like some "How High" sh*t.... I need to stop smokin' 'dis sh*t..."

With that said, 187 brings that blunt back up to his mouth and takes a quick puff from it. Like talking to the dead was going to make him stop smoking, as if. He then looked back at Psycho and continued...

"Let's get somethin' straight though... I don't have a 'king.' I don't follow orda's. Some people got 'da misinterpretation 'dat I'm some kind of Familia lap dog. Pfft... Get 'dat idea outta yo' head quick. I take orda's from no man. I do what I do 'cause I wanna. Don't get 'dat sh*t twisted. I ain't got no matchin' tattoos like you and yo' "boy-toy" buddy. Where's his burnt crispy @$$?"

[~Travis Tyler~]

You just had to do it huh? I thought we could have a decent conversation. Man to Man. But nooo....Not when the Infamous one is here. And I don't know where you get this boy toy shit.

Psycho pours himself another shot before getting back to 187...

No one here said anything about you takin orders 'bro'. All I wanted to know is where that b*itch ass Vegas was. Of all people, you know I've got history with that homo.

Psycho and Vegas went way back. Stole the show. Lit the place up, and Psycho couldn't wait to get back at him for the trouble he caused him over the past year.

Speaking of the dead though, I've got his grave all ready for him. Him and his goons. But you, you I think I'll keep around to make my bitch. Do my dirty work for me. Im sure Vegas wouldn't mind any. But since you refused my question, why don't you give that bitch a call? Get his happy ass down here. I've got a few words for him.

Psycho remembered the shot he poured, and finally drank it. Just right. Helps take reality out of the question.

But on other terms. Whens your old ass going to get outta the ring. I've heard about you retiring. I guess that means we can't get in the ring for one last showdown?

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187 reached over on the bar and grabbed ahold of the bottle of Hennessy that the bartender has delivered a second ago. He slowly began to open the bottle. As he was opening the bottle, he began to respond by shrugging his shoulders and saying...

"Sh*t... Like I know... Vegas stay on 'da move... Always on some secretive plottin' type sh*t.... Neva' know where 'da f**k his @$$ is... He probably out on some island some place doin' somethin' 'dats 'top secret'..."

Once the bottle of Hennessy was open, he reached over with a free hand and took a firm hold of his glass. Then he began to slowly pour the alcoholic beverage into the glass. He continued again..

"But it's funny how bein' 25 years old is 'da new "old" now-a-days. 'Dat means some of 'da well established people must be hittin' 'dat old folks home. I betta' get myself a magazine then and start lookin' fo' mine soon. Don't think I'ma be able to take care of myself anymo'..."

He says sarcastically with a smirk on his face. Now that his glass was full, he set the bottle down on the bar. He lifted his glass off the bar and slowly the glass to his lips. Taking a quick sip from the glass made his smirk grow. How he misses this stuff when he's on the road. He looked back at Psycho and said...

"Don't count out havin' a final showdown too soon. We still got a few weeks left. I just been makin' a killin' on some of these damn rookies 'dat think they 'da sh*t. You know how these young f**ks think they 'da hottest mothaf**ka on 'da block? I gotta put them b***hes back in check. None of 'da otha' mothaf**kas got 'da balls to step up... But hey, if you're free afta' Full Throttle or anytime afta' 'dis upcomin' weekend, then bring it. We can get down in 'da ring."

[~Travis Tyler~]

The Jager was starting to take affect. Psycho done drank half a fifth straight. Not the smartest thing he's ever done. But who's to say he's done anything smart in his life?

I hear that man. These n00bs been f**king up everything for peeps like us. We've been doin this shit awhile now.

Psycho starts chuggin' the bottle of Jager, until there's about a quarter of it left.

You know man, huhmmm....Vegas is a bitch. He got scared man. I think thats why he rigged that plane. He was afraid I'd finally get the best of him.

Psycho removed his jacket as he was starting to get a lil warm. Then he drank what was left of the bottle.

Damn this shit is good. We should do this shit more often. But 25 man. Thats young these days. But I know those matches must of took a toll. Hell man. To tell you the truth, I don't think we've ever been in the ring together.

Psycho turned around on his bar stool, and started watching some of the finer chicks walk by. But he was married, he knew it was ok to look, but not touch.

But it does sound good. If I ain't busy, maybe we could have a match. But I gotta some shit planned til Game over bro. Maybe the boss could slip us in for old time sake though. Have a little dark match to say. Sounds good to me......

Psycho motioned for the bartender to bring him over another fifth. It that didn't make his night, he sure as hell didn't know what could. Maybe Vegas could make an appearance. That would really make his night all the much better....

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187 begins to nod his head. He liked the sound of that. He lifted that glass back to his lips and took a nice, long drink from his glass of Hennessy. Then he looked back at Psycho again and began to speak...

"Nah, don't believe we eva' got into 'da ring togetha'. Sh*t... I can't rememba'... 'Dat was a long @$$ time ago.... I don't think we got into 'da ring... If we did though... It was probably on some tag team sh*t... I hardly rememba' any of those... Been in too many of them damn matches..."

He shrugged his shoulders and brought the glass back to his lips again. Finishing what's left in his glass. He then reached over, grabbed the bottle, and poured himself some more.

"If them Angels were smart, they'd book it. They wanna get they @$$es some money. Book 'dat f**kin' match. I'm sure we'd make 'da fans wanna watch. F**k them intermission piss break matches. We'd catch their attention like a mothaf**ka. I wouldn't mind pullin' ova'time. It'd be cool wit' me..."

He shrugged as he brought that blunt back up to his lips. Taking a long drag from it before removing it from his mouth. He exhaled a marijuana smoke cloud up into the ceiling. Drugs and alcohol, what a wonderful mixture.

"Who knows where 'da hell Vegas is... Probably off f**kin' someone or some sh*t... Need to get 'dat @$$ tested is what he needs to be doin'... F**kin' wit' anything 'dat ain't got a dick... Probably got some kind of f**kin' disease... I don't know... I just know his @$$ got too many of them broads tryna' get in 'da position of power wit' his @$$..."

He shook his head and brought the now full glass back to his lips. Placing the bottle back down on the bar as he does so. 187 took another long drink from the glass. Starting to get that buzzed feeling now. Alcohol makes you do strange things. Like having a friendly conversation with someone you tried to kill not too long ago.

[~Travis Tyler~]

I hear that man.

Psycho opens his second fifth and pours himself another shot. It was a lil weird getting fucked up with the man that tried to end his life. But he was having a good time.

I think we could bring the fans everything and anything. When we get in the ring, you never know whats going to happen.

Psycho takes another shot. He soon begins to start laughing a lil bit. The alcohol was definately starting in. He had a lil bit more than just a buzz.....

You know man. Your right. Vegas tried to pull that shit a year ago. On Blaze's girl. Akira. But he definately need to be tested if he's whoring around that much man......[/center][/i][/font][/color]

But hell man, besides getting your ass kicked this past year, what else has been up. You know I missed out......