Sittin' at a bar.

Storming Raven was going through a rough time. His wife and he split up, so he was spending a lot more time at his second home. As he walks in the bar and sits down "Going through the big D" by Mark Chesnutt plays on the jukebox. He chuckles as he sits down at the bar.

"Gimme a half gallon of Jack Daniels Black and keep it coming."

He lays the money down, and the bartender sits the bottle and a shot glass in front of him.

"You kidding me? make it a pint glass."

The bartender gives him the pint glass and Stormy fills it to the brim. He turns around on the stool and watches the crowd as he usually does.

"Here's to the past they can kiss my glass."

TBC Tim

Tim Patrick wanders in to the Bar, already drunk. He walks up and sits next to Storming Raven.

Man, what the fuck is this American Whiskey bullshit? It's St. Patrick's Day. Bartender! Bring over a bottle of Jameson, and bring me a glass with ice!

Tim puts his hand on Raven's shoulder.

You know what, dude. I have always respected you. Our match at Bloody Sunday 2 was classic violence. I don't think France will allow us back!

Storming Raven chuckles.

"Yea, you should see the reaction I get in England. It's not pretty. I respect you too."

He studies the bottle of Jack and the bottle Tim ordered.

"Does it really make much of a difference where it's made? Only one way to find out, I guess. Bar tender, I'll take a bottle of Jameson as well, fuck it, I'll double fist tonight."

He pushes his hair out of his eyes.

"Ya know it's weird, I've been here for a year or so and don't really know anybody. I think I'm an alright guy.

He throws back the pint glass of Jack Daniels, and then the pint glass of Jameson in a swift motion.

Tim smiles and laughs to himself.

Nah, it doesn't matter where it's made. It matters how it tastes. If you want something easy and cuddly and soft, drink Jack Daniels. If you want to grow hairs of fire out of your anus and have a wild night, drink Jameson!

Tim asks the bartender for ice, puts it in a glass, pours Jameson and sips it.

I sort of have the same problem. I've been here since the beginning of IWF, and I try and keep to myself. I have some serious trust issues. I'm working with this Figgins guy, but I barely know him.

Storming Raven nods, as an idea occurs to him.

"Bartender a bottle of Ever clear."

The bartender hands over the bottle. Stormy proceeds to mix the Jameson, Jack Daniels and Ever clear.

"This is probably a bad idea, but fuck it. I'm getting divorced, what better time to do stupid shit?"

He takes a big drink,coughs and winces as tears come in the corner of his eyes.

"Yea...Like...I said...Bad idea."

He turns watching the crowd for potential ring rats.

"The night is young."

Tim takes another drink

I try to stay away from relationships in this business. My personal life is a wreck. This fucking guy is trying to ruin my life outside the ring.

Tim pours a full glass of Jameson and chugs it

But you know what, fuck him. People like us, Raven, we get off too much on violence. I mean who in their right mind would do what we do?

Storming Raven takes another swig of his concoction.

"I think I'll call this drink spirit horse of the Cherokee. Hell lots of people before us did the matches we do. We'd be huge in Japan. It's really nothing new to me. Seems I've had to fight to live the majority of my life. I was on the streets from the age of twelve to eighteen. It's just second nature to me. I've done things I'm not proud of, but I had to do them to survive."

He takes another drink.

"Guys like us are a dying breed, my friend."

Griffin had just entered the bar. It was the night before his match and he wanted to unwind a little. He looked around, it looked like his kind of surroundings.

"Not bad.."

He went to the bartender for a beer, not wanting to drink too much as he was driving.

"One beer.."

He noticed Raven and Tim Patrick, surprised to see them.

"Whoa..small world.."

Tim nods

You know what, my friend. The Native Americans and Irish have a lot in common. Floyd Red Crow Westerman was a huge supporter of Irish freedom. Both of our cultures have involved fighting for our lives for most of our existence. So of course, the moment we broke into professional wrestling we started swinging weapons. When you back dogs into corners, they attack.

Tim notices Griffin and waves him over

Storming Raven smiles as he sees Griff, and uses the other pint glass to mix him the concoction of Jack Daniels, Jameson, and ever clear.

"Here, rock star try this. I just invented it."

He finishes off his drink and quickly makes another.

"Gonna be an interesting night boys."

His eyes fall on a woman who's barely contained in her top. He looks at Griff and Tim.

"Ten buck says those boobs break free before the end of the night."

Tim pours himself more Jameson and takes a drink.

20 bucks says she throws up on herself out back and tells her friends standing next to her to "Shut up, you don't know me." That fucking leprechaun hat she's wearing is gonna drop in it. She'll be so drunk that she'll put it back on. I bet she can't find Ireland on a map.

Tim takes another drink.

Why can't I be normal and be attracted to that hot mess? Probably because people like her can't complete a sentence.

Figgy walks though the door of the bar. His green hues scanned around the bar for a moment. He saw a collection of some co-workers but went to his own section of the bar. He was never one to try and interrupt conversations, what ever one may be going on. Figgy looks to the bar keep.

"Two pints of Chaos Theory: Black Brew, Some Jameson and one of those little paper umbrellas, I wanna feel fancy dammit"


Of course, after the whole feeling fancy line, he opens up one of the beers, with his teeth.

Tim notices Jacob Figgins at the other end of the bar. Drunkenly, he begins to shout over to him.

Figgy, ya bastard! Come over here! We're celebrating our wins before they happen tomorrow night!

Storming Raven chuckles.

"Boy...that escalated quickly. I'm sure she can complete a sentence, though with the way women talk these days you might need subtitles."

He watches as the girl takes off her top.

"Told ya so."

He notices Figgins sitting alone and waves him over. Shouting above the noise.

"C'mon over man! I was just about to play what's behind the bar!"

With those words he hops over the bar, and ruffles through the bottles.

"let's see, tequila,bourbon,whiskey,vodka....Whoa here we go, absinthe and moonshine. I'm sure we can have some fun with this shit."

He grabs the biggest glasses he can find and proceeds to mix everything together.

"Alright. Who's gonna try it first?"

Brandon Macdonald walks into the bar randomly.

He grabs the bottle of absinthe and downs the entire thing, before smashing it on the floor and walking over to a seat in the corner of the bar by himself.

Tim watches Brandon down the entire bottle

I have the weirdest alcoholism boner

Brandon Macdonald looks around, clearly waiting for someone to sit with him and purchase some of the many illegal drugs he has on him.

Nobody seems interested so Brandon goes to the bar and grabs a bottle of 151 rum and walks back to his seat, where he begins pouring himself shots and taking them, waiting for someone to take him up on his drugs

Tim Patrick notices Axle yelling at his table

I've never jerked off in a bar, Axle. In line at the bank, maybe....never a bar. Why don't you lighten up. What's the matter? Problems in your little Empire? Who could have foreseen that?

Storming Raven laughs at Axle.

"Party pooper."

He then gets an idea about Brandon. He looks at the others as he picks up the bottles and glasses.

"Let's go see what he's brought to the party shall we?"

He walks over and sits across from Brandon and mixes himself a drink.

"So. Got any peyote? Know ya got the wacky tobacky"

Tim walks over to Brandon and sits down with him.

I bet you have a stash on you. Have any butfore?

Tim calls over to Axle

You should never have joined up with those 2 faced assholes, Axle. You're a legend. You didn't need them. Come over here and I'll pour you a drink.

Storming Raven chuckles.

"Shit gimme 20 grams."

He slides 800 bucks under the table to Brandon, before turning to Axle.

"Yea come on, drink with us. We're all pretty much anti empire here."

Tim calmly responds to Raven's request for drugs

Peyote is for pooping, silly. Wait....what..........


Tim notices a newspaper and picks it up

It says here that a Russian man had to get a cyst removed, but it wasn't a cyst...it was his conjoined twin and his name was Irving, but they separated him anyway but it turned out the twin was a cyst and it wasn't really a guy with a twin, it was just two cysts and Russian doctors are idiots. And the Phillies won


Tim puts down the newspaper and pours Axle a glass of Jameson

Storming Raven stealthily pops a few buds in his mouth feigning a yawn, and chews.

"Here Axle, try this."

He grabs a glass and pours in some absinthe, moon shine, tequila, and Jameson.

"And we're just getting started."

He takes a drink of his own mix, and smiles.

"Definitely not for the faint of heart."

After a while the story Tim told hits him.

"What the hell kind of paper is that?"

It says it's the Bumblefuck Times Express. I think I saw them in Smokey Mountian Wrestling once....

Tim turns to Axle

Hey man, thanks. That was one of the best matches of my life. Tag Teams are not for me, I'm hoping to win singles gold soon.

Storming Raven wasn't paying attention to the conversation. He had his eye on a group of women that had their eye on him all night. He chuckles to himself and turns to the guys.

"Hey y'all watch this."

He takes off the shirt and the women came running.

"Like moths to a flame boys."

He randomly grabs one of the women and kisses them.

Figgy shrugs and wanders over to the group taking his drink and popping the little umbrella into his hair. Taking a nearby seat he gives an iffy look at the moonshine.

" I hope he proofed that. "

He said while one chugging the pint and then popping open the second with his teeth.

Figgy seems to have snapped out of some day dream, flash back, or what ever. He blinked, rapidly, stared at the wall a moment, then one chugged his second pint of beer. He looked over to see the sudden swelling of activity.

"Damn I am the master of zoning out"

Tim turns to Baron


Yo, Blaze. Over here! Bring a glass, we have the booze!

Storming Raven watches as Tim runs outside in his boxers and throws around tickets.

"The fuck just happened?"

He turns to his drink of a little bit of everything. He takes his lighter and lights it. The flame shoots up a good three feet before dying off. He guzzles it down in one drink.

He turns and looks at the new guy.

"I'll try anything once."

Figgins finally finds a reason to open up his bottle of Jameson once Tim began his antics. Pouring his whiskey into a glass he raises it and shrugs. When Axle called to him he nodded in return

"Contemplating whether I should break into another show and snap this dude's neck on live tv. But I'm going to see if my student decides to take revenge on her own. But enough of my crap, what about you? By the way, great match, despite me having a flake of a partner"

Tim gets up, puts on a shirt and turns around



Holy living fuck....a leprechaun!

Philip is walking down the street smoking and carrying half a bottle of Jameson as he looks in the bar and notices Axle inside. He tosses his smoke one The ground and walks in.

Waddup Axle?... Oh shit is that Tim Patrick?... Hey watch this...

Philip walks over and spits in Tims bottle of Jameson Then walks back over To Axle's table.

Tim Patrick picks up what he drunkenly believes to be a leprechaun and throws him at Phillip Joseph's back.

Suck on his golden cock, PJ!