A man is lying in a bed in his hotel room. Beside him is a brunette sleeping on her stomach. A sheet covers the bottom part of her, leaving the top part of her bare body exposed. The man looks over at the clock on the night stand next to him. The clock yells at him “twelve forty-five am”, he was done with his appointment at ten thirty. The woman was able to go to sleep fifteen minutes afterwards. This means he has been lying in this bed for the past two hours trying to sleep. He’s anxious about something.
He finally gets up…
He puts his jeans on, then his Chuck Taylors, then his black shirt, and then his leather jacket. He goes over to the side of the bed the woman’s sleeping on and grabs the stack of hundred dollar bills she left for him on the nightstand on her side. “Community must be doing well…” he thinks to himself as he puts the money in his pocket. He leaves a twenty on the nightstand, cab fare for her because he has a feeling he won’t be coming back to the hotel room in time to tell her good morning. He grabs his key chain, that only has one key on it, off the table beside the tv and leaves the room.
He goes to the office and rings the bell. A bald man, probably in his forties, walks up to the desk…
“What’s the damage?” the anxious man asks.
“Sixty” the bald man answers.
He pulls out his wallet, a black leather one that has a pitbull design on it, and pulls out six twenty dollar bills and lays them on the desk. The man at the desk looks at the money then looks at him.
“Planning on staying another night?” the bald man.
The anxious man is walking towards the door of the office as he says, “Like he has a choice.” He leaves the office.
He goes outside to find his black and red Star Stryker. He gets on and turns on the engine. He grabs the helmet that’s hanging on one of the handles and looks at the design of the pitbull on the side of it. He puts it on, kicks up the kick stand, revs it up, and drives off into the night.
After quite a few miles, the man stops at a bar. He takes off his helmet, turns off the engine, and puts down the kick stand. He walks into the bar…
The music is loud through the speakers although it sounded at regular volume because of all the loud voices in the bar. About twenty to thirty people were occupying the area. Some sitting at the chairs and tables scattered around, some sitting on the bar stools in front of the bar, and some playing pool in the corner. The voices instantly quieted as they all looked at the man who came in.
The man couldn’t hear them, but he could see a few people whispering into each others ears. He could imagine them saying things like, “Is that who I think it is?”, “We might want to leave.”, “I’m going to go ask for his autograph.”, “I wonder if I can set up an appointment.” Surprising enough though, nobody came up to him. He walks up to the bar and sits on one of the bar stools. The brown haired bartender walks up to him.
“Crown…keep them coming…” the anxious man says.
The bartender sighs and then asks, “Look, we’re not going to have any trouble from you tonight are we?”
The man looks up at the bartender with a serious look on his face and says, “Crown….now…”
The bartender sighs again but pulls out a shot glass, grabs a bottle of Crown Royale, and fills the shot glass. The man grabs the glass, chugs it, and hits it hard on the bar.
“Again” he says to the bartender.
“Now seriously, are we going to have a problem?” the bartender asks him.
“You…will…IF YOU DON’T FILL UP THE FUCKING GLASS!!!” the man screams at the bartender.
The bartender reluctantly fills the shot glass again. The man chugs it and slams it again. The bartender fills it again before the man pulls out a hundred dollar bill and puts it on the bar.
“Keep the bottle there.” The man says to the bartender. The bartender obliges and walks away. After a few more drinks, a guy, his friends, and a lady who appears to be the guys girlfriend walk up behind the anxious man. The man can hear the guy behind him say, “Watch this” to his friends. The man yells at the bartender, “Six more beers please” before looking at the man and saying, “I know you” as if he was surprised about it.
“Yeah, you’re…The Alpha Dog.” The man exclaims loudly.
“Yeah, what of it?” Alpha says to the guy without looking at him.
“The thing is I’m a really big fan and so are some of my friends.” The guy says while pointing at his friends.
“Good for you.” He says while still looking straight.
“So we were wondering, if we could get an autograph or something?” the guy asks.
“The Alpha Dog doesn’t do autographs. Now go back to your pool game and let him drink in peace.” Alpha says to him without looking at him.
“Come on man, don’t be such a dick. Also there are no cameras in here, so you don’t have to act like that.”
“Act like what?” Alpha asks the guy.
The guy glances back at his friends with a confused look before…
“Ok man this is really annoying.”
“Yes it is. You won’t leave The Alpha Dog alone when he’s already asked you to and it’s starting…to piss…him…off…” he says as he starts tightening the grip around his shot glass.
The guy lets out a small laugh before saying, “Oh…I’m sorry. I didn’t realize being complimented by one of your fans was a bad thing. All I have to ask is what are you going to do about it if I don’t stop annoying you? All you are is a professional wrestler who can’t do anything unless he’s in a ring with someone else who knows the choreography. Hey, look at (goes to put his hand on Alphas shoulder) me when I’m talking (puts his hand on Alphas shoulder) to (the sound of a shot glass breaking is heard)…
Alpha grabs the mans hand and twists it. The man lets out a loud scream.
“DOES THAT FEEL LIKE CHOREOGRAPHY TO YOU?!!!” Alpha yells at him while still holding the mans arm in the same position as he stands up.
Alpha grabs the man by the back of his head and slams it face first onto the bar while still having a hold of his arm. The blonde mans friends start to make a move…
“Tell your boys to back off…” Alpha says to the guy.
The guy doesn’t say anything so Alpha wrenches on the guys arm.
“NOW!!!” Alpha yells.
The guy lets out another scream of pain before yelling to his friends, “BACK OFF GUYS!!! HE’LL BREAK MY DAMN ARM!!!”
The friends decide to back off. Alpha leans down to the guys ear while keeping him in place.
“Now let The Alpha Dog tell you something. First off, you ever say this shit is choreography in The Alpha Dogs hearing zone again, he will take your arm with him. Second, when a man as dangerous as The Alpha Dog tells you to back off, it’s better to back off. And third…”
The Alpha Dog holds up his head and thinks for a moment.
“Huh…DON’T BE SUCH A DOUCHEBAG!!!” Alpha yells before slamming the mans head into the bar.
He lets go of the unconscious mans hair, in which now has a big spot of red in it from Alphas hand, and grabs the bottle of Crown Royale. He walks over to the door of the bar, kicks it open, and then leaves.