Post by Winston Wilson on Nov 5, 2018 17:40:58 GMT -5
The Pour Taproom 10:00 pm
7 Falls Park Drive Greenville SC.
It's getting on in the evening and though it's late in the evening the and is still very full and certainly very active. A number of PCW staff can been seen hanging out here in their off time.
Men and women line the wooden picnic style tables that fill the hall from door to door. The bar itself is tastefully decorated and very modern.
The walls and floor are polished hardwood and very sleek. Along one wall is a row of beer taps that strech all the way from one end to the other. Each tap has a brew assigned to it that is written in a nice font on a wooden plaque above.
Jugs of beer and plated meals spread themselves on the table being consumed over busy and loud conversation. As things carry on the door to the Taproom opens and a huge figure hulks in the doorway almost blocking it completely.
Stepping forward into the bar the door closes behind him and he strolls in smiling as he goes. People cast glances and huahed whispers in his direction clearly not used to seeing someone like him in a place like this and a town like this.
He pays them no mind but goes about his business as he continues a rather attractive blonde comes up to him and smiles.
He looks kindly at her and smiles back.
"Hello sir welcome to the Pour Taproom."
She hands him a long cylindrical glass pointing at the tap wall and also a black electronic bracelet with a large screen and a chip on the underside.
“This is your bracelet it will pour your beer for you simply go up to the tap you want put your glass underneath and scan to get and of the amazing selection of beers we have here on tap”
The man smiles and nods and the blonde walks away continuing to serve other customers as they need her. The man turns his attention to the wall and smiles. After s long day a light refreshments is exactly what he needs to take off the stress and relax.
He wanders over to the wall and peruses the brews on offer before going with a nice refreshing malt beer. Carefully place the glass there is a beep and a buzz and slowly a stream of amber liquid finds its way down into his glass.
Beer in hand he goes and sits down at the table and starts sipping it enjoying the smooth tatatw as it slides down his throat. In the corner a group of men chatter away and point at him. Winston noticed this but simply continues to enjoy his beverage.
Some time passes by and more and the groups rowdiness starts to escalate as they become more inebriated. They stand up and boldly come over to where Winston is sitting and surround him. One of the PCW crew pulls out a phone and begins to record what's going on.
“Hey you!” The leader of the group shouts his words slurred and his eyes glazed. He has a cruel smile on his face.
The bar tender moves to pick up the phone and call the police but his manager stops him with a shake of the head. He seems to think that this situation will resolve itself.
“Just watch” Everyone around is watching the scene and though they won’t do anything they know that something is definitely about to go down.
“Me?” Winston replies politely
“Yes you! I don’t like your kind coming around here. You don’t belong in here.”
“Sir this is a public place and I am entitled to be here and enjoy my evening now if you will excuse me I am going to finish my beer”
Winston turns away and picks up his beer again and continues drinking it. The leader glares at him and as Winston raises his glass a hand comes flying across with a whoosh and sends the glass sailing across the room where it shatters littering the floor with broken glass.
Somewhat annoyed Winston looks at the man but doesn’t get aggressive or angry he simply won’t be baited into a fight.
“Are you deaf? “I said your kind aren’t welcome here. Now get out of here before me and my friends throw you out."
Winston sits there refusing to move and simply folds his arms daring them to try something.
The leader gets angry now and shouts so loud there isn't a single person in the bar that doesn't hear it.
"I SAID GET OUT YOU N****
He throws a ham fisted punch directly towards Winston who for a man his size reacts with insane reflexes and just seconds before the punch would land title his head to avoid it.
Before the racist can understand what he's done Winston stands up to his full 6"4 inch height and grabs the man and lurches forward conecting with a solid headbutt that makes a crunchy sound crushing his nose. The man collapses to the floor holding his face yelling and moaning.
""Get this c*** He yells and his friends start in on Winston who quickly backs up and gets ready for another attsck. The first hillbilly charges in but Winston is ready and lowers his shoulder and simply back body drops the thug who goes high into the air and bounces off the table like a tennis ball
His mates then attack together throwing punches with a roar Winston shoves one away and grabs the other before body slamming him down to the floor HARD.
Another grabs a bar stool and tries to hit him but it's grabbed by Winston who simply overwhelms him yanking the stool out of his hands with ease as if it were a child holding it. He swings the stool catching the guy in the stomach doubling him over before slamming it across his back breaking it in two.
The last jerk looks at his friends and thinks better of it running out the door as fast as he can go. Winston shakes his head sadly and decides to leave the bar his quiet evening now ruined.
The PCW staffer runs up to him and with his phone still recording asks him
"Hey aren't you the new guy who just signed up to PCW?"
"Yes" he replies "My name is Winston Wilson and I have a match this week against PCW veteran Tyrone Smith."
"I saw what happened with the those assholes. You really cleaned thier clocks!"
"I only acted in self defense and quite frankly from the abhorent racist language they were using it sounds like some needed to teach them a lesson.
Tyrone I look forward to meeting you in that ring on Trauma then I can show you what I can bring to the PCW Arena. This is just a taste of what happens when I get the chance.
I heard that you said I’m nothing but a stain under your boot and that I’ll be begging for mercy?
Those are some very bold words for someone like you. You’d think a seasoned veteran would know not to underestimate his opponent especially when as you have said that I am nothing.
Thing is you don’t know me either.
You don’t know MY story. Where I have come from where I have been and what I have accomplished and what I’ll do to get to the top and be the absolute BEST PCW has to offer the fans.
You know nothing but you will soon be enlightened.
Good luck and I'll see you there"
The PCW staffer shuts his phone and smiles as he watches Winston leave the bar.
7 Falls Park Drive Greenville SC.
It's getting on in the evening and though it's late in the evening the and is still very full and certainly very active. A number of PCW staff can been seen hanging out here in their off time.
Men and women line the wooden picnic style tables that fill the hall from door to door. The bar itself is tastefully decorated and very modern.
The walls and floor are polished hardwood and very sleek. Along one wall is a row of beer taps that strech all the way from one end to the other. Each tap has a brew assigned to it that is written in a nice font on a wooden plaque above.
Jugs of beer and plated meals spread themselves on the table being consumed over busy and loud conversation. As things carry on the door to the Taproom opens and a huge figure hulks in the doorway almost blocking it completely.
Stepping forward into the bar the door closes behind him and he strolls in smiling as he goes. People cast glances and huahed whispers in his direction clearly not used to seeing someone like him in a place like this and a town like this.
He pays them no mind but goes about his business as he continues a rather attractive blonde comes up to him and smiles.
He looks kindly at her and smiles back.
"Hello sir welcome to the Pour Taproom."
She hands him a long cylindrical glass pointing at the tap wall and also a black electronic bracelet with a large screen and a chip on the underside.
“This is your bracelet it will pour your beer for you simply go up to the tap you want put your glass underneath and scan to get and of the amazing selection of beers we have here on tap”
The man smiles and nods and the blonde walks away continuing to serve other customers as they need her. The man turns his attention to the wall and smiles. After s long day a light refreshments is exactly what he needs to take off the stress and relax.
He wanders over to the wall and peruses the brews on offer before going with a nice refreshing malt beer. Carefully place the glass there is a beep and a buzz and slowly a stream of amber liquid finds its way down into his glass.
Beer in hand he goes and sits down at the table and starts sipping it enjoying the smooth tatatw as it slides down his throat. In the corner a group of men chatter away and point at him. Winston noticed this but simply continues to enjoy his beverage.
Some time passes by and more and the groups rowdiness starts to escalate as they become more inebriated. They stand up and boldly come over to where Winston is sitting and surround him. One of the PCW crew pulls out a phone and begins to record what's going on.
“Hey you!” The leader of the group shouts his words slurred and his eyes glazed. He has a cruel smile on his face.
The bar tender moves to pick up the phone and call the police but his manager stops him with a shake of the head. He seems to think that this situation will resolve itself.
“Just watch” Everyone around is watching the scene and though they won’t do anything they know that something is definitely about to go down.
“Me?” Winston replies politely
“Yes you! I don’t like your kind coming around here. You don’t belong in here.”
“Sir this is a public place and I am entitled to be here and enjoy my evening now if you will excuse me I am going to finish my beer”
Winston turns away and picks up his beer again and continues drinking it. The leader glares at him and as Winston raises his glass a hand comes flying across with a whoosh and sends the glass sailing across the room where it shatters littering the floor with broken glass.
Somewhat annoyed Winston looks at the man but doesn’t get aggressive or angry he simply won’t be baited into a fight.
“Are you deaf? “I said your kind aren’t welcome here. Now get out of here before me and my friends throw you out."
Winston sits there refusing to move and simply folds his arms daring them to try something.
The leader gets angry now and shouts so loud there isn't a single person in the bar that doesn't hear it.
"I SAID GET OUT YOU N****
He throws a ham fisted punch directly towards Winston who for a man his size reacts with insane reflexes and just seconds before the punch would land title his head to avoid it.
Before the racist can understand what he's done Winston stands up to his full 6"4 inch height and grabs the man and lurches forward conecting with a solid headbutt that makes a crunchy sound crushing his nose. The man collapses to the floor holding his face yelling and moaning.
""Get this c*** He yells and his friends start in on Winston who quickly backs up and gets ready for another attsck. The first hillbilly charges in but Winston is ready and lowers his shoulder and simply back body drops the thug who goes high into the air and bounces off the table like a tennis ball
His mates then attack together throwing punches with a roar Winston shoves one away and grabs the other before body slamming him down to the floor HARD.
Another grabs a bar stool and tries to hit him but it's grabbed by Winston who simply overwhelms him yanking the stool out of his hands with ease as if it were a child holding it. He swings the stool catching the guy in the stomach doubling him over before slamming it across his back breaking it in two.
The last jerk looks at his friends and thinks better of it running out the door as fast as he can go. Winston shakes his head sadly and decides to leave the bar his quiet evening now ruined.
The PCW staffer runs up to him and with his phone still recording asks him
"Hey aren't you the new guy who just signed up to PCW?"
"Yes" he replies "My name is Winston Wilson and I have a match this week against PCW veteran Tyrone Smith."
"I saw what happened with the those assholes. You really cleaned thier clocks!"
"I only acted in self defense and quite frankly from the abhorent racist language they were using it sounds like some needed to teach them a lesson.
Tyrone I look forward to meeting you in that ring on Trauma then I can show you what I can bring to the PCW Arena. This is just a taste of what happens when I get the chance.
I heard that you said I’m nothing but a stain under your boot and that I’ll be begging for mercy?
Those are some very bold words for someone like you. You’d think a seasoned veteran would know not to underestimate his opponent especially when as you have said that I am nothing.
Thing is you don’t know me either.
You don’t know MY story. Where I have come from where I have been and what I have accomplished and what I’ll do to get to the top and be the absolute BEST PCW has to offer the fans.
You know nothing but you will soon be enlightened.
Good luck and I'll see you there"
The PCW staffer shuts his phone and smiles as he watches Winston leave the bar.