...Alaska…Unaka's Igloo Bar…a few days before New Year's Brawl 2023..
David had been scouting Unaka's Igloo for a few days, his target was inside or that's what the informant had said, but David hadn't seen her come or go during his stake out. He really hated bail bond jumpers with a passion and this little philly had a big price tag on her. Annie Day from Sparta North Carolina (David's hometown and stomping grounds) robbed two banks and killed a man, her lover and partner to be exact, got caught going into Virginia and her lawyer daddy paid some serious money to grease the palms so his little girl got bonded then she skips town. Now daddy and the state were sending one of their best to collect, David Keith Slam the 3rd, or just David or Slam3.
David was a former Pinkerton until about a year ago when he left the private company to work for his Daddy and his thing which David had never questioned his Daddy had always just been a voice over the phone he'd point and David did. He even dabbled in some of what his family was known for, wrestling. A 3rd generation 3rd son. David wasn't nothing special but the boy knew how to brawl, fuck, and fight..while he could dish it out David could certainly take it too. A flash of dark hair and the tossing cigarette caught David's attention he saw just the tail end of a nice phat ass in jeans as it retreated inside from the back. It wasn't much and he'd Don decided Annie must be laying low INSIDE.
David climbed out of his truck landing boots first on the snow covered parking lot top and put his cowboy hat on (a sharp expensive white one; cause all good cowboys wore white) before heading inside. It was warm and cozy inside, a man with a very Russian accent greeted David.
Bartender: ”Come in Comrade! Dee beer iz alwayz cawld here friend, Imma Inaka!”
It wasn't very packed, few women in the age range of Annie, haggard old battle axes with more ash than cigarettes hanging from their mouths. The usual local yokals his Daddy probably would have said. Still David took a seat at the bar.
Slam3: ”Thanks Inaka, just a burger and a beer friend.”
Inaka winked, a small flat top old, worn and definitely in the condition to fry a mean burger.
Inaka: ”I was wondering when you'd be joining us friend, yer truck has been seen a few nights in the parking lot, shy?”
That put David on edge. He chuckled.
Slam3: ”I'm just a drifter man..driftin’ through and chilling, it's not illegal.”
Inaka: ”No! Of course not, we see drifters all the time comrade…all forms of unsavory yes, but you freak the locals out. Makes them think stalker, cringe, it's nice to put face to strangers.”
Inaka had slapped the patty down and leaned against the bar sliding David a glass bottle of beer. His phone began to ring and he held up a finger to pause the conversation with Inaka, he then slide a Bluetooth in his ear.
Slam3: ”yellloww it's David…Daddy! Hey ol'man what's up?....yeah, does it pay?...oh! You wanna meet me in Canada?...”
Something had changed for David during the conversation, his eyes were wet and shiny the kind of look a boy got when his daddy handed him his first bb gun on a snowy Christmas day? Or like when a dad who is so distant he's lived in a different country since you was a boy and you'd only talked to him over the phone and now he wants to see you in Canada so he's healing some childhood trauma…but David didn't notice Annie and her steak knife sneaking up behind him…no David was enthralled by childhood healing.
Slam3: ”I can be onna plane tomarry mornin’ if yo- GAGGLED COCK SWANS!”
Annie stabbed David in the shoulder.
Slam3: ”THIS BITCH JUST STABBED ME! NO! NO I'M GOOD…”
David with the beer bottle in hand smashes the beer off of her head, but Annie was an animal it seemed and she screamed like a cornered badger!
Slam3: ”Uh no I used the beer bottle daddy she's fuckin mad…”
Annie jumped on David, legs locked around his waist, and clawing like a wild fucking banshee! David is doing all in his power to fend off the attack wrestling a hand around her throat attempting to strangle her.
Slam3: ”Canada! No…that's fine…I'll be there….”
David could tell she was fading, he had to hold on even as she started to claw at his face and spitting. Driving her back still wrapped around him David plowed Annie into a jukebox in the back smashing it in with both their bodies.
”You ain't nothin’ but a hound dog,
Cryin’ all the time!”
Hound Dog began to play on the jukebox as David stood up out of it wreckage, Annie on the other hand was knocked out.
”...you ain't never caught a rabbit,
You ain't not friend of mine!”
Inaka: ”you fixa the jukebox buddy, the drinks are on me! Just clean your mess….yes?”
David glared at Inaka.
Slam3: ”...knocked out…yup he knew…see ya soon daddy…”
David started toward the bar, hands bawling into fists.
”Well, they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah, they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah, you ain't never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine!”
The night ends with grotesque violence and a $50,000 reward for Annie.
The scene opens on a very bundled David Slam III, the wind whips and howls around him cutting skin like a fucking knife or thousands of needles that alternated in severity. Blue eyes show a lighter side to the young man, vibrant and wild as he stares at the camera.
Slam3: ”Howdy ya’ buncha shit bags! I'm David or Slam, third generation and third in name…and that should mean something right? Someone arta know a little something about me, about the Slam name but yall might not know shit and that's a problem! Is that why I'm here? Maybe! Could I just be here cause my daddy needs me to be here? Maybe! Is it because the name God buried needs to be kept knocked down like God damn kudzu in the hills of the Appalachian foothills? ……maaaaybe?! The truth is, this is all about breaking a generational curse…kicking asses…and legacies..ain't that something anyone with a last name wants? A fucking legacy! My grand daddy had one, my daddy, and WUK…The Third wants his! I want to be the man who kept Donzig and his fuck around gang crawlin’ about in the trenches…in the mud…in the shit that theh cause…and that's what this Legacy is gonna do…see ya soon…Saskatoon…”
