Post by G-Dawg on Mar 20, 2007 16:30:01 GMT -5
Pain, pain was all he felt for a few brief seconds, and then it was all numb. He hit the ground quickly, and blood spewed from his before it even made contact with the unforgiving pavement. The sound of the gunshot was still loud in his ears, he was lying there dead yet he still heard the ringing and felt the bullet going through his skull. But how did we get here, what happened to this man, and what in gods name had he done to deserve it?
Jason was walking through the halls of his home when his phone rang. He let out a slow sigh as he trotted back from where he had come from in the first place. The second he got to the phone it stopped ringing and he let out a low curse. He hadn’t a clue why he simply muttered it; he was the only one at the home and had been for years now. As he began to walk out he heard it ring once more, he quickly turned back around and went for the phone. It was simply the voice mail, he listened a bit then halfway through his jaw dropped. “Mother fucker” was all he could say as he hung up the phone before he even finished hearing the message. He threw his phone across the room and it slammed against the corner of the wall and broke into piece which flew all over the room. He threw a punch at the wall, leaving a small indention and a numbing pain in his fist. He leaned against it and let out a long breath of desperation, he had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this….
Days Before…
Jason packed up his laptop, after briefly checking the XVI homepage and seeing that he was all set to take on the XVI World Champion in a non-title match inside of a cage this week. He was thrilled to finally get the opportunity of facing the champion, but also a bit nervous due to not facing somebody of Mental’s caliber since his return to the ring. He also had other things to deal with, Mental just being crowned the new leader of the VNB and now the new self proclaimed “Ruler of All”, and G-Dawg was the first man he would be facing with the title to his name. He put the computer into a drawer near his desk and he propped his feet up on his desk and buried his face in his hands. He hadn’t slept for days, old memories were running through his mind and he was trying his damnedest to get them out of there. He was remembering back in the day, when he was nothing more than some “thug” on the streets. He remembered the gunshots that rang through his ears when he’d walk into the streets, he remembered the adrenaline rush you got when you’d just run from a store with your pockets full of cash. The sad thing was, was that he kind of missed it. All he has is wrestling now, he longs for something more. He’s got his way of venting his frustrations out, and that’s inside of the ring. But he doesn’t have anything to call his own anymore; he has nothing aside from the ring and the ring…simply won’t cut it anymore.
He picked up the phone and rang up a man he used to know, he had to be in at least his 50’s by now. When his mother went to jail for the death of his father, this man was the only person around to console him at all, and while it probably turned out for the worst, it was better than nothing at that point. Erich Brunson was his name, he ran a small gang up in Charlotte, North Carolina and basically took kids off of the streets and got them into what they really had no need of getting into. It was a way of life, and Jason had begun to miss it. Erich picked up and the two began to chat a bit about what has happened in since those days, how things are back in Charlotte, how the wrestling life is treating Jason, and many other things. He cut straight to the point with a simple question, what would it take to get back in?
//Erich\\
Well, Jay, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. In all fairness, I really don’t see you fitting in here too well. I mean, you’ve softened up quite a bit judging by your uhh, profession.
//Jason\\
What the fuck are you getting at Erich? Are you trying to say that I’m not welcome anymore, fuck, I’m the guy that put you shits on the map and you’re sitting here declining me.
//Erich\\
Hey, don’t get cocky with me you fucking cunt. You act like I can’t come up there and fucking kill you whenever I please to do so. So watch your god damn mouth when you’re speaking to me.
//Jason\\
You’ll regret this Erich, mark my words. You’ll wish you’d never said that.
//Erich\\
Right, of course I will. Now how about you go home, weep about your mum gutting your fuckin’ worthless father, then oil up and do your “wrestling” bit. Get that shit out of here, you’re nothing to me and you always were.
Jason slams the phone down in anger, leaving a small crack on the back of it. “That son of a bitch, that son…of…a…bitch”. Jason puts his phone into his pocket and walks out of the door and slams it behind him. He walks at a brisk pace to his car and shuts the door behind him. He begins to drive off and his phone rings once more. He’s getting ready to scream as he answers it and notices its Mak, and tries to calm himself down a bit.
//Mak\\
Hey, Dawg. You see the card yet?
//G-Dawg\\
Yea, man. Mental? That’s gonna be fuckin’ nice. Not only prepping for that cage match of mine at the pay-per-view, but getting ready for that nice feeling of beating Mental for the gold that will be coming oh so soon.
//Mak\\
Hah, don’t get ahead of yourself there Jay. If you can beat Mental we’ll see what we can do about putting you back into the title picture, because trust me I want to see gold around that waist of yours too. You were one of the originals back in WCXF, and you seem to be the only one who hasn’t had a taste of the sweet life yet. Let’s see if you can do so here.
Jason chuckles a bit and tells Mak that he’s going to be out of town dealing with some “business for a bit” and that he might not be able to answer his phone if he’s needed. Mak says he’ll let him know if anything else comes up, then says his goodbyes. Jason lets out another sigh and begins to drive down the highway, heading to Charlotte with one thing on his mind…revenge.
“Welcome To Charlotte” was what the sign read. It has been thousands of miles and he finally made it. He looked in the seat beside him and sees the Desert Eagle .50 sitting nicely in the seat. He smirks and chuckles to himself before he turns off on an exit and heads for the home of an old “friend”, Jared Thompson. It takes a mere ten minutes to get to the Thompson home, he sees one lone car in the driveway, he puts the Eagle into his hoodie and walks out of the car and up the sidewalk. He knocks on the door and waits for somebody to answer. Its nearly a minute before a voice is heard ‘Who the fuck is it’. “Just open the god damn door” is all that Jason mutters back. The door swings open and Jared is standing there with a wife beater on and he’s zipping up his pants.
//Jared\\
Who the fuck are you?
//Jason\\
Ah, you don’t remember me? Jason Golden.
//Jared\\
Oh, Jay. What the fuck is up man, how you been. Excuse me, this isn’t uhh, a good time for me.
As he finishes speaking a woman without her top on is seen walking from a hallway and she peeks her head out and asks who is at the door. “No one babe, get back in bed and I’ll be right there”. She has trashy red lipstick, which is smeared around her lips, messed up brown hair, and thick eyeliner on. “Well you best hurry the fuck up, I ain’t gonna stay horny forever, y’know”. “Ok, just get back in bed!” Jared turns around and Jason stands there shocked. He rubs his chin a bit then knocks firmly on the door again. Jared turns around and stares at him with an awkward look on his face.
//Jared\\
Didn’t you just fuckin’ hear me? I said this ain’t a good time damnit!
Jason thrusts the door open, pulls out the Eagle and places it firmly in his hands. Jared’s eyes grow large and he stops in his tracks. Jason places both hands on the gun and holds it up, aiming straight for Jared’s head.
//Jason\\
“We aren’t doing this on your fucking time, Jared. You’re going to tell me where the fuck Erich Brunson is and if you don’t then I blow your fucking head off with this .50 Desert Eagle? So did you fuckin’ hear that?!”
Jared slowly nods his head and gives the directions as to where he can find Erich. Jason nods slowly along with it, as Jared finishes up Jason lets him know that if anybody finds out about this then he’s coming back, and he won’t be coming alone. Jared gulps and nods as he slowly makes his way back to the bedroom where his trashy slut is awaiting him. Jason turns around and slams the door, puts the gun into his glove compartment, and heads off to find Erich and hopes to end this little rivalry once and for all.
Jason was walking through the halls of his home when his phone rang. He let out a slow sigh as he trotted back from where he had come from in the first place. The second he got to the phone it stopped ringing and he let out a low curse. He hadn’t a clue why he simply muttered it; he was the only one at the home and had been for years now. As he began to walk out he heard it ring once more, he quickly turned back around and went for the phone. It was simply the voice mail, he listened a bit then halfway through his jaw dropped. “Mother fucker” was all he could say as he hung up the phone before he even finished hearing the message. He threw his phone across the room and it slammed against the corner of the wall and broke into piece which flew all over the room. He threw a punch at the wall, leaving a small indention and a numbing pain in his fist. He leaned against it and let out a long breath of desperation, he had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this….
Days Before…
Jason packed up his laptop, after briefly checking the XVI homepage and seeing that he was all set to take on the XVI World Champion in a non-title match inside of a cage this week. He was thrilled to finally get the opportunity of facing the champion, but also a bit nervous due to not facing somebody of Mental’s caliber since his return to the ring. He also had other things to deal with, Mental just being crowned the new leader of the VNB and now the new self proclaimed “Ruler of All”, and G-Dawg was the first man he would be facing with the title to his name. He put the computer into a drawer near his desk and he propped his feet up on his desk and buried his face in his hands. He hadn’t slept for days, old memories were running through his mind and he was trying his damnedest to get them out of there. He was remembering back in the day, when he was nothing more than some “thug” on the streets. He remembered the gunshots that rang through his ears when he’d walk into the streets, he remembered the adrenaline rush you got when you’d just run from a store with your pockets full of cash. The sad thing was, was that he kind of missed it. All he has is wrestling now, he longs for something more. He’s got his way of venting his frustrations out, and that’s inside of the ring. But he doesn’t have anything to call his own anymore; he has nothing aside from the ring and the ring…simply won’t cut it anymore.
He picked up the phone and rang up a man he used to know, he had to be in at least his 50’s by now. When his mother went to jail for the death of his father, this man was the only person around to console him at all, and while it probably turned out for the worst, it was better than nothing at that point. Erich Brunson was his name, he ran a small gang up in Charlotte, North Carolina and basically took kids off of the streets and got them into what they really had no need of getting into. It was a way of life, and Jason had begun to miss it. Erich picked up and the two began to chat a bit about what has happened in since those days, how things are back in Charlotte, how the wrestling life is treating Jason, and many other things. He cut straight to the point with a simple question, what would it take to get back in?
//Erich\\
Well, Jay, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. In all fairness, I really don’t see you fitting in here too well. I mean, you’ve softened up quite a bit judging by your uhh, profession.
//Jason\\
What the fuck are you getting at Erich? Are you trying to say that I’m not welcome anymore, fuck, I’m the guy that put you shits on the map and you’re sitting here declining me.
//Erich\\
Hey, don’t get cocky with me you fucking cunt. You act like I can’t come up there and fucking kill you whenever I please to do so. So watch your god damn mouth when you’re speaking to me.
//Jason\\
You’ll regret this Erich, mark my words. You’ll wish you’d never said that.
//Erich\\
Right, of course I will. Now how about you go home, weep about your mum gutting your fuckin’ worthless father, then oil up and do your “wrestling” bit. Get that shit out of here, you’re nothing to me and you always were.
Jason slams the phone down in anger, leaving a small crack on the back of it. “That son of a bitch, that son…of…a…bitch”. Jason puts his phone into his pocket and walks out of the door and slams it behind him. He walks at a brisk pace to his car and shuts the door behind him. He begins to drive off and his phone rings once more. He’s getting ready to scream as he answers it and notices its Mak, and tries to calm himself down a bit.
//Mak\\
Hey, Dawg. You see the card yet?
//G-Dawg\\
Yea, man. Mental? That’s gonna be fuckin’ nice. Not only prepping for that cage match of mine at the pay-per-view, but getting ready for that nice feeling of beating Mental for the gold that will be coming oh so soon.
//Mak\\
Hah, don’t get ahead of yourself there Jay. If you can beat Mental we’ll see what we can do about putting you back into the title picture, because trust me I want to see gold around that waist of yours too. You were one of the originals back in WCXF, and you seem to be the only one who hasn’t had a taste of the sweet life yet. Let’s see if you can do so here.
Jason chuckles a bit and tells Mak that he’s going to be out of town dealing with some “business for a bit” and that he might not be able to answer his phone if he’s needed. Mak says he’ll let him know if anything else comes up, then says his goodbyes. Jason lets out another sigh and begins to drive down the highway, heading to Charlotte with one thing on his mind…revenge.
“Welcome To Charlotte” was what the sign read. It has been thousands of miles and he finally made it. He looked in the seat beside him and sees the Desert Eagle .50 sitting nicely in the seat. He smirks and chuckles to himself before he turns off on an exit and heads for the home of an old “friend”, Jared Thompson. It takes a mere ten minutes to get to the Thompson home, he sees one lone car in the driveway, he puts the Eagle into his hoodie and walks out of the car and up the sidewalk. He knocks on the door and waits for somebody to answer. Its nearly a minute before a voice is heard ‘Who the fuck is it’. “Just open the god damn door” is all that Jason mutters back. The door swings open and Jared is standing there with a wife beater on and he’s zipping up his pants.
//Jared\\
Who the fuck are you?
//Jason\\
Ah, you don’t remember me? Jason Golden.
//Jared\\
Oh, Jay. What the fuck is up man, how you been. Excuse me, this isn’t uhh, a good time for me.
As he finishes speaking a woman without her top on is seen walking from a hallway and she peeks her head out and asks who is at the door. “No one babe, get back in bed and I’ll be right there”. She has trashy red lipstick, which is smeared around her lips, messed up brown hair, and thick eyeliner on. “Well you best hurry the fuck up, I ain’t gonna stay horny forever, y’know”. “Ok, just get back in bed!” Jared turns around and Jason stands there shocked. He rubs his chin a bit then knocks firmly on the door again. Jared turns around and stares at him with an awkward look on his face.
//Jared\\
Didn’t you just fuckin’ hear me? I said this ain’t a good time damnit!
Jason thrusts the door open, pulls out the Eagle and places it firmly in his hands. Jared’s eyes grow large and he stops in his tracks. Jason places both hands on the gun and holds it up, aiming straight for Jared’s head.
//Jason\\
“We aren’t doing this on your fucking time, Jared. You’re going to tell me where the fuck Erich Brunson is and if you don’t then I blow your fucking head off with this .50 Desert Eagle? So did you fuckin’ hear that?!”
Jared slowly nods his head and gives the directions as to where he can find Erich. Jason nods slowly along with it, as Jared finishes up Jason lets him know that if anybody finds out about this then he’s coming back, and he won’t be coming alone. Jared gulps and nods as he slowly makes his way back to the bedroom where his trashy slut is awaiting him. Jason turns around and slams the door, puts the gun into his glove compartment, and heads off to find Erich and hopes to end this little rivalry once and for all.
ok this is merely part one, there is more to come.
