Post by G-Dawg on Mar 24, 2007 22:07:42 GMT -5
A car is seen pulling up to an old house on the outskirts of Charlotte. The home has shutters hanging down, nearly falling off, and rotted wood on the porch. The steps have holes, the door has chipped paint, the house in general looks like shit. The homes around it aren’t in much better conditions, they’ve either got holes in the roofs, walls, or windows and nearly all of them have at one point contained corpses inside of them. Needless to say, this is a bad part of town, so when a black Jeep Cherokee is seen pulling up, people know that something odd is about to go down. People are seen popping their heads out from their windows, doors, anywhere they were recently hiding behind after hearing the revving of a motor coming. Jason wastes no time pulling the gun out from his hoodie, the people openly walk out with the sight of the gun, staring attentively at the home of what appears to be Erich Brunson. He doesn’t bother knocking on the door, he kicks the handle and the door flies open. Brunson is seen lying on the couch with his small television, sitting on a banana box, tuned to Maury. He stands up and looks at this man who he doesn’t even recognize staring him down with a Desert Eagle pointed straight at him. He begins to back up slowly until Jason charges at him and throws a hard right hand to his face. Erich falls to the ground and crawls into his kitchen.
Jason follows right after and grabs Erich by the legs and pulls him back. He kicks him hard in the ribs, causing him to double over in pain. Jason holds the gun out, pointed firmly at Erich’s temple, not even knowing what he’s going to do next.
//Erich\\
Who…in the fuck…are you?
Jason chuckles a bit, almost manically. It gets to the point where he is just outright laughing, laughing at the absurdity of this man’s question. He gets a few more good laughs in before he lets out a last sigh and points the gun right back at his face.
//Jason\\
I do believe that I told you that you’d regret those words you’d spoken, Mr. Brunson. See, I don’t take very kindly to people talking down on me, and I won’t refrain from doing something about it, especially if I know that the man saying doesn’t have the balls to back up what he says, and would simply get his lackeys to do it for him. So I decided that the best way to confront you is to find you when you’d be least expecting me; when you don’t have your boys around to protect you. So, Erich what’s it gonna be. Are you going to just sit here, and die cowering on the ground in front of this gun, or will you go out fighting like a man.
Erich gulps a bit and staggers to his feet. Droplets of sweat are beginning to make their way down his face. He slowly staggers into the corner of the kitchen and reaches into the drawer. He pulls out a butchers knife and basically swings at Jason with it, just doing anything to keep him far away.
//Jason\\
Have you lost your mind, Erich? You’re literally bringing a knife to a gun fight here, it seems almost as if you’re wanting to go out this way aren’t you. You’ve been wanting to die in a blaze of glory, with guns going off and you fighting like hell to stay alive. Well I won’t give you the satisfaction of that, I’m going to wait. I’m going to wait until you’re the most vulnerable that you’ve ever been, and then is when I’ll make my move. That is when you’re going to get seven rounds out of this Eagle pumped into your body, and we’re going to see just how much fun it is when you fuck around with me.
Erich gulps one last time and Jason backs out of the house, with his gun still aimed at Erich. As he goes to turn around to walk out, Erich lunges from him, almost instinctively, Jason turns back around and fires off what was meant to be a warning shot, but it catches Erich right in the shoulder. A loud thump is heard of Erich hitting the floor and Jason merely smiles as he walks out of the house. Erich is holding his shoulder, with blood pouring onto the ground and Jason gets into his Jeep and begins to drive off.
Jason sets the gun back into the glove compartment and notices a few of the people heading back into their houses. They heard merely one gunshot and figured that Erich had been taken out, execution style. Jason drove off and pulled into an old dump. There were remnants of everything from cars to just plain old garbage. Jason pulls the gun out once more and puts it back into his hoodie pocket and sits outside of his car. He sits on the ground, with his head propped up against the door of the Cherokee and his hood covering his head. He pulls the gun out and looks straight ahead.
//G-Dawg\\
Intimidation, it’s a factor in the majority of the decisions that people make in their lives. If you see a man abusing his wife, you want to say something but realize that this man is capably of physically abusing you just as bad as her, but you don’t say anything. You see a store being robbed, but realize that if you did a thing to stop it, you’d be shot on the spot and most likely killed. You remember it from back on the playground when you were a child. Wanted to take your turn on the swing sets but right when you got up there one of the bigger kids pushed you down, but you daren’t say anything about it to him because he was bigger. Intimidation drives our lives in one way or another. Some are constantly being intimidated, and forced out of situations that could lead to their own success, and others…well they’re the intimidators. So here I am, mere days away from Side Effect and I’m facing the self proclaimed “Ruler Of All”. Well, the new ruler of all of course since the old man finally stepped down from his throne. So, of all the people in the company, in all of the people in this industry, he chooses Mental. Why, Jihad? That is all I have to say. That intimidation factor that I’ve been speaking of has just been lost. The VNB is no longer the most feared group anymore. I mean, they were run by the literal “Ruler Of All”, Jihad you had this industry wrapped around your finger and you choose to step down and allow this man to take your spot. You would make giants quiver, their knees would buckle and all you’d have done is just said a few words. What happened to that, what happened to the fear that you used to strike into people?
Jihad, my boy, you’ve lost it. You and all of the VNB lost the intimidation factor, at least in me. You put Johnny Mental at the helm of this thing, and it’s all downhill from there. You had Halo in the palm of your hands, tore the D.O.A apart at the seams, and you follow it up with what was supposed to be the biggest announcement in the history of the business, and you give us this bullshit. You give us Johnny Mental as the new Ruler Of All, more like biggest disappointment of all. You’ve got this thing all wrong. Why come in here, shake things up with the D.O.A and literally change the face of wrestling as we know it, then leave. Simply walk out and put Mental of all people in charge of your creation. It’s absurd really, that’s what it is. But I’m not here to ridicule you on your decisions; I’m here for your boy Mental. I’m here to change his opinion on the Dawg. I know Mental is sitting pretty in his new throne at the VNB Compound with a smirk on his face and no worry in his mind about this cage match he has coming up. What he doesn’t know, is that since the last time he saw me I’ve changed. I’m no longer the lowly scum of the WCXF who would talk all of this trash then get into the ring with the likes of Corpse and merely cower down and be defeated. Things have changed, and the tables have turned. I’m coming into this as an underdog in your eyes, aren’t I, Johnny? Well, look around you my boy, this is no underdog situation. All this is, is you being stuck into a situation that you aren’t ready for.
You’ve been handed this title in a brand new federation, you’ve got the big gold and you’re at the top of the company. You’re on a role here, then you get this offer from the VNB, an offer to be the leader and I’m sure you just creamed your pants didn’t you Johnny boy. You would have gotten on your knees and sucked of the Devil himself for that position, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t because god knows that anybody in their right minds wouldn’t have handed that throne to you. And I, well I’m simply here to prove that to you.
Jason takes the gun and beats it on the ground, not in a rough way but just in a way to pass the time. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of Marlboros. He beats the pack against the palm of his hand and pulls a lone cigarette out. He reaches into his hoodie and pulls out a zippo with a rebel flag on it. He flips it up and lights up his cigarette. He notices a car pulling up and places his cigarette on the ground for a moment and puts the gun back into his pocket. A man is seen stepping out of the car with his hands in his pockets. He looks to be about six foot five, a husky man. He’s got a large build, nearly three hundred and fifty or so pounds, nearly all fat. He’s out of shape, definitely, but he is sure to pack a punch. He slowly begins walking up the Jason, and another man is left in the car. The large man walks up to Jason and before any words are spoken he begins to swing. Jason ducks the punch and holds the gun immediately up to the man’s forehead.
//Jason\\
Try it again, and I’ll blow your fucking head off. Now I know you’re here with Erich, he’s sitting in the driver’s seat of that fucking car right now. So I want you to turn around slowly, and get him out of the car. If he doesn’t come out, then you’re both dead. If you can get him out, I let you live.
The man nods, turns around and heads to Erich’s black Pathfinder. He taps on the window and says a few words, Erich sits there in silence. He has tape on his shoulders from the bullet wound he received after his attempted “attack” on Jason. He’s got a solemn look on his face, and he looks as if he’s about to speak. Before the words can come out his mouth, he quickly switches to reverse and spins forward and drives off down the highway. The large man tries his best to catch up with the car, he runs as fast as his chubby legs can take him, which aren’t very far. Jason begins to sprint up to the man who is now on his knees. He is breathing heavily, out of breath from the short amount of time that he was “chasing” the car, though you could hardly call it chasing. It was more a futile attempt at catching up with it. He slowly turned his head around and saw Jason now simply walking towards his direction. He would have screamed had he been able to breath, but trying to would be a waste of energy. He knew what was about to come next, so he simply looked up at the sky and began to pray, pray for something or to get him out of this situation.
//Man\\
Oh, god, oh god please, don’t let this happen. Please don’t, I’ve got family, what will Barbara thing, OH GOD WHY?!
His sobs are faintly heard despite the fact that he is bawling. If Jason hadn’t planned on pulling the trigger, the man would probably run out of breath anyways. He is heaving, barely able to speak, but he continues to pray. He suddenly feels the cold steel of the gun against the back of his head. He stops breathing. He closes his eyes and looks up to the sky and asks a simple question, “Why?” The second that the thought leaves his mind, blood spews from his skull. A sound like an explosion echoes throughout the empty road. The man falls hard onto the concrete and the tears are still visible through the blood that covers his face. The highway is covered in a mixture of blood, tears, and a bit of his own vomit from where he had been sobbing so much. Jason looks down at the body, fully aware of what he just did, he knows that he’s just ended this mans life, caused his family grief that he couldn’t even begin to understand, and he seems to be ok with it.
Jason walks back to his Cherokee and sits inside of it. The gun is put back into the glove compartment and he drives off slowly in the opposite direction. He drives at a normal pace, nothing different than usual, so that there won’t be any unwanted attention directed towards him. He slowly turns into a parking lot and lets out a long sigh, having finally achieved what he had missed for so long, he had gotten that adrenaline rush back and he loved it.
//G-Dawg\\
So, Mental here I am. I’m sure at this point you’re sitting back with your boys without a care in the world. You’re wondering what method you’re going to use to take me out in this little cage match, and not even running the possibility of a loss through your mind. Yet, once more the intimidation factor comes in. It’s something that you think you have on your side, you think that the name VNB still strikes fear into the hearts of everyone, but Johnny boy, that’s not the case anymore. Your good old intimidation is gone, and its gone for good. You’ve been given a run for your money by Calaz, hell even Convict and now you’re just sitting here thinking that due to your title and your throne with the VNB that you are now the man to be feared. You really think that you’ve taken over Jihad’s place as the ruler of all. Well, Johnny boy you’ve lost that. You’re not half the man that he was and we all know that, deep down even you know it too. You know that you’ve got these massive shoes to fill, and that you’re simply to going to let everybody down again. And I enjoy knowing that, I enjoy knowing that in the end this is going to be a failure for you and everybody in the VNB. I love it, Johnny I really do. This is just a glorious time for me. You don’t know how good it’s going to feel, walking out of that cage and leaving your body in the canvas, bloodied and battered, not unlike that man lying in the highway right now. I’m guessing that right now somebody’s come by and found the body, much like how when I leave you lying inside of the ring along will come Jihad. Wondering what in the hell he has done in naming you as the leader after you’ve just been defeated by the “lowly G-Dawg”.
So, enjoy your sweet victory while you have it. Sip your wine, and throw your party, bask in the glory of being the head leader of the VNB, for your celebration won’t be as sweet after you’re in jeopardy of losing your title. When somebody takes down the beast known as Johnny Mental, he will immediately be given a shot at the title, and you know that. You know that after I win this thing, you’re title might not be around your waist for much longer. So savor it while it lasts, sit back and enjoy…for I’m about to crash your party. I’m about to show you just how important, that good ol’ intimidation factor, can truly be.
[/b][/color]Jason follows right after and grabs Erich by the legs and pulls him back. He kicks him hard in the ribs, causing him to double over in pain. Jason holds the gun out, pointed firmly at Erich’s temple, not even knowing what he’s going to do next.
//Erich\\
Who…in the fuck…are you?
Jason chuckles a bit, almost manically. It gets to the point where he is just outright laughing, laughing at the absurdity of this man’s question. He gets a few more good laughs in before he lets out a last sigh and points the gun right back at his face.
//Jason\\
I do believe that I told you that you’d regret those words you’d spoken, Mr. Brunson. See, I don’t take very kindly to people talking down on me, and I won’t refrain from doing something about it, especially if I know that the man saying doesn’t have the balls to back up what he says, and would simply get his lackeys to do it for him. So I decided that the best way to confront you is to find you when you’d be least expecting me; when you don’t have your boys around to protect you. So, Erich what’s it gonna be. Are you going to just sit here, and die cowering on the ground in front of this gun, or will you go out fighting like a man.
Erich gulps a bit and staggers to his feet. Droplets of sweat are beginning to make their way down his face. He slowly staggers into the corner of the kitchen and reaches into the drawer. He pulls out a butchers knife and basically swings at Jason with it, just doing anything to keep him far away.
//Jason\\
Have you lost your mind, Erich? You’re literally bringing a knife to a gun fight here, it seems almost as if you’re wanting to go out this way aren’t you. You’ve been wanting to die in a blaze of glory, with guns going off and you fighting like hell to stay alive. Well I won’t give you the satisfaction of that, I’m going to wait. I’m going to wait until you’re the most vulnerable that you’ve ever been, and then is when I’ll make my move. That is when you’re going to get seven rounds out of this Eagle pumped into your body, and we’re going to see just how much fun it is when you fuck around with me.
Erich gulps one last time and Jason backs out of the house, with his gun still aimed at Erich. As he goes to turn around to walk out, Erich lunges from him, almost instinctively, Jason turns back around and fires off what was meant to be a warning shot, but it catches Erich right in the shoulder. A loud thump is heard of Erich hitting the floor and Jason merely smiles as he walks out of the house. Erich is holding his shoulder, with blood pouring onto the ground and Jason gets into his Jeep and begins to drive off.
Jason sets the gun back into the glove compartment and notices a few of the people heading back into their houses. They heard merely one gunshot and figured that Erich had been taken out, execution style. Jason drove off and pulled into an old dump. There were remnants of everything from cars to just plain old garbage. Jason pulls the gun out once more and puts it back into his hoodie pocket and sits outside of his car. He sits on the ground, with his head propped up against the door of the Cherokee and his hood covering his head. He pulls the gun out and looks straight ahead.
//G-Dawg\\
Intimidation, it’s a factor in the majority of the decisions that people make in their lives. If you see a man abusing his wife, you want to say something but realize that this man is capably of physically abusing you just as bad as her, but you don’t say anything. You see a store being robbed, but realize that if you did a thing to stop it, you’d be shot on the spot and most likely killed. You remember it from back on the playground when you were a child. Wanted to take your turn on the swing sets but right when you got up there one of the bigger kids pushed you down, but you daren’t say anything about it to him because he was bigger. Intimidation drives our lives in one way or another. Some are constantly being intimidated, and forced out of situations that could lead to their own success, and others…well they’re the intimidators. So here I am, mere days away from Side Effect and I’m facing the self proclaimed “Ruler Of All”. Well, the new ruler of all of course since the old man finally stepped down from his throne. So, of all the people in the company, in all of the people in this industry, he chooses Mental. Why, Jihad? That is all I have to say. That intimidation factor that I’ve been speaking of has just been lost. The VNB is no longer the most feared group anymore. I mean, they were run by the literal “Ruler Of All”, Jihad you had this industry wrapped around your finger and you choose to step down and allow this man to take your spot. You would make giants quiver, their knees would buckle and all you’d have done is just said a few words. What happened to that, what happened to the fear that you used to strike into people?
Jihad, my boy, you’ve lost it. You and all of the VNB lost the intimidation factor, at least in me. You put Johnny Mental at the helm of this thing, and it’s all downhill from there. You had Halo in the palm of your hands, tore the D.O.A apart at the seams, and you follow it up with what was supposed to be the biggest announcement in the history of the business, and you give us this bullshit. You give us Johnny Mental as the new Ruler Of All, more like biggest disappointment of all. You’ve got this thing all wrong. Why come in here, shake things up with the D.O.A and literally change the face of wrestling as we know it, then leave. Simply walk out and put Mental of all people in charge of your creation. It’s absurd really, that’s what it is. But I’m not here to ridicule you on your decisions; I’m here for your boy Mental. I’m here to change his opinion on the Dawg. I know Mental is sitting pretty in his new throne at the VNB Compound with a smirk on his face and no worry in his mind about this cage match he has coming up. What he doesn’t know, is that since the last time he saw me I’ve changed. I’m no longer the lowly scum of the WCXF who would talk all of this trash then get into the ring with the likes of Corpse and merely cower down and be defeated. Things have changed, and the tables have turned. I’m coming into this as an underdog in your eyes, aren’t I, Johnny? Well, look around you my boy, this is no underdog situation. All this is, is you being stuck into a situation that you aren’t ready for.
You’ve been handed this title in a brand new federation, you’ve got the big gold and you’re at the top of the company. You’re on a role here, then you get this offer from the VNB, an offer to be the leader and I’m sure you just creamed your pants didn’t you Johnny boy. You would have gotten on your knees and sucked of the Devil himself for that position, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t because god knows that anybody in their right minds wouldn’t have handed that throne to you. And I, well I’m simply here to prove that to you.
Jason takes the gun and beats it on the ground, not in a rough way but just in a way to pass the time. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of Marlboros. He beats the pack against the palm of his hand and pulls a lone cigarette out. He reaches into his hoodie and pulls out a zippo with a rebel flag on it. He flips it up and lights up his cigarette. He notices a car pulling up and places his cigarette on the ground for a moment and puts the gun back into his pocket. A man is seen stepping out of the car with his hands in his pockets. He looks to be about six foot five, a husky man. He’s got a large build, nearly three hundred and fifty or so pounds, nearly all fat. He’s out of shape, definitely, but he is sure to pack a punch. He slowly begins walking up the Jason, and another man is left in the car. The large man walks up to Jason and before any words are spoken he begins to swing. Jason ducks the punch and holds the gun immediately up to the man’s forehead.
//Jason\\
Try it again, and I’ll blow your fucking head off. Now I know you’re here with Erich, he’s sitting in the driver’s seat of that fucking car right now. So I want you to turn around slowly, and get him out of the car. If he doesn’t come out, then you’re both dead. If you can get him out, I let you live.
The man nods, turns around and heads to Erich’s black Pathfinder. He taps on the window and says a few words, Erich sits there in silence. He has tape on his shoulders from the bullet wound he received after his attempted “attack” on Jason. He’s got a solemn look on his face, and he looks as if he’s about to speak. Before the words can come out his mouth, he quickly switches to reverse and spins forward and drives off down the highway. The large man tries his best to catch up with the car, he runs as fast as his chubby legs can take him, which aren’t very far. Jason begins to sprint up to the man who is now on his knees. He is breathing heavily, out of breath from the short amount of time that he was “chasing” the car, though you could hardly call it chasing. It was more a futile attempt at catching up with it. He slowly turned his head around and saw Jason now simply walking towards his direction. He would have screamed had he been able to breath, but trying to would be a waste of energy. He knew what was about to come next, so he simply looked up at the sky and began to pray, pray for something or to get him out of this situation.
//Man\\
Oh, god, oh god please, don’t let this happen. Please don’t, I’ve got family, what will Barbara thing, OH GOD WHY?!
His sobs are faintly heard despite the fact that he is bawling. If Jason hadn’t planned on pulling the trigger, the man would probably run out of breath anyways. He is heaving, barely able to speak, but he continues to pray. He suddenly feels the cold steel of the gun against the back of his head. He stops breathing. He closes his eyes and looks up to the sky and asks a simple question, “Why?” The second that the thought leaves his mind, blood spews from his skull. A sound like an explosion echoes throughout the empty road. The man falls hard onto the concrete and the tears are still visible through the blood that covers his face. The highway is covered in a mixture of blood, tears, and a bit of his own vomit from where he had been sobbing so much. Jason looks down at the body, fully aware of what he just did, he knows that he’s just ended this mans life, caused his family grief that he couldn’t even begin to understand, and he seems to be ok with it.
Jason walks back to his Cherokee and sits inside of it. The gun is put back into the glove compartment and he drives off slowly in the opposite direction. He drives at a normal pace, nothing different than usual, so that there won’t be any unwanted attention directed towards him. He slowly turns into a parking lot and lets out a long sigh, having finally achieved what he had missed for so long, he had gotten that adrenaline rush back and he loved it.
//G-Dawg\\
So, Mental here I am. I’m sure at this point you’re sitting back with your boys without a care in the world. You’re wondering what method you’re going to use to take me out in this little cage match, and not even running the possibility of a loss through your mind. Yet, once more the intimidation factor comes in. It’s something that you think you have on your side, you think that the name VNB still strikes fear into the hearts of everyone, but Johnny boy, that’s not the case anymore. Your good old intimidation is gone, and its gone for good. You’ve been given a run for your money by Calaz, hell even Convict and now you’re just sitting here thinking that due to your title and your throne with the VNB that you are now the man to be feared. You really think that you’ve taken over Jihad’s place as the ruler of all. Well, Johnny boy you’ve lost that. You’re not half the man that he was and we all know that, deep down even you know it too. You know that you’ve got these massive shoes to fill, and that you’re simply to going to let everybody down again. And I enjoy knowing that, I enjoy knowing that in the end this is going to be a failure for you and everybody in the VNB. I love it, Johnny I really do. This is just a glorious time for me. You don’t know how good it’s going to feel, walking out of that cage and leaving your body in the canvas, bloodied and battered, not unlike that man lying in the highway right now. I’m guessing that right now somebody’s come by and found the body, much like how when I leave you lying inside of the ring along will come Jihad. Wondering what in the hell he has done in naming you as the leader after you’ve just been defeated by the “lowly G-Dawg”.
So, enjoy your sweet victory while you have it. Sip your wine, and throw your party, bask in the glory of being the head leader of the VNB, for your celebration won’t be as sweet after you’re in jeopardy of losing your title. When somebody takes down the beast known as Johnny Mental, he will immediately be given a shot at the title, and you know that. You know that after I win this thing, you’re title might not be around your waist for much longer. So savor it while it lasts, sit back and enjoy…for I’m about to crash your party. I’m about to show you just how important, that good ol’ intimidation factor, can truly be.
