Post by G-Dawg on Apr 8, 2007 10:55:07 GMT -5
The sun is seen slowly making its way over the top of a large mountain. The snow capped top is beginning to light up, and the surprise inside of the cabin near the peak is about to be unveiled. Over the night, another man had fallen victim to Jason Golden and his quest to get his revenge on Erich Brunson. It was made to be an accident, like a simple slip up in his gun polishing. His own gun is what blew his head off, for all those cops knew that was what happened, a simple freak accident. Freak accidents, while they’re made out to happen in insanely unrealistic conditions, do in fact happen all the time. That is what these people will be led to believe. A man simply slipped up, and he paid the price. Granted, it was probably before he was due to go, but Jason hadn’t a care in the world about that. He had just come off of yet another win in XVI against the arrogant, young, Calaz and he was facing him for a 2nd time on Side Effect this week. Jason merely shrugged it off, he knew Calaz was all talk and he realized that by the end of A Fool’s Revenge. Calaz claimed that it was a fluke; he claimed that he had been “screwed” but everybody who saw it knows what happened. So Jason sat, he sat and waited to hear the news of the death up on the top of the mountain. As he sat he saw on the television, Calaz. He was running his mouth, complaining about how he had been screwed and that things would be different this time. Jason chuckled, took a chug of his beer, and turned off the T.V. before the promo was finished.
//G-Dawg\\
Wow, you’d think that after a beating like that the kid would at least sulk away and pretend that it didn’t just happen. But no, he comes back at full force and makes his attempt at taking me down again. Even after he was left for dead inside of that cage by me, the man who he claims won by a simple fluke. Kids these day, I left this guy bloodied and broken, battered and bruised, I literally decimated him and he acts like it was him being screwed. That’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve heard since…well since last week when you claimed that you would beat me. Everybody saw what happened to you Calaz, and it’s not like they’ve forgotten. You were beaten, you were beaten good. You fell victim to not only the F-Bomb, the G-Drop also. You were slaughtered in there, yet you come out here and proclaim that I screwed you over. No, my boy, you screwed yourself over. You were once more, too damn arrogant to climb over that cage and get the win. You had to stand there, simply stand there and taunt everybody. Then it all came crashing down, no pun intended. From then on Calaz, it was my match.
It’s like the story of the tortoise and the hare. You come out there, flying around the cage grasping onto whatever you think can get you a win in this match that you had no interest in being in, then once you get ahead you foolishly look back. You try to rub it in, and you try to prove that you’re the better man, when suddenly it comes at you like a hammer, once more no pun intended. You trail behind and that “tortoise” pulls ahead…and never looks back. That was your fault kid, had you kept up with that beating you were delivering, you would have had the match won. But no, you had to be the showboat, you had to show the world that you’re Calaz, and you’re the next big thing. But that’s what you don’t realize, you’re not. You’re a nobody, a joke, a pathetic excuse for a wrestler. Those boys opening the show for you, that is where you should be. You don’t get the privilege of climbing to the top before paying your dues son, and that is what you’re doing here. That was that cage match, all part of paying your dues. But don’t think that just because somebody finally put you in your place, that you’re done here. Oh, no. You’ve got much more hell to go through before you get to be where you want to be.
See, with Mental out of the picture now, our main event scene is looking pretty weak Calaz, don’t you think. Somebody is going to have to step up to big, bad Szaban. That person is going to be me, after I’ve beaten you to the ground twice, left you staring at the lights with your blood surrounding you on the canvas I will stand tall as the number one contender. I’m going to be the next champion in this place kid, and that’s something you’re going to have to realize. And hell, once I’ve got the gold around my waist maybe I can give you that false hope of becoming the champion, only to beat you down for a third time.
Jason chuckles a bit then runs his hands through his hair. Jason takes a few more chugs on his beer, and then chucks it across the room right into the trash can. He stands up slowly and stretches a bit. Jason heads into the back room and throws on a red Polo over his wife beater. He puts on his shoes, grabs his bags, and heads out the door. He throws his bag routinely into the back of the car and drives off to another desolate area. This time it’s for a bit more than a routine “take-out” like last time, he’s got a bit more on the line this time. As he pulls up to the empty field, he looks into the distance, almost squinting, then nods his head as he sees a red car faintly parked by the woods. He reaches into his pocket and feels the switchblade in there; he nods and lets out a sigh. If he didn’t have that with him, he’d probably be out of luck. He slowly walks towards the center of the field, as does the man on the other side of it. They meet in the middle and shake hands.
//James\\
So, Jay…you really think this is going to get you somewhere? Do you honestly think that by having this you’re going to somehow get somewhere in your quest for Brunson. All you’re going to do is piss him off, then you’ll have even more people gunning for you…literally.
//Jason\\
I didn’t fucking ask you if I thought this was ethical or if I really wanted to do this? All I asked you was to get the bitch here and to not let anybody follow you. Now did you or did you not do that?
James simply nods his head.
//Jason\\
Good, now let’s get back to that car and get her.
Jason and James begin to walk back to James’ car. James takes the lead and reaches into the trunk. As Jason comes up, he gets a surprise when he sees James pull out a gun instead of a woman he supposedly had with him. Jason ducks immediately, lying flat on the ground, knowing that as long as he’s in this grass, James won’t be able to see him. He hears James ruffling around, getting closer towards him. Jason slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out the switchblade. As James begins to get closer, Jason looks up and sees his foot right beside his head. Jason extends the blade and jams it right into James’ foot. James drops his gun immediately and screams out in pain. Jason wastes no time and grabbing the gun and placing it right onto the skull of James.
//Jason\\
You thought you were fucking slick weren’t you. You thought you’d just come here and take care of me yourself didn’t you. Well you didn’t take into account that you’re fucking worthless did you? Now look where you are. Groveling on the ground like the little bitch you are, begging that I don’t take your life right here, right now.
Before James can reply Jason pulls the trigger. Blood spurts up, covering Jason’s polo, face, and jeans. He spits a bit of it out of his mouth and leaves the body where it is. He pulls the knife out of his foot and puts it back into his pocket after washing it a bit with his shirt. Jason heads back to his own car and changes his clothes; thankfully he had the bag with him. After changing he heads back to James’ car and surprisingly sees Jessica sitting in the back. She’s knocked out and obviously didn’t hear a thing from what just happened. He takes the switchblade and cuts a hole into each of the four tires, making sure that after she awakes she can’t escape. He then sits behind the car…and waits.
The sun once more, makes its way up into the sky. Jessica makes a few noises, looks out the window and sees what used to be James. Her jaw drops and she immediately runs over to it. The door slamming awakens Jason who also springs into action. As she crouches down to inspect the body, Jason grabs her by the neck and pulls her over to his car. He throws her practically onto the car and covers her mouth.
//Jason\\
Technically, you didn’t do anything to be put in this situation. You merely chose to sleep with the man who I’ve decided to make an example out of. Mr. Brunson, he’s going to miss you Jess. See, he thought that he could show me up, he thought that he would show the world that he was still in the game by trying to fuck with ME! Well, judging by how things are going the tables have certainly turned around haven’t they, Jess.
She closes her eyes and begins to pray, which leads to Jason chuckling.
[color=blue//Jason\\
Even your god can’t save you now, sweetie.
[/color]//G-Dawg\\
Wow, you’d think that after a beating like that the kid would at least sulk away and pretend that it didn’t just happen. But no, he comes back at full force and makes his attempt at taking me down again. Even after he was left for dead inside of that cage by me, the man who he claims won by a simple fluke. Kids these day, I left this guy bloodied and broken, battered and bruised, I literally decimated him and he acts like it was him being screwed. That’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve heard since…well since last week when you claimed that you would beat me. Everybody saw what happened to you Calaz, and it’s not like they’ve forgotten. You were beaten, you were beaten good. You fell victim to not only the F-Bomb, the G-Drop also. You were slaughtered in there, yet you come out here and proclaim that I screwed you over. No, my boy, you screwed yourself over. You were once more, too damn arrogant to climb over that cage and get the win. You had to stand there, simply stand there and taunt everybody. Then it all came crashing down, no pun intended. From then on Calaz, it was my match.
It’s like the story of the tortoise and the hare. You come out there, flying around the cage grasping onto whatever you think can get you a win in this match that you had no interest in being in, then once you get ahead you foolishly look back. You try to rub it in, and you try to prove that you’re the better man, when suddenly it comes at you like a hammer, once more no pun intended. You trail behind and that “tortoise” pulls ahead…and never looks back. That was your fault kid, had you kept up with that beating you were delivering, you would have had the match won. But no, you had to be the showboat, you had to show the world that you’re Calaz, and you’re the next big thing. But that’s what you don’t realize, you’re not. You’re a nobody, a joke, a pathetic excuse for a wrestler. Those boys opening the show for you, that is where you should be. You don’t get the privilege of climbing to the top before paying your dues son, and that is what you’re doing here. That was that cage match, all part of paying your dues. But don’t think that just because somebody finally put you in your place, that you’re done here. Oh, no. You’ve got much more hell to go through before you get to be where you want to be.
See, with Mental out of the picture now, our main event scene is looking pretty weak Calaz, don’t you think. Somebody is going to have to step up to big, bad Szaban. That person is going to be me, after I’ve beaten you to the ground twice, left you staring at the lights with your blood surrounding you on the canvas I will stand tall as the number one contender. I’m going to be the next champion in this place kid, and that’s something you’re going to have to realize. And hell, once I’ve got the gold around my waist maybe I can give you that false hope of becoming the champion, only to beat you down for a third time.
Jason chuckles a bit then runs his hands through his hair. Jason takes a few more chugs on his beer, and then chucks it across the room right into the trash can. He stands up slowly and stretches a bit. Jason heads into the back room and throws on a red Polo over his wife beater. He puts on his shoes, grabs his bags, and heads out the door. He throws his bag routinely into the back of the car and drives off to another desolate area. This time it’s for a bit more than a routine “take-out” like last time, he’s got a bit more on the line this time. As he pulls up to the empty field, he looks into the distance, almost squinting, then nods his head as he sees a red car faintly parked by the woods. He reaches into his pocket and feels the switchblade in there; he nods and lets out a sigh. If he didn’t have that with him, he’d probably be out of luck. He slowly walks towards the center of the field, as does the man on the other side of it. They meet in the middle and shake hands.
//James\\
So, Jay…you really think this is going to get you somewhere? Do you honestly think that by having this you’re going to somehow get somewhere in your quest for Brunson. All you’re going to do is piss him off, then you’ll have even more people gunning for you…literally.
//Jason\\
I didn’t fucking ask you if I thought this was ethical or if I really wanted to do this? All I asked you was to get the bitch here and to not let anybody follow you. Now did you or did you not do that?
James simply nods his head.
//Jason\\
Good, now let’s get back to that car and get her.
Jason and James begin to walk back to James’ car. James takes the lead and reaches into the trunk. As Jason comes up, he gets a surprise when he sees James pull out a gun instead of a woman he supposedly had with him. Jason ducks immediately, lying flat on the ground, knowing that as long as he’s in this grass, James won’t be able to see him. He hears James ruffling around, getting closer towards him. Jason slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out the switchblade. As James begins to get closer, Jason looks up and sees his foot right beside his head. Jason extends the blade and jams it right into James’ foot. James drops his gun immediately and screams out in pain. Jason wastes no time and grabbing the gun and placing it right onto the skull of James.
//Jason\\
You thought you were fucking slick weren’t you. You thought you’d just come here and take care of me yourself didn’t you. Well you didn’t take into account that you’re fucking worthless did you? Now look where you are. Groveling on the ground like the little bitch you are, begging that I don’t take your life right here, right now.
Before James can reply Jason pulls the trigger. Blood spurts up, covering Jason’s polo, face, and jeans. He spits a bit of it out of his mouth and leaves the body where it is. He pulls the knife out of his foot and puts it back into his pocket after washing it a bit with his shirt. Jason heads back to his own car and changes his clothes; thankfully he had the bag with him. After changing he heads back to James’ car and surprisingly sees Jessica sitting in the back. She’s knocked out and obviously didn’t hear a thing from what just happened. He takes the switchblade and cuts a hole into each of the four tires, making sure that after she awakes she can’t escape. He then sits behind the car…and waits.
The sun once more, makes its way up into the sky. Jessica makes a few noises, looks out the window and sees what used to be James. Her jaw drops and she immediately runs over to it. The door slamming awakens Jason who also springs into action. As she crouches down to inspect the body, Jason grabs her by the neck and pulls her over to his car. He throws her practically onto the car and covers her mouth.
//Jason\\
Technically, you didn’t do anything to be put in this situation. You merely chose to sleep with the man who I’ve decided to make an example out of. Mr. Brunson, he’s going to miss you Jess. See, he thought that he could show me up, he thought that he would show the world that he was still in the game by trying to fuck with ME! Well, judging by how things are going the tables have certainly turned around haven’t they, Jess.
She closes her eyes and begins to pray, which leads to Jason chuckling.
[color=blue//Jason\\
Even your god can’t save you now, sweetie.
He slams the gun into the side of her head and knocks her out. He grabs some rope and tape and ties her up and tapes her mouth up. He puts her in the back along with the clothes and drives off to a factory. The factory used to be a bread factory, but was closed down years and years ago due to lack of revenue. He puts Jessica over his shoulder and heads into the factory. He looks around a bit; it smells almost of drugs, the kids apparently figured that the factory would be a good place to light up. Jason puts her near the back corner of the factory, inside of an old bathroom. Rats are crawling on the floors and roaches crawling up the walls. He laughs, thinking of just how pleasant it will be for her, then throws her onto the ground and locks the door behind him. Jason drives off once more, this time with an empty feeling in his mind, knowing that he’s still go the upper hand on Brunson.
Jason is then seen in front of the arena in which Side Effect is to be held. Jason parks his car in the front and leans up against the entrance doors. The arena is empty, the lights are out, and the parking lot is barren. Jason looks up at the sky, not a cloud in sight. He smirks and scratches his chin.
//G-Dawg\\
Calaz, boy I really hope you’ve been working your ass off since we had our little match on Sunday. Because if that was any indication of your skills, or lack thereof, then you will definitely need it. So now here I sit, I’ve recovered from the few “injuries” suffered from the match while you’re still sitting here with bandages covering your body, walking with a limp and not a sign in the world that you’ll be back to normal by Side Effect. Hell you still sit here claiming that you’ll be above 100%...good luck with that kid. See most people aren’t even back to normal after being put through hell like that within a week, and you seriously expect to come back out here and beat the man who delivered that ass kicking to you? You’re simply delusional now. Some may call if confidence, but I call it false hopes; I call it you simply telling yourself this as to make sure that you don’t go in there knowing full well that you’re going to get murdered in there just like you were on Sunday. So, Calaz the fact of the matter is that you’re going lose once more, because I’m simply better than you. Now there are merely two things you can do about that, nothing…and like it. So, Calaz I guess I can simply leave with these words of advice. Easter Sunday, a miracle occurred when Jesus rose from the grave. So start your praying son, pray, pray, pray. Because come Sunday, it’ll take a fucking miracle…for you to win this thing.
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