Post by G-Dawg on Apr 1, 2007 19:38:00 GMT -5
Night has fallen upon this quiet little town that we are in, few cars are still seen roaming around the streets, few lights are seen left on, and in general the town has gone to sleep as have its inhabitants aside from those few people who don’t. There are a few stray cars parked in the corner of a parking lot, their lights left on and despite the frigid air, their windows are down and they’re simply chatting. One is a familiar Jeep Cherokee, the other is a red Cavalier. They’re two men, obvious after they step out from the car and give a simple handshake. It’s not quite obvious of what is happening here, low voices are heard and they slowly begin to raise the volume of them, almost in anger but not too loud for fear of possibly waking up the lone cop in this town. Their attempts to be civil don’t work very well, and the next thing they know, one has pulled out a knife and is holding it to the others throat. Words are obviously exchanged and then something is handed over to the other man, who puts it in his pocket, puts away his knife and jumps back into his car before driving off. The man in the car is simply known as Jason Golden. Jason was looking more information on Erich Brunson, the man he simply allowed to get away last time he encountered. He had decided that instead of a mere execution style murder, he would have to get a bit more in-depth than that, he wanted to cause this man pain and suffering.
Jason just received information on more of Erich’s gang members, who was who and where they stayed at. He was going to work from the ground up on this one. As Jason drives off the man rubs his neck despite the fact that Jason didn’t do a thing to him, other than cause him to mess in his pants. He lets out a long sigh, knowing that he will be the first man accused of giving up the information, and also knowing full well that he was going to get killed for it.
Meanwhile, Jason had just come from Side Effect after a valiant effort against Mental was ruined by the VNB, and Jason wasn’t going to forget about that either. He knew who he was going to set his sights on after the pay-per-view, he knew that Johnny was going to be the next one he would mark off of his list, hell he might even get that title he’s been gunning for since he walked through the doors of XVI. Jason looked briefly at the sheets of paper he had been handed, the list of names was unreal, at least three pages front and back with every bit of white space covered with ink. He threw them into the passenger’s seat and forgot about every care in the world that he had. He knew that come Sunday, it would be time to show up. It would be time to put that arrogant bastard, Calaz into his place.
//G-Dawg\\
Calaz, my boy. Oh, you’ve got so much to learn about this business. You strut in here, win a few matches and think that you’re on top of the world. I mean hell what are you kid, 15…16 tops? You’ve got men in here that could be your fucking father that could still take your ass and pummel you down in that ring and wouldn’t give a damn about it. That is what this business is about, it’s not about getting in your high spots for the “ooh’s” and “ah’s” from the crowd. It’s about going out there and wrestling your ass off, you doing your little aerobics routine isn’t wrestling kid, you want to see wrestling you watch that match from Side Effect, myself and Mental wrestled our ass off. Now you watch that and realize what I had done, I had Mental knocked out cold on the canvas and had it not been for his little gooney’s I would have been out of the fucking arena before he was even back on his feet. Hell he took your ass out before you even had the chance to do a damn thing to him. You aren’t a threat to me Calaz, and if you think you are then you severely mistaken my friend. You’re nothing more than a bug on the windshield right now, I will merely sweep you off and go about my way. So remember that, remember that you are merely an insect to me Calaz.
So while for you, this may be a monumental moment in your career, because you’re facing the legendary G-Dawg, but it’s just another night for me son. I’ve done this so many times that I’ve lost count. Some arrogant, cocky, rookie will walk in and think that they’re hot shit and try to take out one of the top dogs. They get in the slightest bit of offense and they go about touting their shit and claiming that they came “THIS CLOSE TO BEATING HIM”, but how close your match was doesn’t change the fact that your ass got laid out and pinned.
That same rookie will go looking through the roster and see my name, G-Dawg. They’ll think that “oh, this guy is a hall of famer, yet he doesn’t have an ounce of world title gold in his history, I’ll take this punk out and make a name for myself”. But they don’t seem to realize, that it ain’t that easy. See, I’m not just somebody that you can waltz on up to, spin around a bit and throw to the ground and pin me. You will have to get every fucking ounce of blood in my body onto that canvas, you will have to break every god damn bone in my body, you will have to beat me to the brink of death…just to get a pin in on me. So Calaz, go on talking about how I don’t want to be locked inside of a cage with you, because that is exactly what I want. You can’t pull off your fancy maneuvers from the top of that cage without breaking your fucking neck, so I dare you to try it on me and see what happens. With that cage surrounding the ring, I have my chance to get you right where I want you, which is straight into the air, then right back down ala the F-Bomb. So try me, Calaz. Just try me, and see what happens.
Jason grabs a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up. He faintly puts down the window, allowing the smoke to exit the car. His cigarette is the only light in the car, hell it’s the only light for miles aside from the headlights and the moon shining down from the clear night sky. The car begins to slow down a bit as he pulls up to a dark and empty neighborhood. A few houses actually show signs of life, like cars in the driveway and a sole light or two on in the house. Jason pulls up to one with grass nearly three feet tall, he plumages through it and somehow finds his way to the door. He knocks on it and a light is seen turning on. A woman opens the door and stares at him oddly, she obviously doesn’t know who he is or what he’s doing here.
//Jason\\
I’m here for Ryan.
She nods, then motions for him to walk inside. He makes himself at home and sits on the couch while the woman walks into another room and is heard faintly speaking. Her hand is seen faintly pointing towards the couch and Jason pays it no mind; shortly after a somewhat short man walks out and stares at Jason as if he’s in his territory almost. Jason glares right back and the man motions for the door. He and Jason walk outside and begin to speak faintly.
//Ryan\\
Jay, what the hell are you doing here? I told you to come at a…uh better time. Does this really need to happen right here, right now?
//Jason\\
Ry, I ain’t gonna wait any longer than this. I’ve been traveling all over the fuckin’ country wrestling and working my ass off, and now I’m actually here and I don’t get any of what I fucking need. I’m serious here, Ry.
//Ryan\\
Alright man, if it really has to go down right now let me go down to the cellar and get it real quick. I’ll be right back.
Jason anxiously waits at the door for Ryan to re-appear. He hears faint yelling from inside, then a loud thud. The woman is seen on the ground, almost to the point of bawling, then Ryan walks out with a small box. He hands it to Jason and tells him to leave immediately. Jason smirks a bit, looks inside of the box and smiles. He pulls out wads of cash, counts through them, then puts them snugly back into the box. Ryan is seen staring down at the ground, simply in shame. Jason walks off, showing no emotion. He looks back, making sure that Ryan doesn’t try anything, considering that he just took basically his life savings. Ryan is already walking towards the door, still hanging his head down in shame. He slowly shuts the door, unbeknownst to Jason who is already driving off in his Cherokee down the road with nearly $350,000 in hand.
We come back days later with Jason walking out of a store with an almost briefcase looking case with him. He throws it into the back of his car and drives off a small bit once more. He looks around the area, and takes his case with him, climbing up to the top of a hill and lying down on it. He stares down and sees a man in a car pulling up. Jason grabs the case and pulls out an M-40. He looks right through the scope and a man in a black suit is seen slowly walking out of his car. He walks through the doors of the building and shortly after he is seen through the window, sitting down at a desk.
His name, Mark Jennings. He is a widely known business man in the Charlotte area, he’s also widely known as a drug lord, deep into the business. While everybody knows this, they can’t find any evidence of it. Unknown to Jennings though, Jason planted 2 kilo’s inside of Mark’s trunk, and earlier this morning tipped of the police that he had news of Jennings with drugs on him. They jumped on it and were going to make their way to his business early Monday morning to send him to the “big house”. Little did they know, Jason had other plans for him, As Mark sat down and began his daily work a bullet flew through the window and straight through his skull. He slumps over his desk and Jason packs his gun back up and slowly walks down the hill and back into the Cherokee. He sees cop cars drive by and knows what’s happening. He throws the case into the back of the car again, and drives off in the opposite direction.
Jason and his Cherokee park into an empty parking lot and he begins to chuckle to himself. He pulls out a 2nd list and begins to mark the first name off of that one. Mark Jennings, he crossed through the name. He pulled out his other list, with RKO, Ironman, and Blackjack marked off. He looks at Calaz’s name once more and begins to mark it off already.
//G-Dawg\\
Calaz, you’ve yet to see what I’m talking about haven’t you. You’re probably sitting back in your little house and bragging about how you’re going to “take down the dawg” this Sunday. Well I’ve got news for you Calaz, its not going to happen. You, you’re simply a young kid walking in here with his head up his ass thinking that he’s terrifying his opponents and intimidating them, to the point that they begin to fear for their careers. You my friend, you aren’t that. You’re far from it. I look at you and I see two things, I see an easy win and an arrogant bastard who needs to be put in his place. So that is why I chose to be locked inside of a cage with you Calaz. I know damn well what once you get in there you’re going to immediately regret every word you’ve spoken about me. You’re going to regret walking into this company and even trying to make your way to the top. You’re nowhere near the level of what you should be at to be going against a man like me. That’s one of the differences, I’m a man and you’re merely a boy Calaz. You’re coming in here and you fail to recognize that you’re messing with the men now. So Calaz, ask yourself a question before you walk inside of that cage and sign your death warrant. Ask yourself, “Am I really ready for this?” Are you really ready to mess with The Dawg, Calaz? Because I think not. I think that you’re in way over your head here kid, you’ve not got the slightest clue of what you’re getting yourself into here. So just be ready, because The Dawg is ready to strike. So be afraid, Calaz. Be very, very afraid.
With that G-Dawg cocks up his Desert Eagle, shoots it out the window of the car, and speeds off down the highway, knowing full well what’s ahead of him. And that is a shot at the gold that he’s been gunning for since he walked into this business. And with a win here, he could solidify that shot.
[/center]Jason just received information on more of Erich’s gang members, who was who and where they stayed at. He was going to work from the ground up on this one. As Jason drives off the man rubs his neck despite the fact that Jason didn’t do a thing to him, other than cause him to mess in his pants. He lets out a long sigh, knowing that he will be the first man accused of giving up the information, and also knowing full well that he was going to get killed for it.
Meanwhile, Jason had just come from Side Effect after a valiant effort against Mental was ruined by the VNB, and Jason wasn’t going to forget about that either. He knew who he was going to set his sights on after the pay-per-view, he knew that Johnny was going to be the next one he would mark off of his list, hell he might even get that title he’s been gunning for since he walked through the doors of XVI. Jason looked briefly at the sheets of paper he had been handed, the list of names was unreal, at least three pages front and back with every bit of white space covered with ink. He threw them into the passenger’s seat and forgot about every care in the world that he had. He knew that come Sunday, it would be time to show up. It would be time to put that arrogant bastard, Calaz into his place.
//G-Dawg\\
Calaz, my boy. Oh, you’ve got so much to learn about this business. You strut in here, win a few matches and think that you’re on top of the world. I mean hell what are you kid, 15…16 tops? You’ve got men in here that could be your fucking father that could still take your ass and pummel you down in that ring and wouldn’t give a damn about it. That is what this business is about, it’s not about getting in your high spots for the “ooh’s” and “ah’s” from the crowd. It’s about going out there and wrestling your ass off, you doing your little aerobics routine isn’t wrestling kid, you want to see wrestling you watch that match from Side Effect, myself and Mental wrestled our ass off. Now you watch that and realize what I had done, I had Mental knocked out cold on the canvas and had it not been for his little gooney’s I would have been out of the fucking arena before he was even back on his feet. Hell he took your ass out before you even had the chance to do a damn thing to him. You aren’t a threat to me Calaz, and if you think you are then you severely mistaken my friend. You’re nothing more than a bug on the windshield right now, I will merely sweep you off and go about my way. So remember that, remember that you are merely an insect to me Calaz.
So while for you, this may be a monumental moment in your career, because you’re facing the legendary G-Dawg, but it’s just another night for me son. I’ve done this so many times that I’ve lost count. Some arrogant, cocky, rookie will walk in and think that they’re hot shit and try to take out one of the top dogs. They get in the slightest bit of offense and they go about touting their shit and claiming that they came “THIS CLOSE TO BEATING HIM”, but how close your match was doesn’t change the fact that your ass got laid out and pinned.
That same rookie will go looking through the roster and see my name, G-Dawg. They’ll think that “oh, this guy is a hall of famer, yet he doesn’t have an ounce of world title gold in his history, I’ll take this punk out and make a name for myself”. But they don’t seem to realize, that it ain’t that easy. See, I’m not just somebody that you can waltz on up to, spin around a bit and throw to the ground and pin me. You will have to get every fucking ounce of blood in my body onto that canvas, you will have to break every god damn bone in my body, you will have to beat me to the brink of death…just to get a pin in on me. So Calaz, go on talking about how I don’t want to be locked inside of a cage with you, because that is exactly what I want. You can’t pull off your fancy maneuvers from the top of that cage without breaking your fucking neck, so I dare you to try it on me and see what happens. With that cage surrounding the ring, I have my chance to get you right where I want you, which is straight into the air, then right back down ala the F-Bomb. So try me, Calaz. Just try me, and see what happens.
Jason grabs a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up. He faintly puts down the window, allowing the smoke to exit the car. His cigarette is the only light in the car, hell it’s the only light for miles aside from the headlights and the moon shining down from the clear night sky. The car begins to slow down a bit as he pulls up to a dark and empty neighborhood. A few houses actually show signs of life, like cars in the driveway and a sole light or two on in the house. Jason pulls up to one with grass nearly three feet tall, he plumages through it and somehow finds his way to the door. He knocks on it and a light is seen turning on. A woman opens the door and stares at him oddly, she obviously doesn’t know who he is or what he’s doing here.
//Jason\\
I’m here for Ryan.
She nods, then motions for him to walk inside. He makes himself at home and sits on the couch while the woman walks into another room and is heard faintly speaking. Her hand is seen faintly pointing towards the couch and Jason pays it no mind; shortly after a somewhat short man walks out and stares at Jason as if he’s in his territory almost. Jason glares right back and the man motions for the door. He and Jason walk outside and begin to speak faintly.
//Ryan\\
Jay, what the hell are you doing here? I told you to come at a…uh better time. Does this really need to happen right here, right now?
//Jason\\
Ry, I ain’t gonna wait any longer than this. I’ve been traveling all over the fuckin’ country wrestling and working my ass off, and now I’m actually here and I don’t get any of what I fucking need. I’m serious here, Ry.
//Ryan\\
Alright man, if it really has to go down right now let me go down to the cellar and get it real quick. I’ll be right back.
Jason anxiously waits at the door for Ryan to re-appear. He hears faint yelling from inside, then a loud thud. The woman is seen on the ground, almost to the point of bawling, then Ryan walks out with a small box. He hands it to Jason and tells him to leave immediately. Jason smirks a bit, looks inside of the box and smiles. He pulls out wads of cash, counts through them, then puts them snugly back into the box. Ryan is seen staring down at the ground, simply in shame. Jason walks off, showing no emotion. He looks back, making sure that Ryan doesn’t try anything, considering that he just took basically his life savings. Ryan is already walking towards the door, still hanging his head down in shame. He slowly shuts the door, unbeknownst to Jason who is already driving off in his Cherokee down the road with nearly $350,000 in hand.
We come back days later with Jason walking out of a store with an almost briefcase looking case with him. He throws it into the back of his car and drives off a small bit once more. He looks around the area, and takes his case with him, climbing up to the top of a hill and lying down on it. He stares down and sees a man in a car pulling up. Jason grabs the case and pulls out an M-40. He looks right through the scope and a man in a black suit is seen slowly walking out of his car. He walks through the doors of the building and shortly after he is seen through the window, sitting down at a desk.
His name, Mark Jennings. He is a widely known business man in the Charlotte area, he’s also widely known as a drug lord, deep into the business. While everybody knows this, they can’t find any evidence of it. Unknown to Jennings though, Jason planted 2 kilo’s inside of Mark’s trunk, and earlier this morning tipped of the police that he had news of Jennings with drugs on him. They jumped on it and were going to make their way to his business early Monday morning to send him to the “big house”. Little did they know, Jason had other plans for him, As Mark sat down and began his daily work a bullet flew through the window and straight through his skull. He slumps over his desk and Jason packs his gun back up and slowly walks down the hill and back into the Cherokee. He sees cop cars drive by and knows what’s happening. He throws the case into the back of the car again, and drives off in the opposite direction.
Jason and his Cherokee park into an empty parking lot and he begins to chuckle to himself. He pulls out a 2nd list and begins to mark the first name off of that one. Mark Jennings, he crossed through the name. He pulled out his other list, with RKO, Ironman, and Blackjack marked off. He looks at Calaz’s name once more and begins to mark it off already.
//G-Dawg\\
Calaz, you’ve yet to see what I’m talking about haven’t you. You’re probably sitting back in your little house and bragging about how you’re going to “take down the dawg” this Sunday. Well I’ve got news for you Calaz, its not going to happen. You, you’re simply a young kid walking in here with his head up his ass thinking that he’s terrifying his opponents and intimidating them, to the point that they begin to fear for their careers. You my friend, you aren’t that. You’re far from it. I look at you and I see two things, I see an easy win and an arrogant bastard who needs to be put in his place. So that is why I chose to be locked inside of a cage with you Calaz. I know damn well what once you get in there you’re going to immediately regret every word you’ve spoken about me. You’re going to regret walking into this company and even trying to make your way to the top. You’re nowhere near the level of what you should be at to be going against a man like me. That’s one of the differences, I’m a man and you’re merely a boy Calaz. You’re coming in here and you fail to recognize that you’re messing with the men now. So Calaz, ask yourself a question before you walk inside of that cage and sign your death warrant. Ask yourself, “Am I really ready for this?” Are you really ready to mess with The Dawg, Calaz? Because I think not. I think that you’re in way over your head here kid, you’ve not got the slightest clue of what you’re getting yourself into here. So just be ready, because The Dawg is ready to strike. So be afraid, Calaz. Be very, very afraid.
With that G-Dawg cocks up his Desert Eagle, shoots it out the window of the car, and speeds off down the highway, knowing full well what’s ahead of him. And that is a shot at the gold that he’s been gunning for since he walked into this business. And with a win here, he could solidify that shot.
