Post by jaysonviolence on Apr 3, 2020 18:58:46 GMT -5
You guys know me right? I’m Jayson Violence, from Brooklyn New York! I’m former US special forces, honorably discharged five years ago after almost eight years of straight service even more if you count the time I spent in military school, ROTC, and young officers training. After eight long years of Ohh-Ras and Sir Yes Sir’s I was left to my own devices finally!
And at first I didn’t know what in the fuckin hell to do with ,myself! The only world I had ever known was the black ops world. The world that allows most of you the luxury of sittin around on your ass all day and complain because some people on the other side of town have a better cable and internet package than you do.
I’m talking about a world where a worry or concern like that would seem like a day in paradise to some of the places I’ve been to. Where parents have kids and they have to sit up at all hours worrying about how to keep them alive or even worse getting forced into their wars by another tyrant riding up to their village grabbing all the able body boys shoving an AK in their hands and feed them the same crock of bullshit they were fed to make them believe they are fighting a just war for a just cause when the truth is even their superiors have no idea why they are still fighting. But the days keep comin, the bullets keep flying, and the bombs keep dropping.
Diplomats bicker over actual peace while the little ones suffer for it while wallowing in poverty, fear, and bloodshed. That was the world I knew, so coming back and living what many American’s refer to as a normal life wasn’t exactly easy for me, because other than the first few years of my childhood I had never known such a thing. When the United States Military offically handed me my discharge papers making me a civilian I was struck with a fear I had never known because what was I going to do now. For as far back as I could remember my life had been strictly regimented. Be here by O eight hundred hours. Report to the superior for missin briefing, get ready gear up, go in stay alive bust most importantly take care of business accomplish the mission, and hopefully make it back. Go to debriefing, and then hopefully make it back in time for chow. Then wake up the next day and do it all over again as long as I wasn’t woken up in the middle of the night because siome stupid assholes thought they could get the drop on us and attack a heavily fortified US Army base.
I thought about going the MERC route...I think about it even now given the unstability of my current gig, but five years ago when they handed me my marching papers I really thought I would try living my life instead of doing what most guys do who can’t unsee the things tht we have seen and just going back over there because they know if they came back they would be haunted by the ghosts of the things they did and they lives they had to take. BEcause trust me when you spend as much time in the muck as me and some of my brothers have peace and quiet is the worst thing you could ever ask for as your brain tries to wrap around how horrible human beings can be to one another.
SO I decided I would try and experience some of that “good life” so very many of you take for granted everyday. Plus I’m not going to lie my special tactical training and the operations and missions I completed in the name of this country’s constant battle to preserve our freedom and way of life saw me walk away with a more than healthy pension and bank account because I never stood still long enough to spend any of the money I had earned over the years so it all began to pile up.
Most of my marine buddies would come back on leave, find the first girl that would sleep with them more than two nights in a row, throw a ring on their finger only to get word sent to the tent a year or two down the road that their wife had been banging her high school sweetheart who went to the same gym or some shit! How about that fuckin shit huh? Sure they didn’t go through the proper dating protocol to learn who it is they were marrying. But you are over there responsible for the lives of the man right next to you as well as your own and you get a call from home telling you that not only is your marrige over, but she took the kids and yor house and half your shit. How you gunna go out there and watch my back after that? I’ve seen one or two of those guys with their heads blown off with nothing left but the bottom half of their mouth from the neck down. Poor bastards!
So I had been home six months off the job when I met Ophelia Pain. An old friend of mine who took six bullets for his country and could no longer actively participate in the field was a special recruiter, like the one who came and saw me at military school and brought me into the special forces unit after he saw me go through boot camp after joining the marines out of high school, although I wouldn’t call what I went through high school because believe you me if it was there would never have been The Breakfast Club or American Pie.
SO I met Ophelia Pain at some random show that was going on in Brooklyn. To be honest I have no idea who was playing I didn’t go there that night because I liked the band. I wasn’t even there trying to listen to the music. I was there because my neighbors made me go and I was really trying to bang his roommate for the longest.
Jenni Morestino was her name. She was from Brooklyn too, and was about as hardcore Itilian as you could possibly be. Big family the whole magoo. Black hair, big tits, I mean this girl was gorgeous, dumb as dirt but gorgeous and a real sweetheart. SHe was a little on the slutty side but I wasn’t looking to get married that night. NO that night I figure go to some show listen to some hopefully not utterly horrible music and be balls deep in Jenni by the time the sun came up the next moring as I put off starting my life for another day. But that night that wasn’t the hand fate dealt me. That night my life’s trajectory was going to change forever, because all in the same night that was when I met Ophelia Pain and told the United States Government to go fuck themselves!...well kinda
I had been off the job a little over six months and suffice to say I had yet to reach the point where civilian life was filling. Knowing some of my brothers were still out there in the sand getting shot at while I sat at home on my couch and binged watched The Punisher didn’t sit right with me! SO I dabbled in a bit of everything, and well for a kid from Brooklyn that has never known anything outside of a military life style or crime kinda narrowed my options down. So I started slinging a little coke here and there. I didn’t need the money but I did need something to occupy myself until I could stop seeing the faces of the brothers I lost or the fathers, brothers, and sons I put down in the line of duty.
So one night my friend and neighbor Bronx, from Queens came by and asked me if I wanted to go see a show. He wanted free drugs because I had a tendency to really unwind when I got to partying and he knew I wanted to bang his sister and she was a little slutty so I knew my prospects were looking up that evening. So after the rigamorrow of them telling me who we were going to watch I went showered and began the pregame over at their place. My phone had been ringing non stop. My personal phone as well as my...uhh business phone. I ignored both of them because one thing was clear I needed to fuck somethin and it needed to happen tonight. This poor girl has no idea either! If she can even walk tomorrow betcha the rest of my pension it’s at the very least a little lopsided or bow legged!
Was the last thing I remembered when we did the last few lines killed the rest of the bottle of Crown Royal. I took a few hits of the joint they were smoking because I didn’t wanna go to this rock show all geeked out because the first perosn that bumped into me was liable to have their neck snapped, so I did it to calm my nerves. Because cocaine and whiskey are two ingridents for a very bad evening that includes lots of fighting, lots of cursing, maybe some running...from the police and if I was super lucky some fucking that would last an hour past when the sun came up and then ended so my mind would go blank or I’d black out either way the goal was to pass out because if there was one thing at this point I needed more than pussy it was sleep!
So Bronx and his two idiot friends Jimmy and Chad were walking down the street acting like the assholes they were while Jenni and I kind of hung back and talked. It is funny how two people act who know where they are going is nothing more than a prelude and a formality for whats to come later in the evening. I remember laughing and I remember talking to her the whole eight blocks it took for us to get to the little arena the show was it, but for the life of me I couldn’t even begin to tell you a single fuckin thing she or I said specifically.
So we gave the door guy the tickets and Bronx slipped the dude a fifty and an 8ball he scored from me before we headed out and we got onto the floor. SO we went in and the opening band had just taken the stage. They weren’t particularly that good but the crowd was into them already beause when we walked in and made it passed the thick cloud of cigarette and weed smoke that fills the air of any rock show we could see most of the floor was already one big mosh pit. Bronx and his buddies wasted not a moment, as I stepped forward because I couldn’t lt them show me up like that, but before I could go Jenni tugged on my arm and I turned back to her and with a flirty sexy little smile she asked…
Jenni: You’re not going to leave me here all by myself are you?
Jayson Violence: Well now that you mention it, it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?
Jenni: No especially if you think you’re getting lucky later!
Jayson Violence: SO are you saying that if I stay here...Right here, then I’m getting lucky later?
Jenni: Well let’s just say your chances drastically improve!
Jayson Violence: Hmm well let’s see, go into the pit and get my ass kicked or kick some people’s asses maybe get arrested or stay right here and drink a few beers and have drastically improved chances of getting laid later...TOUGH CALL!
She slapped me on the shoulder with a grin on her face as I flashed one back, and that’s when it happened! That’s when I saw her! If I had been looking anywhere else I probably would have missed her, because it was dark as fuck in here and all of a sudden you see this small yet firm female figure with bright bright red hair and wearing all black and a pair of jean shorts that look like they were tailormade for her butt cheeks. Seriously like someone woke up one day and had her come in and sewed the pants together to perfectly fit her ass. SHe even had a thick pair of glasses like the lead singer of WEEZER always wears, and he hair was in pig tails.
This strikingly beautiful woman suddenly stood on the thin line that seperated the mosh pit from literally everyone and everything else as she was bent over tying her shoe. She wiped some blood from her nose and stood up and streched in a way that showed the perfect form of what anyone with at least one functioning eye could see was utterly flawless. She was thick in all the right places and had the most unique interesting look I had ever seen before. I don’t know what it was but from the moment I laid eyes on her I was drawn to her. The hot girl in front of me that made her intentions of letting me smash all but clear just a few moments prior faded out like in a movie as I tried my best to hide the fact that I was staring. Guess what?...Didn’t work!
Jenni notices I’m not paying attention because I think she was trying to ask me a question but I don’t know because I wasn’t really paying attention! SO she turns around to see for herself what grabbed my attention and she spots it immediately, as if she had some radar in her brain being a female she immediately scanned the area for any competition. And just like most females in this position she scoffs turns to me and in a very bitchy tone says…
Jenni: Ew...do you know her?
Jayson Violence: Uhhh, who...Ohh you mean that girl over there...Ummm I uhh I’m not sure, I mean she looks familiar but do I uh, know her personally no?
Jenni: Looks familiar? What do you not have the internet?
Jayson Violence: No why is she a porn star?
Jenni: She aint far off!
Jayson Violence: Skinnamax?
Jenni: No even worse she is a famous pro wrestler...That’s fuckin Ophelia Pain from New Edge Wrestling...Or at least she was I heard the company shut down almost a year ago now! Don’t watch much wrestling?
And just then some fuck nugget out of no where appears right behind Pheely who was bouncing around the edge of the mosh pit sees her and for some odd reason maybe trying to flirt with her shoves her as hard as she can and she goes flying right into me knocking Jenni almost completely out of the way. She knocks Jenni’s beer out of her hand. I was able to catch her, and she looks up at me and we lock eyes for a brief moment and she flashes a small smile at me and I sunk, I was hooked right there. But the moment quickly faded, as she grabs Jenni by the arm and says…
Ophelia Pain: Oh my GAWD I’m so sorry! Let me get you guys some new drinks…
Jenni: Um no thanks we are fine!
Ophelia Pain: Just...hold on there Mrs. Prissy can we put a pin in this wonderful conversation we are having I have to go make sure some asshole knows he was being rude...SO excuse me..
SHe looks me up and down and then back at Jenni smiling as she says…
Ophelia Pain: I’ll BE RIGHHTTT BACK!
Ophelia then slightly shoves Jenni out of the way as she leaps back into the mosh pit, jumping in as if she were one of those huge dudes jumping in it. She waits until she is close to the dude that shoved her and right when they were face to face he stretched out his arms expecting her to hug him but instead she rams her palm into his nose busting his shit WIDDDEEE OPEN! THERE WAS BLOOD FUCKING EVERYWHERRRREEEEE!!! Everyone backs up as the guy immediately fell to his knees. Ophelia wasn’t done yet either. She grabbed the dude by his shirt and rammed her knee into his face. Funny part of the story she actually knocked the guys two front teeth out she kneed him so hard. She then sort of limps out of the mosh pit and everyone backed up like when Moses parted the Red Sea. She then immediately walks right back up to us, slaps me right on my ass and with a smile on her face asks
Ophelia Pain: So how bout them drinks? What’s this one having Hard Lemonade?
Jenni: I don’t think they even serve that here!
Ophelia Pain: Well that’s a shame, what in the hell is this handsome fella supposed to drink now?
Jenni didn’t find that as funny as we did! Jenni remained silent for practically the rest of the evening I couldn’t tell if it was because she was scared shitless of Ophelia or just pissed off because Ophelia didn’t leave our sides the rest of the evening. She and I really hit it off as she took to the fact that I was not a wrestling fan and really had no clue she was even almost famous! That and we shared a similar sense of humor and in all honesty I still had designs on getting laid this evening, but who I wanted to lay with was changing more with every passing second. It may sound stupid but Jenni was in the bag I knew I could have it. Ophelia was like a breathe of fresh air, a human presence I had never known before. SHe was just one of those people. It felt like we had been friends our entire lives, someone I knew I could just tell secrets to if I had any. It wasn’t until the intermission when Jenni apparently had all she could take. Chad had gotten pretty fucked up in the mosh pit and needed to be taken home and Jenni looking for any excuse to leave up until this point jumped at the chance. Feeling a chivalrous sense of obligation I offered to accompany them home since I came with them.
Ophelia being Ophelia made it clear she didn’t want our evening to end, which didn’t help my case. I shot Ophelia a “REALLY?” look and then chased off Jenni who was no longer into hiding the fact that she was pissed off that she now had to go home and probably bang Chad. So I followed them outside trying to save face because I did share a hallway with them and I didn’t wanna deal with spiteful neighbors and well incase things didn’t go well with Ophelia it’s good to keep your options open ya know? So I had to run to catch them and they made it almost two blocks away before I finally caught them.
Jayson Violence: Jenni wai...wait up!
Jenni: Ohh so you do remember my name?...Look I appreciate what you are doing but really I told you it’s not necessary. We’re good it’s cool!
Jayson Violence: Really? Like this isn’t like one of those deals where you say it’s cool but it’s really not?
Jenni: I dunno Jayson why don’t you figure it out! I mean I thought we were like whatever ya know, but apparently not! So just go because I don’t want you to be with me wishing you were with her! Look Jayson I like you ok, but it’s not like we are dating no need to make a thing of it alright? I mean we can still hang out and stuff, but just go back man.
Jayson Violence: Wait...what the hell just happened?
Jenni: I did you a favor love, now get back before some other dude swoops in and you get stuck havin to jerk off tonight!
Jayson Violence: Well, when you put it that way! OK BaBe, well yall get home safe, thanks for eariler...and Jen, babe look at me...We cool?
Jenni: Yeah handsome we are good, just wasn’t out night I suppose! But you can’t out run me forever sir one of these nights you are going to be mine!
Jayson Violence: Well, I’ll bet you that will be one hell of a day…
(SPOILER ALERT: IT REALLY FUCKIN WAS!!!!...This young lady was TELLING THE TRUTH!)
Jenni: Boy, you just don’t even know, now go ahead and get outtah here, go!
Jayson Violence: Right, good night Jenni M
Jenni: Goodnight Jason From 7F Across the hall!
So I took off runing and made it to the end of the street I could see the building the show was at, but that’s when I heard the absolute last voice I ever thought I’d ever hear...And I mean seriously right now? OF ALL THE FUCKING TIMES..I am on the verge of what may be the greatest night of my life and the ame fucking asshole who handed me my fucking marching papers a little over 6 months ago was standing right there dressed in his uniform looking like the smug piece of shit he and every single miserable piece of shit in his family is!
Voice: Boy did you really almost just blow it...But Ophelia Pain really? That is wayyyyyy too much woman for you my friend, you had better be careful! If you had half a fuckin brain you’d turn around right now and beg the Itialian braud to absolve you of your crimes! But clearly that isn’t the case is it! Long time Jayson…
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri (OM-REE) AKA “GENERAL NO” IN charge of over 75% of the black ops the United States has run for the last fifteen years. He is said to be one of a very short list of people that have the power to tell the president of the Unite States “NO” and if the stories are true that is a well earned title with Olle Artie Over THere!
Jayson Violene: HOLY FUCKIN SHIT! You wanna talk about ODD!
Lt Colonel Aruthur Amri: Really what’s odd about it?
Jaysion Violence: Well I’m not sure the fact that you are here in general, in uniform immediatley indicating me to the fact you didnt come here to come in and watch these clowns finish their set now did ya?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Ever the perceptive one eh Jase? Still a wise ass too I see?
Jayson Violence: Yeah, it’s the civilian life sir, kinda turns you into a bitter prick sometimes I guess? I dunno it’s weird...But see the other thing that makes this little reunion or whatever the fuck this is right now seem a bit strange is that you are here with me right now under the impression like I give a flying fuck about whatever it is you came here to tell me. Even if you came here to tell me the UNited States government has decided to celebrate me as a national hero and they wanted to build statues to commemorate my years of service and training for sed service, and also would like to give me five million dollars...General No did you bring me five million dollars?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Armi: No Jayson I’m afrai not!
Jayson Violence: DIdn’t think so, nite nite go fuck yourself!
I impolitely smile and then brush past him slightly bumping shoulders with him. I could feel him roll his eyes as i almost made it to the edge of the street before he called back to me.
Lt Colonel Aruthur Armi: I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE LIKE THIS JAYSON! FOR WHATEVER IT’S WORTH I WAS ALWAYS HONEST WITH YOU SON! IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU CHOSE NOT TO LISTEN!
Jayson Violence: I chose not to? MOTHER FUCKER ARE YOU SERIOUS I OUTTA!?!
I took three big steps and I was so close to doing the one thing I’ve been wanting to do since the day I met this asshole the my last year at the academy. They said I was supposed to learn everything from him as one day I was more than likely going to be the one to replace him But he had other ideas…
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: We had to make it look like we cut all ties, and we had to make it believeable! I told you before hand we had to do all of this. Jayson you have a specific set of skills and a talent for accomplishingse wants to take. You’re not afraid of getting your hands dirty for your country, but you know there are some things that need doing that we as a government can’t take credit for. You know the score already. It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me the first time I told you...Well hear me now, because off the record missions comes with OFF THE RECORD PAY!
Jayson Violence: Ha, I should have known...Part of me did know you wanted me to come do your dirty work you were just coming up with a way for it to not get traced back to you on the day my number gets called. You’re a real piece of shit General NO...YOU KNOW THAT?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: You said yourself you weren’t really into the civilian life! You know what you are I know what you are. You can fight this and waste precious time and leave a lot of got damn money on the table or you can get your head out of your ass and come back to work...UNoffically of course but I promise you…
Jayson Violence: Ohh I’ve had it up to fucking here with your fucking promises General!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT, you know I hate that shit!
Jayson Violece: Yeah why do you think I do it?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Hell I don’t know I don’t really know why you do half the shit you do. I swear to Chris you are without a doubt the dumbest fucking smart person I have ever met in my entire life! But fact is, and me standing here is all the proof you need about any of this, but I know there is no one better suited for this roll...And then after a few years of doin this until I can find more men like you and then you can rejoin the fold, with more pension and benefits you will be set for the rest of your days…
Jayson Violence: If I survive!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Well yeah! But you’ve known that the entire time! It’s the nature of the beast I’m afraid! I mean come on what the hell else you gunna do? Go be a pro wrestler with your new little girlfriend in New Edge Wrestling?
Jayson Violence: Fuck you! She is’t my girlfriend! I just fucking met her!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Yeah but I know you and my sons watch wrestling she’s got a hot little ass doesn’t she?
Jayson Violence: To put it plainly yeah!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Boy you aint kiddin! So do you at least wanna know who it is? Because really it’s funny that we brought up the subject of pro wrestling because well the target used to be a pro wrestler he even used to work for the the same company your little girlfriend did.
Jayson Violence: OK General tell me who the fuck you want me to kill far ya?
General No hands me the the manilla folder he had in his hands rhe entire time. I open it up and trhere the name reads in black bold letters
CLASSIFIED:
SUBJECT FOR IMMEDIATE UNOFFICAL TERMINATION:
I read it over and look up the Lt. Colonel
Jayson Violence: You gotta be kidding me, now you want me to start killing Americans? You gotta think I’m fuckin stupid!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Jayson STOP IT! Stop acting like you all of a sudden have some sort of moral code. The problems this asshole stands to cause could bring that fight that way of life here to your backdoor! All it takes is one of these assholes to say the wrong thing to some radical man on the brink over the edge and the next thing you know a CHruch gets blown up people get shot, or worse! Your country needs you…
Jayson Violence: No you do! You need someone to do your dirty work and take the fall for it when it ends up blowing back up in your face! I am offically no longer under the employment of the US GOVERNMENT so I don’t have to shit! So I’ll tell ya what General No...I’ll think your proposal over, and I’ll give ya a call whenever I make a decision!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Do you know how long that will take some of these cases are time sensitive! Jayson don’t be stupid! This is the only way a guy like you gets anything close to a happy ending. You remain a civilian then you will get killed out here on these streets selling those baby laxatives to idiots and tourists! You are one of the deadliest men on the got damn planet Jayson don’t be fuckin stupid!
Jason Violence: Some might say I was a fuckin idiot for stopping to hear a word that came oozing out of your mouth! Like I told ya General...I’ll let ya know...Until then do me a favor and FUCK OFF! If I see your dogs following me around its gunna be you havin to explain how they wound up dead. Because you are right I am one of the deadliest men on the planet, so if I catch you fuckin around with me, I’ll prove it! Now I may accept your offer I may not. But you had your chance you didn’t have to do everything you did the way you did it. I’m loyal to those who are loyal to me. This behind the back bullshit maybe is the perfect job for me, but I’ll be the one who makes that decision NOT YOU! Do you understand me?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri:Yeah I believe so Jayson...But let me be perfectly clear you wait until you are absolutely ready to give me an answer because once you do whatever answer you give me will be the one we go with. Once you reject the offer it will never be on the table ever again, and if you accept it there will be no backing until it is time to retake your place and get put behind a desk!
Jayson Violence: Well as long as we understand each other jackoff! Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got shit to do! I advise you get someone else to deal with your little folder assignment here though, I’m not touching this one! Enjoy the rest of your evening General!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: A hundred bucks says you don’t get any tonight!
Jayson Violence: Normally I wouldn’t take this but you are so arrognant and so stupid that it’d be wrong for me not to take this! A fool and his gold you’re on!
We were nose to nose at that point. But I smiled confident than in no longer than three hours I was going to be a hundred dollars richer and for the first time in my life have the mental high ground on fricken General No which is a rare thing indeed and I was satisfied with that. SO I turned and took off I knew if I didn’t make an appearance in the next few she had every right to move onto the next best thing if she hadn’t already.
But by the time I had finaly made back inside I heard the band thank everyone for coming out this evening and then walking off stage. I felt a knot in my stomach...Did I just blow this for real? I didn’t even get her number yet! GOT DAMNIT!...I look all over the place I don’t see her anywhere. So frustrated I head for the door because there was no point standing around in here looking for someone that is probably long gone by now getting the ride of their life after I sat there all night preheating the oven so to speak…
Yet the moment I feel the fresh air on my face I hear a familiar voice…
Ophelia Pain: You know you look like you totally wanna buy me breakfast!
Jayson Violence: Breakfast? How did you know?
Ophelia Pain: Well I mean don’t tell anyone but my MaMa says I got THE GIFT!
Jayson Violence: Ohh really I’ve never met a skeevy palm reader!
Ophelia Pain: HEY I’M NOT A PALM READER! So where did we land on the breakfast thing...You owe me for leaving me during the show..And you might wanna stop by the hospital and at least apologise to those two assholes who were getting a little grabby for my taste in the mosh pit! It is not a place for grab assing I don’t care how nice the tushy looks. You don’t grab ass in the MOSH PIT it’s like a rule! Or like a commandment or something...It’s probably in the constitution!
Jayson Violence: Screw that it’s in the BIBLE!
Ophelia Pain: YES EVEN BETTER!
Jayson Violence: Ms. Pain I would be honored if you would allow me to buy you breakfast!
Ophelia Pain: BREAKFAST? Ohh dear me I thought you’d never ask. You got yourself a date HANDSOME! But look I’m going to go ahead and warn you I have this rule when it comes to breakfast…
Jayson Violence: Ohh rules already! This is gunna be crazy I can tell..
Ophelia Pain: No this is serious you have to pay close attention. The important thing to remember is what I order is mine. If I want you to have some I can at best spare a bite maybe two. But whatever you order...Is also fair game for me. If you want to buy me breakfast as badly as you say you do you will agree to my terms and then our breakfast date can officially begin.
Jayson Violence: I’m pretty sure I can live with all that…
Ophelia Pain: OK GOOD! Say Mr. Jayson I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship! Where to sir?
Scene then cuts our hotel room I get up off the couch nd walk over and see Ophelia sleeping in the bed. There was more than enough room in there for me but I didn’t really wanna press that issue until she was ready. This whole XKoRe title thing has got Ophelia shook. She wants this title win so bad, she earned it. She fought me for it and she won. I was proud of her. I admit I am still getting this wrestling thing down. But I can feel myself getting better and better every week. Sometimes I am able to put it all together and put these assholes down where they belong. But others I end up making one mental or physical error and my opponents make me pay for it everytime. THey weren’t joking when they spoke about the level of talent in OPW.
I just hope Ophelia knows of my own desire to wear the XKoRe crown, because one goal I have not eve lost focus of from day one was saving the XKoRe Division from that popmus ass Scotty Adams, who thinks he is better than the rest of us because he is a purist! He is just jealous that for all of his training and skill, th fact that myself and a few others garner more attention because we crank things up to a different level. Well one day be it sooner or later Scotty Adams will fall to the disease he claims he came here to cure, mark my words. And the only way the war ends is when I take that title from Scotty. And it will be me who does it! I’ll be more than happy to give her another opportunity for it. But this is something that started between Scotty and Myself...and I am going to finish it one way or the other. Besides who am I kidding she knows this just as well as I do. She understands just like I understand that I can’t and won’t lie down for her and she feels the same way. She wants this title for a whole different set of reasons from me, and while hers are just as important to her as mine are to me...We just have to go out there leave everything personal in the dressing room go and then let the chips fall where they may! But I have been waiting for this moment for a very long time and it’s within reach, and I did not come this far and go through everything I have to fuckin fail now! And I won’t!
I go and brush the hair out of her face and cover the crazy girl all up. I swear to God for someone who claims to get as cold as she does you’d think she would do everythng she could to make sure the covers stay over her which is never...At least not that I have seen. But I look her over and laugh to myself, because the once again life’s sense of humor strikes as a loose end I should have tied up a few years ago has come back to haunt me. And who is stuck right smack dab in the middle? Ophelia Pain. Another hurdle for us to get over, but part of me has to wonder if she still has it in for me for the whole me losing her freedom to Jose thing. And that’s what scares me if that’s true then do I even know this girl anymore?
I mean we’ve spoken, but not had a few of the conversations we should have had by now. I sholdn’t be going down to that ring two nights from now with as much doubt about the relationship with the girl who drug me into this profession as I do. I don’t want this line of work as addicting as it is to come between us, but I feel it trying to every second of everyday. Meanwhile I got this asshole on the other end trying to change the rules before the game even starts. Doesn’t wanna fight XKoRe?...I don’t know if its because he is a coward or just in a pissing contest with that blue haired schmuck who runs the company!? Guess we will never no! But fine if he wants me to embarrass him then ok I’ll beat him by his rules it makes no difference what so ever to me. Mr. Walk in the Door right into an Immortal title match wants to bend the rules to where he believes it favors him. I’m not the one! Abdul Bin Hassan is going down!
Now the other day I saw that Al Envy fella post a little promo on a youtube channel talking about that woman who holds the OPW SOuthern Championship and I thought that was a pretty good idea. Real quick way to fire back without having to wait for a camera crew to get down here. Because I hated doing that. I speak when I got something to say, and sitting there practicing in front of a mirror reciting my words like it’s a got damn nursery rhyme never has been me. So i silently reached for my pants on the floor and grabbed my soft pack of Newports...Pheely hates it when I smoke but in this business this stressful I don’t know how she doesn’t? I throw on a black wifebeater and my shoes and a pair of gym shorts with a room key and then head upstairs. I make my way to the top of the roof at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. I light my cigarette and exhale the smoke through my nostrils as I look down at the streets below that are just as busy now as they were five hours ago. I thought it was funny how in a hurry people were to give their money away to these stupid ass slot machines. I mean I can see why people hate us Americans...We do some very dumb shit. But still we aren’t offing each other, we aren’t robbing them of their means to proper education or teaching or allowing them to say what they want or even make decisions on their own. I guess it wasn’t my place to say. All I could control was what happens with me...And I had a message of my own to deliver and it went a little something like this…
Jayson Violence: Life’s a funny thing isn’t it? Ya know I was one of those guys who used to sit around and make fun of the people that participated in this business. I never understood the travel the bumps and bruises, everything that goes into it. The addicting way it feels when the crowd roars in approval when you have a crowd eating out of the palm of your hand! I’ve come to lust for it, even need it at this point! I’ll bet you didn’t know this but a few years ago Abdul I was contracted to murder you. And here I am all these years later in the exact same position. Only the way I kill you this time won’t weigh so heavily on my conscience. Because when I metaphorically kill you Abdul, when I professionally kill you it will be far more gratifying then if I sat in some high building a couple of hundred yards away with a top of the line sniper rifle pointed at your beady little head!l of this excitement all of this luster well let me tell you this chumpo, what happens when you loose your first match back right before you climb in the ring to take on her highness SUPREME QUEEN of OUTLAW PRO WRESTLING ANICKA SWAN?
You are going to dubt yourself, because this guy you just dismissed like I wasn’t worth your time took everything you had, turned it against you and put you on your fucking ass? You wanna change the rules huh? Go ahead CHANGE EM! You wanna throw a little child like temper tantrum about all of this be my guest as if I needed another reason to want to bash your stupid fucking head in! You wanna know what I really think Dooley?..You mind if I call ya Dooley?
I think you are attempting to play head games with me, and it’s because I think you are just as if not more pathetic than the man’s roster spot you took. I hear you come out here and heard everything you had to say and the only difference between the shit that came out of his mouth and the crap that came oozing out of yours was the exact same its just this time it came from underneath turbans instead of sombreros! You are no different than him. Using your political views to draw some kind of reaction, but that gimmick is so fucking tired and lame like we haven’t seen it up to this point. Rocky III was a long ass time ago. Sure that weak ass shit you do used to draw in this business years ago. USA vs the World drew money all over the globe..It;s how an absolute idiot like Hacksaw Jim Duggen was as over as he was. But you Abdul for all your bravado and arrogance you strip thaty away from you and there aint shit to you! You are not a champion you are absolutley fucking pathetic and I am going to crush you underneath my boot and when I do it according to your rules you will sit up and be forced to suffer the realization you should have coime to on your own a long fucking time ago. But you would need a logically working brain to accomplish that so I can see why things are the way that they are.
But know this Abdul it wont matter what rules our match is contested under. But doing what you are doing. You come off like a weakling, like a coward. If you were a fraction of the man you pretned to be you would meet me on this battle field and we would wage war on each other than would give everyone in the first four rows nightmares for a very long time. But in your position I would probably be afraid to, as it is my understanding you haven’t been inside a wrestling ring that matters in a very long time. And I’ll admit I am the XKoRe SENSATION FOR A REASON. I have leaned against that division and the freedoms it allows me to learn the business...So I may not be a master of technical prowess. Not even close. But I know enough to put you down...And when I put you down Abdul it will be a crippling blow that will more than likely change your entire career’s trajectory! So if I were you asshole I’d go find a ring and brush up as much as you can because in order to rob me of my momentum as I attempt to head into INJUSTICE 4 ALL where I will reclaim the XKoRe throne and restore it to it’s originally intended glory you will go on and compete in the matches you don’t deserve to be in in the first place and you will know that it was me who showed that to you. It was me who made people see you are nothing more than an optical illusion. Because in this business the only way you get heard is if you are victorious...So with every defeat you suffer your voice will grow smaller and smaller and smaller and then when you go from a dull roar to a whisper. I’ll be there waiting in the dark to grant you the sweet release you beg ALLAH for before you go to bed at night! See you Monday Night...YOU ARE A GOT DAMN DEAD MAN WALKING BELIEVE IT!!
And at first I didn’t know what in the fuckin hell to do with ,myself! The only world I had ever known was the black ops world. The world that allows most of you the luxury of sittin around on your ass all day and complain because some people on the other side of town have a better cable and internet package than you do.
I’m talking about a world where a worry or concern like that would seem like a day in paradise to some of the places I’ve been to. Where parents have kids and they have to sit up at all hours worrying about how to keep them alive or even worse getting forced into their wars by another tyrant riding up to their village grabbing all the able body boys shoving an AK in their hands and feed them the same crock of bullshit they were fed to make them believe they are fighting a just war for a just cause when the truth is even their superiors have no idea why they are still fighting. But the days keep comin, the bullets keep flying, and the bombs keep dropping.
Diplomats bicker over actual peace while the little ones suffer for it while wallowing in poverty, fear, and bloodshed. That was the world I knew, so coming back and living what many American’s refer to as a normal life wasn’t exactly easy for me, because other than the first few years of my childhood I had never known such a thing. When the United States Military offically handed me my discharge papers making me a civilian I was struck with a fear I had never known because what was I going to do now. For as far back as I could remember my life had been strictly regimented. Be here by O eight hundred hours. Report to the superior for missin briefing, get ready gear up, go in stay alive bust most importantly take care of business accomplish the mission, and hopefully make it back. Go to debriefing, and then hopefully make it back in time for chow. Then wake up the next day and do it all over again as long as I wasn’t woken up in the middle of the night because siome stupid assholes thought they could get the drop on us and attack a heavily fortified US Army base.
I thought about going the MERC route...I think about it even now given the unstability of my current gig, but five years ago when they handed me my marching papers I really thought I would try living my life instead of doing what most guys do who can’t unsee the things tht we have seen and just going back over there because they know if they came back they would be haunted by the ghosts of the things they did and they lives they had to take. BEcause trust me when you spend as much time in the muck as me and some of my brothers have peace and quiet is the worst thing you could ever ask for as your brain tries to wrap around how horrible human beings can be to one another.
SO I decided I would try and experience some of that “good life” so very many of you take for granted everyday. Plus I’m not going to lie my special tactical training and the operations and missions I completed in the name of this country’s constant battle to preserve our freedom and way of life saw me walk away with a more than healthy pension and bank account because I never stood still long enough to spend any of the money I had earned over the years so it all began to pile up.
Most of my marine buddies would come back on leave, find the first girl that would sleep with them more than two nights in a row, throw a ring on their finger only to get word sent to the tent a year or two down the road that their wife had been banging her high school sweetheart who went to the same gym or some shit! How about that fuckin shit huh? Sure they didn’t go through the proper dating protocol to learn who it is they were marrying. But you are over there responsible for the lives of the man right next to you as well as your own and you get a call from home telling you that not only is your marrige over, but she took the kids and yor house and half your shit. How you gunna go out there and watch my back after that? I’ve seen one or two of those guys with their heads blown off with nothing left but the bottom half of their mouth from the neck down. Poor bastards!
So I had been home six months off the job when I met Ophelia Pain. An old friend of mine who took six bullets for his country and could no longer actively participate in the field was a special recruiter, like the one who came and saw me at military school and brought me into the special forces unit after he saw me go through boot camp after joining the marines out of high school, although I wouldn’t call what I went through high school because believe you me if it was there would never have been The Breakfast Club or American Pie.
SO I met Ophelia Pain at some random show that was going on in Brooklyn. To be honest I have no idea who was playing I didn’t go there that night because I liked the band. I wasn’t even there trying to listen to the music. I was there because my neighbors made me go and I was really trying to bang his roommate for the longest.
Jenni Morestino was her name. She was from Brooklyn too, and was about as hardcore Itilian as you could possibly be. Big family the whole magoo. Black hair, big tits, I mean this girl was gorgeous, dumb as dirt but gorgeous and a real sweetheart. SHe was a little on the slutty side but I wasn’t looking to get married that night. NO that night I figure go to some show listen to some hopefully not utterly horrible music and be balls deep in Jenni by the time the sun came up the next moring as I put off starting my life for another day. But that night that wasn’t the hand fate dealt me. That night my life’s trajectory was going to change forever, because all in the same night that was when I met Ophelia Pain and told the United States Government to go fuck themselves!...well kinda
I had been off the job a little over six months and suffice to say I had yet to reach the point where civilian life was filling. Knowing some of my brothers were still out there in the sand getting shot at while I sat at home on my couch and binged watched The Punisher didn’t sit right with me! SO I dabbled in a bit of everything, and well for a kid from Brooklyn that has never known anything outside of a military life style or crime kinda narrowed my options down. So I started slinging a little coke here and there. I didn’t need the money but I did need something to occupy myself until I could stop seeing the faces of the brothers I lost or the fathers, brothers, and sons I put down in the line of duty.
So one night my friend and neighbor Bronx, from Queens came by and asked me if I wanted to go see a show. He wanted free drugs because I had a tendency to really unwind when I got to partying and he knew I wanted to bang his sister and she was a little slutty so I knew my prospects were looking up that evening. So after the rigamorrow of them telling me who we were going to watch I went showered and began the pregame over at their place. My phone had been ringing non stop. My personal phone as well as my...uhh business phone. I ignored both of them because one thing was clear I needed to fuck somethin and it needed to happen tonight. This poor girl has no idea either! If she can even walk tomorrow betcha the rest of my pension it’s at the very least a little lopsided or bow legged!
Was the last thing I remembered when we did the last few lines killed the rest of the bottle of Crown Royal. I took a few hits of the joint they were smoking because I didn’t wanna go to this rock show all geeked out because the first perosn that bumped into me was liable to have their neck snapped, so I did it to calm my nerves. Because cocaine and whiskey are two ingridents for a very bad evening that includes lots of fighting, lots of cursing, maybe some running...from the police and if I was super lucky some fucking that would last an hour past when the sun came up and then ended so my mind would go blank or I’d black out either way the goal was to pass out because if there was one thing at this point I needed more than pussy it was sleep!
So Bronx and his two idiot friends Jimmy and Chad were walking down the street acting like the assholes they were while Jenni and I kind of hung back and talked. It is funny how two people act who know where they are going is nothing more than a prelude and a formality for whats to come later in the evening. I remember laughing and I remember talking to her the whole eight blocks it took for us to get to the little arena the show was it, but for the life of me I couldn’t even begin to tell you a single fuckin thing she or I said specifically.
So we gave the door guy the tickets and Bronx slipped the dude a fifty and an 8ball he scored from me before we headed out and we got onto the floor. SO we went in and the opening band had just taken the stage. They weren’t particularly that good but the crowd was into them already beause when we walked in and made it passed the thick cloud of cigarette and weed smoke that fills the air of any rock show we could see most of the floor was already one big mosh pit. Bronx and his buddies wasted not a moment, as I stepped forward because I couldn’t lt them show me up like that, but before I could go Jenni tugged on my arm and I turned back to her and with a flirty sexy little smile she asked…
Jenni: You’re not going to leave me here all by myself are you?
Jayson Violence: Well now that you mention it, it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?
Jenni: No especially if you think you’re getting lucky later!
Jayson Violence: SO are you saying that if I stay here...Right here, then I’m getting lucky later?
Jenni: Well let’s just say your chances drastically improve!
Jayson Violence: Hmm well let’s see, go into the pit and get my ass kicked or kick some people’s asses maybe get arrested or stay right here and drink a few beers and have drastically improved chances of getting laid later...TOUGH CALL!
She slapped me on the shoulder with a grin on her face as I flashed one back, and that’s when it happened! That’s when I saw her! If I had been looking anywhere else I probably would have missed her, because it was dark as fuck in here and all of a sudden you see this small yet firm female figure with bright bright red hair and wearing all black and a pair of jean shorts that look like they were tailormade for her butt cheeks. Seriously like someone woke up one day and had her come in and sewed the pants together to perfectly fit her ass. SHe even had a thick pair of glasses like the lead singer of WEEZER always wears, and he hair was in pig tails.
This strikingly beautiful woman suddenly stood on the thin line that seperated the mosh pit from literally everyone and everything else as she was bent over tying her shoe. She wiped some blood from her nose and stood up and streched in a way that showed the perfect form of what anyone with at least one functioning eye could see was utterly flawless. She was thick in all the right places and had the most unique interesting look I had ever seen before. I don’t know what it was but from the moment I laid eyes on her I was drawn to her. The hot girl in front of me that made her intentions of letting me smash all but clear just a few moments prior faded out like in a movie as I tried my best to hide the fact that I was staring. Guess what?...Didn’t work!
Jenni notices I’m not paying attention because I think she was trying to ask me a question but I don’t know because I wasn’t really paying attention! SO she turns around to see for herself what grabbed my attention and she spots it immediately, as if she had some radar in her brain being a female she immediately scanned the area for any competition. And just like most females in this position she scoffs turns to me and in a very bitchy tone says…
Jenni: Ew...do you know her?
Jayson Violence: Uhhh, who...Ohh you mean that girl over there...Ummm I uhh I’m not sure, I mean she looks familiar but do I uh, know her personally no?
Jenni: Looks familiar? What do you not have the internet?
Jayson Violence: No why is she a porn star?
Jenni: She aint far off!
Jayson Violence: Skinnamax?
Jenni: No even worse she is a famous pro wrestler...That’s fuckin Ophelia Pain from New Edge Wrestling...Or at least she was I heard the company shut down almost a year ago now! Don’t watch much wrestling?
And just then some fuck nugget out of no where appears right behind Pheely who was bouncing around the edge of the mosh pit sees her and for some odd reason maybe trying to flirt with her shoves her as hard as she can and she goes flying right into me knocking Jenni almost completely out of the way. She knocks Jenni’s beer out of her hand. I was able to catch her, and she looks up at me and we lock eyes for a brief moment and she flashes a small smile at me and I sunk, I was hooked right there. But the moment quickly faded, as she grabs Jenni by the arm and says…
Ophelia Pain: Oh my GAWD I’m so sorry! Let me get you guys some new drinks…
Jenni: Um no thanks we are fine!
Ophelia Pain: Just...hold on there Mrs. Prissy can we put a pin in this wonderful conversation we are having I have to go make sure some asshole knows he was being rude...SO excuse me..
SHe looks me up and down and then back at Jenni smiling as she says…
Ophelia Pain: I’ll BE RIGHHTTT BACK!
Ophelia then slightly shoves Jenni out of the way as she leaps back into the mosh pit, jumping in as if she were one of those huge dudes jumping in it. She waits until she is close to the dude that shoved her and right when they were face to face he stretched out his arms expecting her to hug him but instead she rams her palm into his nose busting his shit WIDDDEEE OPEN! THERE WAS BLOOD FUCKING EVERYWHERRRREEEEE!!! Everyone backs up as the guy immediately fell to his knees. Ophelia wasn’t done yet either. She grabbed the dude by his shirt and rammed her knee into his face. Funny part of the story she actually knocked the guys two front teeth out she kneed him so hard. She then sort of limps out of the mosh pit and everyone backed up like when Moses parted the Red Sea. She then immediately walks right back up to us, slaps me right on my ass and with a smile on her face asks
Ophelia Pain: So how bout them drinks? What’s this one having Hard Lemonade?
Jenni: I don’t think they even serve that here!
Ophelia Pain: Well that’s a shame, what in the hell is this handsome fella supposed to drink now?
Jenni didn’t find that as funny as we did! Jenni remained silent for practically the rest of the evening I couldn’t tell if it was because she was scared shitless of Ophelia or just pissed off because Ophelia didn’t leave our sides the rest of the evening. She and I really hit it off as she took to the fact that I was not a wrestling fan and really had no clue she was even almost famous! That and we shared a similar sense of humor and in all honesty I still had designs on getting laid this evening, but who I wanted to lay with was changing more with every passing second. It may sound stupid but Jenni was in the bag I knew I could have it. Ophelia was like a breathe of fresh air, a human presence I had never known before. SHe was just one of those people. It felt like we had been friends our entire lives, someone I knew I could just tell secrets to if I had any. It wasn’t until the intermission when Jenni apparently had all she could take. Chad had gotten pretty fucked up in the mosh pit and needed to be taken home and Jenni looking for any excuse to leave up until this point jumped at the chance. Feeling a chivalrous sense of obligation I offered to accompany them home since I came with them.
Ophelia being Ophelia made it clear she didn’t want our evening to end, which didn’t help my case. I shot Ophelia a “REALLY?” look and then chased off Jenni who was no longer into hiding the fact that she was pissed off that she now had to go home and probably bang Chad. So I followed them outside trying to save face because I did share a hallway with them and I didn’t wanna deal with spiteful neighbors and well incase things didn’t go well with Ophelia it’s good to keep your options open ya know? So I had to run to catch them and they made it almost two blocks away before I finally caught them.
Jayson Violence: Jenni wai...wait up!
Jenni: Ohh so you do remember my name?...Look I appreciate what you are doing but really I told you it’s not necessary. We’re good it’s cool!
Jayson Violence: Really? Like this isn’t like one of those deals where you say it’s cool but it’s really not?
Jenni: I dunno Jayson why don’t you figure it out! I mean I thought we were like whatever ya know, but apparently not! So just go because I don’t want you to be with me wishing you were with her! Look Jayson I like you ok, but it’s not like we are dating no need to make a thing of it alright? I mean we can still hang out and stuff, but just go back man.
Jayson Violence: Wait...what the hell just happened?
Jenni: I did you a favor love, now get back before some other dude swoops in and you get stuck havin to jerk off tonight!
Jayson Violence: Well, when you put it that way! OK BaBe, well yall get home safe, thanks for eariler...and Jen, babe look at me...We cool?
Jenni: Yeah handsome we are good, just wasn’t out night I suppose! But you can’t out run me forever sir one of these nights you are going to be mine!
Jayson Violence: Well, I’ll bet you that will be one hell of a day…
(SPOILER ALERT: IT REALLY FUCKIN WAS!!!!...This young lady was TELLING THE TRUTH!)
Jenni: Boy, you just don’t even know, now go ahead and get outtah here, go!
Jayson Violence: Right, good night Jenni M
Jenni: Goodnight Jason From 7F Across the hall!
So I took off runing and made it to the end of the street I could see the building the show was at, but that’s when I heard the absolute last voice I ever thought I’d ever hear...And I mean seriously right now? OF ALL THE FUCKING TIMES..I am on the verge of what may be the greatest night of my life and the ame fucking asshole who handed me my fucking marching papers a little over 6 months ago was standing right there dressed in his uniform looking like the smug piece of shit he and every single miserable piece of shit in his family is!
Voice: Boy did you really almost just blow it...But Ophelia Pain really? That is wayyyyyy too much woman for you my friend, you had better be careful! If you had half a fuckin brain you’d turn around right now and beg the Itialian braud to absolve you of your crimes! But clearly that isn’t the case is it! Long time Jayson…
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri (OM-REE) AKA “GENERAL NO” IN charge of over 75% of the black ops the United States has run for the last fifteen years. He is said to be one of a very short list of people that have the power to tell the president of the Unite States “NO” and if the stories are true that is a well earned title with Olle Artie Over THere!
Jayson Violene: HOLY FUCKIN SHIT! You wanna talk about ODD!
Lt Colonel Aruthur Amri: Really what’s odd about it?
Jaysion Violence: Well I’m not sure the fact that you are here in general, in uniform immediatley indicating me to the fact you didnt come here to come in and watch these clowns finish their set now did ya?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Ever the perceptive one eh Jase? Still a wise ass too I see?
Jayson Violence: Yeah, it’s the civilian life sir, kinda turns you into a bitter prick sometimes I guess? I dunno it’s weird...But see the other thing that makes this little reunion or whatever the fuck this is right now seem a bit strange is that you are here with me right now under the impression like I give a flying fuck about whatever it is you came here to tell me. Even if you came here to tell me the UNited States government has decided to celebrate me as a national hero and they wanted to build statues to commemorate my years of service and training for sed service, and also would like to give me five million dollars...General No did you bring me five million dollars?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Armi: No Jayson I’m afrai not!
Jayson Violence: DIdn’t think so, nite nite go fuck yourself!
I impolitely smile and then brush past him slightly bumping shoulders with him. I could feel him roll his eyes as i almost made it to the edge of the street before he called back to me.
Lt Colonel Aruthur Armi: I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE LIKE THIS JAYSON! FOR WHATEVER IT’S WORTH I WAS ALWAYS HONEST WITH YOU SON! IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU CHOSE NOT TO LISTEN!
Jayson Violence: I chose not to? MOTHER FUCKER ARE YOU SERIOUS I OUTTA!?!
I took three big steps and I was so close to doing the one thing I’ve been wanting to do since the day I met this asshole the my last year at the academy. They said I was supposed to learn everything from him as one day I was more than likely going to be the one to replace him But he had other ideas…
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: We had to make it look like we cut all ties, and we had to make it believeable! I told you before hand we had to do all of this. Jayson you have a specific set of skills and a talent for accomplishingse wants to take. You’re not afraid of getting your hands dirty for your country, but you know there are some things that need doing that we as a government can’t take credit for. You know the score already. It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me the first time I told you...Well hear me now, because off the record missions comes with OFF THE RECORD PAY!
Jayson Violence: Ha, I should have known...Part of me did know you wanted me to come do your dirty work you were just coming up with a way for it to not get traced back to you on the day my number gets called. You’re a real piece of shit General NO...YOU KNOW THAT?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: You said yourself you weren’t really into the civilian life! You know what you are I know what you are. You can fight this and waste precious time and leave a lot of got damn money on the table or you can get your head out of your ass and come back to work...UNoffically of course but I promise you…
Jayson Violence: Ohh I’ve had it up to fucking here with your fucking promises General!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT, you know I hate that shit!
Jayson Violece: Yeah why do you think I do it?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Hell I don’t know I don’t really know why you do half the shit you do. I swear to Chris you are without a doubt the dumbest fucking smart person I have ever met in my entire life! But fact is, and me standing here is all the proof you need about any of this, but I know there is no one better suited for this roll...And then after a few years of doin this until I can find more men like you and then you can rejoin the fold, with more pension and benefits you will be set for the rest of your days…
Jayson Violence: If I survive!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Well yeah! But you’ve known that the entire time! It’s the nature of the beast I’m afraid! I mean come on what the hell else you gunna do? Go be a pro wrestler with your new little girlfriend in New Edge Wrestling?
Jayson Violence: Fuck you! She is’t my girlfriend! I just fucking met her!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Yeah but I know you and my sons watch wrestling she’s got a hot little ass doesn’t she?
Jayson Violence: To put it plainly yeah!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Boy you aint kiddin! So do you at least wanna know who it is? Because really it’s funny that we brought up the subject of pro wrestling because well the target used to be a pro wrestler he even used to work for the the same company your little girlfriend did.
Jayson Violence: OK General tell me who the fuck you want me to kill far ya?
General No hands me the the manilla folder he had in his hands rhe entire time. I open it up and trhere the name reads in black bold letters
CLASSIFIED:
SUBJECT FOR IMMEDIATE UNOFFICAL TERMINATION:
ABDUL BIN HASSAN
AMERICAN
IRAQ DESCENT
AGITATOR COULD CAUSE SERIOUS UNREST IN STATES SUBJECT IS SUBJECT TO IMMEDIATE TERMINATION. ORDER TO BE CARRIED OUT IMMEDIATELY. BY ORDER OF LT. COLONEL ARUTHUR AMRI UNITED STATES MARINE CORP ASSISTANT SECRETARY OF DEFENSE.
I read it over and look up the Lt. Colonel
Jayson Violence: You gotta be kidding me, now you want me to start killing Americans? You gotta think I’m fuckin stupid!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Jayson STOP IT! Stop acting like you all of a sudden have some sort of moral code. The problems this asshole stands to cause could bring that fight that way of life here to your backdoor! All it takes is one of these assholes to say the wrong thing to some radical man on the brink over the edge and the next thing you know a CHruch gets blown up people get shot, or worse! Your country needs you…
Jayson Violence: No you do! You need someone to do your dirty work and take the fall for it when it ends up blowing back up in your face! I am offically no longer under the employment of the US GOVERNMENT so I don’t have to shit! So I’ll tell ya what General No...I’ll think your proposal over, and I’ll give ya a call whenever I make a decision!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: Do you know how long that will take some of these cases are time sensitive! Jayson don’t be stupid! This is the only way a guy like you gets anything close to a happy ending. You remain a civilian then you will get killed out here on these streets selling those baby laxatives to idiots and tourists! You are one of the deadliest men on the got damn planet Jayson don’t be fuckin stupid!
Jason Violence: Some might say I was a fuckin idiot for stopping to hear a word that came oozing out of your mouth! Like I told ya General...I’ll let ya know...Until then do me a favor and FUCK OFF! If I see your dogs following me around its gunna be you havin to explain how they wound up dead. Because you are right I am one of the deadliest men on the planet, so if I catch you fuckin around with me, I’ll prove it! Now I may accept your offer I may not. But you had your chance you didn’t have to do everything you did the way you did it. I’m loyal to those who are loyal to me. This behind the back bullshit maybe is the perfect job for me, but I’ll be the one who makes that decision NOT YOU! Do you understand me?
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri:Yeah I believe so Jayson...But let me be perfectly clear you wait until you are absolutely ready to give me an answer because once you do whatever answer you give me will be the one we go with. Once you reject the offer it will never be on the table ever again, and if you accept it there will be no backing until it is time to retake your place and get put behind a desk!
Jayson Violence: Well as long as we understand each other jackoff! Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got shit to do! I advise you get someone else to deal with your little folder assignment here though, I’m not touching this one! Enjoy the rest of your evening General!
Lt. Colonel Aruthur Amri: A hundred bucks says you don’t get any tonight!
Jayson Violence: Normally I wouldn’t take this but you are so arrognant and so stupid that it’d be wrong for me not to take this! A fool and his gold you’re on!
We were nose to nose at that point. But I smiled confident than in no longer than three hours I was going to be a hundred dollars richer and for the first time in my life have the mental high ground on fricken General No which is a rare thing indeed and I was satisfied with that. SO I turned and took off I knew if I didn’t make an appearance in the next few she had every right to move onto the next best thing if she hadn’t already.
But by the time I had finaly made back inside I heard the band thank everyone for coming out this evening and then walking off stage. I felt a knot in my stomach...Did I just blow this for real? I didn’t even get her number yet! GOT DAMNIT!...I look all over the place I don’t see her anywhere. So frustrated I head for the door because there was no point standing around in here looking for someone that is probably long gone by now getting the ride of their life after I sat there all night preheating the oven so to speak…
Yet the moment I feel the fresh air on my face I hear a familiar voice…
Ophelia Pain: You know you look like you totally wanna buy me breakfast!
Jayson Violence: Breakfast? How did you know?
Ophelia Pain: Well I mean don’t tell anyone but my MaMa says I got THE GIFT!
Jayson Violence: Ohh really I’ve never met a skeevy palm reader!
Ophelia Pain: HEY I’M NOT A PALM READER! So where did we land on the breakfast thing...You owe me for leaving me during the show..And you might wanna stop by the hospital and at least apologise to those two assholes who were getting a little grabby for my taste in the mosh pit! It is not a place for grab assing I don’t care how nice the tushy looks. You don’t grab ass in the MOSH PIT it’s like a rule! Or like a commandment or something...It’s probably in the constitution!
Jayson Violence: Screw that it’s in the BIBLE!
Ophelia Pain: YES EVEN BETTER!
Jayson Violence: Ms. Pain I would be honored if you would allow me to buy you breakfast!
Ophelia Pain: BREAKFAST? Ohh dear me I thought you’d never ask. You got yourself a date HANDSOME! But look I’m going to go ahead and warn you I have this rule when it comes to breakfast…
Jayson Violence: Ohh rules already! This is gunna be crazy I can tell..
Ophelia Pain: No this is serious you have to pay close attention. The important thing to remember is what I order is mine. If I want you to have some I can at best spare a bite maybe two. But whatever you order...Is also fair game for me. If you want to buy me breakfast as badly as you say you do you will agree to my terms and then our breakfast date can officially begin.
Jayson Violence: I’m pretty sure I can live with all that…
Ophelia Pain: OK GOOD! Say Mr. Jayson I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship! Where to sir?
Scene then cuts our hotel room I get up off the couch nd walk over and see Ophelia sleeping in the bed. There was more than enough room in there for me but I didn’t really wanna press that issue until she was ready. This whole XKoRe title thing has got Ophelia shook. She wants this title win so bad, she earned it. She fought me for it and she won. I was proud of her. I admit I am still getting this wrestling thing down. But I can feel myself getting better and better every week. Sometimes I am able to put it all together and put these assholes down where they belong. But others I end up making one mental or physical error and my opponents make me pay for it everytime. THey weren’t joking when they spoke about the level of talent in OPW.
I just hope Ophelia knows of my own desire to wear the XKoRe crown, because one goal I have not eve lost focus of from day one was saving the XKoRe Division from that popmus ass Scotty Adams, who thinks he is better than the rest of us because he is a purist! He is just jealous that for all of his training and skill, th fact that myself and a few others garner more attention because we crank things up to a different level. Well one day be it sooner or later Scotty Adams will fall to the disease he claims he came here to cure, mark my words. And the only way the war ends is when I take that title from Scotty. And it will be me who does it! I’ll be more than happy to give her another opportunity for it. But this is something that started between Scotty and Myself...and I am going to finish it one way or the other. Besides who am I kidding she knows this just as well as I do. She understands just like I understand that I can’t and won’t lie down for her and she feels the same way. She wants this title for a whole different set of reasons from me, and while hers are just as important to her as mine are to me...We just have to go out there leave everything personal in the dressing room go and then let the chips fall where they may! But I have been waiting for this moment for a very long time and it’s within reach, and I did not come this far and go through everything I have to fuckin fail now! And I won’t!
I go and brush the hair out of her face and cover the crazy girl all up. I swear to God for someone who claims to get as cold as she does you’d think she would do everythng she could to make sure the covers stay over her which is never...At least not that I have seen. But I look her over and laugh to myself, because the once again life’s sense of humor strikes as a loose end I should have tied up a few years ago has come back to haunt me. And who is stuck right smack dab in the middle? Ophelia Pain. Another hurdle for us to get over, but part of me has to wonder if she still has it in for me for the whole me losing her freedom to Jose thing. And that’s what scares me if that’s true then do I even know this girl anymore?
I mean we’ve spoken, but not had a few of the conversations we should have had by now. I sholdn’t be going down to that ring two nights from now with as much doubt about the relationship with the girl who drug me into this profession as I do. I don’t want this line of work as addicting as it is to come between us, but I feel it trying to every second of everyday. Meanwhile I got this asshole on the other end trying to change the rules before the game even starts. Doesn’t wanna fight XKoRe?...I don’t know if its because he is a coward or just in a pissing contest with that blue haired schmuck who runs the company!? Guess we will never no! But fine if he wants me to embarrass him then ok I’ll beat him by his rules it makes no difference what so ever to me. Mr. Walk in the Door right into an Immortal title match wants to bend the rules to where he believes it favors him. I’m not the one! Abdul Bin Hassan is going down!
Now the other day I saw that Al Envy fella post a little promo on a youtube channel talking about that woman who holds the OPW SOuthern Championship and I thought that was a pretty good idea. Real quick way to fire back without having to wait for a camera crew to get down here. Because I hated doing that. I speak when I got something to say, and sitting there practicing in front of a mirror reciting my words like it’s a got damn nursery rhyme never has been me. So i silently reached for my pants on the floor and grabbed my soft pack of Newports...Pheely hates it when I smoke but in this business this stressful I don’t know how she doesn’t? I throw on a black wifebeater and my shoes and a pair of gym shorts with a room key and then head upstairs. I make my way to the top of the roof at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. I light my cigarette and exhale the smoke through my nostrils as I look down at the streets below that are just as busy now as they were five hours ago. I thought it was funny how in a hurry people were to give their money away to these stupid ass slot machines. I mean I can see why people hate us Americans...We do some very dumb shit. But still we aren’t offing each other, we aren’t robbing them of their means to proper education or teaching or allowing them to say what they want or even make decisions on their own. I guess it wasn’t my place to say. All I could control was what happens with me...And I had a message of my own to deliver and it went a little something like this…
Jayson Violence: Life’s a funny thing isn’t it? Ya know I was one of those guys who used to sit around and make fun of the people that participated in this business. I never understood the travel the bumps and bruises, everything that goes into it. The addicting way it feels when the crowd roars in approval when you have a crowd eating out of the palm of your hand! I’ve come to lust for it, even need it at this point! I’ll bet you didn’t know this but a few years ago Abdul I was contracted to murder you. And here I am all these years later in the exact same position. Only the way I kill you this time won’t weigh so heavily on my conscience. Because when I metaphorically kill you Abdul, when I professionally kill you it will be far more gratifying then if I sat in some high building a couple of hundred yards away with a top of the line sniper rifle pointed at your beady little head!l of this excitement all of this luster well let me tell you this chumpo, what happens when you loose your first match back right before you climb in the ring to take on her highness SUPREME QUEEN of OUTLAW PRO WRESTLING ANICKA SWAN?
You are going to dubt yourself, because this guy you just dismissed like I wasn’t worth your time took everything you had, turned it against you and put you on your fucking ass? You wanna change the rules huh? Go ahead CHANGE EM! You wanna throw a little child like temper tantrum about all of this be my guest as if I needed another reason to want to bash your stupid fucking head in! You wanna know what I really think Dooley?..You mind if I call ya Dooley?
I think you are attempting to play head games with me, and it’s because I think you are just as if not more pathetic than the man’s roster spot you took. I hear you come out here and heard everything you had to say and the only difference between the shit that came out of his mouth and the crap that came oozing out of yours was the exact same its just this time it came from underneath turbans instead of sombreros! You are no different than him. Using your political views to draw some kind of reaction, but that gimmick is so fucking tired and lame like we haven’t seen it up to this point. Rocky III was a long ass time ago. Sure that weak ass shit you do used to draw in this business years ago. USA vs the World drew money all over the globe..It;s how an absolute idiot like Hacksaw Jim Duggen was as over as he was. But you Abdul for all your bravado and arrogance you strip thaty away from you and there aint shit to you! You are not a champion you are absolutley fucking pathetic and I am going to crush you underneath my boot and when I do it according to your rules you will sit up and be forced to suffer the realization you should have coime to on your own a long fucking time ago. But you would need a logically working brain to accomplish that so I can see why things are the way that they are.
But know this Abdul it wont matter what rules our match is contested under. But doing what you are doing. You come off like a weakling, like a coward. If you were a fraction of the man you pretned to be you would meet me on this battle field and we would wage war on each other than would give everyone in the first four rows nightmares for a very long time. But in your position I would probably be afraid to, as it is my understanding you haven’t been inside a wrestling ring that matters in a very long time. And I’ll admit I am the XKoRe SENSATION FOR A REASON. I have leaned against that division and the freedoms it allows me to learn the business...So I may not be a master of technical prowess. Not even close. But I know enough to put you down...And when I put you down Abdul it will be a crippling blow that will more than likely change your entire career’s trajectory! So if I were you asshole I’d go find a ring and brush up as much as you can because in order to rob me of my momentum as I attempt to head into INJUSTICE 4 ALL where I will reclaim the XKoRe throne and restore it to it’s originally intended glory you will go on and compete in the matches you don’t deserve to be in in the first place and you will know that it was me who showed that to you. It was me who made people see you are nothing more than an optical illusion. Because in this business the only way you get heard is if you are victorious...So with every defeat you suffer your voice will grow smaller and smaller and smaller and then when you go from a dull roar to a whisper. I’ll be there waiting in the dark to grant you the sweet release you beg ALLAH for before you go to bed at night! See you Monday Night...YOU ARE A GOT DAMN DEAD MAN WALKING BELIEVE IT!!