Post by Rivers on Jul 12, 2020 23:52:19 GMT -5
Three apparently was the magic number. Do you remember that line in the Godfather. "Fredo was banging two cocktail waitresses at a time!" Well, move the fuck over because I was banging three at a time. I cannot tell you how good it felt either. It's just one of those things you've got to experience in your own life. This time I'm in control of the camera, and as I swing the camera panning around you can see one of the women laying in bed with her breast exposed, and then she covers it with the white sheet on the bed.
I lay the camera onto the night stand set where you cannot get any more previews, and slip on my pants, along with the my shirt, scarf, and molle vest. My 2 .45's are in my leg holsters. As I pick up the camera my OPW Prestige Title belt is laying across another one of the other women. Being the OPW Prestige Champion opened up avenues that didn't come when you were not the champ. I grabbed up my OPW Prestige Championship, and left the hotel room nonchalantly. I was preparing for my next challenge which had a unique name, and unfortunately it seemed like that was the only thing he had.
There were also other avenues that opened up when you were in the Syndicate as opposed to if you were not. The main one was everybody who knew not to fuck with! As I arrive outside a car is all ready waiting on me and I thought to myself, "Goddamn, now that is service!" I get in, and I don't even have to tell the driver anything. Things were definitely looking up...
"Redrum"
"Murder spelled backward. What an interesting plot point? But why even put yourself to the forefront if you're just going to be the next jobber to fall back into obscurity? What's even worse is the fact that Jayson Violence has now recruited Redrum as if they're both going to move on, and conquer the world. You see this?"
I tap on my OPW Prestige Title belt which is now on my shoulder.
"Take a good look, because it's something that neither of you will ever know! After this week "Murder" will have lost its meaning unless you're looking through the obituaries, and you know that Christian Rivers is doing the work the rest of the world doesn't have the stomach for! Get ready for an even bigger fall Red, because you damn sure aren't about to recover from it. The Immortal Tag Team Championships? Just exactly what in the hell have you ever done to deserve a shot at them? Oh that's right! In Obama's left over directives one of his prized policies was everybody is suppose to get a participation trophy, and I just bet you're waiting for yours to arrive in the mail! Your silence confirms it, and to be honest I sort of expected for you to ride the coat tails of somebody else because you don't have the ability to do it by yourself! I'm a bigger outlaw than you are Red, and I most definitely don't have to explain myself when it comes to Jayson Violence. A true outlaw nation doesn't rely on dead weight. So while Jayson may want to lug the anchor around; I'm going to do the OPW a favor, and just put you out to pasture this week."
The driver stops at the local gun store, and a once in a life time midnight special just for yours truly. I stock up on more mags, and ammunition. Pay, and then return to my private car.
"The true exposition of this is you picked the wrong week, and you picked the wrong opponent. It's quite apparent you cannot take care of yourself, and I, being the man I am will take care of that immediately. Now if your new partner in crime wants to get involved guess what I'll do just for you Red? I'll put a bullet between his eyes in front of the live audience. Nothing screams outlaw like having a geniune one in the Syndicate, and in OPW. It's just another gift that will keep on giving thanks to yours truly. Don't think I forgot about Ophelia Pain either. I know how to treat nosy little whores who get into your business. Of course I'm going to save that one because I truly know it intrigues you, and the rest of this roster. You cannot, and will not be saved in this organization. Nobody will save you this week. As somebody else watches you fail, you will continue to fail else where. Now Red, I hate to say I told you so, but you're doing down in flames. I'm not threatened by you. In fact, just the opposite. You are quite amusing, but nothing will entertain me more than to see you fall by my hand. I make another impact this week taking out the garbage, and whatever next week holds well, I'll face that too. See you in just a few short hours chump!"
To thank my driver I know of a secret brothel, but you, the viewer can't know this information. But it would appear that I'm going to be banging three more cocktail waitresses!
I lay the camera onto the night stand set where you cannot get any more previews, and slip on my pants, along with the my shirt, scarf, and molle vest. My 2 .45's are in my leg holsters. As I pick up the camera my OPW Prestige Title belt is laying across another one of the other women. Being the OPW Prestige Champion opened up avenues that didn't come when you were not the champ. I grabbed up my OPW Prestige Championship, and left the hotel room nonchalantly. I was preparing for my next challenge which had a unique name, and unfortunately it seemed like that was the only thing he had.
There were also other avenues that opened up when you were in the Syndicate as opposed to if you were not. The main one was everybody who knew not to fuck with! As I arrive outside a car is all ready waiting on me and I thought to myself, "Goddamn, now that is service!" I get in, and I don't even have to tell the driver anything. Things were definitely looking up...
"Redrum"
"Murder spelled backward. What an interesting plot point? But why even put yourself to the forefront if you're just going to be the next jobber to fall back into obscurity? What's even worse is the fact that Jayson Violence has now recruited Redrum as if they're both going to move on, and conquer the world. You see this?"
I tap on my OPW Prestige Title belt which is now on my shoulder.
"Take a good look, because it's something that neither of you will ever know! After this week "Murder" will have lost its meaning unless you're looking through the obituaries, and you know that Christian Rivers is doing the work the rest of the world doesn't have the stomach for! Get ready for an even bigger fall Red, because you damn sure aren't about to recover from it. The Immortal Tag Team Championships? Just exactly what in the hell have you ever done to deserve a shot at them? Oh that's right! In Obama's left over directives one of his prized policies was everybody is suppose to get a participation trophy, and I just bet you're waiting for yours to arrive in the mail! Your silence confirms it, and to be honest I sort of expected for you to ride the coat tails of somebody else because you don't have the ability to do it by yourself! I'm a bigger outlaw than you are Red, and I most definitely don't have to explain myself when it comes to Jayson Violence. A true outlaw nation doesn't rely on dead weight. So while Jayson may want to lug the anchor around; I'm going to do the OPW a favor, and just put you out to pasture this week."
The driver stops at the local gun store, and a once in a life time midnight special just for yours truly. I stock up on more mags, and ammunition. Pay, and then return to my private car.
"The true exposition of this is you picked the wrong week, and you picked the wrong opponent. It's quite apparent you cannot take care of yourself, and I, being the man I am will take care of that immediately. Now if your new partner in crime wants to get involved guess what I'll do just for you Red? I'll put a bullet between his eyes in front of the live audience. Nothing screams outlaw like having a geniune one in the Syndicate, and in OPW. It's just another gift that will keep on giving thanks to yours truly. Don't think I forgot about Ophelia Pain either. I know how to treat nosy little whores who get into your business. Of course I'm going to save that one because I truly know it intrigues you, and the rest of this roster. You cannot, and will not be saved in this organization. Nobody will save you this week. As somebody else watches you fail, you will continue to fail else where. Now Red, I hate to say I told you so, but you're doing down in flames. I'm not threatened by you. In fact, just the opposite. You are quite amusing, but nothing will entertain me more than to see you fall by my hand. I make another impact this week taking out the garbage, and whatever next week holds well, I'll face that too. See you in just a few short hours chump!"
To thank my driver I know of a secret brothel, but you, the viewer can't know this information. But it would appear that I'm going to be banging three more cocktail waitresses!