The not so bright side of life
Jul 4, 2015 15:04:18 GMT -5
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Post by Jackson White on Jul 4, 2015 15:04:18 GMT -5
It’s 4AM and the place is some neighborhood on the NY Kings territory. A black guy is slowly walking, smoking a joint. Everything is silent and nobody is on the street. Suddenly, the black man sees some people coming on his direction. He stops walking and smokes the joint one last time before throwing it to the ground. He starts walking back as the other guys start running, trying to chase him. He starts to run too and manages to escape after running through a few blocks. However, two men were waiting for him on a street and he finds himself without any possible exit since the previous ones were just behind him. One of them was the NY Kings’ leader’s right hand, Jordan.
Jordan: Hello, Brandon.
Brandon (crying): Please, don’t hurt man, I’m sorry okay? I will pay you soon just give me more time, please…
Jordan showed Brandon the unfinished joint he was smoking moments ago and lighted it taking a drag. He took another one before start talking.
Jordan: I gave you lots of time to pay what you owe me but instead, you lie to me about having some financial difficulties and I believed you at first. However, I found out Mr. Brandon has being buying weed from our enemies’ territory. Didn’t you think I would discover it?
Brandon put his hands over his head without saying any word. He was just crying a lot.
Jordan: Answer me, nigga! Do you think I am dumb? Did you found a way of fooling me? I have eyes everywhere, you’re the dumb one here. I would beat the crap out of you, but I’ve already done it once so…
Brandon popped his eyes seeing Jordan putting gloves on his hands and pulling out a knife of his pocket and started to scream.
Brandon: No! Please! Don’t kill me!
The other men started to grab Brandon and one of them put his hand on his mouth, preventing him to scream. Jordan proceeded to knife him straight in the heart, killing him almost instantly.
Jordan: You know what you’ve got to do right?
All men nodded.
Jordan: That trashy white motherfucker will know who rules New York.
“Consumed,
I feel the rage growing inside me,
A fear i cannot contain,
At war with an enemy that does not rest who will never relent.
This city, these lifeless catacombs, our tombs they have become.”
Jackson turned off the music as he got out of the shower. He had to get up early since he had an appointment in the psychology that, mysteriously, Jackson had dreamt about some days ago.
Jackson: Parkway Drive really understands me even though one of my enemies is impossible to defeat. He has already taken my father and will inevitably win the war. I hate and love New York at the same time. It brings me so many bad and good memories… The strange thing is that I feel this about almost everything... Except wrestling! I’m so anxious about that fatal-4way. Just like on Blast, I can already see the referee raising my arm at the end of the match. That’s how I must face every single challenge, with an optimistic point of view. It worked against Gemini Battle so it will definitely work against those newbies. The funny thing is that I’m facing a member of DRG again. Is Seth making fun of me? Well, I never considered him as a brother anyway, when I left the club he was still a prospect…
Jackson looked at the clock and noticed he was a little late. He quickly dressed up and left home. After a few minutes he arrived at the clinic and it was a little different from his dream. Much smaller, there was no secretary, just a waiting room with a tiny television. Anthony Palmer quickly opened a door and asked Jackson to get in, giving him a firm handshake.
Anthony: So, your mother told me you were having some strange nightmares. Let’s talk about it, explain me what happens on those bad dreams.
Jackson: I assume you know what happened to my father.
Anthony nodded.
Jackson: Most of the dreams he shows up and after some talk he pulls out a pistol and kills me. It’s as simple as that. The strange part was a few days ago… I had a lucid dream in which I was here talking to you… I don’t know how it was possible for me to predict the future.
Anthony laughed a little before start talking.
Anthony: The human’s subconscious is a very interesting and powerful thing. You’ve probably heard about me at some part of your life, you just don’t remember. What your brain did was finding a solution for your problem. I guess you noticed you weren’t feeling alright so you without noticing discovered a way of helping yourself. As you know, I am a friend of your mom, so she perhaps mentioned me at some moment. About your nightmares… Well, it’s not a rare situation. You suffered a traumatic experience and, once again, your subconscious starts to work and mixes two different things: Your father, and the murderer you witnessed.
Jackson: What can I do to stop having those nightmares then?
Anthony: My advice is that you let it go. You’re probably too attached to the day you got shot. It’s not easy, but you need to put your past behind.
Jackson: If I could get a penny every time I hear that I would be rich.
Anthony: It’s the truth, Jackson. You came here searching for help, looking for a solution. This is what you’ve got to do. If it’s too difficult for you to let go what happened, try to look at it from a different angle. You survived the gun shot. It could have gone bad, but you’re here, breathing.
Jackson: Sometimes I think it would be better if I hadn’t survived.
Anthony: Don’t say that. Your mother lost her husband, imagined how she would feel if she lost you too. And I am sure you have lots of friends who need you alive.
Jackson: You’re probably right.
Anthony: We still have time, do you want to talk about anything else?
Jackson: I don’t think so…
Anthony: Then I have a favor to ask…
Jackson: You do?
Anthony: Yes. My son is a fan of wrestling, he watches frequently the shows of the wrestling company you work for. WCF, right?
Jackson: Yes, Wrestling Championship Federation.
Anthony: He is about to get here, he just left home. Do you mind to wait a few minutes and talk a little bit with him? Maybe give him an autograph…
Jackson: Sure, it just has to be quick… I’m sorry but I have a lot of stuff to do.
Anthony: It’s okay, I’m sure he’ll just take a minute to get here.
*Knock knock*
Anthony: There he is! Come in, son!
Anthony Palmer’s son was an adolescent with 15 years old. He got pretty excited when he saw Jackson White, he wasn’t expecting him.
Anthony: Look who’s here, Paul! Jackson is Mary’s son and I asked him to wait for you.
Paul: Hi, sir… I’m a big fan of yours…
Jackson: It’s always nice to meet an admirer.
Paul: I thought you didn’t care about us fans.
Jackson: Well, to be honest I don’t. I don’t wrestle for the crowd to be amazed. I wrestle because I enjoy it. But it’s great to know that somebody likes to watch me fight.
Paul: I’ve read on WCF’s site that you’ll face Celeste, Kyle Kemp and Spencer Adams… Are you confident about the win?
Jackson: Of course Paul. I am always sure I’ll get the win. If I don’t get it, I just try to improve what I did wrong on my last match. For example, before I was absent I noticed one of my largest mistakes was didn’t knowing my opponent as I know myself. That’s the key to win matches in wrestling, you must study your opponents in order to counter what you think they’ll offer on the match. That’s what I did against Gemini Battle and that’s what I’m going to do on Sunday. For example, against Spencer Adams I need to fight aggressively because I’ve already noticed he’s a little afraid of me. He mentioned on Twitter that he believes I am the toughest challenge in the Fatal-4-Way and he knows I am a former member of DRG and I beat one of his brothers at Blast so it means he’s going to pay more attention to me and that he’ll be more careful when I attack. The smartest approach is probably to tire him by letting Celeste or Kyle Kemp fight him. However, I’ll probably be busier with Celeste since Kyle and Spencer look like two rival kids fighting in the playground.
Paul laughed really loud and Jackson smiled at him. Anthony Palmer really helped him to see things in a brightest way, and talking to a fan of him was making him feel happier.
Jackson: I’m not very concerned about this match even though it’s an important one. Ultimate Showdown is near and I have to proof to Seth that I deserve to up a notch in my career. Well, I’m not very worried because first, I’m fighting a woman. Women are not meant to be on wrestling, especially Celeste. I mean, she won her debut match, congratulations to her. But after that what did she do? She won a match against ANOTHER woman and the rest of the matches were just public self-humiliation moments. She thinks she can elude every male wrestler in WCF just because she is beautiful, but she’s wrong. I am not gay, but I honestly don’t care about girls when I am on that ring. I only care about destroying people and trust me Paul, she will suffer.
Paul: What about Kyle Kemp?
Jackson: Are you familiar with the TV series Arrow or with the DC Comics?
Paul: Yes, I’ve seen some episodes.
Jackson: Kyle Kemp is just like Oliver Queen before he went to the island. He’s a young man that believes he has the world on his hands. He treats everyone as he pleases and humility is a word that doesn’t make part of his dictionary. Guess what? That Fatal-4-Way match will be Kyle’s Lian Yu. When we step in that ring I’m going to teach him a lesson that he should’ve already learnt. All covet, all lose. He doesn’t have any chance against me, Paul. I advise you to turn on your TV on Sunday and celebrate the match’s victory with me. Look, now I have to go… Do you want my autograph?
Paul: Sure! Dad, give me a paper and a pen please!
Anthony got up and searched for some useless paper near a lot of documents that were on his desk. He found one and gave it to Jackson while handing him a black pen too. Jackson signed it and gave it to Paul. He gave a handshake to Paul and then one to Anthony. “Thank you both for this, you were really helpful.” Jackson left the room and took a look to the waiting room’s TV before leaving. It was passing the news and it made Jackson stop. There was a reporter talking about a murderer that occurred in New York City. “Matt Carter, vice-president of the Carter Industries suspect of murderer”, said the title. The reporter then proceeded to interview the main-detective of the case. It was John Porter, the detective that supposedly was retired.
Jackson: You got to be kidding me…
John: The body was found in a waste container on this street with a knife that had Matt’s fingerprints. We can’t conclude anything for now, but Matt is indeed our main suspect in this case.
Jackson’s world collapsed. Did his best friend really kill that man? And if he did, how was he so careless? He’s always concerned about hiding clues about his crimes, how could he be so sloppy? That didn’t look like Matt at all. Even though Matt and Jackson had their issues they were still close friends. Jackson still needed him to be around giving him motivation and helping him when he needed. He couldn’t go to jail! How would Jackson survived without his support? Jackson picked up his phone and called Matt. He quickly answered.
Matt: Hi Jackson. Look, I am really busy right now, so we’ll talk later ok?
Jackson: Just wait a second Matt, I just watched on the news you’re a suspect of the murderer of a black man, what happened man? Was it really you?
Matt: What the fuck are you talking about?
Jackson: You didn’t know?
Matt: No! What the hell?!
Jackson: Turn the TV on channel 1.
There was some silence for a few seconds. Then, Jackson could heard his cousin Sarah in the back crying and screaming at Matt.
Matt: Jackson I’ll call you later.
Jackson: Where are you Matt?
Matt: At home, but don’t come Jackson. I’m fine.
Matt hung up. Jackson couldn’t leave his friend! He was always there when he most needed. He had to help him so he went to his house even though his friend told him exactly the opposite. He rang the doorbell and Sarah opened the door. Inside, there was John Porter with two policemen talking with Matt. Porter looked at Jackson and at first he didn’t recognize him, but as soon as Jackson entered the house and grabbed Matt’s arm putting him away from the detectives John remembered Jackson’s face. He remembered it too well.
John Porter: You? Again? God no…
Jackson: What’s the matter? Do you want me to kick your ass even more? Or do you prefer that I go fuck your little daughter?
John Porter was clearly perturbed. He wanted to get revenge for Jackson beating the crap out of him at that hotel corridor but he couldn’t do that. He had to be more intelligent than that brainless wrestler.
John Porter: If you don’t have anything to add to the investigation I ask you to leave the house and let us interrogate Mr. Matt.
Jackson was surprised by Porter’s move. He didn’t let his emotions win against his rational side. He was cleaver.
Jackson (thinking): What can I do to help Matt? I could do an enormous speech about how Matt is a good man and how he was framed because he could never hurt anyone… But that’s not enough… Unless…
Suddenly Jackson had a huge idea. A risky one, but if everything’s went right it would delay the interrogation and consequently the investigation. There were only two major problems but Fenix took the risk anyway. He took his mobile phone and started to type.
John Porter: Mr. Jackson?
Jackson: Look, I know I don’t deserve your respect but listen to me. Matt is a great man. He didn’t do nothing wrong. He’s just the vice-president of his father’s company. He has nothing to do with this murderer. He’s an innocent man and yet you’re here torturing him and his wife. Don’t you see the pain you’re causing? I don’t understand how you are doing all these efforts to interrogate the wrong person while you ignore my father’s murderer by saying that there were not enough evidences to continue the case. That’s bullshit, Porter, and you know it. Now, leave this house and go catch the real assassin instead of being here accusing my best friend of being something he’s definitely not.
John Porter: Look, it’s really beautiful that you two have such a good friendship but that doesn’t help in the investigation. Now, if you excuse us, leave the house or you’ll get in trouble.
Jackson: I can see that I can’t resolve the situation peacefully.
Jackson punched Porter in the face really hard and the policemen quickly reacted but Fenix raked one policeman’s eyes and kicked the other in the belly and pushed him against the wall. Porter got up and delivered really hard punch on Jackson’s cheek.
Matt: Jackson, that’s enough!
Jackson: Come on John! Show me what you’ve got!
Porter tried to punch Jackson again but he dodged and kicked him in the leg. Porter tried to kick him too but Fenix reversed it and threw him to the ground. He locked his leg with a “Leg Lock” and Porter started to scream, begging him to stop. One policeman got up and pointed a gun at Jackson.
Policeman 1: It’s over, stop it.
Jackson: You won’t dare to shoot me!
The other policeman got up too and punched Jackson in the face, making him stop the “Leg Lock”. When the policemen were about to arrest White, someone knocked the door. It was Anthony Palmer.
Anthony: Oh my god! What happened?
Sarah (crying): He… He… Jackson went crazy and attacked them...
Anthony: Mr. Porter, isn’t it?
John Porter: Yes.
Anthony: My name is Anthony Palmer and I am a psychiatrist. Here’s my card. Jackson is a patient of mine and he had an appointment just a few minutes ago. I gave him some pills to calm his nerves but it has a secondary effect to people who are allergic to a specific substance that’s present on those pills. I didn’t know Jackson had it and the probability of that to really happen is really small. I guess it just happened, it’s not Jackson’s fault it’s the pills’ fault. If it’s not too much to ask, just let me take him under observation or he’ll get even worse. If I don’t take the suitable measures right now he may get to the point where he’ll self-mutilate his body. Please, detective, trust me. You can talk to Jackson after he’s alright.
John Porter: Fuck, ok, just take him. I’ve got other things to worry about…
Anthony used a syringe on Jackson and he calmed down. Anthony left with Jackson as John Porter received a phone call.
John Porter: Yes? What? How is that possible?! Fuck. Ok. Yes, I’ll be right there. Mr. Matt I think today is your lucky day.
Matt: What happened?
John Porter: There was a fire on the crime scene somehow and one of the investigators had to use a fire extinguisher. We’ll contact you when there are developments about this case.
Matt: Really? Oh... Ok…
John Porter and the policemen left the house. Just as they left Matt received a phone call.
Matt: Jackson? Are you feeling better?
Jackson: I can’t believe this.
Matt: What?
Jackson: You thought that was real? I was faking it. I found a way of delaying the interrogatory so Doug could destroy the crime scene so there are no proofs against you.
Matt: How did you know I sent Doug to the crime scene?
Jackson: I know you pretty well my friend. I knew you wouldn’t stand still.
Matt: Holy shit… Thank you Jackson. Thank you so much!
Jackson: No problem Matt. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Jackson hung up. He was in the car with Anthony Palmer and he was driving with a really serious and concerned expression on his face.
Anthony: We’re even now. But don’t ever ask me to do something like that.
Jackson: I’m sorry Mr. Palmer. It’s just because I know my friend is innocent. I had to help him.
Anthony: Ok, but this is the last time I get involved in a police investigation.
Jackson: Sure… Thank you very much Mr. Palmer. I’m sorry but that was the only way.
Anthony left Jackson near his home and told him not to leave until the next day to not arouse suspicion. Jackson nodded and left the car. "Check-Mate Porter" he said before entering home.
Jackson is in a WCF’s event to hype next Slam and to promote Ultimate Showdown. There are a lot of journalists and a lot of people anxious to get an autograph for The Fenix and interested in listen to what Jackson White has to say about his opponents, himself, the other matches and the incoming PPV, Ultimate Showdown.
Jackson: Good evening everyone.
Jackson received a mixed reaction. Half of the people there were really big fans of “The Fenix” and others were just there because they were fans of WCF.
Jackson: I’m really happy to be here, I can see lots of people, that’s great! We can start the questions.
Lots of journalists called for Jackson while raising their hands. Jackson picked one. While he did that, he looked at one of the journalists. It was Jennifer Adams. Another reunion? For fuck’s sake… Just like meeting John Porter again wasn’t enough, now he had to answer questions to her. Jackson said he would call her the last time they met, but he didn’t. He wanted to do it, but he couldn’t trust her after what she did to him. But well, he was on that event mainly because he was being paid and that money was useful to help his mom. “I guess I’ll have to make a sacrifice. God damn it.”
Journalist: How do you feel about your win at Blast against Gemini Battle?
Jackson: How do I feel? Obviously I feel fantastic. I promised I would shock everyone and I did it. Like I said, I am a man of my word, people just didn’t believe that and they were wrong. It was amazing to see everyone’s mouth being opened while the ref raised my hand and Kyle Steel screamed loud and clear that the winner of the match was the best Portuguese wrestler ever. It felt so good to proof DRG and the entire WCF’s locker room that I am fine on my own. It was also rewarding that Seth gave me an opportunity to show my value and I took it. That’s what I am going to go from now on, I’ll win every single match Seth puts me in and show to him that I am among the best in WCF. To conclude, I am certain that my father is really proud. I’m sure he watched his son getting the win at the PPV.
After Jackson stop talking he looked directly at Jennifer Adams. She still messed with his brain. They are so similar to each other… But how could he trust her again after what she did to him? Once again, every single journalist wanted to ask Jackson a question. He let Jennifer talk.
Jennifer: Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Let’s talk about your next match, what do you have to say about Celeste, Kyle Kemp and Spencer Adams? Do you think you’ll get the win again?
Jackson: Of course I am going to beat them. I am the more experienced wrestler in the match. They are all relatively new in the company, so I am sure they still feel nervous before every match. I don’t. I enter that ring confident and I do what I know how to do best. I brawl. That’s simple as that. How could I be nervous by facing three jobbers? Celeste should be in the “passerelle” parading. She should be a top model, not a wrestler! She is so vain… I’m sure that if she entered in the model world she would be easily influenced and she would become a bulimic that spends the day staring at the mirror. “I’m too fat I need to throw up more!” – She would say. Who knows if she already does it? She is more concerned about her appearance than she is about winning matches. She only won her debut match and a match against another woman. That’s ridiculous! Does she think she has a chance against me? Against the man who beat FPV, John Barber and Remus Micayle at XIII? I am a fucking legend! Celeste has nothing impressive on her curriculum so she is not a threat to me.
It will be fun to fight Kyle Kemp though. He’s young and has great aspirations like me but the difference between him and me is simple. I am skilled, talented and tough. He is not. He’s an arrogant loser who thinks he he’s worth something just because he used to be a successful baseball player. It doesn’t matter who you were in the past, Kyle. It matters who you are now. And right now, Kyle Kemp is a weak piece of crap that doesn’t stand a single chance against “The Fenix”. If wrestling matches were about who we were in the past, then I admit it, I would lose it. I was weak when I was a child. But now I am a tough fearless man who assaults every single wrestler that faces me in that ring. I hope Kyle believes he can do to me what he does to other people. I hope he believes he can treat me as I was his servant so I can crush his head with my “The Destroyer” and see the light fading away from his eyes. I like to do that, I like to give false expectations to cocky people so I can put them so down and so away from their self-esteem that they lose their will to live. I’m going to do that to Kemp. I’m going to teach him how to be humble and it won’t be the easy way. He’ll learn humility on the turnbuckles, on the crowd barriers, on the ring posts and on the steel steps. He’ll be my bitch on that match so he can understand what he does to people.
Jennifer: What about Spencer Adams?
Jackson: Spencer Adams is a big crying baby. He hasn’t done anything spectacular since he joined WCF and honestly I don’t think he ever will. The only chance he got to win gold he lost it and it was for a low-value title. But instead of trying to get better, instead of learning from his mistakes and get stronger he just… Cries. He’s constantly whining about doesn’t seeing results, he’s complaining all the time about putting his maximum effort on every single match and the payment he receives is a lost. How the hell is he a true challenge? I got one dose of DRG members at Blast and I injected it into my veins. Do you know how I felt? I felt good. It felt nice to consume Gemini Battle and it will feel even better to consume the prospect of DRG. When I left DRG I heard about giving him the full patch but he’ll always be a fucking freshman to me. Let me give Spencer an explanation of why he loses matches. He doesn’t have enough experience and he doesn’t have enough balls to handle defeat. I have lost some matches, I have won some. But do you know why I am going to win the match? Because I’ve got the nuts to spit on defeat and don’t let it affect me. But Spencer… He’s always afraid of losing. He enters that ring wonder if he’ll be able to beat his opponent. That is a mistake. When I walk through that ramp I keep my head down. Do you know why? Because I am focused of what will happen a few minutes after that. I am already seeing my opponent down and the referee raising my arm. But “The Antidote” is just like his brother Gemini Battle. He cares about the fans’ looks, he cares about the media taking about him, and it matters to him that people like him. I don’t. The only people I need to impress is my dad, my mom and myself. I wonder if Adams cares about making his daddy proud. Of course not! I bet he wished his father was dead. Well, at least if my father was a drunk pervert I would want him to die. But that’s in these cases that it’s notorious this world’s injustice. My father died and was a great man. He was a hard worker, he was humble, he was kind, he was a gentlemen. Spencer’s father is constantly drinking, he’s a violent man, a pervert and an asshole. And he’s still alive, walking around this cruel planet. These things make me give up life… But then I remember. I have asses to kick on Sunday! I have Spencer’s entire body at my disposal to torture. That makes me happy.
Every single journalist raises his hand asking Jackson questions and he picks another one to talk.
Journalist: What about your expectations regarding Ultimate Showdown?
Jackson: It will be a great PPV. It is an historical event and the main-event has superstars with a lot of potential to provide an amazing match. I just hope Seth agrees with me and gives me a number one contender match for a title. I am hungry of titles, I need to feed. I’ve had so many chances to win gold and I haven’t done it yet… It must happen fast or I’ll end someone’s career on that ring. I get so angry sometimes… I get so mad that instead of fighting for titles I am fighting three rookies that clearly don’t have a bright future ahead of them. But I understand it… I was absent for two months, Seth cannot put me on the road to glory so soon… I must show him I deserve it first. And believe me, I will. Seth will regret he didn’t give me a title shot the second I returned. I won’t answer any more question, I’ll just give some autographs.
The journalists left and some people were in line to get an autograph. It took at least one hour since there were so many people, and some of them wanted to get a photograph with Jackson. After that ended, Jennifer Adams was waiting for him.
Jennifer: Hello…
Jackson: Hi.
Jennifer: Can we talk?
Jackson: Sure.
Jennifer and Jackson started to walk slowly as she started to talk.
Jennifer: I understand why you never called me… I swear I do… But you have no idea of the difficulties I had. I needed to pay the bills and I owed money to the bank… If I knew I would like you so much I would never do that… If I knew what you went through I would never do it… Just, please, forgive me Jackson…
Jennifer eyes were in tears. It looked like she was really sorry. Jackson didn’t want to forgive her but that look was crushing Jackson’s heart. He also liked her, he wanted to give her a chance.
Jackson: It’s ok. I understand Jennifer…
Jennifer: You do?!
Jackson: Yes, like you said, you were desperate. I really like you Jennifer… You’re just like me…
Jennifer: I like you too Jackson.
They hugged and kissed. That was the first time in four years that Jackson was feeling really happy. He helped his friend Matt, he met a girl he really likes and his career was doing fine. Maybe people were right… Maybe being obsessed about finding his father’s murderer was making him feel worse. He was starting to think whether he should continue to do it or not.
William, NY Kings’ leader, is in a room with a prostitute. He is drinking a bottle of tequila, he is clearly drunk. The woman is making him a blowjob.
William: That’s right baby, just like that. Oh…
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door.
William: Leave!
Someone knocked on the door again.
William: Not now! I’ll fucking kill you if you continue to knock!
From the outside, William could hear one of NY Kings’ members talking to him. “Jordan wants to talk to you now.”
William: Tell him to wait!
“He said it’s important.” William took a huge sip on the bottle and sent the prostitute out. He got dressed and quickly got out of the bedroom, really pissed.
William: What the fuck do you want Jordan? A guy cannot have his dick sucked now?
Jordan: The plan failed.
William: What? How?
Jordan: There was a fire on the crime scene. The NYPD has nothing against Matt.
There was a table with a computer, some alcohol bottles and a weed bongo. William stood still for a few seconds and then pushed everything that was over the table to the ground. He was really mad. Some members of the NY Kings came to see it as Jordan made them signs to leave, saying everything was okay.
Jordan: What do you want to do now?
William: Now? Now I want to get drunk as fuck and I want my dick to get sucked. Where’s that bitch that I said to leave?
Jordan: William, what should we do about The Dragons?
William grabbed the prostitute ass and gave her a huge kiss. He took the tequila bottle again and took another huge sip and opened the bedroom door and told the woman to enter it and while slapping her ass shouted at Jordan: “I’ll fuck this bitch and then I’m going to fuck Matt’s wife and kill her. He has no idea of what he got into. I am the New York King and I won’t share my fucking throne.”
Jordan: Hello, Brandon.
Brandon (crying): Please, don’t hurt man, I’m sorry okay? I will pay you soon just give me more time, please…
Jordan showed Brandon the unfinished joint he was smoking moments ago and lighted it taking a drag. He took another one before start talking.
Jordan: I gave you lots of time to pay what you owe me but instead, you lie to me about having some financial difficulties and I believed you at first. However, I found out Mr. Brandon has being buying weed from our enemies’ territory. Didn’t you think I would discover it?
Brandon put his hands over his head without saying any word. He was just crying a lot.
Jordan: Answer me, nigga! Do you think I am dumb? Did you found a way of fooling me? I have eyes everywhere, you’re the dumb one here. I would beat the crap out of you, but I’ve already done it once so…
Brandon popped his eyes seeing Jordan putting gloves on his hands and pulling out a knife of his pocket and started to scream.
Brandon: No! Please! Don’t kill me!
The other men started to grab Brandon and one of them put his hand on his mouth, preventing him to scream. Jordan proceeded to knife him straight in the heart, killing him almost instantly.
Jordan: You know what you’ve got to do right?
All men nodded.
Jordan: That trashy white motherfucker will know who rules New York.
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“Consumed,
I feel the rage growing inside me,
A fear i cannot contain,
At war with an enemy that does not rest who will never relent.
This city, these lifeless catacombs, our tombs they have become.”
Jackson turned off the music as he got out of the shower. He had to get up early since he had an appointment in the psychology that, mysteriously, Jackson had dreamt about some days ago.
Jackson: Parkway Drive really understands me even though one of my enemies is impossible to defeat. He has already taken my father and will inevitably win the war. I hate and love New York at the same time. It brings me so many bad and good memories… The strange thing is that I feel this about almost everything... Except wrestling! I’m so anxious about that fatal-4way. Just like on Blast, I can already see the referee raising my arm at the end of the match. That’s how I must face every single challenge, with an optimistic point of view. It worked against Gemini Battle so it will definitely work against those newbies. The funny thing is that I’m facing a member of DRG again. Is Seth making fun of me? Well, I never considered him as a brother anyway, when I left the club he was still a prospect…
Jackson looked at the clock and noticed he was a little late. He quickly dressed up and left home. After a few minutes he arrived at the clinic and it was a little different from his dream. Much smaller, there was no secretary, just a waiting room with a tiny television. Anthony Palmer quickly opened a door and asked Jackson to get in, giving him a firm handshake.
Anthony: So, your mother told me you were having some strange nightmares. Let’s talk about it, explain me what happens on those bad dreams.
Jackson: I assume you know what happened to my father.
Anthony nodded.
Jackson: Most of the dreams he shows up and after some talk he pulls out a pistol and kills me. It’s as simple as that. The strange part was a few days ago… I had a lucid dream in which I was here talking to you… I don’t know how it was possible for me to predict the future.
Anthony laughed a little before start talking.
Anthony: The human’s subconscious is a very interesting and powerful thing. You’ve probably heard about me at some part of your life, you just don’t remember. What your brain did was finding a solution for your problem. I guess you noticed you weren’t feeling alright so you without noticing discovered a way of helping yourself. As you know, I am a friend of your mom, so she perhaps mentioned me at some moment. About your nightmares… Well, it’s not a rare situation. You suffered a traumatic experience and, once again, your subconscious starts to work and mixes two different things: Your father, and the murderer you witnessed.
Jackson: What can I do to stop having those nightmares then?
Anthony: My advice is that you let it go. You’re probably too attached to the day you got shot. It’s not easy, but you need to put your past behind.
Jackson: If I could get a penny every time I hear that I would be rich.
Anthony: It’s the truth, Jackson. You came here searching for help, looking for a solution. This is what you’ve got to do. If it’s too difficult for you to let go what happened, try to look at it from a different angle. You survived the gun shot. It could have gone bad, but you’re here, breathing.
Jackson: Sometimes I think it would be better if I hadn’t survived.
Anthony: Don’t say that. Your mother lost her husband, imagined how she would feel if she lost you too. And I am sure you have lots of friends who need you alive.
Jackson: You’re probably right.
Anthony: We still have time, do you want to talk about anything else?
Jackson: I don’t think so…
Anthony: Then I have a favor to ask…
Jackson: You do?
Anthony: Yes. My son is a fan of wrestling, he watches frequently the shows of the wrestling company you work for. WCF, right?
Jackson: Yes, Wrestling Championship Federation.
Anthony: He is about to get here, he just left home. Do you mind to wait a few minutes and talk a little bit with him? Maybe give him an autograph…
Jackson: Sure, it just has to be quick… I’m sorry but I have a lot of stuff to do.
Anthony: It’s okay, I’m sure he’ll just take a minute to get here.
*Knock knock*
Anthony: There he is! Come in, son!
Anthony Palmer’s son was an adolescent with 15 years old. He got pretty excited when he saw Jackson White, he wasn’t expecting him.
Anthony: Look who’s here, Paul! Jackson is Mary’s son and I asked him to wait for you.
Paul: Hi, sir… I’m a big fan of yours…
Jackson: It’s always nice to meet an admirer.
Paul: I thought you didn’t care about us fans.
Jackson: Well, to be honest I don’t. I don’t wrestle for the crowd to be amazed. I wrestle because I enjoy it. But it’s great to know that somebody likes to watch me fight.
Paul: I’ve read on WCF’s site that you’ll face Celeste, Kyle Kemp and Spencer Adams… Are you confident about the win?
Jackson: Of course Paul. I am always sure I’ll get the win. If I don’t get it, I just try to improve what I did wrong on my last match. For example, before I was absent I noticed one of my largest mistakes was didn’t knowing my opponent as I know myself. That’s the key to win matches in wrestling, you must study your opponents in order to counter what you think they’ll offer on the match. That’s what I did against Gemini Battle and that’s what I’m going to do on Sunday. For example, against Spencer Adams I need to fight aggressively because I’ve already noticed he’s a little afraid of me. He mentioned on Twitter that he believes I am the toughest challenge in the Fatal-4-Way and he knows I am a former member of DRG and I beat one of his brothers at Blast so it means he’s going to pay more attention to me and that he’ll be more careful when I attack. The smartest approach is probably to tire him by letting Celeste or Kyle Kemp fight him. However, I’ll probably be busier with Celeste since Kyle and Spencer look like two rival kids fighting in the playground.
Paul laughed really loud and Jackson smiled at him. Anthony Palmer really helped him to see things in a brightest way, and talking to a fan of him was making him feel happier.
Jackson: I’m not very concerned about this match even though it’s an important one. Ultimate Showdown is near and I have to proof to Seth that I deserve to up a notch in my career. Well, I’m not very worried because first, I’m fighting a woman. Women are not meant to be on wrestling, especially Celeste. I mean, she won her debut match, congratulations to her. But after that what did she do? She won a match against ANOTHER woman and the rest of the matches were just public self-humiliation moments. She thinks she can elude every male wrestler in WCF just because she is beautiful, but she’s wrong. I am not gay, but I honestly don’t care about girls when I am on that ring. I only care about destroying people and trust me Paul, she will suffer.
Paul: What about Kyle Kemp?
Jackson: Are you familiar with the TV series Arrow or with the DC Comics?
Paul: Yes, I’ve seen some episodes.
Jackson: Kyle Kemp is just like Oliver Queen before he went to the island. He’s a young man that believes he has the world on his hands. He treats everyone as he pleases and humility is a word that doesn’t make part of his dictionary. Guess what? That Fatal-4-Way match will be Kyle’s Lian Yu. When we step in that ring I’m going to teach him a lesson that he should’ve already learnt. All covet, all lose. He doesn’t have any chance against me, Paul. I advise you to turn on your TV on Sunday and celebrate the match’s victory with me. Look, now I have to go… Do you want my autograph?
Paul: Sure! Dad, give me a paper and a pen please!
Anthony got up and searched for some useless paper near a lot of documents that were on his desk. He found one and gave it to Jackson while handing him a black pen too. Jackson signed it and gave it to Paul. He gave a handshake to Paul and then one to Anthony. “Thank you both for this, you were really helpful.” Jackson left the room and took a look to the waiting room’s TV before leaving. It was passing the news and it made Jackson stop. There was a reporter talking about a murderer that occurred in New York City. “Matt Carter, vice-president of the Carter Industries suspect of murderer”, said the title. The reporter then proceeded to interview the main-detective of the case. It was John Porter, the detective that supposedly was retired.
Jackson: You got to be kidding me…
John: The body was found in a waste container on this street with a knife that had Matt’s fingerprints. We can’t conclude anything for now, but Matt is indeed our main suspect in this case.
Jackson’s world collapsed. Did his best friend really kill that man? And if he did, how was he so careless? He’s always concerned about hiding clues about his crimes, how could he be so sloppy? That didn’t look like Matt at all. Even though Matt and Jackson had their issues they were still close friends. Jackson still needed him to be around giving him motivation and helping him when he needed. He couldn’t go to jail! How would Jackson survived without his support? Jackson picked up his phone and called Matt. He quickly answered.
Matt: Hi Jackson. Look, I am really busy right now, so we’ll talk later ok?
Jackson: Just wait a second Matt, I just watched on the news you’re a suspect of the murderer of a black man, what happened man? Was it really you?
Matt: What the fuck are you talking about?
Jackson: You didn’t know?
Matt: No! What the hell?!
Jackson: Turn the TV on channel 1.
There was some silence for a few seconds. Then, Jackson could heard his cousin Sarah in the back crying and screaming at Matt.
Matt: Jackson I’ll call you later.
Jackson: Where are you Matt?
Matt: At home, but don’t come Jackson. I’m fine.
Matt hung up. Jackson couldn’t leave his friend! He was always there when he most needed. He had to help him so he went to his house even though his friend told him exactly the opposite. He rang the doorbell and Sarah opened the door. Inside, there was John Porter with two policemen talking with Matt. Porter looked at Jackson and at first he didn’t recognize him, but as soon as Jackson entered the house and grabbed Matt’s arm putting him away from the detectives John remembered Jackson’s face. He remembered it too well.
John Porter: You? Again? God no…
Jackson: What’s the matter? Do you want me to kick your ass even more? Or do you prefer that I go fuck your little daughter?
John Porter was clearly perturbed. He wanted to get revenge for Jackson beating the crap out of him at that hotel corridor but he couldn’t do that. He had to be more intelligent than that brainless wrestler.
John Porter: If you don’t have anything to add to the investigation I ask you to leave the house and let us interrogate Mr. Matt.
Jackson was surprised by Porter’s move. He didn’t let his emotions win against his rational side. He was cleaver.
Jackson (thinking): What can I do to help Matt? I could do an enormous speech about how Matt is a good man and how he was framed because he could never hurt anyone… But that’s not enough… Unless…
Suddenly Jackson had a huge idea. A risky one, but if everything’s went right it would delay the interrogation and consequently the investigation. There were only two major problems but Fenix took the risk anyway. He took his mobile phone and started to type.
John Porter: Mr. Jackson?
Jackson: Look, I know I don’t deserve your respect but listen to me. Matt is a great man. He didn’t do nothing wrong. He’s just the vice-president of his father’s company. He has nothing to do with this murderer. He’s an innocent man and yet you’re here torturing him and his wife. Don’t you see the pain you’re causing? I don’t understand how you are doing all these efforts to interrogate the wrong person while you ignore my father’s murderer by saying that there were not enough evidences to continue the case. That’s bullshit, Porter, and you know it. Now, leave this house and go catch the real assassin instead of being here accusing my best friend of being something he’s definitely not.
John Porter: Look, it’s really beautiful that you two have such a good friendship but that doesn’t help in the investigation. Now, if you excuse us, leave the house or you’ll get in trouble.
Jackson: I can see that I can’t resolve the situation peacefully.
Jackson punched Porter in the face really hard and the policemen quickly reacted but Fenix raked one policeman’s eyes and kicked the other in the belly and pushed him against the wall. Porter got up and delivered really hard punch on Jackson’s cheek.
Matt: Jackson, that’s enough!
Jackson: Come on John! Show me what you’ve got!
Porter tried to punch Jackson again but he dodged and kicked him in the leg. Porter tried to kick him too but Fenix reversed it and threw him to the ground. He locked his leg with a “Leg Lock” and Porter started to scream, begging him to stop. One policeman got up and pointed a gun at Jackson.
Policeman 1: It’s over, stop it.
Jackson: You won’t dare to shoot me!
The other policeman got up too and punched Jackson in the face, making him stop the “Leg Lock”. When the policemen were about to arrest White, someone knocked the door. It was Anthony Palmer.
Anthony: Oh my god! What happened?
Sarah (crying): He… He… Jackson went crazy and attacked them...
Anthony: Mr. Porter, isn’t it?
John Porter: Yes.
Anthony: My name is Anthony Palmer and I am a psychiatrist. Here’s my card. Jackson is a patient of mine and he had an appointment just a few minutes ago. I gave him some pills to calm his nerves but it has a secondary effect to people who are allergic to a specific substance that’s present on those pills. I didn’t know Jackson had it and the probability of that to really happen is really small. I guess it just happened, it’s not Jackson’s fault it’s the pills’ fault. If it’s not too much to ask, just let me take him under observation or he’ll get even worse. If I don’t take the suitable measures right now he may get to the point where he’ll self-mutilate his body. Please, detective, trust me. You can talk to Jackson after he’s alright.
John Porter: Fuck, ok, just take him. I’ve got other things to worry about…
Anthony used a syringe on Jackson and he calmed down. Anthony left with Jackson as John Porter received a phone call.
John Porter: Yes? What? How is that possible?! Fuck. Ok. Yes, I’ll be right there. Mr. Matt I think today is your lucky day.
Matt: What happened?
John Porter: There was a fire on the crime scene somehow and one of the investigators had to use a fire extinguisher. We’ll contact you when there are developments about this case.
Matt: Really? Oh... Ok…
John Porter and the policemen left the house. Just as they left Matt received a phone call.
Matt: Jackson? Are you feeling better?
Jackson: I can’t believe this.
Matt: What?
Jackson: You thought that was real? I was faking it. I found a way of delaying the interrogatory so Doug could destroy the crime scene so there are no proofs against you.
Matt: How did you know I sent Doug to the crime scene?
Jackson: I know you pretty well my friend. I knew you wouldn’t stand still.
Matt: Holy shit… Thank you Jackson. Thank you so much!
Jackson: No problem Matt. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Jackson hung up. He was in the car with Anthony Palmer and he was driving with a really serious and concerned expression on his face.
Anthony: We’re even now. But don’t ever ask me to do something like that.
Jackson: I’m sorry Mr. Palmer. It’s just because I know my friend is innocent. I had to help him.
Anthony: Ok, but this is the last time I get involved in a police investigation.
Jackson: Sure… Thank you very much Mr. Palmer. I’m sorry but that was the only way.
Anthony left Jackson near his home and told him not to leave until the next day to not arouse suspicion. Jackson nodded and left the car. "Check-Mate Porter" he said before entering home.
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Jackson is in a WCF’s event to hype next Slam and to promote Ultimate Showdown. There are a lot of journalists and a lot of people anxious to get an autograph for The Fenix and interested in listen to what Jackson White has to say about his opponents, himself, the other matches and the incoming PPV, Ultimate Showdown.
Jackson: Good evening everyone.
Jackson received a mixed reaction. Half of the people there were really big fans of “The Fenix” and others were just there because they were fans of WCF.
Jackson: I’m really happy to be here, I can see lots of people, that’s great! We can start the questions.
Lots of journalists called for Jackson while raising their hands. Jackson picked one. While he did that, he looked at one of the journalists. It was Jennifer Adams. Another reunion? For fuck’s sake… Just like meeting John Porter again wasn’t enough, now he had to answer questions to her. Jackson said he would call her the last time they met, but he didn’t. He wanted to do it, but he couldn’t trust her after what she did to him. But well, he was on that event mainly because he was being paid and that money was useful to help his mom. “I guess I’ll have to make a sacrifice. God damn it.”
Journalist: How do you feel about your win at Blast against Gemini Battle?
Jackson: How do I feel? Obviously I feel fantastic. I promised I would shock everyone and I did it. Like I said, I am a man of my word, people just didn’t believe that and they were wrong. It was amazing to see everyone’s mouth being opened while the ref raised my hand and Kyle Steel screamed loud and clear that the winner of the match was the best Portuguese wrestler ever. It felt so good to proof DRG and the entire WCF’s locker room that I am fine on my own. It was also rewarding that Seth gave me an opportunity to show my value and I took it. That’s what I am going to go from now on, I’ll win every single match Seth puts me in and show to him that I am among the best in WCF. To conclude, I am certain that my father is really proud. I’m sure he watched his son getting the win at the PPV.
After Jackson stop talking he looked directly at Jennifer Adams. She still messed with his brain. They are so similar to each other… But how could he trust her again after what she did to him? Once again, every single journalist wanted to ask Jackson a question. He let Jennifer talk.
Jennifer: Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Let’s talk about your next match, what do you have to say about Celeste, Kyle Kemp and Spencer Adams? Do you think you’ll get the win again?
Jackson: Of course I am going to beat them. I am the more experienced wrestler in the match. They are all relatively new in the company, so I am sure they still feel nervous before every match. I don’t. I enter that ring confident and I do what I know how to do best. I brawl. That’s simple as that. How could I be nervous by facing three jobbers? Celeste should be in the “passerelle” parading. She should be a top model, not a wrestler! She is so vain… I’m sure that if she entered in the model world she would be easily influenced and she would become a bulimic that spends the day staring at the mirror. “I’m too fat I need to throw up more!” – She would say. Who knows if she already does it? She is more concerned about her appearance than she is about winning matches. She only won her debut match and a match against another woman. That’s ridiculous! Does she think she has a chance against me? Against the man who beat FPV, John Barber and Remus Micayle at XIII? I am a fucking legend! Celeste has nothing impressive on her curriculum so she is not a threat to me.
It will be fun to fight Kyle Kemp though. He’s young and has great aspirations like me but the difference between him and me is simple. I am skilled, talented and tough. He is not. He’s an arrogant loser who thinks he he’s worth something just because he used to be a successful baseball player. It doesn’t matter who you were in the past, Kyle. It matters who you are now. And right now, Kyle Kemp is a weak piece of crap that doesn’t stand a single chance against “The Fenix”. If wrestling matches were about who we were in the past, then I admit it, I would lose it. I was weak when I was a child. But now I am a tough fearless man who assaults every single wrestler that faces me in that ring. I hope Kyle believes he can do to me what he does to other people. I hope he believes he can treat me as I was his servant so I can crush his head with my “The Destroyer” and see the light fading away from his eyes. I like to do that, I like to give false expectations to cocky people so I can put them so down and so away from their self-esteem that they lose their will to live. I’m going to do that to Kemp. I’m going to teach him how to be humble and it won’t be the easy way. He’ll learn humility on the turnbuckles, on the crowd barriers, on the ring posts and on the steel steps. He’ll be my bitch on that match so he can understand what he does to people.
Jennifer: What about Spencer Adams?
Jackson: Spencer Adams is a big crying baby. He hasn’t done anything spectacular since he joined WCF and honestly I don’t think he ever will. The only chance he got to win gold he lost it and it was for a low-value title. But instead of trying to get better, instead of learning from his mistakes and get stronger he just… Cries. He’s constantly whining about doesn’t seeing results, he’s complaining all the time about putting his maximum effort on every single match and the payment he receives is a lost. How the hell is he a true challenge? I got one dose of DRG members at Blast and I injected it into my veins. Do you know how I felt? I felt good. It felt nice to consume Gemini Battle and it will feel even better to consume the prospect of DRG. When I left DRG I heard about giving him the full patch but he’ll always be a fucking freshman to me. Let me give Spencer an explanation of why he loses matches. He doesn’t have enough experience and he doesn’t have enough balls to handle defeat. I have lost some matches, I have won some. But do you know why I am going to win the match? Because I’ve got the nuts to spit on defeat and don’t let it affect me. But Spencer… He’s always afraid of losing. He enters that ring wonder if he’ll be able to beat his opponent. That is a mistake. When I walk through that ramp I keep my head down. Do you know why? Because I am focused of what will happen a few minutes after that. I am already seeing my opponent down and the referee raising my arm. But “The Antidote” is just like his brother Gemini Battle. He cares about the fans’ looks, he cares about the media taking about him, and it matters to him that people like him. I don’t. The only people I need to impress is my dad, my mom and myself. I wonder if Adams cares about making his daddy proud. Of course not! I bet he wished his father was dead. Well, at least if my father was a drunk pervert I would want him to die. But that’s in these cases that it’s notorious this world’s injustice. My father died and was a great man. He was a hard worker, he was humble, he was kind, he was a gentlemen. Spencer’s father is constantly drinking, he’s a violent man, a pervert and an asshole. And he’s still alive, walking around this cruel planet. These things make me give up life… But then I remember. I have asses to kick on Sunday! I have Spencer’s entire body at my disposal to torture. That makes me happy.
Every single journalist raises his hand asking Jackson questions and he picks another one to talk.
Journalist: What about your expectations regarding Ultimate Showdown?
Jackson: It will be a great PPV. It is an historical event and the main-event has superstars with a lot of potential to provide an amazing match. I just hope Seth agrees with me and gives me a number one contender match for a title. I am hungry of titles, I need to feed. I’ve had so many chances to win gold and I haven’t done it yet… It must happen fast or I’ll end someone’s career on that ring. I get so angry sometimes… I get so mad that instead of fighting for titles I am fighting three rookies that clearly don’t have a bright future ahead of them. But I understand it… I was absent for two months, Seth cannot put me on the road to glory so soon… I must show him I deserve it first. And believe me, I will. Seth will regret he didn’t give me a title shot the second I returned. I won’t answer any more question, I’ll just give some autographs.
The journalists left and some people were in line to get an autograph. It took at least one hour since there were so many people, and some of them wanted to get a photograph with Jackson. After that ended, Jennifer Adams was waiting for him.
Jennifer: Hello…
Jackson: Hi.
Jennifer: Can we talk?
Jackson: Sure.
Jennifer and Jackson started to walk slowly as she started to talk.
Jennifer: I understand why you never called me… I swear I do… But you have no idea of the difficulties I had. I needed to pay the bills and I owed money to the bank… If I knew I would like you so much I would never do that… If I knew what you went through I would never do it… Just, please, forgive me Jackson…
Jennifer eyes were in tears. It looked like she was really sorry. Jackson didn’t want to forgive her but that look was crushing Jackson’s heart. He also liked her, he wanted to give her a chance.
Jackson: It’s ok. I understand Jennifer…
Jennifer: You do?!
Jackson: Yes, like you said, you were desperate. I really like you Jennifer… You’re just like me…
Jennifer: I like you too Jackson.
They hugged and kissed. That was the first time in four years that Jackson was feeling really happy. He helped his friend Matt, he met a girl he really likes and his career was doing fine. Maybe people were right… Maybe being obsessed about finding his father’s murderer was making him feel worse. He was starting to think whether he should continue to do it or not.
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William, NY Kings’ leader, is in a room with a prostitute. He is drinking a bottle of tequila, he is clearly drunk. The woman is making him a blowjob.
William: That’s right baby, just like that. Oh…
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door.
William: Leave!
Someone knocked on the door again.
William: Not now! I’ll fucking kill you if you continue to knock!
From the outside, William could hear one of NY Kings’ members talking to him. “Jordan wants to talk to you now.”
William: Tell him to wait!
“He said it’s important.” William took a huge sip on the bottle and sent the prostitute out. He got dressed and quickly got out of the bedroom, really pissed.
William: What the fuck do you want Jordan? A guy cannot have his dick sucked now?
Jordan: The plan failed.
William: What? How?
Jordan: There was a fire on the crime scene. The NYPD has nothing against Matt.
There was a table with a computer, some alcohol bottles and a weed bongo. William stood still for a few seconds and then pushed everything that was over the table to the ground. He was really mad. Some members of the NY Kings came to see it as Jordan made them signs to leave, saying everything was okay.
Jordan: What do you want to do now?
William: Now? Now I want to get drunk as fuck and I want my dick to get sucked. Where’s that bitch that I said to leave?
Jordan: William, what should we do about The Dragons?
William grabbed the prostitute ass and gave her a huge kiss. He took the tequila bottle again and took another huge sip and opened the bedroom door and told the woman to enter it and while slapping her ass shouted at Jordan: “I’ll fuck this bitch and then I’m going to fuck Matt’s wife and kill her. He has no idea of what he got into. I am the New York King and I won’t share my fucking throne.”
