Post by jasoncash on Jan 7, 2017 21:25:02 GMT -5
Jason Cash sat on the back of his beat up old truck. It was mid day. It was sunny, but a cool wind blew from the north. It was a day of reflection for most. The holidays were over. Families were separated once again, each going back to their jobs.
. Jason appeared to be lost in thought as he sat on the tailgate of that old beat up truck. It was a wonder that the old, rusty thing could hold his weight but it did. What could our hillbilly hero have been thinking about? Only the man himself actually knew.
"Fuck you doin?"
Jason looked up. Salem Sheppard was walking up the driveway. His face was painted all white with black around the eyes. His pupils were whited out, giving him a rather frightening look.
"Cat got your fuckin tongue, homie?".
Jason shook his head and took a drink of his beer. "Shit naw man. Just worried bout Erik. Aint nobody heard from that sumbitch since the shootin.", Cash said as he looked up.
Jason had had a rough go of it lately. His family was stalked. He had a new baby. Then the shooting happened, and now Erik was gone. It was all wearing down on our hillbilly hero. He was stressed out. And constantly being watched by the security guys only made things worse. Cash could take care of his own. He'd rather take care of his own. He didn't need those security guys watching his every move. Hell, he already had cameras around him at all times as it was.
Shep eyed our hero for a second. "All this shit gettin to you, huh?", Salem asked. Cash nodded. " Yo ass bout right there. Just gettin cabin fever is all. Then there's the Pantheon problem.", Cash said as he took a drink. Salem Sheppard listened intently. Cash had been somewhat of a mentor to him. He held great respect for our hillbilly hero.
"We need numbers, Shep. There's what..eight of them sumbitches?", Cash said. Salem nodded. "Fuck yea, but who? Team up wit Brotherhood?", Shep asked. If looks could kill, Salem Sheppard would be a dead man. The look Jason Cash shot him was devastating.
"Fuck that mess. Them sumbitches Is the lowest of the low. Perty damn soon, they'll have enough talent to open up a sumbitchin hotdog stand. Them sumbitches worthless as all hell. Im still waitin on Bishop to given the koolaide.", Cash ranted. Salem nodded in agreement. "We still the baddest sumbitches round wssf. An with Vinnie's crazy ass, we gone be takin out them Bitchkrew fellas real soon. This mess gone get mighty...mighty physical. An I ain't sure them sumbitches is ready for it.", Cash added as he took a drink of his beer. He reached into his back pocket, lifting his ass to reach, and grabbed his can of cherry skoal. He grabbed a pinch and looked at Shep. "Wanna dip? It'll put hair on yer balls.", Cash said as he offered a chew to his ZT brother. "Fuck no, Homie. That shit nasty", Shep said, turning up his nose. Cash grinned. "Taste like good pussy.", Cash said with a grin. Shep grinned as well. "Tastes like good church goin pussy, son. You oughta try it.", Cash added. Shep shook his head. "You fuckin crazy. You know that?", Shep asked. Cash nodded his head. "I been told.", Cash said before spitting a good bit of spit into the grass.
Cash jumped off the tailgate as if he were performing for the circus. "Who we got this week, Shep? Nicole aint read me the card.", Cash asked. Shep shook his head. "I got the week off, homie. But you, J and Vinnie got Brotherhood. Yall get to beat on, bishop, Pomp, and that fuckin midget.", Shep said to our hillbilly hero, who just shook his head. "So Basically what yer sayin is that we got Gandalf the Grey, a guy who would be highly suspect around a bakery..and frodo baggins? Hell..Sounds like we all got the week off too", Cash said with a grin so wide the chew in his lip showed.
"GET ON THE GROUND!"
Shep turned as if he was going to run away. Cash threw his hands up.
"Hand ups, don’t shoot!", Cash yelled. Both men turned to the street as the voice they'd heard was Russian. The ZT security guys were mostly russian. Never knew why. They just were, but what our duo saw was a bit un-nerving
The ZT Security guy stood about six foot six. He was a spitting image is Ivan Drogo from Rocky. The guy was massive. He wasn’t the type of guy you wanted to meet in a back alley at night.. Or at the grocery store for that matter. They were all personally trained by Erik Black himself. AFter they were vetted and had background checks of course. To put it simply, they were all extremely dangerous.
This one, in particular, was Ivan. Obviously named after Drogo. He was a very dangerous man. He'd spent years in Spec Ops. He was a beast. He held his gun in his right hand as he stood over a much smaller man. Well..Anyone would be smaller to this beast of a man.
"Who sent you?"
There was no answer. Cash and Shep watched on in awe. "Theres a fuckin gun on the ground!", Shep said, pointing to the hand gun that was layin at Ivan's feet. "Fuckn hell.", Cash said with a shake of his head.
"What fuckin sent you?"
Again, there was no answer. The small man, who wore a simple black shirt and jeans while being of hispanic descent pointed to Cash and Shep. "they know who sent me.", he muttered. Cash kind of titled his head as if he didn’t understand. Neither of them knew who this guy was or who would send him. Ivan looked up to Cash and Shep, who were still standing in the yard. "You? You know who sent him?", he asked with his russian accent. Cash looked at Shep. Shep looked at Cash. Both shrugged their shoulders. "I don’t know no wetbacks. You, Shep?", Cash said. Shep shrugged his shoulders. He was still in awe of the gigantic Russian man.
Ivan put his foot on the back of the hispanic man's head to keep him down. He reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. "Erik. We had an incident at Cash's house. Man with a gun....Yes sir:", Ivan said before putting his phone back into his pocket. Jason's eyes grew wide. Ivan had called Erik. No one had heard from him since the shooting.
"Erik. Wheres that sumbitch at?", Jason called over to Ivan, who shrugged his shoulders. "I do not know. All I know is that he's looking for whoever is doing this. We are here to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I have orders to take this man back to HQ and get the information I need. Another will be along to take my place soon. Goodbye.", Ivan said in his deep voice. Jason didnt like the answer. He wanted to know where his friend was. Shep did too. "I reckon we aint never gone know.", Jason told Shep, who nodded his head. "Man I'm fuckin tired of these sumbitches always bein round here.", Shep said to CAsh, who also nodded in agreement. "Yup. Least they didn’t find my still. You want some sumbitchin shine? My ass got plenty.", Cash asked. Shep shook his head. "I'll stick with my veggies, homie. Unless that shine taste like that..How you put that shit? Good church goin pussy?", Shep said. CAsh laughed so hard he spit out his chew. "Shine don’t taste like pussy, Shep. Shine taste like fresh mountain dew on a sprang mornin.:", Shep said to his ZT brother.
Another black car pulled up. Ivan said something inaudible to him before getting into his own car and driving away. Shep and Cash walked back to the truck.
Buzz! Twak!
Our hillbilly hero...THE Jason Cash said in a bed of hay. He was in his barn, which was the mansion. he'd turned that mansion into a barn months ago. I couldn’t really tell you the reason. Jason Cash simply didn’t like big houses. Maybe that was the reason. Or maybe he's just too fucked up in the head due to all the drinking. Either way. He lived in a trailer and his animals lived in a house. Cash sat tehre amonst the animals. There was a goat. There was a pig. There were chickens. We'd seen this place before. Cash had a new years party not too long ago. There were still panties on the floor. It was a wild night for sure.
"So who in the blue hell is it this week? I gotta ask cause my wife aint read me the card yet. Yall know my ass don’t read too good. Hell I'm thinkin bout openin a school fer country folk what don’t read good. Luckily, Shep came by and told me that I got a tag match. Me.... J.... and that Vinnie sumbitch what talks to his self... Against a wizard, some kid who likes cookies....an a hobbit. Hmm... that sounds like a good ass movie, don’t it? Lord or the Rings four... Return of the dumbasses. Now..I call them sumbitches dumbasses for a reason Y'see. Them sumbitches went and joined a sumbitchin cult. Yea yea yea. I know they asses don’t think they in a cult. Hell... Aint no sumbitch what ever joined a cult thought it was a damn cult. None of them sumbitches knew till they was dead from drinkin the koolaide the cult leader gave em. Same shit with Brotherhood. Them submitches follow Bish round like he God or some shit. Like his shit don’t stank. Sure his ass has provided for alot of folks. Hell theres hundreds of sumbitchs on that farm..livin in tents... Drinkin piss out of the piss bucket in the corner. Thats what they do. He gives them sumbitches they cheese sandwiches..then sends they asses back to the tents where they piss and shit in bucks. And they asses look up to that sumbitch. An...My ass gotta ask...why? why yall look up to that sumbitch like he Jesus or some shit? Huh? Cause his ass gives yall cheese sandwiches? That sumbitch don’t give two shits bout none of yall. His ass only gives a shit bout his self. I mean..Look at his ass. He talks a big ass game. But you see his ass really fightin anybody worth a shit? You see his ass feudin with Pantheon? Shit naw. His ass all bout "I look forward to the day that we find each other in mortal combat!". And then they like.."Alright...Say when.". And He's like "Uhh..I look forward to the day that we finally face each otehr in mortal combat!". And the sumbitchin cycle goes on...and on...and on again. That sumbitch never faces the top guys. Hell his ass talkin bout how he goin up against Johnny Rabid in UCI. This shit is Wssf... This shit aint no damn UCI...whatever the hell that shit is. This is wssf... ONly sumbitchin thing that matters is Wssf. His ass aint nothin but a bitch in Wssf. yea my ass said it. Kevin Bishop aint nothin but a bitch. Yall wanna know why I think that? Well..I done already said it. That sumbitch aint got no balls. I hear his old lady keep em in a glass jar. She lets him have them every now an then. An the reason I think his ass aint got no balls is cause.. When was the last time yall saw that sumbitch stand up to the bullies in Pantheon? Huh? My ass aint NEVER seene that sumbitch do it. He's always all about savin face. Never wantin to put them sumbitches in their place. it's perty damn sad really. Hell... When we was putting together our team for Helliminationi... His ass was on the list... The short list. His ass turned us down. Made up some bullshit bout UCI. Sumbitch wouldn’t even fight side by side with his Brotherhood cronies.
That mess is another thing I hate about that sumbitch. His ass wouldn’t even fight beside his Brotherhood. All that fuckin talk bout how he a leader of men..and how he loves his guys in his brotherhood.. And his ass couldn’t even fight by their sides? Hell Maybe that Frodo Baggins lookin sumbitch could have used big Kev for some insipriation. Maybe his ass wouldn’t have just laid down and gave up if his leader was there. Maybe Frodo would have fought a little bit harder if ole Kev was there.. But his ass wasn’t... why? Cause his ass is all talk. All that fuckin talk bout how he likes to help folks better themselves.. All that sumbitchin talk bout how he's for his people... And when it all comes down to it... His ass aint nowhere to be seen. That’s a top notch bitch right damn there if I ever saw one. FAct of the matter is that his ass is all talk. His ass gone talk a big game..but when it's time to actually get down to business..His ass aint nowhere to be seen. His ass just....gone.
See...Them brotherhood sumbithces dont see it. They think his ass is there to help em. But...I see straight through the bullshit. See...I got this bullshit detecter.....I can pick out that bullshit in the blink of an eye.. And Kevin Bishop is full of it. But like I said..Them sumbitches cant damn it see it. They think his ass gone help em.. He gone lead em into battle. He gone change their lives. But....When has his ass ever actually done it? Huh? They gettin slapped around by Pantheon..and where his ass? Sittin at home..In his big ole house... Asking Karma if he can have his balls to go out with the boys that night. That’s Kevin Bishop ladies and gents. A man who is just..all..talk. Who also dont have no balls.
Bullshit..Thats what it is. If his ass actually wanted to help his boys.. He would have been there at Hellimination. His ass wouldnt have just sat back stage while his boy got his ass handed to him. He would have been right there with him. Giving him inspiration by bein there...and Not just.. "Uhh.. DK..You go out there and do your best! So...Uhh...peace out!". He woulda damn it been there pickin up his boy. He woulda been there. But his ass wasnt.
Them submitches think he a good guy.. Just...a swell human bein. And that Brotherhood definately aint no damn cult. But really... Look at what them sumbitches do. They live at a damn camp. They eat in a damn barn. Them sumbitches livin in tents while big Kev livin in the big ole house on the hill. They just crowded down under that hill waitin for his scraps. It's a damn shame if ya ask me. Everything bout Brotherhood screams cult and them sumbitches too damn stupid to see it. Take this shit with Kidd Krazy. Sumbitch lets a monkey shit in Bishop's impala...and his ass is all scared bout what Bishop gone to do him. Now..If Bishop was a forgiving man who was all about the people and helpin them and shit.. Why would that crazy sumbitch be worried? Huh? Bishop would just forgive and forget. His ass would have it cleaned and go on bout his business of keepin his balls in that jar. But Kidd is scared somethin bads gone happen. That tells my ass that aint everything as it seems down at the Brotherhood camp."
Jason stopped to take a drink and kick a chicken away from his feet.
"Everything about Kevin Bishop sreams cult leader. His mannerisms. The way his ass talks about them. The way his ass acts about them. I'm just waitin on that sumbitch to snap and give them all the koolaide they asses asking for. Hell they kinda gone get that mess this week.
Ya see.. This sumbitchin week its ZT against Brotherhood. It's bad ass sumbitches against a cult leader, a cookie monster..and frodo baggins. It's three guys who can fight..against two guys who cant and one who just damn it says he cant but never shows up when shit gets rough. Thing is.. We're just better than them. What in the blue has the brotherhood ever done in wssf? Not a damn thing. Bishop been the people's champ for a while now. But what else? I'll tell ya. They get they asses whooped on a regular basis. They always just getting beat up. Every time you turn around, somebody from Brotherhood is having a boot removed from their ass. What the hell's gone change? Huh? Not a damn thing. Hell Kevin Bishop is highly likely to see that this shit is tough and leave Pomp and Kaine sittin on they hands in the middle of the ring.. Just waiting for the inevitable ass whoopin.
Bishop is the worst kind of bitch. He's the kind who tells the world he's a leader..but then he's actually a bitch and shows his true colors. That smug sumbitch prolly sittin in his big house on the hill..Holding that jar of his balls.. Just grinning. Just laughin while his brotherhood gets reads to get stomped. And that's whats gone happen. Don’t get that shit twisted. We gone stomp a mudhole in their asses and walk that sumbitch dry. I wish that shit wasn’t like that though. Hell...I wanna shove my boot right up Kevin Bishop's ass. I wanna make that sumbitch bleed. I wanna make that sumbitch tell his Brotherhood how much bitch he got in him. I'd do it if I could."
Cash took another drink of his beer before surveying his "barn".
"Now dont get me wrong. I aint sayin that I cant. I aint sayin Kevin Bishop is better than me or any of us... Hell naw. What my ass is sayin is that he just gone leave Cookie Monster and Frodo Baggins in there to take the beatin he's too chicken shit to take. That’s what the hell I'm saying. Kevin Bishop aint shit and if his ass steps in that ring without running away.....We gone shwo the whole damn world what his ass really is. We gone show the whole world that ole Kev is full of shit. Sumbitch got a mouth on him though. Prolly gone talk about how I"m just a stupid drunk. Check! I am. Hell I freely admit that I aint the smartest sumbitch around. Hell I dont read too good. I cant do math. What I CAN do is beat people up. You aint gotta be smart to beat the hell out of people. You really dont. A sumbitch who is dumb as a fuckin rock can whoop somebody's ass. It aint that damn hard. Sumbitch gone say he been feudin with Rabid. Heis ass aint doin that mess in Wssf.... His ass avoids anybody in Pantheon like they the damn plague. And thats yet ANOTHER thing that pisses me off. That chickenshit sumbitch thinks he the baddest sumbitch walkin.. And his ass avoids them sumbitches like sane folks avoid Lilith's snatch. What I'm tryin to say...is that..If Kevin Bishop doesnt bitch out.. We gone show the whole damn world exactly what that piss poor sumbitch is made of. And maybe...just MAYBE them sumbitches in the Brotherhood will see the same damn thing we all see. He's just a big talker who cant back a single word of it up. He's a sumbitch obsessed with power... And when that power is gone? he aint shit.
And then there was Psychopomp. If there is one sumbitch in Brotherhood that can half ass handle his own..It'd be Psychopmp. That sumbitch is half Gahddamn crazy and half queer eye for the straight guy. Now ..Im sure yall wonderin just what that means. WEll... Half the time I think that sumbitch is crazy. He aint all there. Those kinda folks can be dangerous as all hell. Them sumbitches can get ya if ya aint ready. But then I think..Maybe he's gay? Somethin off about that sumbitch. Not that it's bad... It's just not...tough. Thats ole Psychopomp... Batshit crazy....but not tough. Me? Hell..My ass is tough as nails. I'm the kinda sumbitch you don’t wanna fight..Cause I love it so damn much. All Psychopomp loves is cookies. That sumbitch would rather be bakin cookies than fightin and I just cant respect that shit. YOu don’t like fightin then you better damn it stay home and bake your cookies..Cause I'm lookin for an ass to kick and you the first in line.
This dude won some...lost some.. Got lost a couple times on the way to the ring. Got lost on the way from the ring a couple times. He all over the damn place. But you can bet your sweet ass that sumbitch can always be found where there are cookies. Well..aint gone be no cookies at slam. There just aint. Only thing he gone get is a chocolate chip ass whoopin courtesy of Zero Tolerance.
There is also Frodo Baggins..I mean..Silver bullter dildo.. I mean Damien Kaine. I gotta say..congrats on getting that win. You finally did it! I want to jump up and down and tell the whole damn world that Damien Fucking Kaine finally got that win his ass been lookin for....for months. Congrats you midget lookin sumbitch! YOu finally did it! I hope you enjoyed making At look like the bitch he is. Hell I wish his ass would step up to me.. I'd love to shove my boot so far up his ass, he'd be flossing his teeth with my toes.
Now....I know that win got you all hyped up. You confident. You believe in yourself. Thing is.....You beat At. At is a bitch. At acts like a bitch. At talks like a bitch. Hell he even looks like a bitch too. Beatin that sumbitch is like breathin to those of us who can fight. But you? Hell to you that sumbitch was a steppin stone. He was the ugly chick you fuck for practice before you go fuck that hot chick you've had your eyes on for years. Don’t wanna embarrass yourself and shoot your load in the first few seconds. That's what At is.. He's the practice bitch. ZT? We the hot bitch. Thing is....You aint got enough practice yet. Ya just now got a win. Yer flyin high.. But... DK....You bout to be shot down like a duck in huntin season. We're gonna bust that bubble you flyin high in. And what can ya do about it? Not much. You COULD tell Bishop to go fuck himself and that you aint takin this ass whoopin. I mean..He just gone leave yalls asses in there to get beat on anyway. You could do that mess. I wouldn’t think less of ya if you did. I really wouldn’t. I can respect somebody who says he aint ready. I can respect the hell out of that. But what I can respect is a sumbitch who has all of one win thinkin he's gone walk off with the W. I cant respect that mess. That mess just makes me wanna beat that ass even more. And I know Crazy J feels the same damn way. Not sure bout Vinnie. That sumbitch argues with himself. He's a weird guy.
This mess aint me, J, Vinnie against Gandalf, sesame street, and frodo baggins. Naw... This mess is ZT versus Brotherhood. This is some shit that shouldn’t even be happening. See.. We're fighting off Pantheon. We're the only sumbitches that have what it takes. We're the only guys tough enough to go toe to toe with them. Yall aint shit. We oughta be fightin them sumbitches again just like every slam for the last couple of months. While yall sit back..wondering what kind of slop Kevin Bishop is gonna feed yall tonight, WE been going toe to toe with Pantheon. While yall been living the good life at Camp Brotherhood.... We've been going toe to toe with Pantheon. Yall aint shit but a distraction from the ongoing war. One that ZT is gonna win. Aint no question bout that mess. I guess you could call this match the USO show. It's the show that goes on to take the solders' minds off of war. And if there is any little bit of hope in yall's minds of a win?..... Let me squash that shit right now. Crazy J is the longest running hardcore champ of the year. Me? I've held the trios belt and have laid a whoopin on all three of yall before. And Vinnie? Well...Vinnie is about six beers short of a six pack. You don’t EVER wanna fuck with guys like that. And yall? Well...Yall are a cult leader and his two followers who cant seem to string a couple wins together. That means bad shit for yall. That means pain. That means yall gettin that ass whooped an aint much yall can do bout it... Unless ya take my advice and leave Bishop to take the ass whoopin yall gone get. Up to yall. I don’t give a shit either way."
Jason turned his beer up and the scene began to fade
. Jason appeared to be lost in thought as he sat on the tailgate of that old beat up truck. It was a wonder that the old, rusty thing could hold his weight but it did. What could our hillbilly hero have been thinking about? Only the man himself actually knew.
"Fuck you doin?"
Jason looked up. Salem Sheppard was walking up the driveway. His face was painted all white with black around the eyes. His pupils were whited out, giving him a rather frightening look.
"Cat got your fuckin tongue, homie?".
Jason shook his head and took a drink of his beer. "Shit naw man. Just worried bout Erik. Aint nobody heard from that sumbitch since the shootin.", Cash said as he looked up.
Jason had had a rough go of it lately. His family was stalked. He had a new baby. Then the shooting happened, and now Erik was gone. It was all wearing down on our hillbilly hero. He was stressed out. And constantly being watched by the security guys only made things worse. Cash could take care of his own. He'd rather take care of his own. He didn't need those security guys watching his every move. Hell, he already had cameras around him at all times as it was.
Shep eyed our hero for a second. "All this shit gettin to you, huh?", Salem asked. Cash nodded. " Yo ass bout right there. Just gettin cabin fever is all. Then there's the Pantheon problem.", Cash said as he took a drink. Salem Sheppard listened intently. Cash had been somewhat of a mentor to him. He held great respect for our hillbilly hero.
"We need numbers, Shep. There's what..eight of them sumbitches?", Cash said. Salem nodded. "Fuck yea, but who? Team up wit Brotherhood?", Shep asked. If looks could kill, Salem Sheppard would be a dead man. The look Jason Cash shot him was devastating.
"Fuck that mess. Them sumbitches Is the lowest of the low. Perty damn soon, they'll have enough talent to open up a sumbitchin hotdog stand. Them sumbitches worthless as all hell. Im still waitin on Bishop to given the koolaide.", Cash ranted. Salem nodded in agreement. "We still the baddest sumbitches round wssf. An with Vinnie's crazy ass, we gone be takin out them Bitchkrew fellas real soon. This mess gone get mighty...mighty physical. An I ain't sure them sumbitches is ready for it.", Cash added as he took a drink of his beer. He reached into his back pocket, lifting his ass to reach, and grabbed his can of cherry skoal. He grabbed a pinch and looked at Shep. "Wanna dip? It'll put hair on yer balls.", Cash said as he offered a chew to his ZT brother. "Fuck no, Homie. That shit nasty", Shep said, turning up his nose. Cash grinned. "Taste like good pussy.", Cash said with a grin. Shep grinned as well. "Tastes like good church goin pussy, son. You oughta try it.", Cash added. Shep shook his head. "You fuckin crazy. You know that?", Shep asked. Cash nodded his head. "I been told.", Cash said before spitting a good bit of spit into the grass.
Cash jumped off the tailgate as if he were performing for the circus. "Who we got this week, Shep? Nicole aint read me the card.", Cash asked. Shep shook his head. "I got the week off, homie. But you, J and Vinnie got Brotherhood. Yall get to beat on, bishop, Pomp, and that fuckin midget.", Shep said to our hillbilly hero, who just shook his head. "So Basically what yer sayin is that we got Gandalf the Grey, a guy who would be highly suspect around a bakery..and frodo baggins? Hell..Sounds like we all got the week off too", Cash said with a grin so wide the chew in his lip showed.
"GET ON THE GROUND!"
Shep turned as if he was going to run away. Cash threw his hands up.
"Hand ups, don’t shoot!", Cash yelled. Both men turned to the street as the voice they'd heard was Russian. The ZT security guys were mostly russian. Never knew why. They just were, but what our duo saw was a bit un-nerving
The ZT Security guy stood about six foot six. He was a spitting image is Ivan Drogo from Rocky. The guy was massive. He wasn’t the type of guy you wanted to meet in a back alley at night.. Or at the grocery store for that matter. They were all personally trained by Erik Black himself. AFter they were vetted and had background checks of course. To put it simply, they were all extremely dangerous.
This one, in particular, was Ivan. Obviously named after Drogo. He was a very dangerous man. He'd spent years in Spec Ops. He was a beast. He held his gun in his right hand as he stood over a much smaller man. Well..Anyone would be smaller to this beast of a man.
"Who sent you?"
There was no answer. Cash and Shep watched on in awe. "Theres a fuckin gun on the ground!", Shep said, pointing to the hand gun that was layin at Ivan's feet. "Fuckn hell.", Cash said with a shake of his head.
"What fuckin sent you?"
Again, there was no answer. The small man, who wore a simple black shirt and jeans while being of hispanic descent pointed to Cash and Shep. "they know who sent me.", he muttered. Cash kind of titled his head as if he didn’t understand. Neither of them knew who this guy was or who would send him. Ivan looked up to Cash and Shep, who were still standing in the yard. "You? You know who sent him?", he asked with his russian accent. Cash looked at Shep. Shep looked at Cash. Both shrugged their shoulders. "I don’t know no wetbacks. You, Shep?", Cash said. Shep shrugged his shoulders. He was still in awe of the gigantic Russian man.
Ivan put his foot on the back of the hispanic man's head to keep him down. He reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. "Erik. We had an incident at Cash's house. Man with a gun....Yes sir:", Ivan said before putting his phone back into his pocket. Jason's eyes grew wide. Ivan had called Erik. No one had heard from him since the shooting.
"Erik. Wheres that sumbitch at?", Jason called over to Ivan, who shrugged his shoulders. "I do not know. All I know is that he's looking for whoever is doing this. We are here to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I have orders to take this man back to HQ and get the information I need. Another will be along to take my place soon. Goodbye.", Ivan said in his deep voice. Jason didnt like the answer. He wanted to know where his friend was. Shep did too. "I reckon we aint never gone know.", Jason told Shep, who nodded his head. "Man I'm fuckin tired of these sumbitches always bein round here.", Shep said to CAsh, who also nodded in agreement. "Yup. Least they didn’t find my still. You want some sumbitchin shine? My ass got plenty.", Cash asked. Shep shook his head. "I'll stick with my veggies, homie. Unless that shine taste like that..How you put that shit? Good church goin pussy?", Shep said. CAsh laughed so hard he spit out his chew. "Shine don’t taste like pussy, Shep. Shine taste like fresh mountain dew on a sprang mornin.:", Shep said to his ZT brother.
Another black car pulled up. Ivan said something inaudible to him before getting into his own car and driving away. Shep and Cash walked back to the truck.
Buzz! Twak!
Our hillbilly hero...THE Jason Cash said in a bed of hay. He was in his barn, which was the mansion. he'd turned that mansion into a barn months ago. I couldn’t really tell you the reason. Jason Cash simply didn’t like big houses. Maybe that was the reason. Or maybe he's just too fucked up in the head due to all the drinking. Either way. He lived in a trailer and his animals lived in a house. Cash sat tehre amonst the animals. There was a goat. There was a pig. There were chickens. We'd seen this place before. Cash had a new years party not too long ago. There were still panties on the floor. It was a wild night for sure.
"So who in the blue hell is it this week? I gotta ask cause my wife aint read me the card yet. Yall know my ass don’t read too good. Hell I'm thinkin bout openin a school fer country folk what don’t read good. Luckily, Shep came by and told me that I got a tag match. Me.... J.... and that Vinnie sumbitch what talks to his self... Against a wizard, some kid who likes cookies....an a hobbit. Hmm... that sounds like a good ass movie, don’t it? Lord or the Rings four... Return of the dumbasses. Now..I call them sumbitches dumbasses for a reason Y'see. Them sumbitches went and joined a sumbitchin cult. Yea yea yea. I know they asses don’t think they in a cult. Hell... Aint no sumbitch what ever joined a cult thought it was a damn cult. None of them sumbitches knew till they was dead from drinkin the koolaide the cult leader gave em. Same shit with Brotherhood. Them submitches follow Bish round like he God or some shit. Like his shit don’t stank. Sure his ass has provided for alot of folks. Hell theres hundreds of sumbitchs on that farm..livin in tents... Drinkin piss out of the piss bucket in the corner. Thats what they do. He gives them sumbitches they cheese sandwiches..then sends they asses back to the tents where they piss and shit in bucks. And they asses look up to that sumbitch. An...My ass gotta ask...why? why yall look up to that sumbitch like he Jesus or some shit? Huh? Cause his ass gives yall cheese sandwiches? That sumbitch don’t give two shits bout none of yall. His ass only gives a shit bout his self. I mean..Look at his ass. He talks a big ass game. But you see his ass really fightin anybody worth a shit? You see his ass feudin with Pantheon? Shit naw. His ass all bout "I look forward to the day that we find each other in mortal combat!". And then they like.."Alright...Say when.". And He's like "Uhh..I look forward to the day that we finally face each otehr in mortal combat!". And the sumbitchin cycle goes on...and on...and on again. That sumbitch never faces the top guys. Hell his ass talkin bout how he goin up against Johnny Rabid in UCI. This shit is Wssf... This shit aint no damn UCI...whatever the hell that shit is. This is wssf... ONly sumbitchin thing that matters is Wssf. His ass aint nothin but a bitch in Wssf. yea my ass said it. Kevin Bishop aint nothin but a bitch. Yall wanna know why I think that? Well..I done already said it. That sumbitch aint got no balls. I hear his old lady keep em in a glass jar. She lets him have them every now an then. An the reason I think his ass aint got no balls is cause.. When was the last time yall saw that sumbitch stand up to the bullies in Pantheon? Huh? My ass aint NEVER seene that sumbitch do it. He's always all about savin face. Never wantin to put them sumbitches in their place. it's perty damn sad really. Hell... When we was putting together our team for Helliminationi... His ass was on the list... The short list. His ass turned us down. Made up some bullshit bout UCI. Sumbitch wouldn’t even fight side by side with his Brotherhood cronies.
That mess is another thing I hate about that sumbitch. His ass wouldn’t even fight beside his Brotherhood. All that fuckin talk bout how he a leader of men..and how he loves his guys in his brotherhood.. And his ass couldn’t even fight by their sides? Hell Maybe that Frodo Baggins lookin sumbitch could have used big Kev for some insipriation. Maybe his ass wouldn’t have just laid down and gave up if his leader was there. Maybe Frodo would have fought a little bit harder if ole Kev was there.. But his ass wasn’t... why? Cause his ass is all talk. All that fuckin talk bout how he likes to help folks better themselves.. All that sumbitchin talk bout how he's for his people... And when it all comes down to it... His ass aint nowhere to be seen. That’s a top notch bitch right damn there if I ever saw one. FAct of the matter is that his ass is all talk. His ass gone talk a big game..but when it's time to actually get down to business..His ass aint nowhere to be seen. His ass just....gone.
See...Them brotherhood sumbithces dont see it. They think his ass is there to help em. But...I see straight through the bullshit. See...I got this bullshit detecter.....I can pick out that bullshit in the blink of an eye.. And Kevin Bishop is full of it. But like I said..Them sumbitches cant damn it see it. They think his ass gone help em.. He gone lead em into battle. He gone change their lives. But....When has his ass ever actually done it? Huh? They gettin slapped around by Pantheon..and where his ass? Sittin at home..In his big ole house... Asking Karma if he can have his balls to go out with the boys that night. That’s Kevin Bishop ladies and gents. A man who is just..all..talk. Who also dont have no balls.
Bullshit..Thats what it is. If his ass actually wanted to help his boys.. He would have been there at Hellimination. His ass wouldnt have just sat back stage while his boy got his ass handed to him. He would have been right there with him. Giving him inspiration by bein there...and Not just.. "Uhh.. DK..You go out there and do your best! So...Uhh...peace out!". He woulda damn it been there pickin up his boy. He woulda been there. But his ass wasnt.
Them submitches think he a good guy.. Just...a swell human bein. And that Brotherhood definately aint no damn cult. But really... Look at what them sumbitches do. They live at a damn camp. They eat in a damn barn. Them sumbitches livin in tents while big Kev livin in the big ole house on the hill. They just crowded down under that hill waitin for his scraps. It's a damn shame if ya ask me. Everything bout Brotherhood screams cult and them sumbitches too damn stupid to see it. Take this shit with Kidd Krazy. Sumbitch lets a monkey shit in Bishop's impala...and his ass is all scared bout what Bishop gone to do him. Now..If Bishop was a forgiving man who was all about the people and helpin them and shit.. Why would that crazy sumbitch be worried? Huh? Bishop would just forgive and forget. His ass would have it cleaned and go on bout his business of keepin his balls in that jar. But Kidd is scared somethin bads gone happen. That tells my ass that aint everything as it seems down at the Brotherhood camp."
Jason stopped to take a drink and kick a chicken away from his feet.
"Everything about Kevin Bishop sreams cult leader. His mannerisms. The way his ass talks about them. The way his ass acts about them. I'm just waitin on that sumbitch to snap and give them all the koolaide they asses asking for. Hell they kinda gone get that mess this week.
Ya see.. This sumbitchin week its ZT against Brotherhood. It's bad ass sumbitches against a cult leader, a cookie monster..and frodo baggins. It's three guys who can fight..against two guys who cant and one who just damn it says he cant but never shows up when shit gets rough. Thing is.. We're just better than them. What in the blue has the brotherhood ever done in wssf? Not a damn thing. Bishop been the people's champ for a while now. But what else? I'll tell ya. They get they asses whooped on a regular basis. They always just getting beat up. Every time you turn around, somebody from Brotherhood is having a boot removed from their ass. What the hell's gone change? Huh? Not a damn thing. Hell Kevin Bishop is highly likely to see that this shit is tough and leave Pomp and Kaine sittin on they hands in the middle of the ring.. Just waiting for the inevitable ass whoopin.
Bishop is the worst kind of bitch. He's the kind who tells the world he's a leader..but then he's actually a bitch and shows his true colors. That smug sumbitch prolly sittin in his big house on the hill..Holding that jar of his balls.. Just grinning. Just laughin while his brotherhood gets reads to get stomped. And that's whats gone happen. Don’t get that shit twisted. We gone stomp a mudhole in their asses and walk that sumbitch dry. I wish that shit wasn’t like that though. Hell...I wanna shove my boot right up Kevin Bishop's ass. I wanna make that sumbitch bleed. I wanna make that sumbitch tell his Brotherhood how much bitch he got in him. I'd do it if I could."
Cash took another drink of his beer before surveying his "barn".
"Now dont get me wrong. I aint sayin that I cant. I aint sayin Kevin Bishop is better than me or any of us... Hell naw. What my ass is sayin is that he just gone leave Cookie Monster and Frodo Baggins in there to take the beatin he's too chicken shit to take. That’s what the hell I'm saying. Kevin Bishop aint shit and if his ass steps in that ring without running away.....We gone shwo the whole damn world what his ass really is. We gone show the whole world that ole Kev is full of shit. Sumbitch got a mouth on him though. Prolly gone talk about how I"m just a stupid drunk. Check! I am. Hell I freely admit that I aint the smartest sumbitch around. Hell I dont read too good. I cant do math. What I CAN do is beat people up. You aint gotta be smart to beat the hell out of people. You really dont. A sumbitch who is dumb as a fuckin rock can whoop somebody's ass. It aint that damn hard. Sumbitch gone say he been feudin with Rabid. Heis ass aint doin that mess in Wssf.... His ass avoids anybody in Pantheon like they the damn plague. And thats yet ANOTHER thing that pisses me off. That chickenshit sumbitch thinks he the baddest sumbitch walkin.. And his ass avoids them sumbitches like sane folks avoid Lilith's snatch. What I'm tryin to say...is that..If Kevin Bishop doesnt bitch out.. We gone show the whole damn world exactly what that piss poor sumbitch is made of. And maybe...just MAYBE them sumbitches in the Brotherhood will see the same damn thing we all see. He's just a big talker who cant back a single word of it up. He's a sumbitch obsessed with power... And when that power is gone? he aint shit.
And then there was Psychopomp. If there is one sumbitch in Brotherhood that can half ass handle his own..It'd be Psychopmp. That sumbitch is half Gahddamn crazy and half queer eye for the straight guy. Now ..Im sure yall wonderin just what that means. WEll... Half the time I think that sumbitch is crazy. He aint all there. Those kinda folks can be dangerous as all hell. Them sumbitches can get ya if ya aint ready. But then I think..Maybe he's gay? Somethin off about that sumbitch. Not that it's bad... It's just not...tough. Thats ole Psychopomp... Batshit crazy....but not tough. Me? Hell..My ass is tough as nails. I'm the kinda sumbitch you don’t wanna fight..Cause I love it so damn much. All Psychopomp loves is cookies. That sumbitch would rather be bakin cookies than fightin and I just cant respect that shit. YOu don’t like fightin then you better damn it stay home and bake your cookies..Cause I'm lookin for an ass to kick and you the first in line.
This dude won some...lost some.. Got lost a couple times on the way to the ring. Got lost on the way from the ring a couple times. He all over the damn place. But you can bet your sweet ass that sumbitch can always be found where there are cookies. Well..aint gone be no cookies at slam. There just aint. Only thing he gone get is a chocolate chip ass whoopin courtesy of Zero Tolerance.
There is also Frodo Baggins..I mean..Silver bullter dildo.. I mean Damien Kaine. I gotta say..congrats on getting that win. You finally did it! I want to jump up and down and tell the whole damn world that Damien Fucking Kaine finally got that win his ass been lookin for....for months. Congrats you midget lookin sumbitch! YOu finally did it! I hope you enjoyed making At look like the bitch he is. Hell I wish his ass would step up to me.. I'd love to shove my boot so far up his ass, he'd be flossing his teeth with my toes.
Now....I know that win got you all hyped up. You confident. You believe in yourself. Thing is.....You beat At. At is a bitch. At acts like a bitch. At talks like a bitch. Hell he even looks like a bitch too. Beatin that sumbitch is like breathin to those of us who can fight. But you? Hell to you that sumbitch was a steppin stone. He was the ugly chick you fuck for practice before you go fuck that hot chick you've had your eyes on for years. Don’t wanna embarrass yourself and shoot your load in the first few seconds. That's what At is.. He's the practice bitch. ZT? We the hot bitch. Thing is....You aint got enough practice yet. Ya just now got a win. Yer flyin high.. But... DK....You bout to be shot down like a duck in huntin season. We're gonna bust that bubble you flyin high in. And what can ya do about it? Not much. You COULD tell Bishop to go fuck himself and that you aint takin this ass whoopin. I mean..He just gone leave yalls asses in there to get beat on anyway. You could do that mess. I wouldn’t think less of ya if you did. I really wouldn’t. I can respect somebody who says he aint ready. I can respect the hell out of that. But what I can respect is a sumbitch who has all of one win thinkin he's gone walk off with the W. I cant respect that mess. That mess just makes me wanna beat that ass even more. And I know Crazy J feels the same damn way. Not sure bout Vinnie. That sumbitch argues with himself. He's a weird guy.
This mess aint me, J, Vinnie against Gandalf, sesame street, and frodo baggins. Naw... This mess is ZT versus Brotherhood. This is some shit that shouldn’t even be happening. See.. We're fighting off Pantheon. We're the only sumbitches that have what it takes. We're the only guys tough enough to go toe to toe with them. Yall aint shit. We oughta be fightin them sumbitches again just like every slam for the last couple of months. While yall sit back..wondering what kind of slop Kevin Bishop is gonna feed yall tonight, WE been going toe to toe with Pantheon. While yall been living the good life at Camp Brotherhood.... We've been going toe to toe with Pantheon. Yall aint shit but a distraction from the ongoing war. One that ZT is gonna win. Aint no question bout that mess. I guess you could call this match the USO show. It's the show that goes on to take the solders' minds off of war. And if there is any little bit of hope in yall's minds of a win?..... Let me squash that shit right now. Crazy J is the longest running hardcore champ of the year. Me? I've held the trios belt and have laid a whoopin on all three of yall before. And Vinnie? Well...Vinnie is about six beers short of a six pack. You don’t EVER wanna fuck with guys like that. And yall? Well...Yall are a cult leader and his two followers who cant seem to string a couple wins together. That means bad shit for yall. That means pain. That means yall gettin that ass whooped an aint much yall can do bout it... Unless ya take my advice and leave Bishop to take the ass whoopin yall gone get. Up to yall. I don’t give a shit either way."
Jason turned his beer up and the scene began to fade