We Fight, It's What We Do! (Read After Patrilli's RP)
Dec 27, 2015 14:03:56 GMT -5
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Post by Preecha Kamon on Dec 27, 2015 14:03:56 GMT -5
Armand De La Fontaine
This as good a place as any to do this.
It was a small clearing in the middle of the forest area. The dirt was loose from uprooted trees that laid to the side, waiting to be picked up by the lumber company. Armand and Preecha stood across from Patrilli as he breathed heavily with the sweat glistened off his forehead. Preecha looked at Armand with a glance that was inappropriately apathetic, where as Armand had a stern stare locked on Patrilli with his fist clenching a bag tightly. At that moment, the mud on the pant legs of his expensive suit didn't bother him. The tear in his jacket was long forgotten. The aches in his body were numbed. He stared at Patrilli as if inevitability guided him to punish the amnesiac driver more than his own will.
In a sense it was true because they had been led hear in a sort of divine providence if one were to believe in such a thing. The plan was vastly different but now that they were there, Armand had thought up a much better situation, almost wanting to thank Patrilli for leading him there but that would defeat the purpose especially after he ran.
Just a little bit ago, they were at a gas station. Just a simple and small convenient store on a lone road in the middle of forests and hills. Expansive valleys of uselessness as far as the eye could see. Besides the occasional vehicle driving through, the only sounds were of rustling trees and chirping birds. This is where Preecha and Armand decided to go with their “cargo”; and what a interesting situation that would be...The fighter and club owner had stopped just to make a quick pick up from a friend of the club owner's who owned the establishment and used it as a leg of Armand's own business.
Preecha was roaming around as they waited for the 'friend' to return to the front with the package when he picked up a container of sushi. Armand tapped him on the shoulder causing the fighter to peer over his shoulder.
Armand De La Fontaine
You don't want to eat that shit. It'll kill you...
Preecha raised an eyebrow and nodded to what Armand was holding which the club owner held up almost pridefully.
Armand De La Fontaine
Hey. Civilization has spent years perfecting the gas station burrito. All I need is a microwave and bam! It is good and ready to eat. Gas station sushi? That's untested territory.
Preecha gave Armand a look of unimpressed disbelief.
Armand De La Fontaine
...And besides, it isn't like I want to eat this shit. We don't have much of a choice. Where we are going, we aren't going to see any five star restaurants...
Preecha shrugged and throw the container of poor man's sushi onto the counter of the cash register before returning to wandering around when the gas station owner finally returned to the front with a paper bag.
Owner
Here it is, man. Had a friend of mine work on it to get would you want.
Armand grabbed the bag and peered inside.
Armand De La Fontaine
Good work as always, pal. What do I owe you?
Owner
Don't worry about it. This one is on the house. You brought more business to me than I could have made by myself.
The owner walked around to the cash register and stared at the container of sushi.
Owner
You know, I am not one to talk someone out of a purchase but...this stuff will kill ya.
Armand De La Fontaine
Yeah, I know but I guess Preecha here is always looking for his next toughest battle.
The two paid for their items and walked out of the gas station, ready to continue their drive when they saw something that threw them for a loop. The trunk of the car had been opened and was now empty. Armand ran over to look inside, hoping his eyes were playing some vivid trick on him. But they weren't. He looked out into the forest, his face red with rage.
Armand De La Fontaine
Patrilli! You mother fucker! Get back here I swear to god when I find you, you will regret it!
All he heard was rustling in response. The club-owner turned back to Preecha who had just placed his container of sushi into the car. Armand pointed out into the forest.
Armand De La Fontaine
We need to find that fucker! If he gets away, we are fucked this Sunday! And I will not take another failure like last week!
They both walked into the forest, Armand listened out for any rustling but wasn't sure what was Patrilli and what was just the wind. He looked every direction to see if he could spot the runaway but no luck. Until Preecha tapped on his shoulder and pointed down to the ground. There were boot prints in the mud with lead off to the right.
Armand De La Fontaine
Well, follow it, you tracker mother fucker!
Preecha led on, following the tracks, watching the shifts in the dirt. Preecha used to have to track people all the time when he worked for the loan shark and oddly many of them would end up in some kind of chase in a forest. Preecha learned to recognize tracks left by panicking assholes. He followed through the weeds, trees and bushes, watching for the twists and turns in Patrilli's steps until suddenly he noticed something in the distance, watching. Preecha focused in and made a clear distinction from the long black hair and stance, that it had to be Patrilli couched down through the green of the forest. Preecha's eyes lit up as he charged after the escapee. The driver noticed the assailant and turned tails to run.
He led the fighter through thorns, mud, and branches. Jumping and ducking through the forest, trying to lose him. Preecha was locked on to his partner and was working his way closer. Armand was falling behind rather far as he was getting caught in the areas his fighters managed to avoid.
Armand De La Fontaine
God damn George of the jungle bullshit!
Preecha was now only a few steps behind Patrilli as they raced against each other until they were met by a clearing where Preecha managed to tackle the other down, keeping him their until Armand arrived after struggling through the mess of nature. Patrilli broke from Preecha's grip and jumped to the other side of the clearing...bringing us to where we started...
Armand De La Fontaine
You did a stupid thing. You ran. You ran and disobeyed me. It angers me because it shows how out of sync this team is when you deny you act out. It shows me that you make light of MY dedication to make it work. Because don't get it wrong, I am more dedicated than either of you fuck heads! More than you and more than Preecha, I want success for all of us. I spend my nights thinking about YOUR weak points, YOUR slip ups, YOUR lack of concentration. I think about if there is anything I could do to improve you, to get you on the same page, to get you to click with us. As your employer, your poor performances reflect onto me and makes people think I can't keep MY team together. Now, is your lack of concentration my fault? One more pathetic and vain than me would say no. They would blame you entirely. But, I know better because I specifically chose you. There must be something wrong with me if I bothered to pick up and associate with a loser! It shows that I must not be very good at keeping my guys in line and disciplined. And it's true. Maybe I have been a little too hands off with you, Patrilli. I let you get distracted and by what? Playing hero for a lost little girl. Yes, I have found out about your little pet project. Very interesting...Well, no more of that.
I have taken care of one part of the problem and I am about to take care of the second part. That little girl deserves a good home. She deserves parents that can properly care for her. She deserves to be in the system. Not to be watched over by a buffoon of a wrestler who has to spend most of his time on the road. So, I called up a few friends who work for the foster child program and got your little friend registered so you and her can move on with your lives. She can grow up to be some good-spirited, distracted, consumer and you can focus on your training.
Patrilli
You did all that? Pfft. You are quite a predator. I don't see you just sending her through the system. You are probably just waiting...Yeah, I have watched you pretty closely as well. Grown to understand a few things about the way you work. Do you expect me to move on and let her get stuck in the world of a call girl, like the ones that work for you?!
Armand chuckled as he scratched his cheek with his index finger. He walked a few steps closer but stopped when Patrilli took a step back in anticipation. Armand grinned when he saw this then looked back at Preecha and signaled with a wave of his hand toward Patrilli. The deaf Muay Thai fighter sighed and shrugged before running full speed towards his tag partner who tried to turn and run but not before being caught in a chicken wing cross face then turned back around to Armand.
Armand De La Fontaine
You question me, that's fine. I am not above questioning. I am human like you. BUT!...You have to earn that ability to question me. You have not, by far. To me, you are just a lowly driver who sometimes wrestles when needed. You haven't proven to be a prize fighter like Preecha and to be honest, I am not sure if you ever will. But, I invested in to you. So, I will do my best to do what I can to make you worth my time. Here is how I solve the second part of my problem.
Armand opened up the bag in his hands and stares down into it.
Armand De La Fontaine
When I was young, I had this dog. A Double Dapple Dachshund. He was a disobedient little shit that would bark incessantly. He would also escape out of the house and tear up the neighbors lawn. He was an endless hellion to everyone and didn't obey commands no matter what we tried to do, which is very difficult for a dog that can't even hear its owners, a birth defect of the breed...until one day...
Armand reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a collar with a small block of plastic in the middle. Patrilli tried to rip out of Preecha's grip but the fighter clenched on harder as Armand approached.
Armand De La Fontaine
One of the family friends suggested we get a shock collar. He, himself, had a little trouble maker of his own who would yap-yap-yap all the time. He bought it one day when he saw it in the pet store and decided to put it on the little shit. As soon as the dog barked, it would immediately be cut off by a shock, causing it to yelp for a quick second then go quiet. It eventually came to the point where the dog stopped barking all together and when he took the damn thing off, he never heard a peep from the thing again. He told us that you could also put up what is called an invisible fence, so if the dog gets out, he isn't going far at all.
The club owner put the collar around Patrilli's neck and clicked it in the back, making sure the device was right on his throat.
Armand De La Fontaine
Worked like a charm. He learned to behave real quick. Though, I can't really be too angry at him. Being born the way his general breed is did him no favors. But here....Here, I have a very disobedient little dog who can't seem to stop running away. Though I don't have time to set up an underground fence for you...so...
Armand reached into the bag again and pulled out a small remote.
Armand De La Fontaine
I'll have to take a more hands on approach.
Preecha threw Patrilli to the ground and quickly kicked him in the gut before returning to the other end of the small clearing. Armand walked up and knelt down to Patrilli who was gripping his stomach. The Club-owner slowly forced the driver to his feet.
Armand De La Fontaine
Though I had to get this one specially made. It is a little bit stronger than the usual collar but more than that, it is locked in there and if you try to tear it off, it will shock you automatically. Though this is just a tool for the point. Your actual punishment? You have to fight Preecha.
Armand let go of Patrilli but not before holding the remote in front of him to remind the wrestler that he wouldn't be afraid to push the button if he decided to do anything stupid. The club-owner walked over to Preecha and stood behind him.
Armand De La Fontaine
Don't worry, I am not trying to make this one sided. I am not a cruel man. So, let me do something to even up the odds.
Armand pulled a piece of cloth out of his pocket and wrapped it around Preecha's eyes, blindfolding him completely.
Armand De La Fontaine
See how well behaved he is? A good, well disciplined Doberman if I ever saw one. Shhhhh, don't tell him I called him that...Anyways...
Armand walked off to the side as Preecha remained motionless with his arms down at his side.
Armand De La Fontaine
As I have made clear before. When I punish an employee (and please never forget again that you are indeed an employee), I don't like maliciously fulfilling a pointless sadistic need of dominance. I want my employee to improve from the experience. I want him to achieve something. Discipline, strength, endurance, etcetera. I want you to focus! I don't want you to get distracted by life outside the ring, let alone the pain inside the ring. I don't care if your arm is broken, if your knee is swollen or if you are blind in one eye. I want you to fight through that shit and get the fucking victory! I want it to come to the point that the shocks won't stop you! Fuck the other Tag teams at One! Your biggest enemy is me if you can't get your act together! Now, go! Punch that deaf and blind mother fucker! Before I get an itchy trigger finger!
Armand pointed to Preecha as Patrilli stared at him in disbelief. The driver slowly approached the defenseless fighter until he was standing right in front of him. He glanced back at Armand with a look almost asking if he was serious. Armand nodded.
Armand De La Fontaine
Go ahead and do it. Trust me. This is as fair as this fight is going to get.
Patrilli turned back to Preecha, staring him down as if there was some sort of trick to it. He observed the blindfold, seeing if maybe the Muay Thai Boxer could see through it, but it appeared to be fairly thick. Hesitantly, Patrilli reeled back and knocked the fighter on the chin, sending him back a few steps but remained still and stone-like.
Armand De La Fontaine
Don't hold back! Really give it to him!
Patrilli shrugged and decided to go for a kick which connected hard with Preecha's side but before he could retracted it, Preecha wrapped his arm around it and, placing one leg behind Patrilli's grounded leg, laying the palm of his free against the driver's chest, swept him to the ground. Without ever losing contact, he quickly mounted over Patrilli and began laying punches across his face, no regard for whether he was hitting chin, cheeks, eyes, etc. At the same time, Armand was holding down the button for the collar which sent Patrilli's thoughts scattering as he was hit was a violent shock.
Armand De La Fontaine
Come on! It doesn't stop until you get Preecha off of you! Fight!
In a move of desperation, Patrilli swung wildly and caught Preecha on the cheek; creating a moment of only slight breather (as he was still being shocked) where he pushed Preecha off and hurried to his feet in a struggle which caused Armand to release the button. Preecha got to his feet as well but quickly returned to his original stillness.
Armand De La Fontaine
Preecha is a pretty smart fighter. He did this long before I met him. He likes to handicap himself. To focus on other possible plans of attack, break away from a stuck perspective. In this, he has found a way to use attacks to give him an edge. He endures them in order to capture the opponent. He anticipates what is coming and looks for hit when his opponent leaves himself wide open for a response. Is this a new concept? No, but he refines it and attempts to take it to the next level. What have you done to try and take anything to the next level?! Fight him!
Patrilli was getting heated at this point. He felt insulted having to fight a man without hearing or sight. He was even more insulted by the fact that this man was able to lay a solid strike on him. No offense to Preecha but that was about as humiliating as it gets. But Patrilli swallowed his pride was well as he could with the contraption around his neck and approached the fighter for a second time with his fists up. Patrilli decided it would be smart to go for quick punches. Something that wouldn't give Preecha much time to grab on and thus he would have no advantage.
One, two...quick and solid. Preecha snorted. Patrilli was starting to feel a little better about himself until he remembered this is a pretty one sided fight. But again he went in with quick jabs. One, two....one, two...But this time as he throws the second punch, Preecha side steps and lands a single but powerful punch of his own, forcing Patrilli to back up a step or so.
Armand De La Fontaine
You left yourself wide open because you don't get it. You let him feel the rhythm. As soon as he felt the third round coming on, he know when to dodge and knew you were in arm's reach! Think! He is evolving to your tactics, evolve to his!
Patrilli was rolling with the punches (figuratively and literally) and found himself zoning into the fight. The forest was gone, the mud was gone, the animals were gone...but the collar was still there. A shock ran through the driver.
Armand De La Fontaine
Down goes Patrilli!...Don't forget you have to work through the pain!
Patrilli falls to one knee but keeps himself steady. Unable to keep his muscles from tensing, he at least tries to stay balanced. How is someone supposed to work through the inability to control their muscles?!...For now the shocking stops. Patrilli gets to his feet and back into position. He lays three punches in a broken rhythm then steps back as Preecha throws a punch in estimation of position, causing him to miss. The driver keeps his distance but the fighter outstretches his forward leg, brushing it across the ground slowly and methodically. Patrilli goes in for another punch but once it struck Preecha, he swung his foot around until it brushed the other's inward step and wrapped around it, pulling in Patrilli. He quickly followed up with a upwards elbow to the face calling Patrilli to fall backwards.
Then came the shock again in small repetitious intervals. Patrilli, fed up with the collar, in between the shocks, reached up and attempted to rip the collar off which of course activated the automatic shocking system but Patrilli refused to let go. He pulls violently, letting out a sort of battle cry as he powered through, snapping the plastics and the very cheap leather's stitchings until the collar was completely removed from his neck. He chucked it out into the forest and shook himself from the muscle spasms he was feeling.
Armand De La Fontaine
HAHA! That is what I am fucking talking about!
Armand walked over to Preecha who was still in full defense with his arms up and his front leg out. Armand approached hesitantly, not wanting to be met with a roundhouse kick. He reached up from behind to pull at the tie in the back which caused Preecha to jump around at first and he would have clocked Armand right there if he had not removed the blindfold a moment sooner. The club-owner smiled wide as he pointed to Patrilli. Preecha turned around, staring vehemently at the driver.
Armand De La Fontaine
Go! Beat the shit out of each other.
Both wrestlers charged headlong into each other. Patrilli was able to get the upper hand tackle Preecha to the ground but soon after was knocked off with an elbow to the face which gave Preecha the time to capitalize and pounce on Patrilli with a knee to the gut. But then Patrilli grabbed hold of Preecha's arm and pulled him around into a fujiwara arm bar, wrenching on it as hard as he could. The fighter attempted to power himself up but Patrilli instantly let go and knee him in the face. But, Preecha grabbed around the leg and threw the driver off balance, face down onto the ground. He followed up with hoping unto Patrilli's back and locking on a sleeper. Patrilli struggled, rolling back and forth trying to reach around to Preecha. After a moment of failing to do so and starting to feel the fading coming on, Patrilli decided to take to throwing elbows behind him and whipping his head back at Preecha which caught the deaf fighter off guard and forced him to loosen his grip so Patrilli could break out of it. Both wrestlers got to their feet and were about to go at it again when Armand jumped in between them and pushed both of the wrestlers away from each other. Both men were completely covered in dirt.
Armand De La Fontaine
Yes! Now that is a fucking drive! That is what I have been looking for! If you fight that hard at the PPV, no way we aren't going to win this god damn titles! We need to come back after the losses this team has faced. We have looked like nothing but fools losing to Z-Mac and Punkin when they can't even stand each other. We looked like fools not able to beat #BeachKrew when they are crumbling apart! I will be damned if we are going to look like fools at the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year! Are we supposed to take a back seat to all these other teams? Fuck that! We are the East Winds and we destroy those who are unworthy! Now we are going to go into One more synchronized than ever! We are going to be together on this one! I don't want any fuck ups! I don't want any distractions! We are there to focus on the fucking prize! Re-establishing our fucking names. We have been taking too much of a fucking beating recently and I am tired of it! We are supposed to be the dominant ones here! We are supposed to make THEM afraid of US! We should be more than enough to rule this fucking company! Now I don't want to see one more fucking slip up from either of you or you are going to wish they paralyze you in that ring! Now, lets get the fuck out of here. We have work to do!
This as good a place as any to do this.
It was a small clearing in the middle of the forest area. The dirt was loose from uprooted trees that laid to the side, waiting to be picked up by the lumber company. Armand and Preecha stood across from Patrilli as he breathed heavily with the sweat glistened off his forehead. Preecha looked at Armand with a glance that was inappropriately apathetic, where as Armand had a stern stare locked on Patrilli with his fist clenching a bag tightly. At that moment, the mud on the pant legs of his expensive suit didn't bother him. The tear in his jacket was long forgotten. The aches in his body were numbed. He stared at Patrilli as if inevitability guided him to punish the amnesiac driver more than his own will.
In a sense it was true because they had been led hear in a sort of divine providence if one were to believe in such a thing. The plan was vastly different but now that they were there, Armand had thought up a much better situation, almost wanting to thank Patrilli for leading him there but that would defeat the purpose especially after he ran.
Just a little bit ago, they were at a gas station. Just a simple and small convenient store on a lone road in the middle of forests and hills. Expansive valleys of uselessness as far as the eye could see. Besides the occasional vehicle driving through, the only sounds were of rustling trees and chirping birds. This is where Preecha and Armand decided to go with their “cargo”; and what a interesting situation that would be...The fighter and club owner had stopped just to make a quick pick up from a friend of the club owner's who owned the establishment and used it as a leg of Armand's own business.
Preecha was roaming around as they waited for the 'friend' to return to the front with the package when he picked up a container of sushi. Armand tapped him on the shoulder causing the fighter to peer over his shoulder.
Armand De La Fontaine
You don't want to eat that shit. It'll kill you...
Preecha raised an eyebrow and nodded to what Armand was holding which the club owner held up almost pridefully.
Armand De La Fontaine
Hey. Civilization has spent years perfecting the gas station burrito. All I need is a microwave and bam! It is good and ready to eat. Gas station sushi? That's untested territory.
Preecha gave Armand a look of unimpressed disbelief.
Armand De La Fontaine
...And besides, it isn't like I want to eat this shit. We don't have much of a choice. Where we are going, we aren't going to see any five star restaurants...
Preecha shrugged and throw the container of poor man's sushi onto the counter of the cash register before returning to wandering around when the gas station owner finally returned to the front with a paper bag.
Owner
Here it is, man. Had a friend of mine work on it to get would you want.
Armand grabbed the bag and peered inside.
Armand De La Fontaine
Good work as always, pal. What do I owe you?
Owner
Don't worry about it. This one is on the house. You brought more business to me than I could have made by myself.
The owner walked around to the cash register and stared at the container of sushi.
Owner
You know, I am not one to talk someone out of a purchase but...this stuff will kill ya.
Armand De La Fontaine
Yeah, I know but I guess Preecha here is always looking for his next toughest battle.
The two paid for their items and walked out of the gas station, ready to continue their drive when they saw something that threw them for a loop. The trunk of the car had been opened and was now empty. Armand ran over to look inside, hoping his eyes were playing some vivid trick on him. But they weren't. He looked out into the forest, his face red with rage.
Armand De La Fontaine
Patrilli! You mother fucker! Get back here I swear to god when I find you, you will regret it!
All he heard was rustling in response. The club-owner turned back to Preecha who had just placed his container of sushi into the car. Armand pointed out into the forest.
Armand De La Fontaine
We need to find that fucker! If he gets away, we are fucked this Sunday! And I will not take another failure like last week!
They both walked into the forest, Armand listened out for any rustling but wasn't sure what was Patrilli and what was just the wind. He looked every direction to see if he could spot the runaway but no luck. Until Preecha tapped on his shoulder and pointed down to the ground. There were boot prints in the mud with lead off to the right.
Armand De La Fontaine
Well, follow it, you tracker mother fucker!
Preecha led on, following the tracks, watching the shifts in the dirt. Preecha used to have to track people all the time when he worked for the loan shark and oddly many of them would end up in some kind of chase in a forest. Preecha learned to recognize tracks left by panicking assholes. He followed through the weeds, trees and bushes, watching for the twists and turns in Patrilli's steps until suddenly he noticed something in the distance, watching. Preecha focused in and made a clear distinction from the long black hair and stance, that it had to be Patrilli couched down through the green of the forest. Preecha's eyes lit up as he charged after the escapee. The driver noticed the assailant and turned tails to run.
He led the fighter through thorns, mud, and branches. Jumping and ducking through the forest, trying to lose him. Preecha was locked on to his partner and was working his way closer. Armand was falling behind rather far as he was getting caught in the areas his fighters managed to avoid.
Armand De La Fontaine
God damn George of the jungle bullshit!
Preecha was now only a few steps behind Patrilli as they raced against each other until they were met by a clearing where Preecha managed to tackle the other down, keeping him their until Armand arrived after struggling through the mess of nature. Patrilli broke from Preecha's grip and jumped to the other side of the clearing...bringing us to where we started...
Armand De La Fontaine
You did a stupid thing. You ran. You ran and disobeyed me. It angers me because it shows how out of sync this team is when you deny you act out. It shows me that you make light of MY dedication to make it work. Because don't get it wrong, I am more dedicated than either of you fuck heads! More than you and more than Preecha, I want success for all of us. I spend my nights thinking about YOUR weak points, YOUR slip ups, YOUR lack of concentration. I think about if there is anything I could do to improve you, to get you on the same page, to get you to click with us. As your employer, your poor performances reflect onto me and makes people think I can't keep MY team together. Now, is your lack of concentration my fault? One more pathetic and vain than me would say no. They would blame you entirely. But, I know better because I specifically chose you. There must be something wrong with me if I bothered to pick up and associate with a loser! It shows that I must not be very good at keeping my guys in line and disciplined. And it's true. Maybe I have been a little too hands off with you, Patrilli. I let you get distracted and by what? Playing hero for a lost little girl. Yes, I have found out about your little pet project. Very interesting...Well, no more of that.
I have taken care of one part of the problem and I am about to take care of the second part. That little girl deserves a good home. She deserves parents that can properly care for her. She deserves to be in the system. Not to be watched over by a buffoon of a wrestler who has to spend most of his time on the road. So, I called up a few friends who work for the foster child program and got your little friend registered so you and her can move on with your lives. She can grow up to be some good-spirited, distracted, consumer and you can focus on your training.
Patrilli
You did all that? Pfft. You are quite a predator. I don't see you just sending her through the system. You are probably just waiting...Yeah, I have watched you pretty closely as well. Grown to understand a few things about the way you work. Do you expect me to move on and let her get stuck in the world of a call girl, like the ones that work for you?!
Armand chuckled as he scratched his cheek with his index finger. He walked a few steps closer but stopped when Patrilli took a step back in anticipation. Armand grinned when he saw this then looked back at Preecha and signaled with a wave of his hand toward Patrilli. The deaf Muay Thai fighter sighed and shrugged before running full speed towards his tag partner who tried to turn and run but not before being caught in a chicken wing cross face then turned back around to Armand.
Armand De La Fontaine
You question me, that's fine. I am not above questioning. I am human like you. BUT!...You have to earn that ability to question me. You have not, by far. To me, you are just a lowly driver who sometimes wrestles when needed. You haven't proven to be a prize fighter like Preecha and to be honest, I am not sure if you ever will. But, I invested in to you. So, I will do my best to do what I can to make you worth my time. Here is how I solve the second part of my problem.
Armand opened up the bag in his hands and stares down into it.
Armand De La Fontaine
When I was young, I had this dog. A Double Dapple Dachshund. He was a disobedient little shit that would bark incessantly. He would also escape out of the house and tear up the neighbors lawn. He was an endless hellion to everyone and didn't obey commands no matter what we tried to do, which is very difficult for a dog that can't even hear its owners, a birth defect of the breed...until one day...
Armand reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a collar with a small block of plastic in the middle. Patrilli tried to rip out of Preecha's grip but the fighter clenched on harder as Armand approached.
Armand De La Fontaine
One of the family friends suggested we get a shock collar. He, himself, had a little trouble maker of his own who would yap-yap-yap all the time. He bought it one day when he saw it in the pet store and decided to put it on the little shit. As soon as the dog barked, it would immediately be cut off by a shock, causing it to yelp for a quick second then go quiet. It eventually came to the point where the dog stopped barking all together and when he took the damn thing off, he never heard a peep from the thing again. He told us that you could also put up what is called an invisible fence, so if the dog gets out, he isn't going far at all.
The club owner put the collar around Patrilli's neck and clicked it in the back, making sure the device was right on his throat.
Armand De La Fontaine
Worked like a charm. He learned to behave real quick. Though, I can't really be too angry at him. Being born the way his general breed is did him no favors. But here....Here, I have a very disobedient little dog who can't seem to stop running away. Though I don't have time to set up an underground fence for you...so...
Armand reached into the bag again and pulled out a small remote.
Armand De La Fontaine
I'll have to take a more hands on approach.
Preecha threw Patrilli to the ground and quickly kicked him in the gut before returning to the other end of the small clearing. Armand walked up and knelt down to Patrilli who was gripping his stomach. The Club-owner slowly forced the driver to his feet.
Armand De La Fontaine
Though I had to get this one specially made. It is a little bit stronger than the usual collar but more than that, it is locked in there and if you try to tear it off, it will shock you automatically. Though this is just a tool for the point. Your actual punishment? You have to fight Preecha.
Armand let go of Patrilli but not before holding the remote in front of him to remind the wrestler that he wouldn't be afraid to push the button if he decided to do anything stupid. The club-owner walked over to Preecha and stood behind him.
Armand De La Fontaine
Don't worry, I am not trying to make this one sided. I am not a cruel man. So, let me do something to even up the odds.
Armand pulled a piece of cloth out of his pocket and wrapped it around Preecha's eyes, blindfolding him completely.
Armand De La Fontaine
See how well behaved he is? A good, well disciplined Doberman if I ever saw one. Shhhhh, don't tell him I called him that...Anyways...
Armand walked off to the side as Preecha remained motionless with his arms down at his side.
Armand De La Fontaine
As I have made clear before. When I punish an employee (and please never forget again that you are indeed an employee), I don't like maliciously fulfilling a pointless sadistic need of dominance. I want my employee to improve from the experience. I want him to achieve something. Discipline, strength, endurance, etcetera. I want you to focus! I don't want you to get distracted by life outside the ring, let alone the pain inside the ring. I don't care if your arm is broken, if your knee is swollen or if you are blind in one eye. I want you to fight through that shit and get the fucking victory! I want it to come to the point that the shocks won't stop you! Fuck the other Tag teams at One! Your biggest enemy is me if you can't get your act together! Now, go! Punch that deaf and blind mother fucker! Before I get an itchy trigger finger!
Armand pointed to Preecha as Patrilli stared at him in disbelief. The driver slowly approached the defenseless fighter until he was standing right in front of him. He glanced back at Armand with a look almost asking if he was serious. Armand nodded.
Armand De La Fontaine
Go ahead and do it. Trust me. This is as fair as this fight is going to get.
Patrilli turned back to Preecha, staring him down as if there was some sort of trick to it. He observed the blindfold, seeing if maybe the Muay Thai Boxer could see through it, but it appeared to be fairly thick. Hesitantly, Patrilli reeled back and knocked the fighter on the chin, sending him back a few steps but remained still and stone-like.
Armand De La Fontaine
Don't hold back! Really give it to him!
Patrilli shrugged and decided to go for a kick which connected hard with Preecha's side but before he could retracted it, Preecha wrapped his arm around it and, placing one leg behind Patrilli's grounded leg, laying the palm of his free against the driver's chest, swept him to the ground. Without ever losing contact, he quickly mounted over Patrilli and began laying punches across his face, no regard for whether he was hitting chin, cheeks, eyes, etc. At the same time, Armand was holding down the button for the collar which sent Patrilli's thoughts scattering as he was hit was a violent shock.
Armand De La Fontaine
Come on! It doesn't stop until you get Preecha off of you! Fight!
In a move of desperation, Patrilli swung wildly and caught Preecha on the cheek; creating a moment of only slight breather (as he was still being shocked) where he pushed Preecha off and hurried to his feet in a struggle which caused Armand to release the button. Preecha got to his feet as well but quickly returned to his original stillness.
Armand De La Fontaine
Preecha is a pretty smart fighter. He did this long before I met him. He likes to handicap himself. To focus on other possible plans of attack, break away from a stuck perspective. In this, he has found a way to use attacks to give him an edge. He endures them in order to capture the opponent. He anticipates what is coming and looks for hit when his opponent leaves himself wide open for a response. Is this a new concept? No, but he refines it and attempts to take it to the next level. What have you done to try and take anything to the next level?! Fight him!
Patrilli was getting heated at this point. He felt insulted having to fight a man without hearing or sight. He was even more insulted by the fact that this man was able to lay a solid strike on him. No offense to Preecha but that was about as humiliating as it gets. But Patrilli swallowed his pride was well as he could with the contraption around his neck and approached the fighter for a second time with his fists up. Patrilli decided it would be smart to go for quick punches. Something that wouldn't give Preecha much time to grab on and thus he would have no advantage.
One, two...quick and solid. Preecha snorted. Patrilli was starting to feel a little better about himself until he remembered this is a pretty one sided fight. But again he went in with quick jabs. One, two....one, two...But this time as he throws the second punch, Preecha side steps and lands a single but powerful punch of his own, forcing Patrilli to back up a step or so.
Armand De La Fontaine
You left yourself wide open because you don't get it. You let him feel the rhythm. As soon as he felt the third round coming on, he know when to dodge and knew you were in arm's reach! Think! He is evolving to your tactics, evolve to his!
Patrilli was rolling with the punches (figuratively and literally) and found himself zoning into the fight. The forest was gone, the mud was gone, the animals were gone...but the collar was still there. A shock ran through the driver.
Armand De La Fontaine
Down goes Patrilli!...Don't forget you have to work through the pain!
Patrilli falls to one knee but keeps himself steady. Unable to keep his muscles from tensing, he at least tries to stay balanced. How is someone supposed to work through the inability to control their muscles?!...For now the shocking stops. Patrilli gets to his feet and back into position. He lays three punches in a broken rhythm then steps back as Preecha throws a punch in estimation of position, causing him to miss. The driver keeps his distance but the fighter outstretches his forward leg, brushing it across the ground slowly and methodically. Patrilli goes in for another punch but once it struck Preecha, he swung his foot around until it brushed the other's inward step and wrapped around it, pulling in Patrilli. He quickly followed up with a upwards elbow to the face calling Patrilli to fall backwards.
Then came the shock again in small repetitious intervals. Patrilli, fed up with the collar, in between the shocks, reached up and attempted to rip the collar off which of course activated the automatic shocking system but Patrilli refused to let go. He pulls violently, letting out a sort of battle cry as he powered through, snapping the plastics and the very cheap leather's stitchings until the collar was completely removed from his neck. He chucked it out into the forest and shook himself from the muscle spasms he was feeling.
Armand De La Fontaine
HAHA! That is what I am fucking talking about!
Armand walked over to Preecha who was still in full defense with his arms up and his front leg out. Armand approached hesitantly, not wanting to be met with a roundhouse kick. He reached up from behind to pull at the tie in the back which caused Preecha to jump around at first and he would have clocked Armand right there if he had not removed the blindfold a moment sooner. The club-owner smiled wide as he pointed to Patrilli. Preecha turned around, staring vehemently at the driver.
Armand De La Fontaine
Go! Beat the shit out of each other.
Both wrestlers charged headlong into each other. Patrilli was able to get the upper hand tackle Preecha to the ground but soon after was knocked off with an elbow to the face which gave Preecha the time to capitalize and pounce on Patrilli with a knee to the gut. But then Patrilli grabbed hold of Preecha's arm and pulled him around into a fujiwara arm bar, wrenching on it as hard as he could. The fighter attempted to power himself up but Patrilli instantly let go and knee him in the face. But, Preecha grabbed around the leg and threw the driver off balance, face down onto the ground. He followed up with hoping unto Patrilli's back and locking on a sleeper. Patrilli struggled, rolling back and forth trying to reach around to Preecha. After a moment of failing to do so and starting to feel the fading coming on, Patrilli decided to take to throwing elbows behind him and whipping his head back at Preecha which caught the deaf fighter off guard and forced him to loosen his grip so Patrilli could break out of it. Both wrestlers got to their feet and were about to go at it again when Armand jumped in between them and pushed both of the wrestlers away from each other. Both men were completely covered in dirt.
Armand De La Fontaine
Yes! Now that is a fucking drive! That is what I have been looking for! If you fight that hard at the PPV, no way we aren't going to win this god damn titles! We need to come back after the losses this team has faced. We have looked like nothing but fools losing to Z-Mac and Punkin when they can't even stand each other. We looked like fools not able to beat #BeachKrew when they are crumbling apart! I will be damned if we are going to look like fools at the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year! Are we supposed to take a back seat to all these other teams? Fuck that! We are the East Winds and we destroy those who are unworthy! Now we are going to go into One more synchronized than ever! We are going to be together on this one! I don't want any fuck ups! I don't want any distractions! We are there to focus on the fucking prize! Re-establishing our fucking names. We have been taking too much of a fucking beating recently and I am tired of it! We are supposed to be the dominant ones here! We are supposed to make THEM afraid of US! We should be more than enough to rule this fucking company! Now I don't want to see one more fucking slip up from either of you or you are going to wish they paralyze you in that ring! Now, lets get the fuck out of here. We have work to do!
