Post by Warbird on Mar 6, 2016 14:54:13 GMT -5
Some fleabag hotel, Colorado Springs...
Thursday, around 5ish...
Thursday, around 5ish...
Warbird is staring out his window, PBR in hand. There isn't much to look at though, however a coked up meth whore is trying to work the street. As he watches her unsuccessfully try to land John after John, his cell phone rings.
Looking at the number, he sighs and flips it open; yes he uses an old style flip phone, suck it.
Warbird:
Yeah?
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What do you mean the match is now a 3 on 2?
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Young wants more than they'll offer? Who does he think he is, the Tom Fucking Cruise of WCF?!?
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Look, I don't give a shit if the little fucker doesn't show, hell, I'll fight all three of those guys myself if I need to.
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Whatever, listen, just do your job, I'll worry about between the ropes...
Yeah?
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What do you mean the match is now a 3 on 2?
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Young wants more than they'll offer? Who does he think he is, the Tom Fucking Cruise of WCF?!?
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Look, I don't give a shit if the little fucker doesn't show, hell, I'll fight all three of those guys myself if I need to.
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Whatever, listen, just do your job, I'll worry about between the ropes...
Warbird stands up and opens another beer, downing it in an impressive few seconds. Belching loudly, he leaves his room. Time to find a pub, he needed some solid food to go with his Barleypops...
A few hours later... aka Beer-Thirty...
Warbird is walking back to his room, a slight stagger to his steps. Wouldn't you know, the same skank is still cruising the corner. Funnily enough, or maybe it was the beer goggles, but this esteemed lady of the night wasn't as ugly as he thought.
Hooker:
Hey there stud muffin, you want some company tonight?
Hey there stud muffin, you want some company tonight?
Without breaking step, Warbird simply responds by laying the woman out with a stiff right cross...
Warbird:
Get a real job, bitch...
Get a real job, bitch...
He hadn't made it more than half way to his room when a pair of unmarked cars pulled up lights and sirens blaring. No less than a dozen of Colorado Springs Vice cops immediately exited, drawing their guns.
Many Officers at once:
On the ground!
Put your hands up!
Don't move!
On the ground!
Put your hands up!
Don't move!
Warbird turns and looks at the many guns pointed his direction, and raises his hands...
Warbird:
Well, which one is it? You need to make up your minds...
Well, which one is it? You need to make up your minds...
One officer moves forward to cuff Warbird.
Cop:
Your under arrest.
Warbird:
I'm not that drunk... I've only had a couple of beers... I think...
Your under arrest.
Warbird:
I'm not that drunk... I've only had a couple of beers... I think...
The officer reads Warbird his rights as another pats him down. Looking over his wallet as Warbird is placed in the back of a marked squad car, the cop leans down.
Cop:
That's not it Mr. CENSORED, Your being charged with assaulting an Officer. That prostitute is an undercover...
Warbird:
Fuck...
That's not it Mr. CENSORED, Your being charged with assaulting an Officer. That prostitute is an undercover...
Warbird:
Fuck...
The officer slams the door shut as the car speeds off...
The next Morning...
Warbird is sitting on a bench in the local holding cell. Talking to the man next to him.
Cellmate:
Sounds like you may not make it this Sunday...
Warbird:
Nah, the WCF has good lawyers for many reasons, I'll be out on time to make the match. At least that way Benson won't be all alone against those guys...
Cellmate:
These guys, Pride is it?
Warbird:
Yeah, three young bucks, Eddie Felt, Ethan King & Griffin.
Let's see, Felt is some college twerp who has taken way too many bong hits. Seriously, they guy goes all Scully and Mulder the second someone mentions an extraterrestrial. Hell, that just may be what I do, point to the crowd and yell "ALIEN!!!"
I've seen better conspiracy theories scribbled on truck stop stall walls. Then again those were surrounded by crude or is pictures and the 'Good time call' tags...
Sounds like you may not make it this Sunday...
Warbird:
Nah, the WCF has good lawyers for many reasons, I'll be out on time to make the match. At least that way Benson won't be all alone against those guys...
Cellmate:
These guys, Pride is it?
Warbird:
Yeah, three young bucks, Eddie Felt, Ethan King & Griffin.
Let's see, Felt is some college twerp who has taken way too many bong hits. Seriously, they guy goes all Scully and Mulder the second someone mentions an extraterrestrial. Hell, that just may be what I do, point to the crowd and yell "ALIEN!!!"
I've seen better conspiracy theories scribbled on truck stop stall walls. Then again those were surrounded by crude or is pictures and the 'Good time call' tags...
The two men laugh...
Cellmate:
Sounds like my sister's boy... Still, makes me want to see if he'd share...
Warbird:
Yeah, well, to each his own I guess. Still, it's not like all his little theories are too far off. Some of the shit I saw in the service... Well, I don't really want to say more...
Anyhoo, this cat doesn't know what he's getting himself into as much as the next guy...
Ethan King, from what I understand is also one of these young college boys, but has been trying to get a career going for a while. This gives him a leg up... Well, almost as much as the chick I banged a couple nights ago...
It looks like I'm gonna have to be the party pooper this time around. Show these little shits what a real fight is like, not the 'oh shit, the other frat is mad at us'. I bet those two thought their pledge week was tough. Just wait, I'm gonna show them just how much fun a good asswhooping can be to receive...
Sounds like my sister's boy... Still, makes me want to see if he'd share...
Warbird:
Yeah, well, to each his own I guess. Still, it's not like all his little theories are too far off. Some of the shit I saw in the service... Well, I don't really want to say more...
Anyhoo, this cat doesn't know what he's getting himself into as much as the next guy...
Ethan King, from what I understand is also one of these young college boys, but has been trying to get a career going for a while. This gives him a leg up... Well, almost as much as the chick I banged a couple nights ago...
It looks like I'm gonna have to be the party pooper this time around. Show these little shits what a real fight is like, not the 'oh shit, the other frat is mad at us'. I bet those two thought their pledge week was tough. Just wait, I'm gonna show them just how much fun a good asswhooping can be to receive...
Warbird looks up as the jailer starts to unlock the cell.
Jailer:
CENSORED, you've been posted, time to go...
CENSORED, you've been posted, time to go...
Warbird stands and just nods to the other guy before exiting the cell...
In a cab on the way back to his hotel...
Cabbie:
So it sounds like you have those two pegged, and a good plan for them. Now what about this Griffin?
Warbird:
Some high flying lucha wannabe hero. This guy's claim to fame so far in life is of someone who fights crime on the side to make a difference in the world.
Cabbie:
Shiiiiiiit, if he's so high and mighty about making a difference, then why didn't he sign up and serve?
Warbird:
I know, righ...
Hey, wait, you served? What unit?
Cabbie:
I was a crew chief out here at the Academy. Someone had to keep those flyboy's in line...
Cabbie:
So it sounds like you have those two pegged, and a good plan for them. Now what about this Griffin?
Warbird:
Some high flying lucha wannabe hero. This guy's claim to fame so far in life is of someone who fights crime on the side to make a difference in the world.
Cabbie:
Shiiiiiiit, if he's so high and mighty about making a difference, then why didn't he sign up and serve?
Warbird:
I know, righ...
Hey, wait, you served? What unit?
Cabbie:
I was a crew chief out here at the Academy. Someone had to keep those flyboy's in line...
The two swapped a few good natured insults only a former serviceman would understand...
Warbird:
I tell you, these three Pride fuckers don't know just how much trouble they are in for. Two fratboys, and a wannabe tough guy who doesn't even have the balls to grab a rifle and stand post. Fucking hell, Bensen and I are two ass kicking assholes, will bring it... Hell, you know what fuck this shit, I'll bring it myself and if he doesn't hang, I'll bury him personally....
I tell you, these three Pride fuckers don't know just how much trouble they are in for. Two fratboys, and a wannabe tough guy who doesn't even have the balls to grab a rifle and stand post. Fucking hell, Bensen and I are two ass kicking assholes, will bring it... Hell, you know what fuck this shit, I'll bring it myself and if he doesn't hang, I'll bury him personally....
The taxi pulls up outside the hotel, and War off goes to pay the cabbie. However he is told that it is on him, as a fellow warfighter...
Saturday Morning.... 8:26 in the morning...
Warbird is laying spread out on the bed, multiple empty beer cans littered throughout. His phone starts going off, and he groggily looks around. The phone keeps ringing and finally stops. Before he can curse, it rings again, and he finds it buried under a pizza box...
Warbird:
Yeah?
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Who?
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The fuck is Psycho Dragon?!?
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So now it's back even odds?
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Well, get word through his manager, let him know that this psychotic dragon better be ready, I don't want to have to kill two partners who let me down...
Yeah?
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Who?
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The fuck is Psycho Dragon?!?
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So now it's back even odds?
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Well, get word through his manager, let him know that this psychotic dragon better be ready, I don't want to have to kill two partners who let me down...
