Post by jasoncash on Aug 26, 2016 19:26:33 GMT -5
ason walked into the ZT locker room immediately following Slam. He was in a decent mood. It was never really about winning for him. He simply loved to fight. He was very sweaty. ZT had done great in taking out the brotherhood, but Gemini Battle pulled a veteran move on Salem. It was one that he'd learn from.
ZTs locker room was very bright. There was a black couch in the center, a tv and a mini fridge. And of course it was stocked with beer.
On that couch was Zoey, Jason' three year old daughter and also his biggest fan. She wore her favorite pink ZT shirt. She ran to Jason and looks up at him with blue eyes the size of the moon. "I'm sorry, daddy.", she said. He picked her up and gave her a hug.
"You all set to spend a few days with Erik and his girls", Jason asked.
You see, Zoey had been asking if she could stay with Erik Black's family for a few days Shed spent alot of time with Erik's girls and they weren't very far apart in age. They were great friends.
She nodded and gave him a big hug. "I'm gonna miss you.", she said in the sweetest voice you've ever heard. "And I'm gonna miss you most!", Jason answered.
The door opened and Erik's driver walked in. The driver was a very large man that went by the name Vladimir. Vlad was a very large blonde man. He'd been Erik's driver for many years now. He was a man of very few words. He motioned to Zoey, who grabbed her things. Jason gave her one last hug and sent her on her way.
He sat there after watching Zoey leave. He popped the top on a beer and took a long drink.
"Well the molester and hobo didnt do much, did they? Got they ass whooped and if it wasn't fer Shep makin a rookie mistake..We'd be winners. Gemini didnt show me shit.
But this here comin up is revenge...at we got at. Now..I know that sumbitch changed that mess. I reckon he finally realized how stupid callin herself at at at is. Sumbitch comes off like a damn winder locker. "I'm at at at and I swear I aint retarded!". You a damn winder locker son. Now..we been goin back an forth on the twatter...and you know how big of a damn vitch this punk is? He always talkin bout how I better shut my sumbitchin mouth 'fore somebody else...not at...shuts it fer me. I swear I aint never seen a man with that much bitch in 'im. Part of me feels bad. He's countin on that fuckin woman ta whoop our asses. What he don't know is that shed better just stay in the sumbitchin kitchen where she belongs....makin me a sammich."
He took a long drink and put his feet up on the table.
"I understand this woman is a damn legend. Well respected. Can't see why. She a good cook? She gone fry me up some chicken? I sure as hell know that woman aint gone beat my ass. She aint gone beat Shep's ass. She might use that idiot Kaine like the dildo he is..but she aint gone whoop nobody's ass. She a damn woman. Aint no woman gone beat nobody's ass. I suggest the bitch stay in the kitchen with that ass and them titties hanginout like a woman should.
And don't thank I dont know bout you, Kira...lookin like hello kitty at a crime scene. You still mad? Dont matter if ya are. We told yer dumbass how things work. You failed the try out. Aint no hard feelings. I want you ta know that mess. It's nothin but biness when we put boots to yer ass at the wssff ppvv."
He heard a noise coming from outside the door, so he turned up his beer and walked out
.....The aftermath....
She walked across the room as if she'd been sitting on a two liter coke bottle. It would have been called a walk of shame had she looked like any normal human being. But she didn’t. This woman was trashy looking. She looked like she'd been ridden hard her entire life. She stood about 4 foot eleven. What hair she did have was all knotted up around her massive bald spot. She had exactly three teeth in her head. She looked like someone who would be living with Kevin Bishop. She was skinny. Her black halter top hung around boobs that looked like they were rolled up like fruit rollups.
Jason Cash had to close one eye in order to just see one of her. She walked past the bodies that were laying everywhere there was a flat surface. She stuck out around the trashed living room. She waddled around the room, grunting as she did so. She must have had a wild night.
Sun shown through the massive bay windows of Erik's mansion. It was once very nice, decorated in all white with gold fixtures. Erik had always liked white. It represendted purity and cleanliness. There were pictures of the man himself and his family on the walls. There were white wrap around couches and a very large screen tv. It would have been very nice had Crazy J's bachelor party not been held there.
Crazy J had finally proposed to Lisa, and while Salem and Cash knew what the real deal was, They didn’t want to tell J the truth about it all. He was getting married and they backed him one hundred percent like any family would. Though they did have their differences with Crazy J being exactly that, Salem Shepard being schizo and Cash being a drunken hillbilly, they were brothers...The very best of friends.
Jason Cash's head hurt. He hadnt had a hangover it years. He'd simply drink himself sober. Beer was like water to him now. But this time...Oh this time there was pain. It felt like there was a herd of elephants having a party in his head. It pounded and pounded. It was a feeling that he'd hoped he'd never feel again. And his face burned. He didnt know why, but it burned like it had been set on fire.
He felt that his shirt was ripped. It was his favorite white Zero Tolerance shirt. He felt his chest. It was ripped right down the middle. And where were his pants? He could feel his cowboys boots still on his feet, but his pants were gone. "The shit happened last night?", he thought to himself
He didnt get up right away, his head pounded too much. Instead, he just layed there watching her. He thought he'd recognized her from the night before but he wasn’t sure. All her knew is that there was only one of her. There wasn’t four of her like he was seeing.
The woman walked around as if she were lost. She could have indeed been lost. It's highly doubtful though as she only had one shoe on...A black high heel. Jason was quite disgusted by her. He reached down and grabbed what he referred to as his third leg. "Sure as all hell hope that mess wasnt me.", He whispered to himself.
Jason lifted his head a bit, reeling from the pounding pain. There were people everywhere. There were men, women, both clothes and naked. There was trash everywhere. There were cola bottles everywhere. There were beer bottles everywhere. Jason even saw a syringe or two laying here and there. On the once white walls were drawings of dicks. Lamps were smashed in the corners. Glass was busted out of the windows. Almost all except for the large bay windows. Those must have been too thick to break. There were head and fist sized holes in the walls where it appeared a fight had broken out. The once majestic looking cyrstal chandelier that hung over the living room was now just a pile of rubble.
"The shit happened last night", Jason muttered to himself as he thumped his head back onto the hard, white floor. But he continued to watch the waddling woman, trying to remember where he'd seen her last. He knew that it wasn’t good. Salem and himself had planned something special for Crazy J at the party and Jason was sure this trashy looking woman had something to do with it. And he was sure it was the reason she was waddling around with her hair in knots and only one shoe on.
Jason tried to get up. He was a nice guy and wanted to help this lady out. She looked like she could use all the help she could get. He couldn’t get up, however. He simply yelled over to her, quietly of course. "YOu lose a shoe?", He asked. He wasnt sure if she'd heard him, but she walked over. She looked down at him and smiled, showing those three, brown teeth she had. "I'm looking for my donkey.", she said. "I know he's around here somewhere."
Now Jason was never the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even he could put two and two together. Here was a woman, a trashy looking woman who was walking like she's sat on a two litter bottle and she's looking for something that isnt her shoe. She's looking for a donkey. Jason puked in his mouth a little bit which was evident by the disgusted look on his face. He couldn’t look at her. Her could only cover his eyes with his hand. "Mam. Did you just say you was lookin fer a damn donkey?", he asked. He didnt see her nod, but he was sure she did it.
"Yes, for the donkey show. I don’t remember where I tied him up.", she said.
Jason puked in his mouth a little more. "Welp, I wouldn’t damn it be able ta say I'm a southern gentleman if I let yer ass roam round here lookin fer that sumbitch.", Jason said as he pried his body off of the cold, stone floor. He stood up, having to gain his balance and still wondering why his face burned like it did. That is when the smell hit him. Piss and shit. The house smelled like piss and shit. He looked over to the far right wall. The wall held a gigantic picture of Erik posing with an AWA Title. On that picture was a brown substance. "They wiped shit on that picture.", Jason muttered to himself.
He looked around, trying to find Salem. He knew that Salem was a schizo and he'd probably ran off. But he hadnt. Salem Shepard was laying on the couch surrounded by two blonde girls with tan bodies and big boobs. He was snuggled up to a brunette blowup doll.
He stumbled as he took a step forward. Tho woke up Salem, who had the blowup dolls face to his crotch. " Get off me, bitch!", he said, throwing the fool across the room. This woke up the two blondes that were laying on him. "I said the the fuck off me before I..Jason Cash you ain't got no pants on!".
He'd noticed Jason trying to gain his balance. " Where yo fuckin pants, homie?", Salem yelled. Jason covers his ears. The yelling made his pounding head worse. Salem got up, adjusted himself, and walked over to Cash, slapping him on the back. " What a fuckin party, right?", he said. Jason winced.
It was about that time when Salem saw the haggard looking broad. "Whoa! You the bitch that fucked that donkey!", he said. Jason puked in his mouth a little more. "That was a fuckin who. That motherfucker laid the wood!", Salem yelled with a laugh. Jason quickly interrupted. " I didn't...sumbitchin", Jason said before making an o with one had and putting a finger through it with the other. Salem smiled a huge, twisted smile. "Fuck yea! Harder than that donkey did before you!", Salem Shepard laughed. Jason threw up on the floor. Salem jumped back laughing. "I'm just fuckin with ya.", Salem said.
The three heard a noise coming from the other room, so they went to investigate. It was a bathrrom. It was nice once with its white walls and gold trim. The toilet was ripped out of the floor. Water still sprayed from the hole it left. The sink was shattered in the bathtub and in the corner was the donkey, trying to hump a hole in the wall. Salem and Cash laughed together. The homely looking chick they were with just looked jealous.
As Cash and Salem turned to leave the destroyed bathroom, Cash noticed something in the one thing that wasn't destroyed...the mirror.
"What in the shit?", he started as he grabbed at his face. Salem's right eye started twitching. Cash felt at his painted face. It was white with black eyes and a shadow smile. "Also..we may have painted your face.", Salem said with a grin. Cash didn't find it funny at all. The paint burned. "With what? Sumbitchin lighter fluid?", Cash asked. Salem proudly held his chin out. "Spray paint. The kind with metal flakes in it too.", Salem said. Cash rushed over to where the toilet once sat and held his face over the shooting water. The paint would not come off.
Cash moved quickly to Salem, who darted off in the other direction. Cash then noticed that the trashy looking broad that did the donkey show was looking back and forth between him and the donkey. Cash looked down. He knew he was pantsless, but he then found out that he was completely naked from the waist down.
"The sumbitchin hell you do ta me?!", he yelled as he ran out of the bathroom.
He caught Salem touching up his face paint in what was left of the kitchen. There was trash everywhere in the huge space. Beer and liquor bottles covered the floor. The stainless steel refrigerator was tipped over. Only the sink and stove were left untouched.
Salem stood with his back to the doorway. He was applying fresh white face paint when Cash stepped in, still naked from the waist down. He wasn't smiling like he usually does she he walked to Salem. The paint wearing schizo had to have known Cash was coming because he turned around with a beer. "Peace offering.", he said. "Aight. Peace.", Cash said as he took the glass and took a drink of the contents. He'd forgotten how thirsty he was for beer. "You seen J?", Cashed asked. Salem Shepard, with his white face paint and black around the eyes smiled a smile so evil and twisted that the devil himself would have been afraid.
Crazy J was sleeping peacefully in a very large king sized bed. This was Erik's bed. There was a picture of him overlooking the bed. The walls were white with gold trim. The blankets were also white. There was an over turned bedside table. Other than that, the room appeared to be basically untouched. Crazy J wore a smile that went from ear to ear, although he did snore a little. To his left and right were a broom and a mop.
"What the fuck, homie?", yelled Salem as he and Cash, who still wasn't wearing pants, burst into the room. Crazy J woke up with a start, sitting up straight.
"What? what?", Crazy J said loudly.
Cash saw the mop and broom. Salem mouthed, "Just go with it.". And our hillbilly hero did just that.
"What in the sumbitchin hell done gone on in here?", Jason asked with a smile. Salem grinned as well. "I see somebody nibbled on some cookie last night.
It was about that time that Crazy J, with his face paint nearly all worn off, noticed what was beside him. And he proceeded to flip the fuck out. He jumped out of bed, throwing his pants on nearly instantly. "This isn't what it looks like!", Crazy J yelled. Cash shook his head. "You oughta be ashamed of herself. Yer an engaged man.", Cash said with a laugh. Crazy J looked down at the broom and mop. "Where did these bitches come from? Lisa is going to find out!", he said, rubbing his eyes. " You gotta help me!", J pleaded. Cash shook his head. "You done went and did it now.",Cash said. Salem started laughing harder. "What's done is done, homie.",Salem laughed. Cash nodded. "Can't take that mess back now.", Cash added.
Crazy J started to pace back and forth. "I can't let Lisa find out about this. We have to kill them. This fucking shit can't get out.", J said. He had a wild look in his eyes. He'd do anything. "You gotta help me!", he pleaded as he shoved a pillow over the top of the mop. He held it there for a few seconds. He stopped and looked at Cash and Salem. "I can't believe this! I love Lisa!", Crazy J yelled.
Salem and Cash watched as Crazy J picked up the mop and broke it in half, throwing the broken pieces on the floor. "Shut up you bitch! I love Lisa. How dare you!", Crazy J yelled at the broom. He reached over and grabbed the broom. He snapped it like a twig and threw the broken pieces on the floor.
Salem and Cash could only stand there and stare with their jaws hanging open. " What have I done?!", Crazy J yelled as he dropped to his knees. He looked up at Cash and Salem with pleading eyes. " You have to help me get rid of the bodies.", he said matter of factly.
And so our trio stood by the massive pool. Jason Cash and Salem held a bag each in their hands. Tied to those bags were cinder blocks. Crazy J, who was standing there beside them looked into the pool. " Now them bitches will just stay at the bottom of the ocean", he said. Salem and Jason Cash dropped the bag into the huge, blue pool with a splash. It didn't even wake up the naked couple passed out on the deck.
" By the way.", J started as he looked at Cash. " Where the fuck are your pants? You're out here bare assed.", he added. Jason could only shrug. " Hell if I know man. All I member from last night is somethin bout sumbitchin corn.", our hillbilly hero answered, ignoring the breeze that tickled his balls. J and Salem shared a look and a laugh.
Jason left them out there. He needed to find his pants, so he walked back into the mansion. He found his jeans in a head sized hole in the wall near the now ruined tv.
" Hay? The hell?"
His pants had hay all through them. Jason had to pick all the hay out...So he did.
It wasn't long after that the trio had to leave. Everyone had left, so our trio stood at the from door surveying the damage. Everything was ruined. There was shit in the walls. There was piss on the floor. Cash noticed a white powder all over the floor, so he bent down, put some on his finger and put it to his tongue. His pupils quickly dialated. It had showed cocain at Js party
They made it to the airport with no problems. They even got sent to the front of the line. It may have had something to do with the painted faces. It could have been the fact that they didn't have any bags at all. It may have had to do with the looks they were being given. It could have been anything.
Jason was the first to go through security. He was waved through the metal detector. Of course it went off. The TSA agent, who was a very large black woman, waved Cash through again. And again it went off.
" I'm going to need you to step aside.", she said. Jason obliged. There was a yell behind them. It was Crazy J. " Let him go pig!", yelled J. The agent didnt take kindly to it, but chose to ignore it. " Friends of yours?", she asked. Jason nodded.
The woman took the metal detecting wand and waved it over Jason's body. It didnt go off. And so she kept going. When it got to his face, it went off. " There I something in your face paint. I'm gonna need you to remove it.", she said. Jason only shook his head. "No can do man.", our hillbilly hero answered. If looks could kill, Jason would be dead. "Yall know yall can't get on the plane with that mess on.", she said with an obvious attitude. Jason looked over at Salem and J with a grin. "Not gonna happen, man. Yall need ta sumbitchin understand that we trans-human.", Jason Cash said as serious as he could. She rolled her eyes. "Trans-human, huh?, she asked. Jason nodded. "Yup. Y'see..Inside I feel like a sumbitchin scarecrow. And on the outside, I just wanna look like one too. Them boys over yonder wanna be scary clowns. It's be discrimination if ya didnt let us on that damn plane.", Jason said..trying not to laugh. She rolled her eyes again. "Alright, but I'm gonna have to pat you down.", she said. Jason nodded. She started to pat him down. She started at his boots and worked her way up. When she got to his crotch, she stopped. "You hiding something? What's this?", she asked. Jason grinned from ear to ear. "That's my dick. We grow em big where I'm from. You wanna see it?", he said with a wink. He eyes grew wide as if shed never felt anything like it. She was stunned. And since she was stunned, she let our trusty trio all go through.
Once they got through security, Cash reached under his cowboy hat and brought out his handicam. He turned it on and pointed it toward his face.
" Welcome you sick sumbitches..This week our guests are a sumbitch what can't make his damn mind up bout his name. Are you that bitch from Rocky it at at at? I dont damn it know no more. Then we got a damn wssfff legend in Sarah Twilight. Not sure if that her real damn name er if she's a fan of them aweful movies. And finally..we got hello kitty at a crime scene"
Crazy J looked over at Cash. "The fuck are you doin?", he asked. Tho got Salem's attention. So he looked over too. "You talkin bout Sarah? I heard she's a beast..but I'm just worried bout them butt cheeks.", the schizo said. Jason laughed.
As they wondered to their gate, Jason stopped an old man dressed in a blue suit. He had white hair and had to be around seventy.
" Excuse me Mr. Can I ask you a question?", Jason asked. The old guy looked a bit scared. And why wouldn't he? Here were three guys in face paint holding a camera. "Sure.", the old man said. Jason cleared his throat and pointed the camera at the mans face.
"What do you thank bout women fightin?", Jason asked. The old man smiled, showing yellow dentures. "Women fighting? Where in the world? A woman's place Is in the kitchen.", was his answer. Jason nodded and put his hand on his chin." I sumbitchin agree. See..We got this tag match...That sumbitch with the white eyes ovar..and we fightin a woman. Can you believe this bitch thanks she's gone hang with us?", Jason said with a laugh. The old man laughed to. " Hell I aint worried bout her whoopin our asses..I just want that woman ta fry my ass up some chicken gizzards. She shouldnt step a sangle foot outa that sumbitchin kitchen less shes brangin me my food and a beer.", Jason said.
They walked a little further and asked a few more men. And the general consensus was that Sarah should stay in the kitchen.
Jason looked into the camera, not realizing that he wasn't in the picture. "Ya hear that, Sarah? I done asked five sumbitches bout you bein in the rang with us..and you know what they answers was? Every one of them sumbitches said you spossed ta be in that damn kitchen makin me some gizzards. And don't burn them sumbitches.", Jason said with a frown. " I aint eaten them sumbitches if they burnt up.", he added.
Salem grabbed the camera. "Yea gurl. Dont burn the food. And when you done..me and you can go play Legos..if ya know what I mean.", he said with a fairly wide grin.
Cash took the camera back.
" Now I know you thank you tough. Hell you a legend in wssf. I hear talk bout you bein a bad bitch. But yer ass can't be. Men are bigger. Men are stronger. Men are sumbitchin faster. Hell we better than you in every way. The hell you gone brang to a damn fight? A box of tampons and a bad mood? You sure as hell aint gone brang no man sized fight. So when I tell yer ass ta stay in the damn kitchen its for yer own damn good. I'd hate ta see yer perty little face get messed up just cause ya got yer ass over yer head.", Jason said in a very serious tone.
Salem came over and slapped Jason's back. Salem grinned and said, "I wanna put her ass over her head, homie. Make them butt cheeks clap.". Jason shook his head. Crazy J laughed.
"Now I know yer gonna come at us with some harsh as all hell words. Yer gone try and make us look like damn fools. Gone say you done whooped the best sumbitches in the best damn rasslin fed. Know what I say bout that mess?", Jason started with a smile. "Which rasslin fed is the best? Hell they all say they the best. They all say they got the best sumbitches. Hell we just left the best rasslin fed. And the one 'fore that mess was the best to. You know how many times I whooped the "bestest sumbitchin rassler that ever rassled? Fact of the matter is that you whooped up on some sumbitches what got they balls tied in a damn knot. That's about the only way a itty bitty little woman gone whoop a man's ass...The only way. Last I looked..My balls wasn't tied in a knot. Dont know bout shep though...aint gone look at his balls.", Jason finished.
The group walked past a group of women. J and Salem whistled at them. Jason looked back with the camera as they walked in the other direction. " Now I know these sumbitches here in was aint givin us much of a chance.", Jason said. "Fuck naw.", Salem butted in. Jason grinned. "Hell the whole sumbitchin wssf sayin you gone walk off with it. But they say that mess bout every damn body what comes back. Hell Gemini said that big train sumbitch was gone whoop Kira. Look what happened? Hello Kitty on bender beat his ass. This place reminds me of Cowboys fans. And yea..I am one. But Cowboys fans always thankin the sumbitch comin up is better than the sumbitch we got now. Same damn thang with you. You ain't fought in a while.. You returnin. You automatically the queen of winder lickers. Know what I thank? I thank you'd better let them titties out and make me them chicken gizzards. That's what I thank. You gone get hurt. You was big shit a while ago. Now? Hell gurl...now ZT is the big shit round here. Yall better get used ta that mess.", Jason said as they found their gate.
The three amigos sat down between a group of old women. The old women stared, horrified at the. One muttered terrorist which got a two finger salute from Crazy J.
Jason put a dip in and grinned. He then looked around. " Yall seen my big ole jacked up truck?", he asked Crazy J and Salem. J didnt answer. He WA too busy looking at pictures of Lisa. Salem shook his head. "You mean that fuckin rust bucket, homie?", Salem asked. Jason nodded. "Yup. At at at seems ta thanks iys a big ole jacked up sumbitch and ai peel out round old folks.", Jason said to his tag partner for the week. Salem busted out laughing.
"Fuck man. If you did that, them fuckin wheels would fall off."
Jason spit into a garbage can he'd moved in front of him. "Hell I damn it know. That sumbitch barely holdin together. She my baby though. I love her. That said..This I a sumbitch what goin through a dam identity crisis. Can't figure out who in the hell he is. First he was at at at...or triple at. Then he was Augustus. And now..Hell I reckon he been watchin too much rocky cause he goin by Adrian...Like that bitch from the movie. AND he a..maleficent bastard. I reckon he a Disney fan too. This sumbitch thank a name change make 'im tougher?", Jason laughed. He spit in the garbage can. The old ladies surrounding them were appalled.
" You know a name dont make you tougher, right. If yous a bitch by the name of bobby.. You still gone be a bitch when you wanna be called somethin else. That name aint what makes you a bitch. Yer mind does..And son? You got alot of bitch in ya. We done had it out on the twatter. And you always countin on some damn body else ta beat us for ya. First it was the walkin dead. We beat his ass. Then it was the plaque. We beat his ass. Then it was Gemini. And that sumbitch pinned Shep. And now? Hell now this little punk bitch countin on a damn woman ta beat us? Not confident? He son if ya don't damn it thank you got it then you oughta do herself and yer team a favor and just not show up! Heaven knows you gone get that ass whooped of ya show up. You too full of bitch ta stand in that rang with any one of us. You ain't no daisy, At. You ain't. Sooner you realize that mess, the better you gone be. Bout time you make peace with yer bitch. Otherwise you just gone go through life bein a sad...sad man. Oh but you got a plan fer Sarah ta beat us, right? Show me somethin shiny. Get in my head. Son...son..you don't damn it know me. Now..I hate repeating myself..but I reckon I have to since yer ears must be full of botch too. I like two things..Drinkin...An fightin. That's what I do. I get good and drunk..and I beat people up. Aint no gettin in my head, son. If there's a fight..I fight. Aint nothin else. A sumbitch like herself wouldn't know nothin bout lovin ta fight though. Yer ass too damn concerned with yer Nam..and yer gimmick. Me? Ya he what ya see. I aint no gimmick. Im just me. Shep the same.. J? The same. We aint no gimmick...We just a couple badass sumbitch what like ta beat people up. You? Son yer just a bitch who writes checks with yer mouth that other sumbitches gotta cash. You the worst kinda bitch. You that little kid on the play ground what always startin mess with bigger..badder sumbitches an lookin fer yer buddies ta come save yer ass. I can't damn it stand a sumbitch like you. WEll...come the wssfff ppvv, you wont damn it have a choice but ta get in the rang with Zero Tolerance. That’s a damn fact unless you just don’t show up. But if ya do..then yer gonna have ta fight yer own sumbitchin battle... And it’s a battle you aint equiped to fight. You aint got enough of it in ya. That much is clear. That much I've seen already. You turned on Dildo Kaine cause he was dead weight? Nah, son... You turned on Kaine cause you counted on that sumbitch ta fight yer battles and he wasnt good enough. Yer like a fuckin leach. All ya do is suck the life outa yer teammates... Ya gone be squished soon, son.", Jason said with a grin
He spit into the garbage can again. This time, one of the old ladies said something. "You cant do that in here, you know.", An old lady who looked like Bee Arther said. Jason smiled a big ole smile and spit again.
"You dont spend yer whole came career countin on other sumbitches, At. And it looks like yer only getting worse. I thought you was spossed ta be tougher with this new so called gimmick... But are ya? Shit naw...Just more of the same "Sarah Twilight is going to beat you"… Welp At..I'M gonna beat YER ass. See how that mess works? ZT gone beat Sarah if she don’t brang me my chicken gizzards.. But AT... I’m gone whoop yer ass from pillar to post. We putting boots to asses...Yers and aint a damn than you can do bout that... Cept maybe go get a big ole sumbitch like Oblivion and try to have him whoop us... But hell..WE don’t back down from nobody.
Then we got Kira. Oh Kira.. Hello kitty on a bender. I saw yer ass on a movie. Where'd you get them boob. You keepe them sumbitches covered up? I gotta tell ya though..Yer movie was perty damn terrible. Bout as bad as ya are in the sumbitchin rang. You terrible, Kira. We tried ta brang you along..Make yer ass better..But did it work? Shit naw! You still terrible. Too much bitch in ya... Not as much as At has in him...But still quite a bit. Now I saw yer last promo. The one last week. You was takin out look alikes of us. Too damn bad you aint got enough ass ta do that mess ta any of us. Hell I dont even see yer little chinky ass even showin up. I bet yer ass prolly went back ta China. Run off like a scared little bitch. Dont blame ya. We can be perty damn scary in that rang.
I reckon what I'm tryin ta damn say is this.. Sarah Twilight can say whatever it is she wants ta damn it say. She's a woman. Aint no woman belong in that rang with a sumbitchin man. WE bigger..We faster..We stronger..WE better in every way when it comes ta fightin. She aint got no damn chance. We ZT... We whoop wholesale ass and it don’t matter what you done in the past. You aint never took on ZT.. And aint never been a group of sumbitches like us. At...Boy you a bitch. You a big ole punk bitch and it's gonna be fun whoopin yer ass. Ya thank changin ye rname makes ya better? It dont. You can change yer sumbitchin name ta God and we still gone put boots ta yer ass. Kira? Well...Lets just say you aint never had it."
The batter died just as boarding started. Our trio quickly boarded the plane...first..Because everybody sitting around them just sat and stared
ZTs locker room was very bright. There was a black couch in the center, a tv and a mini fridge. And of course it was stocked with beer.
On that couch was Zoey, Jason' three year old daughter and also his biggest fan. She wore her favorite pink ZT shirt. She ran to Jason and looks up at him with blue eyes the size of the moon. "I'm sorry, daddy.", she said. He picked her up and gave her a hug.
"You all set to spend a few days with Erik and his girls", Jason asked.
You see, Zoey had been asking if she could stay with Erik Black's family for a few days Shed spent alot of time with Erik's girls and they weren't very far apart in age. They were great friends.
She nodded and gave him a big hug. "I'm gonna miss you.", she said in the sweetest voice you've ever heard. "And I'm gonna miss you most!", Jason answered.
The door opened and Erik's driver walked in. The driver was a very large man that went by the name Vladimir. Vlad was a very large blonde man. He'd been Erik's driver for many years now. He was a man of very few words. He motioned to Zoey, who grabbed her things. Jason gave her one last hug and sent her on her way.
He sat there after watching Zoey leave. He popped the top on a beer and took a long drink.
"Well the molester and hobo didnt do much, did they? Got they ass whooped and if it wasn't fer Shep makin a rookie mistake..We'd be winners. Gemini didnt show me shit.
But this here comin up is revenge...at we got at. Now..I know that sumbitch changed that mess. I reckon he finally realized how stupid callin herself at at at is. Sumbitch comes off like a damn winder locker. "I'm at at at and I swear I aint retarded!". You a damn winder locker son. Now..we been goin back an forth on the twatter...and you know how big of a damn vitch this punk is? He always talkin bout how I better shut my sumbitchin mouth 'fore somebody else...not at...shuts it fer me. I swear I aint never seen a man with that much bitch in 'im. Part of me feels bad. He's countin on that fuckin woman ta whoop our asses. What he don't know is that shed better just stay in the sumbitchin kitchen where she belongs....makin me a sammich."
He took a long drink and put his feet up on the table.
"I understand this woman is a damn legend. Well respected. Can't see why. She a good cook? She gone fry me up some chicken? I sure as hell know that woman aint gone beat my ass. She aint gone beat Shep's ass. She might use that idiot Kaine like the dildo he is..but she aint gone whoop nobody's ass. She a damn woman. Aint no woman gone beat nobody's ass. I suggest the bitch stay in the kitchen with that ass and them titties hanginout like a woman should.
And don't thank I dont know bout you, Kira...lookin like hello kitty at a crime scene. You still mad? Dont matter if ya are. We told yer dumbass how things work. You failed the try out. Aint no hard feelings. I want you ta know that mess. It's nothin but biness when we put boots to yer ass at the wssff ppvv."
He heard a noise coming from outside the door, so he turned up his beer and walked out
.....The aftermath....
She walked across the room as if she'd been sitting on a two liter coke bottle. It would have been called a walk of shame had she looked like any normal human being. But she didn’t. This woman was trashy looking. She looked like she'd been ridden hard her entire life. She stood about 4 foot eleven. What hair she did have was all knotted up around her massive bald spot. She had exactly three teeth in her head. She looked like someone who would be living with Kevin Bishop. She was skinny. Her black halter top hung around boobs that looked like they were rolled up like fruit rollups.
Jason Cash had to close one eye in order to just see one of her. She walked past the bodies that were laying everywhere there was a flat surface. She stuck out around the trashed living room. She waddled around the room, grunting as she did so. She must have had a wild night.
Sun shown through the massive bay windows of Erik's mansion. It was once very nice, decorated in all white with gold fixtures. Erik had always liked white. It represendted purity and cleanliness. There were pictures of the man himself and his family on the walls. There were white wrap around couches and a very large screen tv. It would have been very nice had Crazy J's bachelor party not been held there.
Crazy J had finally proposed to Lisa, and while Salem and Cash knew what the real deal was, They didn’t want to tell J the truth about it all. He was getting married and they backed him one hundred percent like any family would. Though they did have their differences with Crazy J being exactly that, Salem Shepard being schizo and Cash being a drunken hillbilly, they were brothers...The very best of friends.
Jason Cash's head hurt. He hadnt had a hangover it years. He'd simply drink himself sober. Beer was like water to him now. But this time...Oh this time there was pain. It felt like there was a herd of elephants having a party in his head. It pounded and pounded. It was a feeling that he'd hoped he'd never feel again. And his face burned. He didnt know why, but it burned like it had been set on fire.
He felt that his shirt was ripped. It was his favorite white Zero Tolerance shirt. He felt his chest. It was ripped right down the middle. And where were his pants? He could feel his cowboys boots still on his feet, but his pants were gone. "The shit happened last night?", he thought to himself
He didnt get up right away, his head pounded too much. Instead, he just layed there watching her. He thought he'd recognized her from the night before but he wasn’t sure. All her knew is that there was only one of her. There wasn’t four of her like he was seeing.
The woman walked around as if she were lost. She could have indeed been lost. It's highly doubtful though as she only had one shoe on...A black high heel. Jason was quite disgusted by her. He reached down and grabbed what he referred to as his third leg. "Sure as all hell hope that mess wasnt me.", He whispered to himself.
Jason lifted his head a bit, reeling from the pounding pain. There were people everywhere. There were men, women, both clothes and naked. There was trash everywhere. There were cola bottles everywhere. There were beer bottles everywhere. Jason even saw a syringe or two laying here and there. On the once white walls were drawings of dicks. Lamps were smashed in the corners. Glass was busted out of the windows. Almost all except for the large bay windows. Those must have been too thick to break. There were head and fist sized holes in the walls where it appeared a fight had broken out. The once majestic looking cyrstal chandelier that hung over the living room was now just a pile of rubble.
"The shit happened last night", Jason muttered to himself as he thumped his head back onto the hard, white floor. But he continued to watch the waddling woman, trying to remember where he'd seen her last. He knew that it wasn’t good. Salem and himself had planned something special for Crazy J at the party and Jason was sure this trashy looking woman had something to do with it. And he was sure it was the reason she was waddling around with her hair in knots and only one shoe on.
Jason tried to get up. He was a nice guy and wanted to help this lady out. She looked like she could use all the help she could get. He couldn’t get up, however. He simply yelled over to her, quietly of course. "YOu lose a shoe?", He asked. He wasnt sure if she'd heard him, but she walked over. She looked down at him and smiled, showing those three, brown teeth she had. "I'm looking for my donkey.", she said. "I know he's around here somewhere."
Now Jason was never the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even he could put two and two together. Here was a woman, a trashy looking woman who was walking like she's sat on a two litter bottle and she's looking for something that isnt her shoe. She's looking for a donkey. Jason puked in his mouth a little bit which was evident by the disgusted look on his face. He couldn’t look at her. Her could only cover his eyes with his hand. "Mam. Did you just say you was lookin fer a damn donkey?", he asked. He didnt see her nod, but he was sure she did it.
"Yes, for the donkey show. I don’t remember where I tied him up.", she said.
Jason puked in his mouth a little more. "Welp, I wouldn’t damn it be able ta say I'm a southern gentleman if I let yer ass roam round here lookin fer that sumbitch.", Jason said as he pried his body off of the cold, stone floor. He stood up, having to gain his balance and still wondering why his face burned like it did. That is when the smell hit him. Piss and shit. The house smelled like piss and shit. He looked over to the far right wall. The wall held a gigantic picture of Erik posing with an AWA Title. On that picture was a brown substance. "They wiped shit on that picture.", Jason muttered to himself.
He looked around, trying to find Salem. He knew that Salem was a schizo and he'd probably ran off. But he hadnt. Salem Shepard was laying on the couch surrounded by two blonde girls with tan bodies and big boobs. He was snuggled up to a brunette blowup doll.
He stumbled as he took a step forward. Tho woke up Salem, who had the blowup dolls face to his crotch. " Get off me, bitch!", he said, throwing the fool across the room. This woke up the two blondes that were laying on him. "I said the the fuck off me before I..Jason Cash you ain't got no pants on!".
He'd noticed Jason trying to gain his balance. " Where yo fuckin pants, homie?", Salem yelled. Jason covers his ears. The yelling made his pounding head worse. Salem got up, adjusted himself, and walked over to Cash, slapping him on the back. " What a fuckin party, right?", he said. Jason winced.
It was about that time when Salem saw the haggard looking broad. "Whoa! You the bitch that fucked that donkey!", he said. Jason puked in his mouth a little more. "That was a fuckin who. That motherfucker laid the wood!", Salem yelled with a laugh. Jason quickly interrupted. " I didn't...sumbitchin", Jason said before making an o with one had and putting a finger through it with the other. Salem smiled a huge, twisted smile. "Fuck yea! Harder than that donkey did before you!", Salem Shepard laughed. Jason threw up on the floor. Salem jumped back laughing. "I'm just fuckin with ya.", Salem said.
The three heard a noise coming from the other room, so they went to investigate. It was a bathrrom. It was nice once with its white walls and gold trim. The toilet was ripped out of the floor. Water still sprayed from the hole it left. The sink was shattered in the bathtub and in the corner was the donkey, trying to hump a hole in the wall. Salem and Cash laughed together. The homely looking chick they were with just looked jealous.
As Cash and Salem turned to leave the destroyed bathroom, Cash noticed something in the one thing that wasn't destroyed...the mirror.
"What in the shit?", he started as he grabbed at his face. Salem's right eye started twitching. Cash felt at his painted face. It was white with black eyes and a shadow smile. "Also..we may have painted your face.", Salem said with a grin. Cash didn't find it funny at all. The paint burned. "With what? Sumbitchin lighter fluid?", Cash asked. Salem proudly held his chin out. "Spray paint. The kind with metal flakes in it too.", Salem said. Cash rushed over to where the toilet once sat and held his face over the shooting water. The paint would not come off.
Cash moved quickly to Salem, who darted off in the other direction. Cash then noticed that the trashy looking broad that did the donkey show was looking back and forth between him and the donkey. Cash looked down. He knew he was pantsless, but he then found out that he was completely naked from the waist down.
"The sumbitchin hell you do ta me?!", he yelled as he ran out of the bathroom.
He caught Salem touching up his face paint in what was left of the kitchen. There was trash everywhere in the huge space. Beer and liquor bottles covered the floor. The stainless steel refrigerator was tipped over. Only the sink and stove were left untouched.
Salem stood with his back to the doorway. He was applying fresh white face paint when Cash stepped in, still naked from the waist down. He wasn't smiling like he usually does she he walked to Salem. The paint wearing schizo had to have known Cash was coming because he turned around with a beer. "Peace offering.", he said. "Aight. Peace.", Cash said as he took the glass and took a drink of the contents. He'd forgotten how thirsty he was for beer. "You seen J?", Cashed asked. Salem Shepard, with his white face paint and black around the eyes smiled a smile so evil and twisted that the devil himself would have been afraid.
Crazy J was sleeping peacefully in a very large king sized bed. This was Erik's bed. There was a picture of him overlooking the bed. The walls were white with gold trim. The blankets were also white. There was an over turned bedside table. Other than that, the room appeared to be basically untouched. Crazy J wore a smile that went from ear to ear, although he did snore a little. To his left and right were a broom and a mop.
"What the fuck, homie?", yelled Salem as he and Cash, who still wasn't wearing pants, burst into the room. Crazy J woke up with a start, sitting up straight.
"What? what?", Crazy J said loudly.
Cash saw the mop and broom. Salem mouthed, "Just go with it.". And our hillbilly hero did just that.
"What in the sumbitchin hell done gone on in here?", Jason asked with a smile. Salem grinned as well. "I see somebody nibbled on some cookie last night.
It was about that time that Crazy J, with his face paint nearly all worn off, noticed what was beside him. And he proceeded to flip the fuck out. He jumped out of bed, throwing his pants on nearly instantly. "This isn't what it looks like!", Crazy J yelled. Cash shook his head. "You oughta be ashamed of herself. Yer an engaged man.", Cash said with a laugh. Crazy J looked down at the broom and mop. "Where did these bitches come from? Lisa is going to find out!", he said, rubbing his eyes. " You gotta help me!", J pleaded. Cash shook his head. "You done went and did it now.",Cash said. Salem started laughing harder. "What's done is done, homie.",Salem laughed. Cash nodded. "Can't take that mess back now.", Cash added.
Crazy J started to pace back and forth. "I can't let Lisa find out about this. We have to kill them. This fucking shit can't get out.", J said. He had a wild look in his eyes. He'd do anything. "You gotta help me!", he pleaded as he shoved a pillow over the top of the mop. He held it there for a few seconds. He stopped and looked at Cash and Salem. "I can't believe this! I love Lisa!", Crazy J yelled.
Salem and Cash watched as Crazy J picked up the mop and broke it in half, throwing the broken pieces on the floor. "Shut up you bitch! I love Lisa. How dare you!", Crazy J yelled at the broom. He reached over and grabbed the broom. He snapped it like a twig and threw the broken pieces on the floor.
Salem and Cash could only stand there and stare with their jaws hanging open. " What have I done?!", Crazy J yelled as he dropped to his knees. He looked up at Cash and Salem with pleading eyes. " You have to help me get rid of the bodies.", he said matter of factly.
And so our trio stood by the massive pool. Jason Cash and Salem held a bag each in their hands. Tied to those bags were cinder blocks. Crazy J, who was standing there beside them looked into the pool. " Now them bitches will just stay at the bottom of the ocean", he said. Salem and Jason Cash dropped the bag into the huge, blue pool with a splash. It didn't even wake up the naked couple passed out on the deck.
" By the way.", J started as he looked at Cash. " Where the fuck are your pants? You're out here bare assed.", he added. Jason could only shrug. " Hell if I know man. All I member from last night is somethin bout sumbitchin corn.", our hillbilly hero answered, ignoring the breeze that tickled his balls. J and Salem shared a look and a laugh.
Jason left them out there. He needed to find his pants, so he walked back into the mansion. He found his jeans in a head sized hole in the wall near the now ruined tv.
" Hay? The hell?"
His pants had hay all through them. Jason had to pick all the hay out...So he did.
It wasn't long after that the trio had to leave. Everyone had left, so our trio stood at the from door surveying the damage. Everything was ruined. There was shit in the walls. There was piss on the floor. Cash noticed a white powder all over the floor, so he bent down, put some on his finger and put it to his tongue. His pupils quickly dialated. It had showed cocain at Js party
They made it to the airport with no problems. They even got sent to the front of the line. It may have had something to do with the painted faces. It could have been the fact that they didn't have any bags at all. It may have had to do with the looks they were being given. It could have been anything.
Jason was the first to go through security. He was waved through the metal detector. Of course it went off. The TSA agent, who was a very large black woman, waved Cash through again. And again it went off.
" I'm going to need you to step aside.", she said. Jason obliged. There was a yell behind them. It was Crazy J. " Let him go pig!", yelled J. The agent didnt take kindly to it, but chose to ignore it. " Friends of yours?", she asked. Jason nodded.
The woman took the metal detecting wand and waved it over Jason's body. It didnt go off. And so she kept going. When it got to his face, it went off. " There I something in your face paint. I'm gonna need you to remove it.", she said. Jason only shook his head. "No can do man.", our hillbilly hero answered. If looks could kill, Jason would be dead. "Yall know yall can't get on the plane with that mess on.", she said with an obvious attitude. Jason looked over at Salem and J with a grin. "Not gonna happen, man. Yall need ta sumbitchin understand that we trans-human.", Jason Cash said as serious as he could. She rolled her eyes. "Trans-human, huh?, she asked. Jason nodded. "Yup. Y'see..Inside I feel like a sumbitchin scarecrow. And on the outside, I just wanna look like one too. Them boys over yonder wanna be scary clowns. It's be discrimination if ya didnt let us on that damn plane.", Jason said..trying not to laugh. She rolled her eyes again. "Alright, but I'm gonna have to pat you down.", she said. Jason nodded. She started to pat him down. She started at his boots and worked her way up. When she got to his crotch, she stopped. "You hiding something? What's this?", she asked. Jason grinned from ear to ear. "That's my dick. We grow em big where I'm from. You wanna see it?", he said with a wink. He eyes grew wide as if shed never felt anything like it. She was stunned. And since she was stunned, she let our trusty trio all go through.
Once they got through security, Cash reached under his cowboy hat and brought out his handicam. He turned it on and pointed it toward his face.
" Welcome you sick sumbitches..This week our guests are a sumbitch what can't make his damn mind up bout his name. Are you that bitch from Rocky it at at at? I dont damn it know no more. Then we got a damn wssfff legend in Sarah Twilight. Not sure if that her real damn name er if she's a fan of them aweful movies. And finally..we got hello kitty at a crime scene"
Crazy J looked over at Cash. "The fuck are you doin?", he asked. Tho got Salem's attention. So he looked over too. "You talkin bout Sarah? I heard she's a beast..but I'm just worried bout them butt cheeks.", the schizo said. Jason laughed.
As they wondered to their gate, Jason stopped an old man dressed in a blue suit. He had white hair and had to be around seventy.
" Excuse me Mr. Can I ask you a question?", Jason asked. The old guy looked a bit scared. And why wouldn't he? Here were three guys in face paint holding a camera. "Sure.", the old man said. Jason cleared his throat and pointed the camera at the mans face.
"What do you thank bout women fightin?", Jason asked. The old man smiled, showing yellow dentures. "Women fighting? Where in the world? A woman's place Is in the kitchen.", was his answer. Jason nodded and put his hand on his chin." I sumbitchin agree. See..We got this tag match...That sumbitch with the white eyes ovar..and we fightin a woman. Can you believe this bitch thanks she's gone hang with us?", Jason said with a laugh. The old man laughed to. " Hell I aint worried bout her whoopin our asses..I just want that woman ta fry my ass up some chicken gizzards. She shouldnt step a sangle foot outa that sumbitchin kitchen less shes brangin me my food and a beer.", Jason said.
They walked a little further and asked a few more men. And the general consensus was that Sarah should stay in the kitchen.
Jason looked into the camera, not realizing that he wasn't in the picture. "Ya hear that, Sarah? I done asked five sumbitches bout you bein in the rang with us..and you know what they answers was? Every one of them sumbitches said you spossed ta be in that damn kitchen makin me some gizzards. And don't burn them sumbitches.", Jason said with a frown. " I aint eaten them sumbitches if they burnt up.", he added.
Salem grabbed the camera. "Yea gurl. Dont burn the food. And when you done..me and you can go play Legos..if ya know what I mean.", he said with a fairly wide grin.
Cash took the camera back.
" Now I know you thank you tough. Hell you a legend in wssf. I hear talk bout you bein a bad bitch. But yer ass can't be. Men are bigger. Men are stronger. Men are sumbitchin faster. Hell we better than you in every way. The hell you gone brang to a damn fight? A box of tampons and a bad mood? You sure as hell aint gone brang no man sized fight. So when I tell yer ass ta stay in the damn kitchen its for yer own damn good. I'd hate ta see yer perty little face get messed up just cause ya got yer ass over yer head.", Jason said in a very serious tone.
Salem came over and slapped Jason's back. Salem grinned and said, "I wanna put her ass over her head, homie. Make them butt cheeks clap.". Jason shook his head. Crazy J laughed.
"Now I know yer gonna come at us with some harsh as all hell words. Yer gone try and make us look like damn fools. Gone say you done whooped the best sumbitches in the best damn rasslin fed. Know what I say bout that mess?", Jason started with a smile. "Which rasslin fed is the best? Hell they all say they the best. They all say they got the best sumbitches. Hell we just left the best rasslin fed. And the one 'fore that mess was the best to. You know how many times I whooped the "bestest sumbitchin rassler that ever rassled? Fact of the matter is that you whooped up on some sumbitches what got they balls tied in a damn knot. That's about the only way a itty bitty little woman gone whoop a man's ass...The only way. Last I looked..My balls wasn't tied in a knot. Dont know bout shep though...aint gone look at his balls.", Jason finished.
The group walked past a group of women. J and Salem whistled at them. Jason looked back with the camera as they walked in the other direction. " Now I know these sumbitches here in was aint givin us much of a chance.", Jason said. "Fuck naw.", Salem butted in. Jason grinned. "Hell the whole sumbitchin wssf sayin you gone walk off with it. But they say that mess bout every damn body what comes back. Hell Gemini said that big train sumbitch was gone whoop Kira. Look what happened? Hello Kitty on bender beat his ass. This place reminds me of Cowboys fans. And yea..I am one. But Cowboys fans always thankin the sumbitch comin up is better than the sumbitch we got now. Same damn thang with you. You ain't fought in a while.. You returnin. You automatically the queen of winder lickers. Know what I thank? I thank you'd better let them titties out and make me them chicken gizzards. That's what I thank. You gone get hurt. You was big shit a while ago. Now? Hell gurl...now ZT is the big shit round here. Yall better get used ta that mess.", Jason said as they found their gate.
The three amigos sat down between a group of old women. The old women stared, horrified at the. One muttered terrorist which got a two finger salute from Crazy J.
Jason put a dip in and grinned. He then looked around. " Yall seen my big ole jacked up truck?", he asked Crazy J and Salem. J didnt answer. He WA too busy looking at pictures of Lisa. Salem shook his head. "You mean that fuckin rust bucket, homie?", Salem asked. Jason nodded. "Yup. At at at seems ta thanks iys a big ole jacked up sumbitch and ai peel out round old folks.", Jason said to his tag partner for the week. Salem busted out laughing.
"Fuck man. If you did that, them fuckin wheels would fall off."
Jason spit into a garbage can he'd moved in front of him. "Hell I damn it know. That sumbitch barely holdin together. She my baby though. I love her. That said..This I a sumbitch what goin through a dam identity crisis. Can't figure out who in the hell he is. First he was at at at...or triple at. Then he was Augustus. And now..Hell I reckon he been watchin too much rocky cause he goin by Adrian...Like that bitch from the movie. AND he a..maleficent bastard. I reckon he a Disney fan too. This sumbitch thank a name change make 'im tougher?", Jason laughed. He spit in the garbage can. The old ladies surrounding them were appalled.
" You know a name dont make you tougher, right. If yous a bitch by the name of bobby.. You still gone be a bitch when you wanna be called somethin else. That name aint what makes you a bitch. Yer mind does..And son? You got alot of bitch in ya. We done had it out on the twatter. And you always countin on some damn body else ta beat us for ya. First it was the walkin dead. We beat his ass. Then it was the plaque. We beat his ass. Then it was Gemini. And that sumbitch pinned Shep. And now? Hell now this little punk bitch countin on a damn woman ta beat us? Not confident? He son if ya don't damn it thank you got it then you oughta do herself and yer team a favor and just not show up! Heaven knows you gone get that ass whooped of ya show up. You too full of bitch ta stand in that rang with any one of us. You ain't no daisy, At. You ain't. Sooner you realize that mess, the better you gone be. Bout time you make peace with yer bitch. Otherwise you just gone go through life bein a sad...sad man. Oh but you got a plan fer Sarah ta beat us, right? Show me somethin shiny. Get in my head. Son...son..you don't damn it know me. Now..I hate repeating myself..but I reckon I have to since yer ears must be full of botch too. I like two things..Drinkin...An fightin. That's what I do. I get good and drunk..and I beat people up. Aint no gettin in my head, son. If there's a fight..I fight. Aint nothin else. A sumbitch like herself wouldn't know nothin bout lovin ta fight though. Yer ass too damn concerned with yer Nam..and yer gimmick. Me? Ya he what ya see. I aint no gimmick. Im just me. Shep the same.. J? The same. We aint no gimmick...We just a couple badass sumbitch what like ta beat people up. You? Son yer just a bitch who writes checks with yer mouth that other sumbitches gotta cash. You the worst kinda bitch. You that little kid on the play ground what always startin mess with bigger..badder sumbitches an lookin fer yer buddies ta come save yer ass. I can't damn it stand a sumbitch like you. WEll...come the wssfff ppvv, you wont damn it have a choice but ta get in the rang with Zero Tolerance. That’s a damn fact unless you just don’t show up. But if ya do..then yer gonna have ta fight yer own sumbitchin battle... And it’s a battle you aint equiped to fight. You aint got enough of it in ya. That much is clear. That much I've seen already. You turned on Dildo Kaine cause he was dead weight? Nah, son... You turned on Kaine cause you counted on that sumbitch ta fight yer battles and he wasnt good enough. Yer like a fuckin leach. All ya do is suck the life outa yer teammates... Ya gone be squished soon, son.", Jason said with a grin
He spit into the garbage can again. This time, one of the old ladies said something. "You cant do that in here, you know.", An old lady who looked like Bee Arther said. Jason smiled a big ole smile and spit again.
"You dont spend yer whole came career countin on other sumbitches, At. And it looks like yer only getting worse. I thought you was spossed ta be tougher with this new so called gimmick... But are ya? Shit naw...Just more of the same "Sarah Twilight is going to beat you"… Welp At..I'M gonna beat YER ass. See how that mess works? ZT gone beat Sarah if she don’t brang me my chicken gizzards.. But AT... I’m gone whoop yer ass from pillar to post. We putting boots to asses...Yers and aint a damn than you can do bout that... Cept maybe go get a big ole sumbitch like Oblivion and try to have him whoop us... But hell..WE don’t back down from nobody.
Then we got Kira. Oh Kira.. Hello kitty on a bender. I saw yer ass on a movie. Where'd you get them boob. You keepe them sumbitches covered up? I gotta tell ya though..Yer movie was perty damn terrible. Bout as bad as ya are in the sumbitchin rang. You terrible, Kira. We tried ta brang you along..Make yer ass better..But did it work? Shit naw! You still terrible. Too much bitch in ya... Not as much as At has in him...But still quite a bit. Now I saw yer last promo. The one last week. You was takin out look alikes of us. Too damn bad you aint got enough ass ta do that mess ta any of us. Hell I dont even see yer little chinky ass even showin up. I bet yer ass prolly went back ta China. Run off like a scared little bitch. Dont blame ya. We can be perty damn scary in that rang.
I reckon what I'm tryin ta damn say is this.. Sarah Twilight can say whatever it is she wants ta damn it say. She's a woman. Aint no woman belong in that rang with a sumbitchin man. WE bigger..We faster..We stronger..WE better in every way when it comes ta fightin. She aint got no damn chance. We ZT... We whoop wholesale ass and it don’t matter what you done in the past. You aint never took on ZT.. And aint never been a group of sumbitches like us. At...Boy you a bitch. You a big ole punk bitch and it's gonna be fun whoopin yer ass. Ya thank changin ye rname makes ya better? It dont. You can change yer sumbitchin name ta God and we still gone put boots ta yer ass. Kira? Well...Lets just say you aint never had it."
The batter died just as boarding started. Our trio quickly boarded the plane...first..Because everybody sitting around them just sat and stared
