Post by jasoncash on Oct 7, 2016 9:23:32 GMT -5
An just like that...war was declared. Of course those in Pantheon didnt know it. They effectively won war. Of course that was all due to the action of the six god. He was responsible for Jason Cash's elimination. You see, the coward broke up a Cash pin not once, but twice. The second time distracted our hillbilly hero enough for Jason O'Neil to he the pin. He then ran like the bitch he is..tried to get AWA from our hero as fast as he could.
Zero Tolerance was a force to be reckoned with. They went toe toe to with the eventual Pantheon. They proved themselves, even signing a new member in the process.
War was certainly declared. The next battle? Slam where new member Adrian Archer team with Salem and Cash for the trios titles again the brotherhood. Truly a war. Funny thing about ZT and wars...ZT always wins.
The man in black stood just beyond the tree line, on a hill that over looked Jason's massive mansion. How did he get there? That's anyone's guess. The neighborhood was walked off like a compound. I guess ok people just dont like outsiders. But the man in black was there all the same. Why? Why was he there? That was a good question. After all, these types of things are never good.
Smoke rose from a cigar that hung loosely from a mouth that was stuck to a shadowed face. The sun was high enough in the sky to great a shadow over the man's face. He wore a large brim black hat that caused the shadow. His long, black coat hung nearly to the fallen leaves. His legs were like tree trunks.
Tho man was darkness....former member of zero tolerance and over all badass. He was thought dead. Erik had supposedly drowned the big man in Lake Erie years ago. He was quite surprised to find out that Darkness lived. That was weeks ago, however. Erik Black had been looking for the man since then. He was putting all of his contacts on the search. And he kept coming up empty.
Why was Darkness back? More importantly, why was he messing with Jason's family? Jason and Darkness had met a few times, but never really fought. Why now? Only Darkness himself could answer that.
Since it was nice and sunny out, Jason's daughter, Zoey, was in the backyard playing with their new dog. The dog was a massive English mastiff. He was huge, but he was a gentle giant.
Zoey spun around in circles, her long brown hair and purple dress flowing in the wind. She held a string with a blue dog toy tied to the end. The massive dog rang after the toy as it circled. Zoey was full of life.
From the tree line, Darkness watched. He waited. He watched. He appeared to be a predator watching his prey. He grinned as Jason's wife, Nicole, came out of the house. She blew bubbles in Zoey's direction. Nicole waddled over to where Zoey and the dog were playing. Nicole was very pregnant. She looked to be atlesst seven months along.
And Darkness grinned a big grin, his cigar nearly falling out of his mouth. He grabbed his camera and took a few pictures.
Meanwhile.....
The two massive oak doors that led to Erik Blacks office swung open with a freak. In walked Jason Cash. One eye was black. He had a large gash across his forehead. Other than that, he was no worse for wear.
"Well shit on a biscuit! It's At! Hurry up and shut them sumbitchin doors! Lockem tight! We can't let his ass run away agin!", Jason laughed. Erik, who sat behind his oak desk only stared.
Adrian Archer wore a black suit and a shit eating grin. He looked like the bastard he claimed to be.
"Fuck you, hillbilly."
Jason smiled from ear to ear. "I hope yo ass knows 'at my ass ain't never lettin yer ass get past that mess, right?", Jason asked. Archer shook his head. The smile had disappeared from his face.
"You think that's funny?" Adrian said with a serious look.
"I think it's fucking hilarious..At."
Archer got up in Jason's face..neither man giving an inch. "Think I'm a clown put here for your amusement?"" Tell me..what's funny? "
Erik Black stood up. The tension in the room was terrible. Already it appeared this may not work. There was going to be a brawl right here right now! After a moment..Archer takes a swing.Cash quickly went to block but there's nothing to block..Archer busted up laughing. [br
"I got you you hillbilly son of a bitch!"
Cash did not looK too amused. The shit eating grin returned as Archer pat him on the shoulder and exclaimed
"Behold! The Bastard!"
"Fuck you at.."Cash replied, allowing himself to laugh a bit.
" Gentlemen! ENOUGH!"
Erik Black admonished the two men who started wrestling around the office.
"We've got work to do!", Erik said, calmly yet firm. He eyed the two. " Aww hell. It's the damn fun police.", Jason said as he walked further into the room.
Erik sat down in his chair. He rubbed his temples. He'd hoped that signing Archer would have made things easier. He thought it would bring less shenanigans, but he was wrong. Adrian Archer was surely a Magnificent Bastard.
"Adrian is.", Erik started to da. He was cut off by Cash.."At. That sumbitch is At. He always gone be At.", Jason said with a shit eating grin. Adrian did the same. Erik sighed to himself. "As I was saying, Adrian is now head of media relations. Im sure you three will keep him very busy.", Erik said plainly.
Jason nodded in agreement. Truthfully, ZT needed a guy like Adrian Archer..Well..Erik did anyway. Jason, Salem, and Crazy J were always brought up by the media for the shenanigans. Erik was growing tired answering questions about them. He had far too much to do.
Jason was grabbing himself another beer from the mini refrigerator, when Erik's secretary, Jennifer, came across the intercom.
"Sir, Your eleven o'clock is here."
"Adrian. I'll talk to you in a bit.", Erik said. Adrian turned to make his way out. "Send him in.", Erik said as he held his intercom button down.
The two massive oak doors swung open just as Archer got to them. At the same time, a short Chinese man in a black suit walked his. The man put his hand out to Archer, but the bastard just kept going.
Jason's jaw dropped when he saw the man. It was like looking at a toy to Jason. And it would cause most people to stare. This man was tiny. He looked like a Chinese vern Troyer. Jason nearly spit out his chew as he watched the little man waffle to Erik's desk.
"You gotta be damn it shittin me!", Jason said to himself as the small man finally got to the white leather chair that sat on the guest side of Erik Blacks desk. Jason helped the little man get on the chair by picking him up. This small man did not take kindly to the help.
"Dont touch me!", he said.
"Hell I didn't see no ladder and yo ass wasn't gettin up there by yerself.", Jason responded.
Erik stood up, bottoning suit jacket. He extended a hand as he walked around his desk.
"Mr Xiang. Thank you for coming by on such short notice. I hope your trip was pleasant.", Erik said as he gave a side glance to Jason.
Bojing Xiang was a Chinese official. He was part of the countries IT team. He was a wealthy and powerful man. He was not one to trifle with.
In China, the man was feared, even with his extremely small stature. He was head of the governments cyber security department, but he was also one to have entire families killed for sport. Today, he was meeting Erik about a piece of software.
A few months back, Erik managed to get a price of software from a man that went by the name Chris Harrold. Of course Erik Black killed Chris after our hillbilly hero beat the man to within an inch of his life. This software was revolutionary. It could encrypt anything. It would also let any hacker get into any computer in the world.
"It was quite nice. Long flight, but pleasurable.", said Mr. Xiang.
Jason was staring at the name with wide eyes as he took a drink of his beer. Erik noticed, but didn't say anything. Mr Xiang did, however.
"What are you staring at?"
Jason held his wide eyed gaze. "You...Are you. You a damn elf?", Jason asked with a grin.
"No. Im a little person."
"Aww..If you don't want the whole damn work ta know that elfs are real...My ass can keep that secret fer ya.", Jason said as serious as we've ever heard him. " Does that means there's a Santa? You tell that sumbitch I was good as hell that year his ass didn't bring me nothin.", Jason added.
Bojing Xiang was clearly getting quite annoyed. His face was turning red. His breathing was beginning to get heavy. His palms started to sweat.
Erik picked up on tho. The tension in the room was quite heavy. "On to business then.", Erik said. "Mr Xiang..", Erik started to say. He was cut off by Jason Cash.
"Is the sumbitchin tooth fairy real too? Easter Bunny? I want ta damn it know!", Jason asked. He wasn't done yet. He stood up with a big smile across his bearded face. "You tell my ass, elf!".
"Jason.", Erik said flatly. "Mr. Xiang is our guest.", Erik added. Jason sat back down. "His ass ain't my guest. Sumbitchin elf wont answer my ass.", Jason said with a sigh.
Erik returned to his seat, unbottoning his jacket as he did so. "Mr Xiang. Have you been able to review the capabilities of this piece of software?", Erik asked.
The Chinese man nodded. "I have".
Erik leaned back in his chair. " And what did you think? It's quite powerful.", He said. Mr. Xiang agreed. "Almost too hard to believe to tell you the truth. How do I know this actually works?", Xiang asked. Erik smiled, his icy blue eyes twinkling like stars. "Are you still trying to find out who attacked your network last week?", Erik asked. Xiang nodded. "They left no traces. I dont think we will be able to do so, however."
Erik eyed the man. "Now you know it works.", Erik said flatly. Xiangs slanted eyes wide ed. " That was you?!", he asked.
And it was about that time when Jason, who was just sitting there wondering why the hell he was even at a meeting like this, cut in.
"Hold up. You mean ta damn it tell me...That yo ass some how er another...hacked into the sumbitchin north pole?", Jason asked.
"I am not a fucking elf!"
"Quiet down, elf. You get Santa's list? Cause my ass been good.", Jason said before spitting into his bottle. "That sumbitchin elf got a mouth on 'im dont he? Shit on a biscuit.", Jason added.
"I apologized for Jason here. He's had a bit too much to drink.", Erik said, trying to calm the situation. Jason took offense. "I aint damn it drunk. You sittin there pretendin we aint got no sumbitchin elf in from of us.... Hell my ass wants ta know why Santa didnt damn it brang my ass nothin when I was nine. I was good as hell that year.", Jason said, still very serious.
He noticed that his beer was empty, so he got up to get another. Erik took this opportunity to finish the conversation.
"As a test, yes that was us. We didnt take any information of course.", Erik said. Mr. Xiang thought for a minute. "We can't find an IP address from the attacker. And how did your software crack our passwords and firewalls?", Xiang asked. Erik, who had his elbows on the table, leaned back in his chair. "It jams everything. It gives no IP because it doesn't need one. Normal password crackers can only go through a few million character sets per se on. This does that in the trillions. I've never seen anything like it.", Erik said flatly. "And you aren't worried that we will use this against your government?", Xiang asked. Erik laughed. "I make my money either way, Mr. Xiang.", Erik said, laughing.
And why not? Erik Black didnt care about how his devices and systems would be used. He got money. He got power. That's all he wanted. Besides, he could always fix things the same way he broke them. Sell guns to one group. That group attacks a weaker group. Them sell to them. It's a never ending cycle.
" You are dangerous man, Mr. Black. "
"So I've been told.", Erik answered.
Jason popped the top on a fresh beer and sat back down.
" So...Yo ass gone come out to the world? Tellem Santa Claus is real an shit?", Jason asks Xiang. The Chinese man sighed. "If you do not stop, I will have to take action.", said Xiang. Jason started laughing. He damn near spit out his beer. "Yall really got like.. A elf special forces? Santa in trouble! Them hillbillies done shot up the reigndeers! Send in the elf brigade!", Jason laughed. He doubled over holding his stomache. "Yo ass is a funny elf. Yall know 'at mess?", Jason asked. Xiang sat there, staring straight ahead. " For the last time, I am not an elf.", Xiang yelled.
Deep down inside, Erik found this just as funny as Jason did. He couldn't show it, however, due to this being a business meeting.
"Jason. I just got word that our beer truck just pulled up. Can you go check?", Erik asked. Jason quickly got up. "Hell yea! I knowed you'd see things my way.", Jason said with a smile before leaving.
And so our hillbilly hero went down to the docking bay. He was expecting a beer truck. There wasn't one. And this made our hillbilly hero sad. So he sat down, took off his hat, and turned on his mini cam. He made sure the red light was on.
"Well what in the shit do ya know? Huh? Them sumbitchin trolls decided ta damn it stay. Sumbitches perty much declared war while they was at it. An speakin of War. Man what a damn fight. My ass fought fer three sumbitchin hours. It took that six dicks in 'is mouth sumbitch stickin his nose where it don't damn it belong ta take my ass out. I beat the shit outa rabid...i beat the holy hell outa Flash. We was a sumbitchin fore ta be reckoned with. We whooped they ass. I gotta say..Yall sumbitches declared war on the wrong sumbitches. Yall expectin us ta damn it back down? Shit son..ZT dont back down from nobody. We just dont give a damn. We don't give two shits bout what yall sumbitches did a year ago. We don't give a shit what yall did two or three years ago. Yall came in a declared war on the badest sumbitches walkin Gods green earth. Funny thing bout ZT and wars...we always win."
Cash spit tobacco into his bottle.
"But looky here. This week we got us another title shot. Seth decided his ass ta brang back them trio belts an who better ta hold them sumbitches than ZT? I'll tell ya..No..damn...body. Oh but of course there are three ignorant sumbitches over there wantin ta disagree with 'at. And they might be right...If they wasn't piss poor followers what can't buy no wins round here in wssf.
Yea om talkin bout Damien "Im a fuckin vibrator" Kaine... Gladiator what aint got no arena...and whatever the hell a psychopomp is. These three sumbitches aint nothin but followers..Weak minded an weak bodied. They the lowest of the low. While we livin big...these sumbitches livin in dirt..pissin an shitin where they sleep...like dogs. And they led by Kevin Bishop an his greasey ass beard.
What my ass dont get is this mess. These three sumbitches spossed ta be stand up sumbitches. They spossed ta be real men...capable of standin alone. But they perk they ears up when that borin ass bastard, Bishop, opens his mouth. These sumbitches retarded? Hell in ZT, we aint got no leader. We all can an do stand up on our own. Yall? Nah...yall can't do 'at mess. I reckon yall already damn it know yall worthless. But then...why talk shit? Huh? By joinin Bishop an his beard, yall saying yall aint worth a shit. After all..that sumbitch owns up to the fact that his ass looks for the dregs of society ta damn it foller his ass. And yall aint that mess up. And I ask again...yalls asses retarded? Cause it don't damn it make no kinda sense.
See. We got nuke rat...err..gladiator what aint got no arena on the twatter. My ass dont damn it know how cause them sumbitches livin in tents an shit. An his ass writin checks his body gone bounce cause aint enough man in 'im ta damn it cash them sumbitches. And Im just sittin there..drankin my beer..a I'm thankin....how this sumbitch gone talk shit ta ZT...hell..hows this sumbitch gone talk shit bout anybody? Huh? His ass can't damn it buy a win. He got..what...two wins? His piss poor ass only lasted bout ten minutes in war. That what kinda sumbitches these guys are. They sumbitches what get they ass whooped on a weekly basis.. And they sittin there..in the dirt...bucket of piss an shit in the corner.. Talkin bout how they asses gone walk off with it. Is you is..or is you ain't..crazy as a pet coon? Yall can't damn I win..ever. How in the hell yall gone take on the most dominant group of sumbitches round
Nuke rat...How many times ZT done whoop that ass? Bout fifty? How many times we done broke a damn sweat? Bout..none? Sounds about right. An you gone talk shit? Hell I get the confidence. I really do..when its warranted. But you? Hell you ain't done shit. Aint no reason fer yo ass ta damn it be confident. What yo ass gone try that you ain't damn it tried already? Huh? Not a damn thang...rhats what! Not a damn thang"
Jason started to laugh.
"You the joke of wssf an yo ass dont even know it. Hell when I read them twats...I damn near spit my beer out. I was like. is this sumbitch serious? His ass talkin shit an his ass ain't even done shit. I know Bishop tellin yall that yall got more in ya. That yall ain't worthless bastards..That y'all's asses CAN contribute to society. But lets be real here. You ain't never been able ta win. Yo ass ain't. What changed? Huh? You get a pep talk from a hobo an all the sudden yer Billy badass? It don't work that way son. Yo ass ain't man enough ta even make us sweat.
Then we got that damn midget. I know his ass don't thank he a midget. His ass says that mess enough. But his ass also says he can fight. We all know that mess aint true. His ass'd prolly lose to a four year old. He'd be out toughed AND that kid be bigger than his ass. He one of them sumbitches what spends all his time on denial. That's why his ass gone lose.
Lemme tell yo ass somethin dildo man. First thang bout bein tough is understandin when ya aint. It's bein true to herself. An you ain't never been true to herself. Like when you said that dildo I brought ya wasn't yer brother. Yo ass knowed that was yer brother. Hurt his sumbitchin feelings. That sumbitch was cryin. Sooner yer ass understands that you ain't shit, the sooner yer ass can start gettin better.
That mess aint gone damn it win this week though. Hell naw. Yo ass right down there with gladiator what aint got no arena. Ya piss poor in the rang, son. Hell yo ass can barely even get in that sumbitch without four or five ladders. Dont yo little ass worry none though. We gone all brang you some ladders so you can get in the rang an get that ass whooped. Oh you can deny it. Hell go ass prolly will. But history repeats itself an you ain't never won. That means you gone continue ta get that ass whooped.
And can somebody tell my ass what the shit a psychopomp is? It's need ta know information? Is it a woman? A man? That squirl what's running round lookin fer nuts? Exactly what the shit is a psychopomp?
I know. Just damn it hit me. Psychopomp is what Bishop named that French fry his ass found in 'is beard the other day. Hell I though he ate that sumbitch, but I reckon not. I reckon Bishop told that sumbitch he can damn it fight now.
My ass just playin. Psychopomp is a rassler. He the only sumbitch Bishop got what's ever won a match. Sure its been against nobodies. He whooped that ass though. He gone whoop our asses? Shit naw.
I mean...Look at him. If a hipster an a hobo had a baby...Itd be psychopomp. Hell I was on the YouTube the other day... saw this video with psychopomp in it. He had a big ole beard..Like Kevin Bishop. Said his ass was goin huntin...but he couldn't find where the gluten free taco stands slept. Said his ass'd been waitin on his fishin stand all day an aint seen a single one. That sumbitch was psychopomp..that ignorant sumbitch.."
Jason stood up. The shakey ass camera barely showing his face.
" Here's the thang. We took on a new member. That sumbitchin means we stronger than ever in wsssf. He a bastard, but me and At....We was a team..an whooped wholesale ass at war. Yall? Yall just throwin a bunch a damn scrubs together. Aint no team. Y'all's asses aint no damn team..An even if you was, aint none of yall good enough ta stand up ta any one of us. Hell Im perty damn sure any one of us could beat the holy hell out of yall three..alone. Yall still get that ass whooped. But we all together. Know what that mess means? No? That mess means y'all's chances....They gone. They was slim an nine...an slim found out he wasn't shit an ran off. That's what that mess means. See..We better than yall in every way. We better lookin. We got bigger dicks...Least I do. An we tougher. Y'all's ass can damn it pray to Allah..or Jesus..or bishops greasy beard. It don't damn it matter. Y'all's asses aint walkin off with belts what was made fer ZT. Yall just ain't. Our asses aint gone sumbitchin allow it. We just ain't. Them belts was made fer us. We ZT. If they any sumbitches in Wssf what can hold them belts...Its us. Y'all's asses in fer a rude ass awakenin...
See..We came into this sumbitch with wantin ta damn it own this joint. And we have. We done whooped damn near the whole roster. Our losess? Hell we don’t lose. Hell...War is the only sumbitchin time my ass ever got pinned. Aint that some shit? My ass only been pinned in War. Yall's asses really need ta damn sit back and thank on some shit. ZT is a force ta be reckoned with. We top of the line. Yall? Hell yall them sumbitches what er called losers. Yall are actually..real likfe losers. Yall lives er in shambles. Yall cant damn it win. Yall followers. Yall the worst of the worst. If yall wasn’t, Kevin Bishop would've never damn asked yall ta join his brotherhood. See..That sumbitch got a head issue. His ass thanks he gotta be in control at all times..Gotta have power. Hell his ass dont impress no damn body else..Gettin the lowest sumbitches walkin ta foller his ass makes him feel better bout his self That’s yall. Followers. Nothin but followers. Cant damn it stand up on yer own. At Slam? We comein fer yall. We beat asses like yalls like it aint nothin..Cause it aint. Yall gone get yalls asses whoop....I promise yall that mess. ZT gone walk off with them belts. Aint a damn thang yall gone do bout it. See....This thang in Wssf is growin ta be a way between Pantheon and every damn body else. Yall really think yall can damn it stand up to them? Hell yall cant stand up to kids. Yall punk bitches from WAAAAAaaayyyyyyYYY back. Us? We the only sumbitches what can damn it stand in their way and win. We it. We the only shot wsssf got. Yalls asses better damn it recognize that mess.......ZT is yer daddy.....And yer daddy gone get them belts ."
And so Jason sat down and waited. It wasn't long before his phone rang.
"Sumbitch.", Jason answered.
"You need to get to my office."
Our hillbilly hero darted into Erik's office. Erik sat there in front of a computer. He motioned to Jason. And our hillbilly hero walked over to see.
"I have a gun at Darkness. He's been at your house, Jason.", Erik said calmly. He looked at the screen.
On that screen was Darkness. He was just under a tree..taking pictures. Jason's face turned red. He went for the door.
"Wait.", Erik said. "All I have to do is give Rex the word.", Erik added. Jason stopped and turned around. "Why yo ass ain't done it?", Jason asked. Erik eyed him. "I wanted it to come from you.", Erik answered. He then pushed a button. "Take the shot.", Erik said.
The two stared at the computer. A loud bang was heard. The picture cut out, but the voice of Rex Butler, former ZT member rang out. "I got him".
Jason sighed a sigh of relief. He then ran out of the door.
