Post by Dean Judas on Jun 25, 2016 22:05:50 GMT -5
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RAWDOG Judas:
Shots Fired
Shots Fired
Entering the frame with a legal dictionary in hand and an elephant bud pipe in the other…it was all I had. I’m not like ol’ man Bentley with a fucking grandpa pipe. My smoking jacket was pretty legit; I picked it up at the thrift shop. The purple velvet smoking jacket had a nice shine to it that went well with the black leather lapels. What a weird fucking combo, it definitely worked.
“Well hello there…fancy seeing you here.”
Taking a seat in my recliner I crossed one leg over the other and proceeded to open the dictionary. Fanning through the pages of the dictionary I ran my finger along the page searching.
“Ah, here it is. Insider trading. As defined, insider trading is the trading of a company’s stocks or other securities by individuals with access to confidential or non-public information about the company. Taking advantage of this privileged access is considered a breach of the individual’s fiduciary duty.”
Looking up from the book I pretended to take a hit from the pipe and I appeared to be caught in a deep thought.
“That sounds about right. Yes. Dirk Bentley I hereby accuse you of the illegal practice of using one's own advantage through having access to confidential information. You know what you’ve done and you know what you’re trying to do. However, you’ve run into a much larger intellectual giant. Fee-fi-fo-fum you cunt, I smell the blood of a cowboy runt. Be he alive or be he dead. I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.”
Clinching my fists together, making a grinding motion with both fists, raising my lip up and then slamming the book shut. Tossing it aside I flung off the fake glasses I was wearing and removed the dumb looking smoking jacket to reveal my Manson lat tank. Good ol’ Charlie.
“Now I could piss and moan like most and make a big fucking deal about it, I could do some sneaky shit behind the scenes and attempt to play little mind games…I much prefer the in your face, here I fucking am approach. I also think bigger picture. I’m always ten steps ahead. Probably like one hundred steps ahead of you Dirkless. You think that some little bullshit is going to make me lose sleep at night? No. Before you jump the gun and say some shit like, you’re doing a promo about it aintcha? I feel it necessary to not allow you to flap your pussy lips as much as you have been. I’m not the type to let shit go, I don’t just go with the flow brah…peace and harmony, all that tree hugging bullshit.”
Clearing my throat I sat the pipe down on an empty moving box that I used for a coffee table.
“You run your fucking mouth way too much for me to just sit by and not do something. So here is me doing something…”
Leaning forward with my elbows resting atop my thighs I looked to the left and then the right and back to the dead center of the camera.
“You’ll lose to Gavin and I’m certain of it. After seeing that piece of shit promo of yours, there’s easily a lack of confidence on your part and you’re transparent as fuck, pea brain. I saw right through you. I even saw through the BOLDNESS of it all.”
Tossing Dierks a wink I was brought to my thoughts of how his mother should’ve aborted him long before giving birth to him behind the barn. That gave me a grin.
“I got sidetracked, it happens to the best of us. I like to rant. Get fucking use to it. After Gavin Garbage beats you, we can have another match and I’ll fucking hammer you. After that, we can have ANOTHER match and I’ll HAMMER YOU YET AGAIN! THEN ANOTHER AND ANOTHER! RINSE AND FUCKING REPEAT! It’s too easy to beat you and I can sit here and tell you with absolute certainty that I would NEVER lose to you.”
Pointing to the camera I was calling the cowboy out. He could bring his ten-gallon hat and his generic blonde valet named Summer nonetheless. Generic blonde valet is how she would be credited in my motion picture. Worthless.
“We will FIGHT again and I will PUNISH you yet again. Dean Judas is and always will be greater than Dirkless Bentley. I bet those hamburger meat chest hairs are standing up right now, you feel the fear running through your veins? Vengeance cometh. When it does, all shall perish. You will BURN for your obstreperous tongue. Gavin Grimes will FALL from his little high chair he likes to call a throne. I doubt I will subject myself to the shit show of a match you two will be having, but I do care who wins. Whoever wins between you two; I’m coming for you first. Count yourself lucky that you don’t stand a chance Dirk. That’s no complement to Queen Garbage herself. Dirk is a FUCKING LAYUP. If Gavin blows this it’ll blow my mind and he’ll blow Devlin for some protection. Honestly Devlin is sitting atop the pyramid. Not for the most obvious reason of course. Garbage is blowing Devlin and Devlin is moving in on Garbage’s fiancé. Money, power and respect.”
Raising my hands a bit I half shrugged my shoulders, I mean I guess Garbage did look enough like a bitch. I knew plenty of dudes in jail that were gay for the stay. Me, I don’t understand it. To each his own I guess.
“Things have a way of working themselves out. What’s meant to be is what’s meant to be. I’m meant to take every motherfucker down in this place. I won’t rest until I’ve WRECKED each and every single person that’s signed an NGW contract. I’m just going to do it from the TOP looking down on all of you, the way it should be. Someone of my superiority belongs at the TOP and I won’t stop until it is such.”
Popping a smoke out of my black jeans pocket I flipped it into my mouth like a smooth motherfucker and lit that shit with the snap of my fingers. Taking a quick hit I exhaled. I was gaining steam and running out of time.
“Poke and prod the bear and I’ll fuckin drop 81 on you like Kobe.”
Tossing my arms up I did a shooting motion like I was draining a jumper. That turnaround was just too smooth.
“I could do this fucking shit all day. I can go on and on and on and every single word that pours from my mouth will just lessen whomever I’m thrown against. Put someone against me and their entire existence becomes a giant FUCKING question mark. Some say, Judas just likes to swear he’s a foul mouthed brute. Absolutely. I’m proud of that shit. I don’t bite my fucking tongue for anyone. I’ve had to do that. I’ve been FORCED to bite my tongue. Medication…”
“Not anymore. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. My mouth and my wit are just as brutal as these two fists. My verbal assault breaks you mentally and the physical assault breaks your bones. Just like when I shattered a different Gavin’s orbital bones. Gavin Saint’s face looked like fucking hamburger meat after I finished mauling it, just before Damien Drake dropped a fridge on him.”
“My opponent at City of Sin doesn’t wanna be here, that’s very clear. From threats of getting her lawyer to get her out of this, to whining about the company being fixed. You idiot. The company isn’t fixed. Sure there are always going to be the fucking brown nosers that get a little favorable push in the right direction. That doesn’t mean and has NEVER meant shit, honestly.”
“See I learned early, early on. It’s not what other’s can do for you but what you can do for yourself. Take that twofold. Use people to get where you need to get to better your own situation. Fuck it. Life is life and within the blink of an eye we’re done, just simply worm food. I won’t take any prisoners during my time on this planet. When that last pile of dirt is tossed on my casket I’ll be gone and I’ll have had ZERO regrets. I will have accomplished all that I needed to and I will be FOREVER eternal through my brutality. I am LEGEND.”
“I owe that bullshit to Dillinger. Stupid fruitcake. He was always a smart fucking twat. His drug habit was otherworldly but the guy would come up with some crazy shit when he was buried in a mountain of Columbia’s finest.“
Getting up out of my seat I made my way to the balcony, I slid the sliding glass door open and stepped outside to enjoy some of LA’s finest smog. Taking it in for a moment I could hear cars honking and people yelling, it was a peaceful soundtrack to my ears.
Leaning over the railing I took another deep breath slowly exhaling before turning to my right to look into the camera.
“I’m all for earning one’s stripes. I feel it necessary that you cut your teeth and work your way up the ladder in this business. Strange, I know. I don’t feel as though the ones that just get catapulted into some false idol, demigod role should be touted as KINGS and QUEENS. There are no kings and queens in this industry. There are only heroes and legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.”
Growing up, that quote from the movie always stuck out to me. Heroes fall into the annals of history, which is divisible from the realm of Myth. Throughout time it becomes embellished which feeds it more power and discussion thus creating a LEGEND. Yeah, I’m educating you cunts.
“Shelley Silent, you’ve become a mute and I have the deepest darkest hankering to obliterate you even more so. So strange isn’t it? On one hand, someone talks too much shit about me and I get the urge to cut them down and tear out their still beating heart…yet someone like you stays silent and allows the fear to be evident and I still feel like tearing your limbs off and beating the fuck out of you with them.”
Shrugging I proceeded to puff away on my cigarette, I was lacking on my daily toxins.
“She wanted someone that would break her apart and destroy her spirit. Well I’m your SAVIOR…”
“Your fourteen day, zero defense title reign was laughable. Your whining about success at a one place versus the other is pathetic. Your entire persona is completely and utterly one giant FAILURE.”
“There’s one thing I’d like from you this week Shelley. I’d like for you to respond to all my criticisms of you and answer each and every one of them. I’ll then hit the ball back over into your court. Except, I’ll be spiking that shit straight into the ground. It’ll be embedded in the Earth with NO chance for a return. Do you comprehend the metaphor here? No matter what you say or what you do I will always be at the forefront, leading the pack, setting the tone and knocking every rebuttal right out of the park like the fucking Great Bambino.”
Taking a deep breath after the long speech I flung my cigarette out over the balcony. Continuing to glance out at the city lights, I thought to myself…this cunt was about to get pulverized. Then again, I’m pretty sure that she’s aware of the destruction that’ll ensue come City of Sin.
“Obviously people have been playing patty cake with you in the ring. I’m sure you want to see what I’m made of in a rousing game of freeze tag, or perhaps a test of luck with the dice-shooting extravaganza known as Monopoly. Sure I’d beat you at both of those games. I do feel as thought I need to keep harping on the fact that this is not a GAME. Your delusions will lead to your paralysis.”
While childish thoughts probably ran through the mentally handicapped Shelley Silent, I felt my blood being to boil. Stupidity was all it took. Anytime I’ve ever had to deal with people that are just THAT FUCKING STUPID…it hurts my brain and that never made me happy. Rubbing my temples with my index finger and thumb I let out a sigh. One final release was all I needed.
“When the smoke clears, and the damage is done. I’ll be the only one left standing. I see someone without a shred of hope, at their breaking point, at the end of the rope. I’ll tie the noose and help wrap it around their neck. I’ll even set the chair up. I’ll gladly kick the chair out from under them and watch them squirm to death to make sure the job is done. If that’s what you want from me I would be obliged. It would be an honor to help rid the world of someone with your low level IQ, you fucking dreg. We can get together Friday or Saturday next week. I’m available. All of this can be over with. You can stop worrying about why you can’t seem to become successful and why you just can’t seem to get any form of respect. Stop troubling your miniscule brain with all of these thoughts. Put an END to your misery and go out like the victim you paint yourself out to be…do it before I make you MY victim.”
“Either you do things on your own terms and save a single shred of dignity or you walk into the ring and the CARNAGE shall commence. Oh the blood, oh the blood…”
“OH THE MASSACRE!”
Yelling loudly I pushed the camera out of my face and went back to gazing out onto MY city. This was MY hometown; it didn’t belong to all these other fucking transplants. To live and die in L.A., it’s the place to be.