End of the Line

[Tommy Knox]

///End Of The Line\\\
Chapter XXVIII

"No one would care about his black ass bein' burnt to a crisp."
- Knox -

Saturday 1:01 PM [May 11th, 2013]
Redwood City, California

The infamous pack of motorcycles, belonging to the Nomads, rest in front of an abandoned warehouse. The sky above is blue with a few clouds scattered in the mix. A soft wind blows from the east as silence fills the air. The area is quiet, not a soul to be seen. Then again, when it comes to doing business with the MC, they prefer to do things behind closed doors.

On the other side of the building, a couple of blacked out cars are parked, identical with no one to be found. Something is definitely going down inside. The question is, what? Back on the side with the motorcycles, Knox walks out from a side door as Wallace follows behind him. The two walk toward the motorcycles without looking back.

"So, that's it?" Knox asks?

"Done deal, brother. While the others help load up, we'll stand out here on lookout." Wallace says as he walks to his motorcycle and places his gun on the seat.

Knox pulls out his pack of cigarettes and slides one between his lips. He quickly lights the tip and takes a slow drag as he walks over to his motorcycle, the custom 1968 Shovelhead, and grabs a bottle of water resting on the gas tank. "I wish you would let me help see the deal all the way through." Knox says as he takes a drink from the water bottle.

Wallace laughs quietly before answering. "Your time will come when you earn your full patch. Plus, two people always come outside for lookout. You've done most of the hard work with that green thumb of yours as it is."

"You're right, bro. I just want to play more of an active role with the club. I want the chance to earn that full patch you hang over my head." Knox says as he takes another drag from the cigarette.

"Hang over your head? You came to us, remember. You don't need to be inside of that building to prove to us that you're worthy of wearing our patch. What we handled last week, for our brother serving a bid for us, went a long ways. The guys know what you did. I know what you did. You beat the living hell out of that chump and still managed to get full payment on the first visit." Wallace says as he pulls out one of his cigars and puts it in his mouth.

Knox chuckles as he leans back against his motorcycle. "Hehe, that guy didn't know what to do. I hope it did go a long way with the club, though. I don't know our brother in prison but my loyalty lies with the MC. If he's a member of the MC, regardless of whether or not I have met him, I will try my best to help in any way that I can."

"He knows what you did and he's grateful. The club knows what you did and so are we. It takes time to earn your full patch, just be patient. With a few more runs like today, it will happen in no time. You're bringing a lot of money to the table and putting a lot in everyone's pocket." Wallace says as he takes a puff from his cigar.

"I'm glad. Quick question..." Knox says.

"Yea?" Wallace questions.

Knox looks around for a moment in silence before speaking up. "Dude, is this the only way in?"

"Yes. Old man Carter owns this property and no one but him and us have access to it. There's an electrified fence surrounding the perimeter and this driveway is the only entrance." Wallace answers.

"Ok, cool. I guess you could say that from the entrance at the road, this is the end of the line?" Knox asks.

Wallace thinks to himself for a moment. "I guess you could say that. Why?"

"No reason, just wonderin'. I just want to know what our options are since there's one hundred pounds of high grade smoke inside and this deal is takin' place outside of the laws authority. " Knox says.

Wallace laughs before replying. "What does it matter? No one is coming back here that isn't supposed to. We have a friend inside the law who is looking out for us right now as we speak. There's nothing to worry about. If anyone else comes back here, unannounced, they're not leaving alive."

Knox looks relieved as he takes a drag from his cigarette. "Cool."

Wallace looks over at him with a puzzled look on his face. "What's with the worrying?"

"I just want to make sure everything goes as planned. Niobe just flew in this mornin' and I'm not leavin' her high and dry. If the shit hits the fan, I need to know what I'm up against. If I'm goin' down, then I'm goin' to get one more piece of action with her before I go away. I'm crazy about this broad." Knox says as a smile comes to his face.

"So, she's finally come to town?" Wallace asks.

"Oh yea, flew in this mornin'." Knox answers.

"When are you going to bring her by the clubhouse to meet everyone?" Wallace questions.

Knox takes a drag from his cigarette again before answering. "Well, once we wrap this up we're good with business until church tomorrow night. I don't think you guys will see me until then. I'll be occupied and "in" somethin' if you know what I mean. I haven't seen her since Tuesday, she's been runnin' through my mind all week."

"You can't bring her to church so I'm guessing that it will be Monday?" Wallace says as he takes a puff from his cigar.

"You guessed right my friend! So, lets hurry this deal up so I can get home to my old lady." Knox says as he takes one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it across the parking lot. He then slowly exhales into the air.

Wallace shakes his head back and forth before speaking up. "Just sit tight. Things should be wrapping up shortly. You saw what that car looked like in pieces. They're probably almost done with assembly right now. We should be on our way in just a matter of time.

"Cool. So, did our Houston brothers deliver that other package to Kash?" Knox asks.

"Yea, why?" Wallace says.

"I haven't heard anything from Kash since then. I just want to make sure it made it's way to him. I assumed so, just wanted to be sure. Kash and I go back, way back. I've had my fuck ups along the way. That was just a gesture of good faith to him that those days are behind me. Tommy fuckin' Knox is here to stay. I'm here to put the MC on the map!" Knox says with excitement.

Wallace looks over at him as those last words roll off his tongue. "We're already on the map. We have charters spread throughout the states and a handful internationally. We don't need any more exposure to get us on the map. If anything, we need you to make the club look legit in the eyes of the camera and world watching. We need you to do this and bring some of the heat breathing down our necks to a minimum."

Knox thinks to himself before replying as he takes a drink from his water bottle. "I can do that. The fans and everyone backstage hates me but then again, the world see's me as a wrestler bringin' success to the MC. I'm just ready for a change of scenery in APW."

"Change of scenery?" Wallace questions as he looks over at Knox.

"Exactly. Since I've stepped back on the set I'm been kickin' Natural Born Killaz asses with ease. Only once have they gotten the upper hand on me and that was in a handicap match in their favor. Since then, I've been a thorn in their side and stackin' losses on their record. These guys are a fuckin' joke." Knox says with a grin from ear to ear.

Wallace laughs as he throws in his two cents. "You're right about that. Your old lady even beat Jake."

Knox smiles as he reaches for his pack of cigarettes and pulls out a nicely rolled spliff. He places it behind his ear as he looks over at Wallace. "She sure did! That's why I'm with her. Not only is she beautiful and great in bed, she's smart and can hold her own in and out of the ring. It's not everyday that you find a woman like her and when you do, you best hold on to her."

"You can say that again. I'm sure she would get along well with Molly." Wallace says.

"We'll see when you guys meet her Monday. Look it, let me ask you a question since the Natural Born Squealers just came into this conversation." Knox places the joint between his lips and pulls out his lighter.

"What's up?" Wallace asks as he shakes his head, "no", looking at the joint hanging from Knox's lips. "Not here, not now."

Knox nods as he takes the spliff and places it behind his ear. He then looks at Wallace, dead in the eyes, with seriousness written on his face. "Here lately I have been noticin' NBK sportin' an MC logo called the Natural Born Killaz. Have you ever heard of those guys?"

Wallace thinks for a moment as Knox waits in silence. He then shakes his head no as he looks into Knox's eyes. "Never. If they are an MC, they're nobody. I've never heard of them on the set before. I've never heard any of our sister charters mention them. If they are an MC, they're small time and not recognized on the set."

"That's what I thought ever since I saw the jackleg, Sons of Anarchy, rip-off patch that they sport. Their name isn't even original. These guys are supposed to be a badass MC but stole their name from a gangsta rap song and Woody Harrelson movie that sucked." Knox says as a chuckle shortly follows.

"I wouldn't worry about them and their so called "MC". If they were something to worry about or recognized by any means then we would have heard of them. They're ghosts on the set and will never amount to anything close to what the Nomads have. If they did exist, we would crush them and make their families pay for their mistakes." Wallace takes another drag from his cigar and exhales straight into the air as Knox is left thinking.

Knox nods his head in agreement before replying. "That's what I'm talkin' about. Make them all pay. I'm tried beatin' some sense in their heads but Jake is one stupid mother fucker. Him and his butt buddy can only thank APW management for looking out for their well bein' and best interests. The worst thing management could have done is agree to that inferno stipulation. Insurance rates would soar through the roof and the last thing they want to do is call Leon's daughter and father to let them know of their passin'. Jake on the other hand, who gives a fuck. He's filth, garbage. No one would care about his black ass bein' burnt to a crisp. NBK's time of annoyin' me has come to the end of the line. It's time to settle this once and for all."

"Indeed it is. I'm getting tired of hearing about them week after week." Wallace says.

The two laugh as the side door to the warehouse opens and catches their attention. Four Nomad members walk out into the sunlight, all led by Jared. Wallace then looks over at Knox and nods. Knox then nobs back and places that joint between his lips and pulls out his lighter. He strikes the end and lights the tip as he positions himself on his motorcycle. Wallace climbs on his and looks over at Knox who's looking back with the joint in his mouth and smoke exiting his nostrils.

"Well, looks like it's time to get home to my old lady." Knox says.

"Give her my regards. I'll see you tomorrow night at church, brother." Wallace says as he starts his motorcycle and the roar fills the silent air.

Knox starts his as the rumble brings another smile to his face. He takes a drag from the spliff and then drives away from the pack and down the driveway as the scene slowly fades to black.

AMERICAN HIGHLIFE
May 18th, 2013 [•REC]

"Here we are again. Another pay per view with APW and I have to waste my time beatin' these NBK bitches into the ground again. I guess Rasslemania wasn't enough for you guys when I robbed your dreams of bein' tag team champions out from under you. Notice how I said I robbed. Gooch didn't do shit, he was just a filler in a corner that only needed me when it comes to showin' you little turds who the better man in the ring is. You can call it what you want, that's just how it was, how it still is. His time to get back at me will come soon enough. Meltdown is gettin' a little stale when you have to beat the same losers week after week after week. I need some new scenery and new, better competition to fill my void in life."

"Sorry gents, you two just bore me. It was fun for a while but this broken record of me standin' above you two victorious has gotten old. I'm not goin' to get anywhere in APW, in my career, by goin' toe to toe with you guys and ALWAYS walkin' out of that ring with another win under my belt. The only claim to fame you two have against me was in a handicap match that you almost let slip through those asshole smellin' fingers of yours. So lets just get this match over with and move on. I have a brighter future ahead of me. You two, you guys can just continue bein' card fillers and the backstage joke of the tag team division of APW. Everyone looks at you two as a joke, nothin' more but some see you as less. Foul Play see's you as punchin' bags to warm up for bigger fish in the talent pool. They can get their cut after I'm finished with mine Sunday night at Mayhem. Whatever is left, I'm sure they'll rip to shreds and shit all over any emotions you guys have for this sport."

"So, lets start with the quiet one, the one who knows not to open his mouth and talk shit when he has no chance in backin' those bitch made words up with hands. I'm talkin' to you, Leon, like it or not. You've been quiet for the most part durin' this whole war we've had between us. I don't blame you. Why talk shit when you know damn well you don't have a chance in winnin'? Jake dug this hole for you, not me. You're just goin' to have to step up and fight for your life. Whatever the result, no matter how big or small the loss, you have Jake to blame for your fall. Me beatin' you, well, that's inevitable. You and I both know that. We could have just walked our separate ways after your loss at Rasslemania but Jake had to beg for more. He's just like a fuckin' child who knows they're about to get in trouble for doin' something but does it anyway, regardless of how serious their punishment is. You carry NBK on your shoulders, now it's time to have all that weight crush you by the hands, big mouth, of your partner."

"Who are you to question what I call myself? Knoxville died a few weeks back when Gooch fell short of holdin' up his end of the deal. He died when the fans turned their backs to him after nothin' but tryin' to please them for his entire career. I am who I am and nothin' more. Tommy Knox will be a name that rings fear into your heart for many years to come, until your old and lyin' on your deathbed. Don't even get me started on what you and whoever rides with you call themselves. You mean to tell me that Natural Born Killaz is an MC, a brotherhood? Get the fuck out of here! You guys have never even been heard of. I've watched Sons of Anarchy and I can make lame, fake MC logos after theirs. You guys are posers, fake, phonies. I don't have that problem. I could care less what people think about me. I could care less about bein' cool. I don't need to live a pretend life to portray me as a badass. I roll with a real MC that is notoriously known. Although I may not be an official member, I'm just a prospect at the moment. I don't need to lie and create an imaginary MC in my mind just to feel good about myself or change peoples perspectives of me. You on the other hand, you need to hide behind those lies to escape the reality that you're nothin' more than a little bitch. Wake the fuck up! You're nothin', NBK is nothing and just because you call yourself an MC doesn't mean shit to people who live and breathe life into the set."

"Now, lets move on to the man who brought this whole mess to your doorstep to begin with. Jake, an inferno match, really? Do you seriously think a little fire is goin' to stop me while I have someone beggin' for their life in my hands? You're lucky that match never got booked. Your boy, Leon, seems to think I had a part in the matter but you know me better than that. I don't conform to or respect what management says. You know damn well that I would never go to management for anything. The only time that they will hear from me, personally, is when I have to hunt them down to get my mother fuckin ' money for kickin' your black ass! I don't see that bein' a problem though, they've always paid me on time. It's not like I do this for the money anyway. I have steady income on the side and all that I could ask for. I do this for the rush and thrill and beatin' men within inches of their lives. I do this for the satisfaction that I get when I punk down little bitches like you and show you all just who the baddest man in that ring is. "

"APW obviously feared for your safety and felt it was in your best interest to not book the inferno match and throw you in something that is less detrimental. Little did they know that it doesn't matter what type of match that they throw us in together, I'm still goin' to beat you senseless and leave you drownin' in a pool of your own blood. You wanted another shot at me, well here it is! You couldn't handle me by yourself. You couldn't handle Niobe by yourself. What in the fuck makes you think that you can handle both of us with that pretty boy bitch, Leon, in your corner? After I'm finished with you two, I'll leave Demonica to tend to your wounds with flavored kisses of every APW megastars semen in her mouth. Good luck with that. After she's finished, maybe you'll let us all know what everyone else's dick tastes like?"

"I don't know what possessed that little brain of yours to challenge me to another match, let alone an inferno match that you have been rescued from. Your chances of EVER holdin' the APW tag team championships died at Rasslemania. I don't even want the gold straps but you sure as fuck don't deserve a shot at them unless you can beat me. We all know that's not goin' to happen. Some people are just wired for this shit. Some people just aren't. I was made to kick ass in that ring and that's exactly what I'm goin' to do Sunday night. There's nothin' that you, Leon or that little whore you roll with can do about it. And please, round up the so called "MC" known as NBK and let them come to Southern Cali and get a piece of a real MC. Hell, we're spread out over the whole country and in others, any one charter would rip your guys apart and eat you alive. At the end of the day you won't amount to anything but shit after they've digested you. Don't hate me for tellin' you two how it is. You've got to be blind not to see it for yourself. You two could have had the night off if Jake never opened his mouth. That's what happens when your let your mouth write checks that your ass can't cash. It's time to collect mother fuckers. It's time to get what's mine and send you two packin'. NBK has come to the end of the line and there's no turnin' back."