Post by Tia Harribel on May 7, 2011 16:54:32 GMT -4
Derek Wellings is laying ontop of his dog house. His wife, Michelle, is standing next to him, pouring water on him to wake him up. He slowly wakes up and stares at her chest, then at her face.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Well Derek, are we done partying?
*** Derek Wellings ***
I don't know... are we still married?
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Yes we are.
Derek rolls off the dog house, and falls onto a steel keg. He tastes his mouth and looks around to see that roughly 300 beer cans, 30 steel kegs, and other assorted trash lays around not only their house, but the entire neighborhood as well. He jumps down and a cat screeches as he runs away from him, hissing.
He looks around to survey the area. He notices that his kitchen is completely burnt out, the Michigan State Police have their weapons pointed and aimed at him, including three police snipers. Several bikers are dead or atleast in comas on the ground. The grass, and trees around the area has been burnt and salted with salt from the Dead Sea. His wife, is obviously furious at him from the blood veins ready to burst on her neck and head. His neighbors also have guns aimed at him. He begins laughing, and notices that there is also a flipped over AAVC-7 amphibious command vehicle and a Dragoon 300.
*** Derek Wellings ***
We...
*** Neighborhood ***
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE DEREK!
*** Derek Wellings ***
Well that's a unique response. Cannot blame a US Ranger for partying when Osama Bin Laden was killed. Just wish these old service injuries didn't add up too much to prevent me from staying in... and making Comman Sergeant Major would have been nice too. I'm going to miss that $25,000,000 USD bounty for him. I wonder how long I was partying...
***Michelle Wellings ***
[/color]*** Michelle Wellings ***
Well Derek, are we done partying?
*** Derek Wellings ***
I don't know... are we still married?
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Yes we are.
Derek rolls off the dog house, and falls onto a steel keg. He tastes his mouth and looks around to see that roughly 300 beer cans, 30 steel kegs, and other assorted trash lays around not only their house, but the entire neighborhood as well. He jumps down and a cat screeches as he runs away from him, hissing.
He looks around to survey the area. He notices that his kitchen is completely burnt out, the Michigan State Police have their weapons pointed and aimed at him, including three police snipers. Several bikers are dead or atleast in comas on the ground. The grass, and trees around the area has been burnt and salted with salt from the Dead Sea. His wife, is obviously furious at him from the blood veins ready to burst on her neck and head. His neighbors also have guns aimed at him. He begins laughing, and notices that there is also a flipped over AAVC-7 amphibious command vehicle and a Dragoon 300.
*** Derek Wellings ***
We...
*** Neighborhood ***
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE DEREK!
*** Derek Wellings ***
Well that's a unique response. Cannot blame a US Ranger for partying when Osama Bin Laden was killed. Just wish these old service injuries didn't add up too much to prevent me from staying in... and making Comman Sergeant Major would have been nice too. I'm going to miss that $25,000,000 USD bounty for him. I wonder how long I was partying...
***Michelle Wellings ***
Derek, you don't seem to understand. We're getting kicked OUT[/u] of not only the city, but the state of Michigan as well. You, amazingly enough, managed to get us kicked out of ANOTHER state.[/color]
*** Derek Wellings ***
Yeah... damn I'm good. I guess we can pack up...
*** Michigan State Trooper ***
Your wife already packed what was left of your belongings. Don't hesistate because we've been given authority to shoot you. Just get in the truck that you didn't flip over or total, and get ouf of Michigan.[/color]
The police all lock their weapons, and shot at Derek. He turns his head, to slightly avoid the bullet. He looks to see the snipers reloading, and a beat of sweat runs down the side of his head. He remains calm, puts on his pants and looks to see his wife already at the truck with their shaven mini-doxy.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Okay, I can see you're serious. But allow me to do say one thing. I may have been gone from the world for the past several months, but I've paid good attention to things at APW. Sally was seen as the joke she is, she's not the first woman to represent a company, and she won't be the last. Fact is, while Level-One has been done to DEATH and beyond, he has a type of monoply on that title.
I'm back at APW, I'm moving out of Detroit, my guess is to make way for more Section 8 or truly make the homes: abandoned, abandoned, abandoned, crack house, abandoned, abandoned, abandoned, squatters, abandoned, abandoned, abandoned, whore house, repeat. Luckily for me, my first victim on my return is Tyler Vaughn. Don't know much about him, just know that he feels screwed by opponents who slack. While I am KING SLACKER I'm not slacking at Asylum. I want Asylum gold, and I want to prove it by taking on Tyler Vaughn and beating him in the ring. He wasn't booked at the last show, so hopefully he brings some fire this time.
He better be prepared to drop lower than the US Dollar right now, because I see myself going above him and the price of gas. Things happen, but you gotta get over that so I'm giving that Level One due notice, fuck him. I'm not forgiving him, when I get rid of this ring rust, and get my priorities straight, i'm going for him. But I am putting Rico Casteel on notice, I want that Suicidal Title. Take notice, because it might have taken a little bit of time, but we ALWAYS get out man. Ask Bin Laden and Hussein. For now, this week. I AM an American Soldier, always was, always WILL BE and I am STILL well trained in my warrior tasks and drills. Tyler Vaughn won't have to worry about his lesbian girlfriend and her girlfriend. Bring the fire and flames, because I'll be eating extra salty crow.
Derek walks past all the cops and neighbors, gets into the drivers side of his truck, flips them off and drives away with his wife and whats left of his property, as his house breaks down from the fire damage.[/center]
