Post by Jericho Salazar on Sept 4, 2016 13:29:00 GMT -6
Jericho saunters down the dingy back alley where the Blades Edge Bar is located. The cement covered in used needles, trash and cigarette butts is illuminated by the flickering light above its door. As Jericho slides through the alley, he stops as he notices two men dragging a bloodied man, moaning as his legs scrape against the floor. The men laugh as they pull him to the dumpster and open the lid, the men speak to each other in Japanese before dumping him in. Jericho stamps out his cigarette, hoping they do not notice him, after all being a witness is the easiest way to end up dead. One of the men pulls a gun out of his jacket pocket while the other closes the lid, hops up on the it and pulls out a cigarette. The two men laugh and continue their conversation. They seem to be taunting the man in the dumpster. The man with the gun starts the sadistically count in Japanese until finally he shoots twice into the dumpster. The men cup their ears and lean in. Blood leaks from the fresh bullet holes so the men shrug and walk back towards the bar.
Jericho waits in the darkness until he hears the door to the bar shut, then he pulls another smoke out. He continues his stroll until he gets to the dumpster the man was dumped into. He crouches to see the fresh blood as it steadily drips out through the fresh holes.
Jericho: Shouldn’t have fucked with N buddy.
He stands and keeps walking to the bar where he is greeted by the bouncer who is sat on a bar stool just staring off into space.
Jericho: Yo.
Bouncer: Hello Mr. Jericho, May Heaven smile
Jericho: And Hell have mercy.
The door opens to a sight of the bar being packed more than usual. Every pachinko machine is being used and the air is filled with clinking, winning sirens, and the occasional Japanese swear. Jericho forces his way through the people so he can get to the bar and have his free drinks. The haze of tobacco smoke is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Finally, after moving around crowds and pushing some out of his way he finally reaches his same seat that he is always goes to only this time he is surrounded by patrons.
Jericho: N get me a fucking drink man, I’m tired.
Mr. N: Me? Oh I’m so glad you asked. I am doing great right now, not busy at all.
Jericho: Hello N how are you, seems busy, that’s good for business, GET ME A FUCKING DRINK.
Mr. N pulls a bottle off the shelf and places a glass next to it in front of Jericho. Jericho pours his glass almost completely full and begins chugging the fire water until the glass is empty. The Liquor pulls at his throat as he swallows and feels like lead in his belly.
Jericho: N, man, I’m getting fucking tired. Tired of all this shit, tired of my whole life being one swift kick to the nuts after another. Fucking look who I’m going against this week! God damn fucking son of the Allfaggot, son of the great Poonhammer Thor Balfore. I mean have you seen this fucker? Dude is like a brick shit house wall! But you know what? This is just my fucking luck man ever since I was a kid N, ever since I was young the world has never held back and made me its fucking whipping boy!
Mr. N is clearly pre occupied making drinks and keeping an eye on the place. Jericho takes another drink and pulls out a cigarette to smoke.
Mr. N: ugh huh what do you mean Jericho?
Jericho: What I mean is that I don’t want to be here! I don’t want to do this! What I want is my life back! And this is the only way to get it back. The only way to go back to what I had is to go here and get my asshole caved in week after week. And I mean everyone has said it, that I am just some nine to fiver who doesn’t belong here if all I am after is the money. But that’s just it man, I don’t belong with these fucking animals in here man.
Mr. N: Well, Uh, where do you belong, why not go somewhere that will make you happy?
Jericho: BECAUSE…. Because I was already happy. I had everything I wanted man, everything. I was married to the most beautiful woman you ever seen man. That chick, fucking, that chick she wasn’t just a chick, she was a work of art! Everything about her, man, she had it all. Her hair was so black that in the right light it almost had like a green tint. Her skin was flawless man just that perfect dark tan like she was fresh off a topless beach in Spain. Man Her eyes were fucking this bright green, N. Like unnaturally green, but just like the rest of her, she was perfect. And you know how she got with a piece of shit like me?
Mr. N: No but I’m sure you will tell me.
Jericho takes another swig out of the burning bottle of booze.
Jericho: Graaah! I saved her life N. It was the only good deed I’ve ever done man. I was twenty years old and homeless, but I knew some dealers in Oakland. So my job was to sell whatever they needed to be sold and every day I would show up at the guy’s house, knock three times and bam, glob of black tar heroin falls through the mail slot. I would go out into the streets and do my best to peddle it. Once I did, I’d take my cut, and give him the rest of the money.
Now this goes on for a good while until one day I go there and knock but there are no drugs, the door opens. Now this is the first time this happened so I walked in and I see the dude I been working for standing over this chick with a gun in his hand. She was scared, man, real scared. He is screaming bloody murder about how he owned her or something and man I just lost it. I grabbed a bat that fucker had laying around and got close. I fucking reeled back and pow right across the back of the head. Dude drops down and I keep swinging. I keep swinging until the only thing left of that dude’s head is what looks like marinara sauce spilled all over the floor.
Mr. N: Wait why are you telling me you killed someone?
Jericho: N, dawg, this is you. You aint a snitch. Any way I pull her up to her feet and tell her and tell her to get dressed. While she does that I rig homeboy’s meth lab to blow. And then there we are N, her and I just stand there watching this fuckers house burn. I couldn’t tell you what it was man but I just needed this girl in my life, N. It felt like the first time I had ever been happy up to that point man. She looked at me N and it felt like she saw something I didn’t even know was there. and you know what she said to me?
Rose: meu nome é Rosa
Mr. N: So she looked at you and said her name was Rosa? That’s it?
Jericho: Yah man! But here is the thing man her and I we make a life together! I guess when she went to get dressed she raided the dudes stash and got a duffle bag filled with $100,000. I mean that was it! All those night I spent on the streets, all those days I went hungry, all finally paid off because we used that money to get us a nice shitty condo and I lived there with this girl. So we go about our business boring everyday lives, she got a job in an office building and me I started working at the factory. I mean we had the dream, N, we had a beautiful baby girl, we had a home, N, I was happy.
Then 1he Wav3 happens N, the worlds way of once again kicking me in the nuts, I was at work when everything went down. I was under a bus at the time but even though I had my ear plugs in I could still hear the riot going on. I slid out from under that bus to see a Molotov get thrown in the factory and that orange glow of the fire spread onto the floor, shelves and people who were unfortunate enough to be caught by it. Man I fucking sprinted out of their and ran home. I stopped only once to beat the fuck out of someone who tried to attack me. Man you have seen that chaos, Oakland is known for its rioting but that was something different, it felt like the goddamn end of the world, houses on fire, people on fire, people looting and killing each other like they were just fucking savages. Finally, I make it home and it’s still there, the fires haven’t touched it yet. Just as I enter the compound these three fucking pigs jump me, man they do a fucking number on me and knock me out. Those fucker man they were part of it, part of 1he Wav3. They all had on #Beachkrew shit and one guy, that one fucker who got the first hit on me, he had a fucking Odin Balfore shirt. I will never forget those three fucks.
When I finally came too I saw the three of them leaving all high fiving each other and bragging. All I could do was drag my broken body to the door and the second I open that door I see her N. My whole life broken on the floor in ripped bloodied clothes. Her once tan skin now bruised and pale. I could see the… the bruises around her neck. I held her body N. You want to know the fucking worst part of this was? She wasn’t dead, she didn’t die till I held her. I heard and felt her last breath.
Jericho stops to take a massive gulp straight from the bottle. He drags his cigarette, and wipes the tears welling up in his eyes. Mr. N places his hand on Jericho’s shoulder to console him.
Jericho: I found my daughter in the back yard N. It looked like she tried to escape but they caught her. She was bleeding from the back of her head. But N, she was alive. I picked her up and ran. I ran all the way to the hospital with her. That place was just as much a mad house inside as it was outside. But I got her into a room. Doctors stabilized her and kept her alive. She is alive, but not awake. She hasn’t woken up since I took her there.
Jericho once again wipes the tears from his eyes while Mr. N takes the fire water and puts on his shelf. He then pulls down a bottle Hendricks gin and pours him a glass.
Mr. N: Drinks on me tonight Mr. Jericho.
Jericho slams back the actually good gin that doesn’t grab your throat and tug on it when you swallow it.
Jericho: See here is something I noticed, N. Before I never knew who to blame for all the bullshit that happened to me, but now I have an entire group of people to blame. Wrestlers, all of them, if it wasn’t for them I would still be happy, my wife would be alive, and my kid awake. I hate these cunts N. Especially this fat fuck, mightier than though, cunt. You know what I really gets me is that he is proud to be a wrestler. Proud to be the product of a waste of space. And on top of all this he thinks himself a good guy. Well I’ll tell you this much man this guy is a second generation piece of walking, talking garbage. And once I get a hold of him in that ring I am going to make him feel everything that I ever had to go through since 1he Wav3. And if he truly is the good guy the says he is where was he when the world went to shit? He was training to he could make big papa Allfaggot happy. He is just another smug cunt who just so happens to believe, “oh I have this pedigree as a wrestler so I am special.” Well he isn’t he is just like everyone else here because his pedigree… his pedigree only furthers the fact that he is a plague, a piece of shit birthed from a piece of shit.
He is a four-hundred-pound brick shit house daddies boy that is going to get broken down. Broken down by the undeserving, foul mouthed cunt that is me. Because this partly his father’s fault and guess what, the sins of the father are passed to his suns. I am going to destroy this family line of wrestlers; the legacy is going to end when I step into that ring. When I am done with him he is going to be standing at the gates of Valhalla where he is going to be denied entry. I am going to drop Goliath off the face of the earth. I am the true unrelenting force at this malignant tumor called UCI. I have suffered for far, far too long and now it’s time for them to join me. I am going to show all of them that it is not ok to be a wrestler. And this all starts with that cunt Thor. He is going to be my stepping stone to showing the world that these people are just cancers on society. This is payback for Rosa, I am going to end this man’s career, his family legacy, and his family honor.
Jericho grabs the bottle and begins to chug it. He slams it back down onto the bar counter.
Jericho: They will be lucky if I don’t kill everyone in that building.
Jericho waits in the darkness until he hears the door to the bar shut, then he pulls another smoke out. He continues his stroll until he gets to the dumpster the man was dumped into. He crouches to see the fresh blood as it steadily drips out through the fresh holes.
Jericho: Shouldn’t have fucked with N buddy.
He stands and keeps walking to the bar where he is greeted by the bouncer who is sat on a bar stool just staring off into space.
Jericho: Yo.
Bouncer: Hello Mr. Jericho, May Heaven smile
Jericho: And Hell have mercy.
The door opens to a sight of the bar being packed more than usual. Every pachinko machine is being used and the air is filled with clinking, winning sirens, and the occasional Japanese swear. Jericho forces his way through the people so he can get to the bar and have his free drinks. The haze of tobacco smoke is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Finally, after moving around crowds and pushing some out of his way he finally reaches his same seat that he is always goes to only this time he is surrounded by patrons.
Jericho: N get me a fucking drink man, I’m tired.
Mr. N: Me? Oh I’m so glad you asked. I am doing great right now, not busy at all.
Jericho: Hello N how are you, seems busy, that’s good for business, GET ME A FUCKING DRINK.
Mr. N pulls a bottle off the shelf and places a glass next to it in front of Jericho. Jericho pours his glass almost completely full and begins chugging the fire water until the glass is empty. The Liquor pulls at his throat as he swallows and feels like lead in his belly.
Jericho: N, man, I’m getting fucking tired. Tired of all this shit, tired of my whole life being one swift kick to the nuts after another. Fucking look who I’m going against this week! God damn fucking son of the Allfaggot, son of the great Poonhammer Thor Balfore. I mean have you seen this fucker? Dude is like a brick shit house wall! But you know what? This is just my fucking luck man ever since I was a kid N, ever since I was young the world has never held back and made me its fucking whipping boy!
Mr. N is clearly pre occupied making drinks and keeping an eye on the place. Jericho takes another drink and pulls out a cigarette to smoke.
Mr. N: ugh huh what do you mean Jericho?
Jericho: What I mean is that I don’t want to be here! I don’t want to do this! What I want is my life back! And this is the only way to get it back. The only way to go back to what I had is to go here and get my asshole caved in week after week. And I mean everyone has said it, that I am just some nine to fiver who doesn’t belong here if all I am after is the money. But that’s just it man, I don’t belong with these fucking animals in here man.
Mr. N: Well, Uh, where do you belong, why not go somewhere that will make you happy?
Jericho: BECAUSE…. Because I was already happy. I had everything I wanted man, everything. I was married to the most beautiful woman you ever seen man. That chick, fucking, that chick she wasn’t just a chick, she was a work of art! Everything about her, man, she had it all. Her hair was so black that in the right light it almost had like a green tint. Her skin was flawless man just that perfect dark tan like she was fresh off a topless beach in Spain. Man Her eyes were fucking this bright green, N. Like unnaturally green, but just like the rest of her, she was perfect. And you know how she got with a piece of shit like me?
Mr. N: No but I’m sure you will tell me.
Jericho takes another swig out of the burning bottle of booze.
Jericho: Graaah! I saved her life N. It was the only good deed I’ve ever done man. I was twenty years old and homeless, but I knew some dealers in Oakland. So my job was to sell whatever they needed to be sold and every day I would show up at the guy’s house, knock three times and bam, glob of black tar heroin falls through the mail slot. I would go out into the streets and do my best to peddle it. Once I did, I’d take my cut, and give him the rest of the money.
Now this goes on for a good while until one day I go there and knock but there are no drugs, the door opens. Now this is the first time this happened so I walked in and I see the dude I been working for standing over this chick with a gun in his hand. She was scared, man, real scared. He is screaming bloody murder about how he owned her or something and man I just lost it. I grabbed a bat that fucker had laying around and got close. I fucking reeled back and pow right across the back of the head. Dude drops down and I keep swinging. I keep swinging until the only thing left of that dude’s head is what looks like marinara sauce spilled all over the floor.
Mr. N: Wait why are you telling me you killed someone?
Jericho: N, dawg, this is you. You aint a snitch. Any way I pull her up to her feet and tell her and tell her to get dressed. While she does that I rig homeboy’s meth lab to blow. And then there we are N, her and I just stand there watching this fuckers house burn. I couldn’t tell you what it was man but I just needed this girl in my life, N. It felt like the first time I had ever been happy up to that point man. She looked at me N and it felt like she saw something I didn’t even know was there. and you know what she said to me?
Rose: meu nome é Rosa
Mr. N: So she looked at you and said her name was Rosa? That’s it?
Jericho: Yah man! But here is the thing man her and I we make a life together! I guess when she went to get dressed she raided the dudes stash and got a duffle bag filled with $100,000. I mean that was it! All those night I spent on the streets, all those days I went hungry, all finally paid off because we used that money to get us a nice shitty condo and I lived there with this girl. So we go about our business boring everyday lives, she got a job in an office building and me I started working at the factory. I mean we had the dream, N, we had a beautiful baby girl, we had a home, N, I was happy.
Then 1he Wav3 happens N, the worlds way of once again kicking me in the nuts, I was at work when everything went down. I was under a bus at the time but even though I had my ear plugs in I could still hear the riot going on. I slid out from under that bus to see a Molotov get thrown in the factory and that orange glow of the fire spread onto the floor, shelves and people who were unfortunate enough to be caught by it. Man I fucking sprinted out of their and ran home. I stopped only once to beat the fuck out of someone who tried to attack me. Man you have seen that chaos, Oakland is known for its rioting but that was something different, it felt like the goddamn end of the world, houses on fire, people on fire, people looting and killing each other like they were just fucking savages. Finally, I make it home and it’s still there, the fires haven’t touched it yet. Just as I enter the compound these three fucking pigs jump me, man they do a fucking number on me and knock me out. Those fucker man they were part of it, part of 1he Wav3. They all had on #Beachkrew shit and one guy, that one fucker who got the first hit on me, he had a fucking Odin Balfore shirt. I will never forget those three fucks.
When I finally came too I saw the three of them leaving all high fiving each other and bragging. All I could do was drag my broken body to the door and the second I open that door I see her N. My whole life broken on the floor in ripped bloodied clothes. Her once tan skin now bruised and pale. I could see the… the bruises around her neck. I held her body N. You want to know the fucking worst part of this was? She wasn’t dead, she didn’t die till I held her. I heard and felt her last breath.
Jericho stops to take a massive gulp straight from the bottle. He drags his cigarette, and wipes the tears welling up in his eyes. Mr. N places his hand on Jericho’s shoulder to console him.
Jericho: I found my daughter in the back yard N. It looked like she tried to escape but they caught her. She was bleeding from the back of her head. But N, she was alive. I picked her up and ran. I ran all the way to the hospital with her. That place was just as much a mad house inside as it was outside. But I got her into a room. Doctors stabilized her and kept her alive. She is alive, but not awake. She hasn’t woken up since I took her there.
Jericho once again wipes the tears from his eyes while Mr. N takes the fire water and puts on his shelf. He then pulls down a bottle Hendricks gin and pours him a glass.
Mr. N: Drinks on me tonight Mr. Jericho.
Jericho slams back the actually good gin that doesn’t grab your throat and tug on it when you swallow it.
Jericho: See here is something I noticed, N. Before I never knew who to blame for all the bullshit that happened to me, but now I have an entire group of people to blame. Wrestlers, all of them, if it wasn’t for them I would still be happy, my wife would be alive, and my kid awake. I hate these cunts N. Especially this fat fuck, mightier than though, cunt. You know what I really gets me is that he is proud to be a wrestler. Proud to be the product of a waste of space. And on top of all this he thinks himself a good guy. Well I’ll tell you this much man this guy is a second generation piece of walking, talking garbage. And once I get a hold of him in that ring I am going to make him feel everything that I ever had to go through since 1he Wav3. And if he truly is the good guy the says he is where was he when the world went to shit? He was training to he could make big papa Allfaggot happy. He is just another smug cunt who just so happens to believe, “oh I have this pedigree as a wrestler so I am special.” Well he isn’t he is just like everyone else here because his pedigree… his pedigree only furthers the fact that he is a plague, a piece of shit birthed from a piece of shit.
He is a four-hundred-pound brick shit house daddies boy that is going to get broken down. Broken down by the undeserving, foul mouthed cunt that is me. Because this partly his father’s fault and guess what, the sins of the father are passed to his suns. I am going to destroy this family line of wrestlers; the legacy is going to end when I step into that ring. When I am done with him he is going to be standing at the gates of Valhalla where he is going to be denied entry. I am going to drop Goliath off the face of the earth. I am the true unrelenting force at this malignant tumor called UCI. I have suffered for far, far too long and now it’s time for them to join me. I am going to show all of them that it is not ok to be a wrestler. And this all starts with that cunt Thor. He is going to be my stepping stone to showing the world that these people are just cancers on society. This is payback for Rosa, I am going to end this man’s career, his family legacy, and his family honor.
Jericho grabs the bottle and begins to chug it. He slams it back down onto the bar counter.
Jericho: They will be lucky if I don’t kill everyone in that building.
