Post by wrath on May 21, 2013 21:30:23 GMT -5
(OOC Note: The CD in this RP was previously written for another fed, but I felt it was something that would be a good place to introduce people as the next one I'll write will actually be for CPW and my match. The shoot though, is all original for CPW. The CD is off camera the shoot is obviously on camera. Enjoy guys.)
(Off Camera)
Chapter 53: D- Roosevelt Jr.
The rage that was festering inside of John was something that was nearly unspeakable. There was no doubt in his mind about what was going to happen next. The Dodge Ram was whipping around the switchbacks and down the hills as quick as he could manage it without taking the thing off the road. He was going to take Madison home, get his shit together, and then he was going to go take out the president of the Dogs of War. That wasn’t the type of thing that he could just let slide, and he was going to handle it personally. It was a shot so close to home that he couldn’t stay detached from it; it just seemed unfathomable to disconnect and let someone else handle it. He didn’t even want to tell anyone, he just wanted it to happen. But there was one person that knew what he was going to do, even if she hadn’t said it.
Madison knew the man she was about to marry, and she stared at him with a bit of abject fear. There was a reason why he had garnered the nickname Wrath. He was volatile when something made him mad. It was night and day. He was sweet, gentle, and honest when he was at home with her or hanging with the guys. But when it came to a fight, a monster came out of him that she didn’t understand. His volcanic temper was at such odds with how thoughtful he was most of the time. But she didn’t dare to say anything to him about it. She couldn’t blame him, they had murdered his grandfather. She wanted them to pay too. She just didn’t want him to be sloppy because of the overwhelming grief. She didn’t want to lose him to a jail cell for the rest of his life.
“Johnny, I know you’re hurting… so am I.” Madison said quietly. “You need to go see the guys with this one.”
“No, I don’t Madison. This is my shit.” John responded a bit harshly. “I got this.”
“Baby, you’re not thinking clearly. You need their help.” Madison responded.
“No!” John snapped at her. “I don’t need anyone’s help! I need them taking care of business as usual.”
Madison shut her mouth for the rest of the ride home; she knew that trying to argue with him like that was almost impossible. He was stubborn, and the few fights that they had gotten in, had resulted in him destroying something in the house. He had never hit her, and she didn’t think he would, but she didn’t want to push it too far with him in such bad shape. He’d already been taking his best friend’s death hard; and he was at his wits end with the death of his grandfather. She didn’t want to be the thing that totally pushed him over the edge. He needed support, he needed her to be a good old lady. That was her responsibility, when it came to wearing the patch.
When the car pulled into the driveway of their home, John slammed on the brakes and threw the truck into park. The heavy truck door was flung open with aggressive ease and John was out of the truck in a flash. The march into the house told Madison everything she needed to know. He was going to his little closet and getting ready to go fight someone. She’d seen it before, but she’d never seen him march to it with that kind of urgency. And with that, she was pulling her phone from her pocket. She needed to cut this one off at the pass. She was calling the guys, regardless of what he had to say, even if she’d catch hell for it. She was going to do what was right for him, even if his dumb ass didn’t want to do it himself.
“Come on, pick up.” Madison said to the ringing of the phone.
“Hello?” Marvin said.
“We’ve got a fucking huge problem Martian!” Madison said in an urgent, hushed tone.
“What’s going on?”Marvin responded.
“We went to tell his grandfather that we got engaged, and he found him dead. And a dead dog that the crazy old bastard took with him.” Madison said.
“They killed the old man?” Marvin asked, sounding hurt and stunned.
“I’m afraid so.” Madison said.
“Shit.” Marvin said in an uncharacteristically high pitch. “That’s not good.”
“He’s gonna…” Madison started, but was interrupted.
“I know, I know.” Marvin cut her off. “I’m on the way. Call as many people as you can.”
The phone went dead and Madison took a deep breath, hoping that the guys would get there in time to get John off the path he was on. But she had a bad feeling with the way he was moving that there was going to be no stopping him, even if the guys had come along. John was as angry as she’d ever seen him, and rightfully so. She had done the right thing though, and she was proud of that. She started the lonely trudge towards the house, knowing she couldn’t talk any sense into her brute of an old man.
John was digging into the weapons locker looking for the staples of things he was going to need. He changed into the tactical gear he had and started to load up pockets with ammunition. Scabbards in multiple places had knives attached to them, ready to slice anything that got too them. John grabbed the small MP-5 sub machine gun off its hooks and racked open the chamber. He loaded a fresh magazine into the receiver and then let the bolt slam the first round into the chamber. He dropped the clip, loaded one more round into it, and then shoved it back into the slot. He was already heading out the door, the weapon slung over his shoulder by a small strap. John looked at Madison as he walked by.
“I know you already called them.” John said.
Madison froze, waiting for something more than what he said, but what she got wasn’t what she was expecting. John leaned in and pressed a loving and passionate kiss to her lips. He wasn’t going to fight with her before running out the door to do this. He was just going to go take care of his business. He looked down at her and shook his head.
“You’re just trying to protect me.” John said to her. “You’re a good old lady.”
John didn’t say another word, he just turned and started outside, heading for the truck. He was on his way to handle business and there was going to be no stopping that. He climbed into the Ram and started it back up with little effort. He peeled back out of the driveway and spun the tires as he peeled away from his home, leaving Madison standing in the driveway, looking helpless and upset. It wasn’t but thirty seconds after that that Marvin pulled into the driveway. Marvin looked at Madison, and knew that he was too late. Madison didn’t have to say another word, she just pointed in the direction he went, and Marvin backed right out of the driveway and took off in a shot. Several other bikes followed by within ten seconds.
They were all so focused on trying to get to John before he did something stupid that no one noticed the little black Ford Focus that pulled out onto the road behind them a couple of cars down. The two Dogs of War that had been left behind to monitor them were already on the phone; radioing back to the mother charter in New York that the cat was out of the bag and that they’d have a visitor soon. And now they needed to thin the herd out a little bit to make sure that their brothers back home wouldn’t have to deal with the whole army.
(On Camera)
I Got Both Feet In The Grave, I Don't Do Shit Half Assed
I've spent the last six months chomping at the bit. I've been sitting staring at the concrete walls of a tiny eight by sixteen box with no windows. Just bars and guards. Just the sounds of other men's insanity. It's almost enough to drive a person mad. It's enough to get the strongest man to break. But, as fate would have it, the state's case fell apart. Lucky me, right?
I'll be honest, I thought what I love to do was going to be taken from me for a minute there... but I'm a free man. And I get to continue to do what I love. See, CPW seems to need someone like me around. A star. Someone that will draw ratings and put asses in the building every sixteen inches. They need someone that will pull in merchandise revenue and that's me. They need a destroyer. And that's exactly what I am. Lives, relationships, property, minds... no job is too big for me. I can destroy it.
It's all I've ever trained to do, it's all I've ever been groomed to be. You people can see me as a savage, I simply don't care. You're civilians. Your opinions don't matter to me in the least. You see the cut on my chest? You see the patches? That means I'm better than you. That means I'm above you and your rules. I do what I want, when I want and I don't give a good god damn who has a problem with it. And when you live that life... you have to be the toughest giant in the valley. You have to be the baddest dog in the fight, or else you get chewed up and digested like a snack. So you step in my path and protest at your own peril because I....
PUNISH! KILL! REPEAT!
(Off Camera)
Chapter 53: D- Roosevelt Jr.
The rage that was festering inside of John was something that was nearly unspeakable. There was no doubt in his mind about what was going to happen next. The Dodge Ram was whipping around the switchbacks and down the hills as quick as he could manage it without taking the thing off the road. He was going to take Madison home, get his shit together, and then he was going to go take out the president of the Dogs of War. That wasn’t the type of thing that he could just let slide, and he was going to handle it personally. It was a shot so close to home that he couldn’t stay detached from it; it just seemed unfathomable to disconnect and let someone else handle it. He didn’t even want to tell anyone, he just wanted it to happen. But there was one person that knew what he was going to do, even if she hadn’t said it.
Madison knew the man she was about to marry, and she stared at him with a bit of abject fear. There was a reason why he had garnered the nickname Wrath. He was volatile when something made him mad. It was night and day. He was sweet, gentle, and honest when he was at home with her or hanging with the guys. But when it came to a fight, a monster came out of him that she didn’t understand. His volcanic temper was at such odds with how thoughtful he was most of the time. But she didn’t dare to say anything to him about it. She couldn’t blame him, they had murdered his grandfather. She wanted them to pay too. She just didn’t want him to be sloppy because of the overwhelming grief. She didn’t want to lose him to a jail cell for the rest of his life.
“Johnny, I know you’re hurting… so am I.” Madison said quietly. “You need to go see the guys with this one.”
“No, I don’t Madison. This is my shit.” John responded a bit harshly. “I got this.”
“Baby, you’re not thinking clearly. You need their help.” Madison responded.
“No!” John snapped at her. “I don’t need anyone’s help! I need them taking care of business as usual.”
Madison shut her mouth for the rest of the ride home; she knew that trying to argue with him like that was almost impossible. He was stubborn, and the few fights that they had gotten in, had resulted in him destroying something in the house. He had never hit her, and she didn’t think he would, but she didn’t want to push it too far with him in such bad shape. He’d already been taking his best friend’s death hard; and he was at his wits end with the death of his grandfather. She didn’t want to be the thing that totally pushed him over the edge. He needed support, he needed her to be a good old lady. That was her responsibility, when it came to wearing the patch.
When the car pulled into the driveway of their home, John slammed on the brakes and threw the truck into park. The heavy truck door was flung open with aggressive ease and John was out of the truck in a flash. The march into the house told Madison everything she needed to know. He was going to his little closet and getting ready to go fight someone. She’d seen it before, but she’d never seen him march to it with that kind of urgency. And with that, she was pulling her phone from her pocket. She needed to cut this one off at the pass. She was calling the guys, regardless of what he had to say, even if she’d catch hell for it. She was going to do what was right for him, even if his dumb ass didn’t want to do it himself.
“Come on, pick up.” Madison said to the ringing of the phone.
“Hello?” Marvin said.
“We’ve got a fucking huge problem Martian!” Madison said in an urgent, hushed tone.
“What’s going on?”Marvin responded.
“We went to tell his grandfather that we got engaged, and he found him dead. And a dead dog that the crazy old bastard took with him.” Madison said.
“They killed the old man?” Marvin asked, sounding hurt and stunned.
“I’m afraid so.” Madison said.
“Shit.” Marvin said in an uncharacteristically high pitch. “That’s not good.”
“He’s gonna…” Madison started, but was interrupted.
“I know, I know.” Marvin cut her off. “I’m on the way. Call as many people as you can.”
The phone went dead and Madison took a deep breath, hoping that the guys would get there in time to get John off the path he was on. But she had a bad feeling with the way he was moving that there was going to be no stopping him, even if the guys had come along. John was as angry as she’d ever seen him, and rightfully so. She had done the right thing though, and she was proud of that. She started the lonely trudge towards the house, knowing she couldn’t talk any sense into her brute of an old man.
John was digging into the weapons locker looking for the staples of things he was going to need. He changed into the tactical gear he had and started to load up pockets with ammunition. Scabbards in multiple places had knives attached to them, ready to slice anything that got too them. John grabbed the small MP-5 sub machine gun off its hooks and racked open the chamber. He loaded a fresh magazine into the receiver and then let the bolt slam the first round into the chamber. He dropped the clip, loaded one more round into it, and then shoved it back into the slot. He was already heading out the door, the weapon slung over his shoulder by a small strap. John looked at Madison as he walked by.
“I know you already called them.” John said.
Madison froze, waiting for something more than what he said, but what she got wasn’t what she was expecting. John leaned in and pressed a loving and passionate kiss to her lips. He wasn’t going to fight with her before running out the door to do this. He was just going to go take care of his business. He looked down at her and shook his head.
“You’re just trying to protect me.” John said to her. “You’re a good old lady.”
John didn’t say another word, he just turned and started outside, heading for the truck. He was on his way to handle business and there was going to be no stopping that. He climbed into the Ram and started it back up with little effort. He peeled back out of the driveway and spun the tires as he peeled away from his home, leaving Madison standing in the driveway, looking helpless and upset. It wasn’t but thirty seconds after that that Marvin pulled into the driveway. Marvin looked at Madison, and knew that he was too late. Madison didn’t have to say another word, she just pointed in the direction he went, and Marvin backed right out of the driveway and took off in a shot. Several other bikes followed by within ten seconds.
They were all so focused on trying to get to John before he did something stupid that no one noticed the little black Ford Focus that pulled out onto the road behind them a couple of cars down. The two Dogs of War that had been left behind to monitor them were already on the phone; radioing back to the mother charter in New York that the cat was out of the bag and that they’d have a visitor soon. And now they needed to thin the herd out a little bit to make sure that their brothers back home wouldn’t have to deal with the whole army.
(On Camera)
I Got Both Feet In The Grave, I Don't Do Shit Half Assed
I've spent the last six months chomping at the bit. I've been sitting staring at the concrete walls of a tiny eight by sixteen box with no windows. Just bars and guards. Just the sounds of other men's insanity. It's almost enough to drive a person mad. It's enough to get the strongest man to break. But, as fate would have it, the state's case fell apart. Lucky me, right?
I'll be honest, I thought what I love to do was going to be taken from me for a minute there... but I'm a free man. And I get to continue to do what I love. See, CPW seems to need someone like me around. A star. Someone that will draw ratings and put asses in the building every sixteen inches. They need someone that will pull in merchandise revenue and that's me. They need a destroyer. And that's exactly what I am. Lives, relationships, property, minds... no job is too big for me. I can destroy it.
It's all I've ever trained to do, it's all I've ever been groomed to be. You people can see me as a savage, I simply don't care. You're civilians. Your opinions don't matter to me in the least. You see the cut on my chest? You see the patches? That means I'm better than you. That means I'm above you and your rules. I do what I want, when I want and I don't give a good god damn who has a problem with it. And when you live that life... you have to be the toughest giant in the valley. You have to be the baddest dog in the fight, or else you get chewed up and digested like a snack. So you step in my path and protest at your own peril because I....
PUNISH! KILL! REPEAT!
