Strange
May 3, 2016 15:24:03 GMT -5
Post by Dreamscape on May 3, 2016 15:24:03 GMT -5
“Mike needs ya upstairs, Wolfy. The hell you been?”
“I was knocked the fuck out. I’m never drinkin’ none of yo damn ‘shine no damn more.”
Ralph laughed and handed me a blueberry turnover that felt like it was straight out the oven.
“Haha, get on up there.”
“Alright but...The hell going on?”
“Hell if I know, kid.”
I nodded and head upstairs as I ate the pastry. Sure wish I had a glass of milk right about now but whatever I ain’t complaining. I’m more worried about why these guys were here than a damn glass of milk. Once I got up stairs I looked to the meeting room. I calmly head into the room and seen Mike sitting down across from the RIP President Lance Winters right next to his brother Kyan, Chance Frost and ODB3. If these guys were here I wouldn’t be surprised if the VP and that big ass russian sum’bitch weren’t too far away either. Why were they here?
“I have a seat, Wolfy.”
“WOLFY? Haha, that your real name YOUNG BUCK?”
This was my first actual time seeing these guys in the flesh. I was nervous. I wasn’t in my usual element with these guys around. I bet they knew it. Probably sniffed it out the moment they laid their eyes on me. How was this guy Lance so wired this early in the morning?
“Uh...Yeah. Yes sir I mean.”
I sat down at the table and finished up my morning snack. I looked around the room a bit nervous.
“HOW YOU feeling, ‘WOLFY’? You look like you JUST ROLLED OUT OF BED with a slight hint of WALK OF SHAME.”
“I um...Yeah I just woke up and came straight here. Sorry, what--”
“The Prez just seeing how that run went. And stopped by to grab a bite to eat too.”
“That shit show?”
“Mylo!”
“HAHA, that’s alright Mike. It was A SHIT SHOW from what I heard. Just know, that RUN helped our partners out A LOT. We’re gonna get out of your hair AND TAKE A LOOK around town.”
Partners? What partners? What’s going on?
[REC]
“Finally...Psh. Finally doesn’t even describe the way I’m feeling now that At All Cost is finally here. That the time that I can finally get my hands on Robbie Black and beat the holy hell out of him for good. Lord knows I’ve been counting down the days until this moment. Now that it is finally here I...I don’t even know if I can even wait for that bell to ring.
This feller has pushed me to my absolute limit in annoyance. He’s disrespected me. He’s disrespected my club. My family. The people that have had my back since I put on the damn cut. You don’t do that. You don’t disrespect my club. You don’t disrespect my band of brothers and sisters you son of a bitch. Trust me when I say this...You done fucked up. And you might have just fucked up and breathed for the final time in this pitiful life you live, Black.
You have nobody else to blame nor thank for your death on live on pay per view other than yourself. You pushed me to this point. I warned you. I warned you time after time after time that...This wasn’t the fight that you wanted. I wasn’t the one you wanted to fuck with. But did that stop you? No. You just had to keep pushing. You had to keep running that big ass mouth of yours.
I suppose no one should really be surprised by this. You’re the type of guy who needs the attention. Even when you don’t deserve it...You need. You crave it. Well congratulations Robbie. You finally have it. You finally have all the eyes on you. Now that you have all the attention you’ve been wanting they can all witness your demise at the hands of the Lion Den’s Reapers...Me.
Count your blessings, Robbie. Mr. Grim might give you the benefit of the doubt and deliver to heaven once I’m finished with you.
Rest In Peace.”