GTA Wrestling Episode Two
Jan 2, 2020 16:55:50 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Jan 2, 2020 16:55:50 GMT -5
At the clubhouse bar of the Jagged Order MC, Julian Dangerous sits at the bar. The bartender, Sara Reid, hands him a fresh beer that he begins pulling on. A jangle goes off as the front door opens, a holdover from when the place was a gas station. A man with a referee shirt on walks into the room and up to the bar. He looks to Julian Dangerous.
Man: Are you Julian?
Julian looks the man up and down as if analyzing his potential in a fight. He nods.
Dangerous: That I am. You Brett Chambers?
The man nods and holds out his hand, Julian clasps his hand and gives it a firm shake. He motions for Brett to sit down and signals Sara to get him a beer, Brett holds up a restraining hand.
Chambers: I would prefer to keep my head straight before I ref some wrestling matches. I’ll take you up after the show.
Reid: If you survive.
Chambers: What?
Reid: What?
Julian laughs and pounds Brett on the shoulder.
Dangerous: Our last ref tried to pick up a bitch from one of the Chaos Jester’s guys. He got himself shot. I trust that you won’t be trying to mac on someone else’s girl tonight?
Brett is silent for a moment before he motions to Sara for that beer.
Chambers: Perhaps I will have a pregame beer.
Sara chuckles as she pops open a beer and sets it down in front of Brett. He takes a swig of the beer and sets it back down on the bar, turning to Julian once more.
Chambers: So...where’s the ring?
Dangerous: Oh, we don’t have one of those. No money for it and shit. We barely have money for you and the wrestlers.
Brett raises an eyebrow, suddenly looking very concerned.
Chambers: Then that enclosed area on the North side of the building it where it happens?
Dangerous: Yep. Last time we had blue fencing. This time we have some old tire barricades to go with the chain link fencing.
Chambers: At least some padding on the concrete then? You’ll kill somebody!
Dangerous: Think of it as all street fight. We play loose by the rules and everyone has a great time. The blood gets washed away when it decides to rain. So, I think the stains are still out there from the last time. I know the wounds are still there. Hey, Harold! Wave to our new ref!
Harold Stark is sitting at the couch, his face stitched up from where Joe Austin had hit him in the face with a chain and his face purple from where his nose was broken. He waves to Brett, who looks horrified.
Chambers: What the Hell, man? I think I’m going to need more pay for this gig.
Julian takes a pull from his beer, setting it down with a sigh.
Dangerous: You take payment in meth? We running a little low in cash right now, but we getting ready to sell a load of meth. I guess you could always wait until we make the sale next week.
Brett Chambers nurses his beer in silence for a moment, seriously wondering what he has gotten himself into. He sighs.
Chambers: Yeah, I’ll wait, but make it double the pay scale.
Dangerous: You’re on!
Chambers: I’m going to finish this and take a look at the arena before the fights start.
Dangerous: Wrestling matches.
Chambers: Yeah. That.
Brett polishes his beer off and heads outside. Sara Reid takes the empty bottle with a sly grin.
Reid: You think he’s going to last to collect on that double payday?
Julian finishes his beer, tossing it into the garbage.
Dangerous: No chance.
The front door to the clubhouse opens up with a slam to let in Joe Austin. He looks around the place to see that Harold Stark playing darts with a friend.
Austin: Oi! You fucker! You cheated to beat me!
Harold is getting ready to throw his final dart when he sees Joe Austin charging at him. He throws the dart at Joe, which sails over his head as he spears Harold. He lifts Harold up and carries him into the garage where he slams Harold into a toolbox. Joe stands up and kicks Harold in the ribcage.
Everyone else at this point have found their own vantage points by which they can watch the fight unfold, knowing that the two had just faced each other in the “ring” at the last gathering.
Joe pulls Harold up by the leather jacket and slams him against the wall. Harold strikes back with a headbutt to the nose, bursting it like a balloon. He then grabs Joe by the head with two claw moves, digging his thumbs into Joe’s eyes.
Joe breaks the move, backing away from Harold while unable to really see. He draws his gun while blindly trying to point it at Harold.
This draws a line and Joe Austin is shot roughly seventeen times before he can actually get a bead on Harold. He falls, dead, to the floor. Harold clutches at his ribs in pain for a moment as he shakes his head in disbelief.
Stark: That fucker was going to shoot me? What the fuck?
Julian Dangerous joins Harold Stark and hands him a beer. He grunts his thanks as he takes a sip of beer.
Dangerous: You still good to fight tonight?
Harold takes another swig of beer and nods.
Stark: Just knocked the wind out of me. I’m good to fight.
Julian pounds Harold on the shoulder, drawing a wince from the smaller man.
Dangerous: That’s good to hear, man. Good to hear. I’m going to go ahead and go greet the crowd while you finish that and get ready. I think you’re second on the list. Someone get this trash out of here!
A couple of Jagged Order brothers grab the corpse of Joe Austin and take him out of the clubhouse. Julian Dangerous lights himself a cigarette before he heads out of the building himself, adjusting his Bluetooth earpiece as he walks.
Outside of the Jagged Order clubhouse where the arena is. The walls this time are old tire barriers as if for races instead of the blue fencing that it once was. It’s an attempt to have something softer for the fighters to be run into than wooden fencing. That, and the fact that these barriers won’t just fall over.
Julian Dangerous walks around the arena with a wide grin and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He looks to the gathered crowd of several different MCs.
Dangerous: Welcome to another episode of...what do we call this again? Oh I know. MC Wrestling!
The crowd cheers him on and Julian motions to Brett Chambers while flicking ashes onto the bloodstained concrete.
Dangerous: We have a new referee to control the fights so they don’t just become deathmatches! Give a warm welcome to Brett Chambers!
Brett Chambers waves to the fans, who cheer.
Dangerous: We have a great night planned for tonight. Three matches! We will begin the night with Dwayne Robinson of the Rodents against Pablo Sanchez of the...hang on, he isn’t art of a MC? Free agent!
Julian flicks ashes onto the ground as the crowd mull over the fact that one of the wrestlers has no MC and is thus ripe for the recruitment.
Dangerous: Then we have Tristian Rose of the Inferno Hunters against our very own Harold Stark! Hopefully that Joe Austin didn’t take that much out of him when he attacked earlier.
The crowd boo the cowardly attack from earlier in the evening while more than a few glance over to the rat truck sitting behind the clubhouse with Joe Austin’s corpse laying in it. He’s going to be dumped in the Alamo Sea after the festivities end.
Dangerous: And we will end the night with Nathan Cox of the Iron Cruisers against Cody Howard of the Chaos Riders! I hope you have your beer, folks, because we’re about to begin!
Julian Dangerous stands in the middle of the makeshift arena with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He motions to the gap over between the tire barrier and the building where Dwayne Robinson and Pablo Sanchez step over tires to get into the arena.
Dangerous: Our first match of the evening is Dwayne Robinson of the Rodents against the free agent known as Pablo Sanchez!
The clearly drunken crowd cheer on both men, though Dwayne’s reaction is clearly different as he stands a head and shoulders over the dimumative Pablo.
Robinson: I have to fight a kid? Come on now, Dangerous! Let’s be reasonable.
Pablo Sanchez steps up to Dwayne and pokes him in the chest.
Sanchez: Fuck you, string bean. I ain’t no kid! I’ll be the one kicking your ass tonight!
Dwayne looks down at Pablo and rolls his eyes with a shrug.
Robinson: What the fuck ever. I’ll break a kid if I have to.
Dangerous: Let’s get this shit started then, mother fuckers!
Pablo takes a swing at Dwayne, who merely presses a palm to Pablo’s forehead to keep him at bay. Pablo swings with both hands, but can’t reach Dwayne. The crowd boos Dwayne for his fun.
Dangerous: C’mon, rat, ya gotta get in there and fight instead of making fun of the small fry.
Robinson: Don’t call me rat!
Dwayne belts Pablo with his other hand, turning him completely around from the impact. Pablo takes a few steps to lean against the tire barrier. As Dwayne approaches, Pablo spins around and bulldozes his head into Dwayne’s gut in a move that doubles the taller man over. This allows Pablo to back up and uppercut Dwayne before grabbing him in a side headlock. He brings Dwayne down in a bulldog that leaves a red stain on the concrete!
Dangerous: Whoa. Pablo packing a punch when he can land it. Jesus H Christ!
Pablo steps back from the downed Dwayne, watching as Dwayne gets up to his feet with a shouted curse as blood runs down his face and onto his chest from where the concrete ripped his forehead open.
Robinson: I’ll fucking kill you!
Brett Chambers makes sure that Dwayne can continue the fight, which is angrily nodding to the yes.
Dwayne rushes at Pablo, sending him to the concrete with an elbow strike to the forehead. Pablo bounces back to his feet, Dwayne bringing him down with another stiff elbow strike to the back of the head.
Dwayne crouches down, grabbing Pablo by the back of the head, and bounces his face against the concrete ground a few times until he strikes blood. He pulls Pablo’s head back, blood stringing from Pablo’s face to the ground.
Robinson: Dwayne with a striking comeback there, but can he keep it up?
Dwayne pulls Pablo up to his feet and whips him into the tire barrier where Dwayne crumples down to the ground. Dwayne walks over, his face a crimson mask, as he reaches for Pablo.
Pablo hits a uppercutting palm strike to the nose, shattering it. He reaches into the tire barrier, pulling out a baseball bat. He takes a swing at Dwayne, striking him in the jaw hard enough to totally dislocate it. Dwayne spins around from the impact and lands onto his face on the concrete ground. Pablo puts the bat back where he found it and stands proud as his face too is blood covered.
Dangerous: Looks like the rat isn’t going to be able to continue this match. I think Brett is going to do a ten count? Let’s see if Dwayne can get up.
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Dwayne stirs, trying to get up, but falls back on his face.
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Brett Chambers raises Pablo’s hand in victory.
Dangerous: And your winner….Pablo Sanchez! He’s a free agent, ladies and gentlemen!
The crowd cheers as a couple of Rodents come into the arena to help Dwayne up to take him to the hospital. Pablo celebrates a few more minutes before he leaves the arena and heads inside to the bar.
Tristian Rose and Harold Stark make their way into the arena over the tires. Julian Dangerous motions to them with a bold smile.
Dangerous: And now our second fight of the night. Tristian Rose of the Inferno Hunters against our very own Harold Stark! Stark, you still good to fight?
Harold winces a little as he grins, the action pulling on his stitches in his face. He instead, gives Julian a thumbs up.
Dangerous: That’s great to hear! For those of you not in the know, Harold was jumped by his former opponent in the form of Joe Austin. Joe drew a gun and well...you see the results of such a stupid action over there.
Julian points to the rat truck where the corpse of Joe Austin lays in the bed of the truck.
Dangerous: I’m rather surprised that Dwayne Robinson didn’t join poor old Joe, but I think I hear that he’s going to pull through once they get his jaw put back in place. Well? Let’s get this shit started! Fight!
Tristian crosses the distance between him and Harold, attacking him with a hard right hand. He goes for a second punch and Harold catches the fist. He squeezes the hand, bringing out a yelp of pain from Tristian.
Harold releases the fist and clotheslines Tristian to the ground. Tristian tries to bounce right back up, but Harold kicks him square in the mouth, sending blood, spittle, and several teeth flying. Harold continues the offensive, stomping Tristian several times before pulling him to his feet.
Dangerous: That’ll knock the taste out of your mouth. Shit!
Tristian punches Harold in the throat to stun him, slips around behind him, kicks him behind the knees to bring him down, and applies a rear chinlock while pressing a knee to his spine. Tristian quickly shifts his grip to a double fish hook, ripping the stitches out of Harold’s face.
Dangerous: Oh jeeze. Harold, ya had to know that was going to happen in the fight.
He releases Harold’s face, bringing down a double axe handle to the back of the neck. He does this a few times, knocking Harold, who is clutching at his torn face, down to the pavement. Tristian applies a figure four necklock, cranking on the pressure. Brett Chambers gets in there to see if Harold will submit. Harold, bleeding all over Tristian’s legs from his torn cheek, refuses.
Dangerous: This one looks to be all over if Harold can’t escape that neck lock. C’mon, Harold! Break out of it!
Harold gets turned in the neck lock, getting to his knees, and lifting Tristian up as he stands. He power bombs Tristian onto the tire barrier, lifts him up, hits another one, and another one, and then turns to hurl Tristian onto the concrete floor where Tristian flips over backwards to the concrete ground. Harold grabs a tire from the top of the barrier and throws it down to the back of Tristian’s head, pulping his face against the concrete. Harold rolls Tristian over and goes for the pinfall, though it’s pretty much Tristian being done at this point. Brett gets into position and counts the pinfall.
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Harold Stark gets to his feet while raising his hands in the air in victory. He looks down at the defeated Tristian Rose for a moment, a puddle of blood rapidly spreading from his broken head. Brett Chambers checks for a pulse, looking to Julian, and shaking his head.
Dangerous: Oh shit! Someone died? Who woulda thunk it? Welp...someone throw him in the truck!
A couple of very unhappy Inferno Hunters come into the arena to grab Tristian Rose and load him onto the back of the rat truck to share space with Joe Austin.
Dangerous: We’re going to throw some kitty littler on this puddle of blood so we can get going to the final fight of the night. So, minor break. Go get some beer or snacks!
Outside of the clubhouse along route 68, Caleb Giles of the Lost is riding along on his way home at Stab City with saddle bags full of beer. He stops when he sees the action going on next to the clubhouse. He grins and pulls out his cell phone, dialing 911.
Giles: I would like to report a riot in progress. I see at least two dead bodies from my vantage point. Who am I?
Caleb hangs up the phone and takes off before anyone sees him.
Giles: Fuckers gunna have some fun now.
Back inside the clubhouse there is a cot by Julian’s office where he often sleeps at night when too weary to head for home. Now, Harold Stark lays in this cot as the Jagged Order’s Doctor, Ethan Cole, looks at Harold’s torn face. He’s not really a Doctor, more of an EMT by trade.
Cole: This is going to hurt...a lot.
Ethan pours some straight vodka onto Harold’s face, bringing out a string of obscenities from the man, though some of the vodka does find its way down his throat through the gaping hole on the side of his face.
Once the wound is cleaned, Ethan presses the flesh back into place, putting a few pins in place to keep it together before he begins to sew the wound shut. Harold cringes, moans, and bleeds onto the cot as he struggles to deal with the pain. He takes a few breaks from being sewn as he takes swigs of vodka straight from the bottle, some of it sloshing out the side of his face.
Cole: I’m trying to keep the stitching small as to minimize the scar, but I would suggest taking some time off of the fighting to let this heal. Let someone else fight in your place.
Harold gives a sort of half-shrug, but does nod as much as he can. He takes another swig from the bottle of vodka.
Cole: You are still going to have a hella scar once this is healed. I hope you know that.
Stark: Fuck them Chained Misfits!
Harold grimaces, half-cursing as the act of speaking has proven to be unbelievably painful.
Julian Dangerous walks into the area, looking down at the pained Harold. He brings out a small packet of white powder that he sprinkles onto the wound. Between blood and saliva, the powder is quickly dissolved. Harold blinks, his eyes closing in relief. He remains perfectly still as Ethan finishes up the stitching.
Dangerous: Just what the Doctor ordered. Harold, we have a shipment to be ready in about two days. You’re going to run point on delivery instead of fighting.
Stark: Cool, man. I’ll do it.
Julian walks toward his office and has a seat at the desk where his laptop sits. He puts in the passcode to unlock it and uses the Open Road application to check to see how the Jagged Order businesses are doing.
He isn’t on the laptop long before he locks it up and heads toward the outside again. He passes by Harold Stark, patting him on the shoulder.
Dangerous: You’re going to look hard when that heals. I’m going to go see if we can finish this show yet. They might have that blood swept up.
Julian Dangerous stands in the middle of the makeshift arena as the last two fighters of the night are let inside. Julian motions to them with a grand smile.
Dangerous: And now we have our main event of the evening as Nathan Cox of the Iron Cruisers takes on Cody Howard of the Chaos Riders!
Nathan Cox and Cody Howard take up opposite sides of the makeshift arena and look to one another as if their gazes alone could win the upcoming fight.
Dangerous: Let’s get this thing underway, mother fuckers!
Nathan Cox and Cody Howard circle around one another, careful to not step where the puddle of blood was swept up with kitty litter. The place where Tristian Rose died during his match.
Nathan and Cody come together in a collar-elbow tie up, Cody quickly converting it into a side head lock. Nathan shoves Cody off of him and goes for a roundhouse punch to the back of the head that Cody sidesteps. Cody spins around, slamming a knee into Nathan’s midsection. He continues his offensive with a front facelock.
Nathan counters the front facelock with an inverted atomic drop and a hard clothesline that sends Cody to the concrete ground. Nathan grabs one of the tires from on top of the barrier and hurls it at Cody, but Cody rolls out of the way so that the tire goes rolling until it smacks into the chain link fence and falls to its side.
Dangerous: Whoa, Nathan going for a quick finish there, but Cody’s having none of it.
Cody Howard jumps to his feet, but is greeted by Nathan who grabs him, and suplexes him to the concrete ground. Cody does a bridging motion in pain from the impact as Nathan Cox stands up. Nathan grabs another tire, but this time Brett Chambers steps in the way.
Chambers: Put the tire back on the barrier or be disqualified! We won’t have another death in the arena!
Nathan sneers at Brett, but puts the tire back on the barrier.
Dangerous: Looks like the ref has some big balls there. Way to go, Brett!
Cody stands up and clotheslines Nathan against the tire barrier. He hits Nathan with a few lefts and rights before hip tossing Nathan toward the center of the makeshift arena. Cody climbs to the top of the tire barrier, raising his arms in the air to the cheering of the crowd to steady himself. He looks ready to jump when police sirens are heard. Five County police cars pull up in front of the clubhouse with lights and sirens on.
Dangerous: Oh fuck!
The police get out of their cars, one of whom using their car loudspeakers to address the crowd.
Sheriff: Disarm and get your hands on the back of your head!
A Riot Control Vehicle also pulls up, aiming its water cannon at the stands.
Cody Howard hops down and ducks behind the tire barrier. Nathan Cox sits up and rolls to behind the barrier. Julian Dangerous draws a gun and gets cover behind the barrier. Brett Chambers puts his hands on the back of his head, drops to his knees, and begins to pray.
Now what follows next is pure chaos as many of the people in the stands begin to flee to their motorcycles or into the countryside while others draw guns and begin to open fire upon the police.
Julian Dangerous picks off two deputies and ducks back behind cover. The RCV opens fire with the water cannon to the stands as a distraction as deputies open fire on the gathered motorcycle clubs.
As much as the Blaine County police would like to win the day, they are outnumbered and outgunned. In a vicious war of attrition, they are taken out one by one until even the RCV is overtaken. Though as is the case with these things, this is sure to be only the first wave of police officers to come.
Dangerous: Everyone split up! Leave the bodies! I’ll drop a line of where we’ll go next time as it won’t be here!