Legacies: For the Empire (Supremacy)
Jan 25, 2024 14:33:31 GMT -5
"The High Roller" Wesley Crane and Kasper Van Slam like this
Post by SŁªM³ on Jan 25, 2024 14:33:31 GMT -5
...Minneapolis, MN…
Slam 3 was holed up in the hotel, drawing, cocked back in the desk chair that was stock in every room. He was doubled up with his Father, hanging out with his Dad had been at the top of his bucket list. Being on the road and carrying on the Slam name WITH his Dad was number two, David was 2 for 130 bucket list items! His first match had been a win and David was pretty damn sure he'd seen an angel or probably a demon he wasn't sure but his drawing of her put a bit more edge on the angelic side of her. However when the bathroom door opened David quickly let the chair drop as he closed the sketch pad.
Slam2: ”Whoa was you jerking off?”
David laughed nervously.
Slam3: ”What? No, Jesus. Just doin’ some drawin’ is all…did you fucking bomb that thing or just do a bunch of blow?”
Slam 2 smirked and wiped under his nose.
Slam2: ”Both…what was ya’ drawin? Let me see it; what are you the Jack of all Trades?”
David slowly reached into his bag and grabbed the sketch book.
Slam3: ”...bounty huntin’ leaves room for a lot of free time, bulk up or…learn somethin’, it ain't nothin’ really.”
Slam 2 took the open sketch pad.
Slam2: ”Your mother could draw, she was always artsy fartsy like this…christ she missed all this tumbler mom bullshit…listen though…you gotta keep focused kid.”
David looked a little wounded and his Dad closed the book tossing it over his shoulder onto his bed.
Slam2: ”You aint got time to flirt or gawk at some pretty ass!”
Slam3: ”You really never told me what I'm here for and she's just cute is all! Fuckin ain't nothin wrong with lookin.”
Slam2: ”Destroy Donzig. Destroy his ilk. By any fuckin means. We do it with The Empire. That's it.”
Slam 2 looked dumbfounded that he had to explain, he had been very clear over the phone.
Slam3: ”That's it? Dude, he's buried and gone…and I maybe I get it but not all of it, why is all this so important? You had some beef with the man eons ago…2024 we lettin’ shit go out here.”
Slam 2 appeared close to exploding, then he rubbed his face aggressively sighing into his hands.
Slam2: ”God dammit, I never wanted to tell you this but Donzig ain't dead brother he's fuckin brooding in a box. Hatred grows in the dark and he's basking in that darkness harrowing yet another eventual return, he's a menace…”
Slam 2 sits on the edge of his bed and reaching into the bed roll on his duffel bag he began to unravel it. David is hinged on his daddy's every word.
Slam2: ”He don't got no limits. The ring isn't the only place this fucker dwells for me David. He killed my daddy, your grandad..your Momma…”
David wenched at the mention of his Mom, he had the faintest memories of her now. However he knew all of this. For David's Father, unbeknownst to him of course, it was part truth and part lie because Donzig had nothing to do with David's mom's death…he'd never know the truth on that. Slam 2 would take it to the grave.
Slam3: ”I..I get all of that, I understand it but he's gone. If it's for revenge, sorry Spike Kane cashed that ticket dad. Taking put his goons? Where's the glory in that? Shit I want glory and going after his goons ain't gonna solve shit…it's all in the past.”
Finally Slam 2 pulls out a picture some of the faces David recognized: his grandad Slam Senior, his dad with his arm around his mom who was holding a baby, himself standing beside his dad, and of course Uncle Drex this was the first time he had met Drexel he recalled. He didn't know the old man but something looked vaguely familiar about him. Slam 2 could tell David had been young so young and partially terrorized by Donzig that he was repressing memories. Donzig had kidnapped the family…
Slam2: ”We still have people to protect…”
Slam 2 pointed at the baby in David's mom's arms.
Slam3: ”Uncle Drexels kid?”
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David sits on the edge of a workout bench at his hotel, the camera on his phone recording so he could personally post his rant online later.
Slam3: I think I might be sitting on the precipice of change, for myself and really for the world on which us dumb fucks get together every once in a while and beat the shit outta each other. Hardcore City Shinjuku, the catalyst for this change, the hurdle…the losers, and I say that as disrespectfully as possible because of your men who justify the actions of the man you worship. I'm not daddy and I ain't gonna carry his sins into this new foray but BUT what I'm here for is to eradicate the fucking scum that's been festering for to long from the blazing trail Donzig has left behind in this world…because he's gone. G-o-n-e and when you and the rest of the Donzig ilk plus my daddy let that settle in yall is just gonna be left with one thing: despair. Loneliness. Pain. I got lots of pain to share, the things Donzig did to me and mine it's coming sevenfold and The Empire..they don't know it but their gonna help me spread this pain out to the Scourges acolytes.”
He rests his elbows on his knees as he leans closer to the camera, lacing his hands together.
Slam3: ”I've heard the saying, ‘What's Dead May Never Die’, and I've heard my daddy say it about Donzig a thousand times but it applies to the Slam family too. Donzig didn't destroy the Slam family, yeah he sent my daddy spiraling out and on the run for a long time but my daddy has a legacy, me, and with me we'll be building the Slam name upon the foundation that IS the Empire…for the Empire we plan to continue the destabilizing of his followers, Oblivion Death Squad…Sinclair…Hardcore City Shinjuku..The Empire is putting you on notice. You aren't safe, not a damn nary one of you'ns. ODS knows already that putting you on your'ns down for the 3 is obtainable and I bet they feel pretty embarrassed…at Supremacy will Hardcore City Shinjuku be able to handle the same? Will the pain we bring justify the means of Donzig? Be seein’ you fuckers real soon.”
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Slam3: ”Uncle Drexels kid?”
Slam2: ”That ain't Uncle Drexels kid bud, you won't remember her because you've repressed the harrowing parts of your early childhood and the distance I put between us was for that very reason…”
Slam 2 took the picture back and looking at it as memories flooded his bleeding brain, memories he couldn't forget or wouldn't, flashed like strokes.
Slam2: ”...she's mine. Kasper ain't a Van Zant and who she really is was never supposed to come into fruition..I left her with my Uncle to be safe but the dumb swamp fuck let her go right out into this world full speed under the nose of Donzig!”
David sat dumbfounded for the longest time.
Slam3: ”no. No. I'd remember a sister Momma didn't have any after me…”
David stood from the chair pacing in disbelief.
Slam2: ”Yeah…yeah we did David, after Donzig killed my daddy and made your Momma miscarry..after all the hell we endured and it finally took your Momma I hid Kasper. To keep her safe and I left you to keep you safe…it's part of the plan boy.”
Slam3: ”Part of what plan?”
Slam 2 removed himself from his bed and stopped David from pacing by grabbing his shoulders and squaring him up with himself.
Slam2: ”The Slam legacy…Donzig is gone and the world is getting right, your sissy just achieved capturing the World title, we're going to hunt the rest of Donzigs loose shits and flush them, and when the dust settles we tell Kasper the truth and bring her into the fold…the Slam dynasty is all that matters now; no more running for me…you wanna make me proud?”
Slam3: ”...mo-...more than anything…”
Slam 2 knew he had David where he wanted him, he patted the boy on the cheek.
Slam2: ”Then help me protect your sister until we see this through until it's right to bring us to the light…we destroy the Scourge and then we take the world….”
