Post by King Richius on Nov 30, 2018 12:23:56 GMT -5
WFWF Event Horizon RP
Lock and Load
featuring “The Cleaner” Billy Broom
Lock and Load
featuring “The Cleaner” Billy Broom
Backstage at SNAFU, shortly after yet another brutal altercation between Ryan “Needles” Payne and Chris Priceless. Two men who try to be the cooler heads that prevail in the anarchy of the WFWF bump into each other, one on the way backstage after preventing a murder by baseball bat choke and one on his way out to the ring to clean up the mess from yet another match that threw the rules out the window and left a wake of destruction behind.
Billy Broom: Nice save Frank.
Frank Lynn: I couldn’t stand it any more. What happens between the bells is the ref’s business. After the bell…
Frank shrugs, obviously frustrated by the post-match attack.
Billy: I don’t get it. Why does it have to be this way?
Frank: You’re asking the wrong person. I tried to change it but failed.
Billy: Damn shame.
Billy sees his crew looking at him awaiting his orders. He turns away from Frank, who is already on his way back into the recesses of the arena, and leads his crew out to restore order, barking orders like the seasoned professional he is.
Billy: You two, make sure the medics get to Ante Whitner. Who knows what Needles shot him full of so keep them safe AND see that Ante gets the care he needs… whether he wants it or not. You two, fix the ring area so it’s ready for the next match. Don’t forget to check the barricades. Fan safety comes first. I’m gonna’ check on Christa, Alecia, and Daniel; make sure our little snowflakes are okay.
His mind isn’t entirely on his task though as Priceless’ vengeful attack on Payne has reminded Billy of a threat that has been repeating over and over in his head for weeks… something he hasn’t been able to forget since it was first uttered to him in London and sends chills down his spine every time it echos in his head.
A threat would be my saying what I’ll do to your daughter the day she ticks over into legality.
Billy knows just how sick the the average WFWF wrestler can be. He has to take Drakz’ words very seriously. He can’t let it drop nor can he expect Lila or the board of directors to do anything about it. If he wants to guarantee Jenny’s safety he’ll have to take matters into his own hands because there is absolutely no way he will ever let one of these sick f***s hurt his daughter…
Not even if the sick f*** happens to be the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Drakz!
The message was sent. Billy knows he has to reply.
* * *
It’s been a quiet evening for Billy. After their usual dinner together, Jenny retreated to her room and hasn’t shown her face since, not even to come down and watch some TV with her old man.
Billy sees that it is almost 11 p.m. so he wanders upstairs to check on Jenny. He stops outside the closed door of her bedroom and listens, hearing his daughter shout some very strange phrases.
“They’re bots!”
“We’re getting third partied from 215!”
“I’ll trade you bandos for minis.”
Billy knocks on the door but gets no response. He tries again harder and louder, still to no response. He doesn’t want to be the intrusive father who barges into his child’s room but it is her bed time and she is obviously not going to bed so he opens the door, putting on his mildly upset dad-face.
Jenny is at her desk on the computer wearing a pair of headphones that makes it clear why she didn’t hear him knock. Even now as he stands in the doorway she hasn’t noticed him.
Jenny: Hop on the quad. I’ll drive us into the zone.
Billy moves behind his daughter and looks over her shoulder to see that she is playing a video game. Apparently, she is a pink panda driving an ATV around the countryside with another pink panda (with angel wings?) riding shotgun and toting a rather large sniper rifle. It doesn’t make much sense to Billy.
Billy: What is this? Do I have to start monitoring your computer usage young lady?
Nothing. Jenny is too absorbed in her Fortnite game. The ATV launches up a ramp that appeared out of no where, a jet engine propelling it high into the air. The pink panda in back fires a shot with the sniper rifle.
Is this what modern warfare looks like to someone on acid?
Jenny: Woooooo! You hit those!
Billy taps Jenny on the shoulder. She jumps up out of her chair and spins around.
Jenny: Daddy! You scared the heck out of me!
Billy: Sorry Jenny. I was just checking up on you. It’s time for bed.
Jenny: Come on Daddy. I’m playing duos and we’re on a winning streak. Can’t I play some more?
Billy: It’s your bed time young lady. Save the game and finish it tomorrow.
Jenny’s face crumples in disgust.
Jenny: It’s Fortnite. You can’t pause the game.
Billy just looks at Jenny with his stern parent face.
Jenny: Pleeeeeaaaaassssseee?!?! I’m playing with Mesh! She’s streaming on Twitch too. We’ve got thousands of fans watching us.
Billy crosses his arms and tries to look even more stern.
Jenny: Oh Dad, this is monkaS. At least let me finish this game. We’re getting close to the final zone.
She glances at the screen and shrieks.
Jenny: Oh crap, we’re in the storm. I have to go Daddy. I’m dying in the storm!
Billy has no idea what any of this means. It’s English for sure but not any English he speaks. That makes him crack a smile. He remembers what it was like to speak a different language from his parents. The tables have turned and now its his turn to be the clueless old fart.
Billy: Okay, finish the game but then it’s off to bed. Tell Mesh I said hi and I’d appreciate it if she didn’t keep my daughter up past her bed time.
Jenny slaps the headphones back on and talks rapidly into the microphone, relaying Billy’s words to Mesh.
Billy starts to leave Jenny’s room but she shouts out to him.
Jenny: Hey Dad. Mesh says she’s sorry Mr. B. She forgot about the time zone difference.
Billy: Mr. B? You tell her if she calls me Mr. B again we’re gonna’ have a problem.
Jenny doesn’t hear him as she is now 100% back into the game.
Billy takes one last fond glance at his daughter, then quietly closes the door behind him.
If the worst thing she does is stay up late playing video games with the Good Vibe Tribe or whatever it is that Mesh calls her fan club, then Billy feels secure that he has done a good job as a parent… so far. All this despite the fact that he knows his daughter will be playing games with Mesh for at least another hour. He’ll check back after he’s finished watching The Daily Show and Colbert to make damn sure she gets to bed.
His mind wanders as he walks back downstairs, stopping by the kitchen to grab a snack.
Lila called earlier informing him that she had a match for him if he wanted it. He said yes. He’s getting used to the checks he is getting for fifteen minutes of wrestling. At Event Horizon, he will face off against Ryan “Needles” Payne. It’s not an opponent he looks forward to because so far all Needles has done is try to kill Mesh, Chris Priceless, and several others. The guy doesn’t need a reason to hurt people. He is one of those sickos who enjoys violence, both giving and receiving. It won’t be a wrestling match. It will be a fight.
Despite his reservations, Billy is ready. He’ll step into the ring with all the Needles of the world, endure whatever physical punishments they try to dish out, and know it is all worth it when he gets to help Jenny succeed in life.
While Needles is his next opponent, Billy soon forgets about him and goes back to Drakz. How dare he threaten Jenny. Drakz is the real danger. Needles is a thug. Drakz is an evil bastard who might actually try to carry out on his words.
Billy shivers at the thought of Drakz going anywhere near Jenny. It is something he simply cannot allow, no matter what he has to do to prevent it.
He reaches for his phone. He needs to vent and he knows a few friends who will be more than happy to listen and offer useful advice, not platitudes and clichés.
* * *
Billy: To those of us who didn’t come home!
It’s the traditional first toast Billy and his former Army comrades make every time they get together, a salute to friends lost in battle but never forgotten.
Sitting at the table in the back corner of the bar with Billy are three men he would trust his life with, in fact he did many times in the Middle East as they each saved the others lives on numerous occasions.
To his right is Robert Braxton, aka Stumpy, so named because of his barrel like stature. Short and stout, strong as an ox. After getting discharged he started a moving company which has grown to be one of the largest in New Jersey. It’s kept him in the same physical shape as his soldiering days even as he creeps into his fifties.
To his left is Da’Von Robinson, aka Hawkeye, so named because he was deadly accurate with a sniper rifle. He still enjoys sharpshooting, but now he exercises it by going bow hunting every fall. He only takes a dozen arrows, each of which he will only use once. Once they’re all used up, he goes home… whether he has made a kill or not. He’s gone home with a buck in the back of his pick-up every year for a decade. When he’s not terrorizing the deer population, he runs a butcher shop in central Pennsylvania that specializes in game meats.
Sitting across from Billy is Adam LaFleur, aka Speedy. Not so named because of any astounding speed as he isn’t very fast. No, for poor Adam, the nickname comes from a rather embarrassing incident at a whorehouse in Germany where he almost lost his virginity… “almost” being the key word. He eventually got it right and is now married with five kids, by far the most prolific procreator of the squad. He went into politics and was the mayor of a small Ohio town for two terms before he got tired of it and retired. Now he sells cars for his brother-in-law.
“Cheers and amen!”
As a group, they all drink from their mugs. The mood always lighten’s a little after the ceremonial toast. They refill their mugs from the pitcher, which is soon empty so Billy signals for a waitress to get more beer.
They exchange the usual small talk, updating each other on the latest and greatest happenings in their lives, all the while downing beer after beer. Billy is leading the pack in alcohol consumption, nearly doubling the intake of anybody else.
Stumpy: Sarge, aren’t you hitting it a little hard? Maybe you should slow down.
Billy: Bite me Stumpy. I want to get sh*tfaced so I’m gonna.
There are some slightly shocked faces as of them all, Billy was usually the one calling for moderation.
Hawkeye: Whoa there Sarge. You only drink like this when something’s bothering you? Why doncha’ get it off your chest?
Speedy: Yeah man. There’s nothing you can’t tell us. We got your back.
Billy takes another long swig of beer, then looks at the faces of the best friends he ever had looking back at him in anticipation. This is why he called the old squad together.
Billy: You guys know about my wrestling gig, right?
They nod their heads yes.
Billy: I thought it would be an easy way to get money for Jenny’s future, her college and such.
Billy takes another drink as his buddies watch and listen intently.
Billy: I’ve made enough to guarantee her a good future but I think I made a mistake. Jenny’s getting sucked into the wrestling… and not in a good way.
Stumpy: She’s just a kid. How is she a part of the WFW?
Billy: It’s WFWF. There are some not so nice people in the company. One of them… an arrogant English son of a b*tch… said some things. Made threats that to get at me he would do things to my Jenny.
The mood gets very serious. These are not men to be f*cked with. Going through hell and back has made them closer than most families. Every one of them feels about Jenny almost as intensely as Billy.
Hawkeye: He’s a dead man. Nobody f*cks with Jenny while we’re still kickin’.
They raise their glasses and drink in unison to the sentiment.
Billy: Hey now, this isn’t a war zone. We can’t just terminate a target even if he does deserve it.
Stumpy: So what are you gonna’ do?
Billy drinks more beer while thinking it over.
Billy: Well, I can’t just let it drop. I have to keep Jenny safe. But I need this job too. I can’t do anything stupid.
Hawkeye: Sarge, what you need to do is get nasty. You know what I mean.
All four of them nod knowingly. Some incidents are hard to forget.
Incidents like the time the humvee carrying them hit a mine and they had to fight off a bunch of rebels who were armed with pistols and hunting rifles. They killed them all, including the horses and camels they rode in on, in one of the most one sided fights in military history.
Incidents like the time they were providing security for a forward base camp and a suspected suicide bomber approached. Billy had to give the order and Hawkeye plugged him right between the eyes before he could get close enough to do any harm. The kid was barely out of puberty. His mother cradled the dead body while the soldiers watched on trying to remain stoic.
Incidents like searching abandoned compounds for weapons of mass destruction they knew they wouldn’t find and turning a blind eye to the spooks who counted empty gasoline barrels as “chemicals used for biological weapons”.
Incidents that made you sick to your stomach.
Incidents that gave birth to the squad slogan: Time to get nasty!
Because when you have to do something you don’t like the only way to get it done is to get nasty. Really butt ugly nasty.
Billy: You may be right. I can’t let this sit. I have to get nasty with Drakz, let him know Jenny is off limits.
Speedy drops his mug, spilling beer all over the table.
Speedy: Did you say Drakz?
Billy: Yep. Drakz threatened Jenny.
The look on Speedy’s face shows that he knows exactly who Drakz is… and he is suddenly not so gung ho.
Speedy: He’s a baaaad man. That’s one hell of an enemy to make.
Billy: The deed is done and there’s no going back.
Stumpy: Well f*ck this Drakz guy. Get nasty!
The men raise their glasses again, Speedy quickly grabbing the pitcher and raising it to join in.
“Get nasty!”
Hawkeye: You need to remind this a-hole that you are not to be f**ed with.
Billy: I do have match against another jackoff, Ryan “Needles” Payne. Doesn’t care about winning his matches. He just wants to hurt people. Injure them. Maim them. He’s a grade A psycho cut from the same mold as Drakz.
Stumpy: So you beat the hell out of this guy and let Drakz see what you can and will do for Jenny. Shock and awe the son of a b*tch.
Hawkeye: Hell yeah Sarge! Kick his sorry ass! Shock and Awe!
Another toast.
“Shock and awe!”
(It’s worth noting that at this point in time, they are getting quite loud and drawing wary glances from the other people drinking away whatever ails them. Probably not the greatest idea since the bar is frequented by bikers with bad attitudes but even they show the smarts to not bother the four veterans.)
Billy: Yeah, Needles gonna’ eat sh*t so Drakz can see that the Janitor ain’t no f*ckin’ joke.
Billy is quite drunk now, slurring his words and swearing far more than he usually does. Jenny’s not around to hear any of it though so the swear jar will not be getting fed.
Stumpy: Damn right! And if that don’t work, give us a call. We’ll be there ASAP to make sure Drakz gets the message loud and clear.
Billy: I hope it never comes to that but if it does… thanks guys. It’s good to know I can always count on you.
Another toast. Another pitcher of beer.
The drinking and talking continues for another hour or two, but the topic of Jenny, Drakz, and the WFWF doesn’t come up again. Eventually the four men depart the bar, sharing a taxi to get themselves safely home.
Billy is the first to be dropped off at his house, the others will continue on to the cheap hotel they are staying at. As he stands outside the house looking up at the window to his daughter’s room, then back at his friends in the taxi giving him one last muffled “Hoorah!” he smiles.
It’s good to have friends like them. He’ll try to protect Jenny on his own. It’s his duty as her father. But if he can’t, then the old squad will come together and get the job done.
F*** you Drakz.
F*** you Needles.
In Oakland they will be one and the same in Billy’s eyes. He will let them know you don’t f*ck with an Army Ranger, a father, or the f***ing janitor.
In Oakland it will be time to get nasty.
* * *
I feel bad for you Needles.
You are the wrong man in the wrong place at the wrong time.
See, a certain cocky Englishman wants to threaten my daughter… or threaten to threaten her… or some twisted sick sh*t like that.
Point is, my daughter’s name came out of his mouth in an unflattering way and it pissed me off.
Do what you will to me, I signed up for it. I’m ready to accept the consequences of my actions.
As far as I’m concerned there’s only one rule.
LEAVE MY DAUGHTER OUT OF IT!
Drakz is a sick f***.
Needles is a sick f***.
I don’t have a match against Drakz.
I do have a match against Needles.
That means Needles gets to be my example. I’m going to take all your psycho serial killer bullsh*t and throw it right back in your face because I have to send a message to Drakz.
What is the message?
Simple.
The truest sign of love isn’t being willing to die for someone.
It’s being willing to kill for someone.
I will kill for my daughter.
No hesitation.
No regrets.
I don’t know you Needles but it doesn’t matter.
Drakz made it personal.
I’m locked and loaded for battle like never before.
See you in Oakland Mr. Payne.
Be sure to thank the champ for the beating I’m going to give you.
I feel bad for you Needles.
You are the wrong man in the wrong place at the wrong time.
See, a certain cocky Englishman wants to threaten my daughter… or threaten to threaten her… or some twisted sick sh*t like that.
Point is, my daughter’s name came out of his mouth in an unflattering way and it pissed me off.
Do what you will to me, I signed up for it. I’m ready to accept the consequences of my actions.
As far as I’m concerned there’s only one rule.
LEAVE MY DAUGHTER OUT OF IT!
Drakz is a sick f***.
Needles is a sick f***.
I don’t have a match against Drakz.
I do have a match against Needles.
That means Needles gets to be my example. I’m going to take all your psycho serial killer bullsh*t and throw it right back in your face because I have to send a message to Drakz.
What is the message?
Simple.
The truest sign of love isn’t being willing to die for someone.
It’s being willing to kill for someone.
I will kill for my daughter.
No hesitation.
No regrets.
I don’t know you Needles but it doesn’t matter.
Drakz made it personal.
I’m locked and loaded for battle like never before.
See you in Oakland Mr. Payne.
Be sure to thank the champ for the beating I’m going to give you.