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D.o.M._2K8 presents: Episode 17 {Guadalupe, Arizona} {Monday, October 29th} {??:?? ??} ::SMACK!:: ::FWAP!:: 'FUCK! That hurt.' James thought to himself as he spit blood to the hardwood floor beneath him. ::BAM!:: James was helpless with his hands cuffed behind his back as he lay on the floor. The four men standing over him didn't smile, but they took as much pleasure from the beating as the could. "You told us that fight was rigged... You told us You was gonna walk out of HalloWicked2K7 Tag-Team Champion, Do you know how much money we lost because of you Caine?" The man in the red suit stepped forward and crouched before Caine's bleeding face. "Yea well, Shit happens don't it. A last minute change happened, there was nothing I could do." ::CRACK!:: ::CRACK!:: ::CRACK!:: ::CRACK!:: One of the three black suited men brought a Louisville Slugger hard into Caine. "Yea well some bad shit is happening to you right now ain't it Caine?" The man in the red suit said as he stood. "Look I'll make it up to~" ::BAM!:: A boot to Caine's temple from another man in black dazed the madman, who lay helpless on the floor. Blood leaked from his face like a siv, and his body was in no great shape either. "I'll pay you back persoanlly, what you lost, and then what you would've won... Ya just gotta quit fucken~" ::SMACK!:: ::SMACK!:: The last of the three black suits stepped in and socked Caine in the gut twice. "You know what, Fuck you guys. Ptwoo. I ain't payin you shit! If you're gonna fucken kill me, just fucken do it, I don't have all day to sit here staring at your ugly~" ::FWAP!:: ::FWAP!:: ::FWAP!:: The man in the red suit delivered three hard kicks to Caine's ribs, before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet and slamming him into a chair. "You must think you're funny boy. Because you sure got a funny mouth." "Yea, and you gotta funny face." The three men in the black suits delivered a multitude of shots to Caine's ribs, face, and legs, before the man in red grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his face "We don't need a comedian..." Caine spit a wad of blood into the man's face, "That's what your mom said before I fucked her brains out" One of the men in the black suits stepped forward, "I don't think he's gonna cooperate with us boss." "Oh yes he will!" The man in the red suit said taking a drag from the cigarette he had been smoking and smashing it out on Caine's neck. 'AAAAHHHH FUCKING CHRIST!! Why do I get myself into this shit...' James thought to himself rather than scream at the pain, and give his assailants the satisfaction of hearing him scream. "Are ready to play nice, or do we have to punish you some more." The man in red smiled as he threw Caine's head back into the chair, and lit another cigarette. "Gimme......A....Smoke....." "What was that?" "Give me... a Cigarette......... and I'll give you what you want." The man in red smiled as he pulled his pack of Camel, Turkish silver's, from his coat pocket and shoved one into Caine's still bleeding mouth. He lit the cigarette and James took a nice long drag as the red suit replied,"Ya see boys, a little force, a little push....Hell a little storke ad ya get what ya want....Now. I believe you owe us, a total....Combining our losses, and what we should've won....$972,000 Caine." 'You mean to tell me I could've paid these assholes off four hours ago and saved myself all this? Fuuuuuuck.' James thought to himself as he continued to try and slither a hand from the cuffs. "So you're going to give us our money right?" "Soon as you take me to the bank and untie me..." "I was thinkin more along the lines of your house." A man in black suddenly fell over, dead in front of Caine, a tire iron stuck into the back of his skull. The man in red turned to look over his fallen thug, and see a man about six-foot-four, with long, stringy brown hair to his shoulders. The man was exceedingly well built, and stepped into the scene holding a large pipe. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? " "I'm the King of Extreme....and that's my partner." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {Tempe, Arizona} {Wednesday, October 31st} {10:00 PM} (James Caine, six foot nothing, two hundred and thirty nine pounds, is seen sitting on the front stoop of his two story, and a whole helluva lotta square foot mansion smoking a cigarette with a camera on him.) Johnny Davis is the first man... to open his fucking mouth huh... And look at what he had to say to me.... Some lame ass bullshit about being a veteran who acts like I, the legendary madman, haven't been everyhere he has? That's ...ha-ha, That's fucken funny, because he stated on his little MTV cribs episode that he was a rookie in 1997.... While if he knew half of what the fuck he was talking about... He'd know I was a rookie one year earlier than that, in 1996. Punk can't even do some homework, how's he expecting to get through the James Caine school of Hard knocks Monday Night? So that shuts up Pretty boy on that. Now let's move on to his next great display of insults... Asking my woman, about him being an extreme legend in the ring. Wow... You're kinda dumb ain't ya pretty boy? One: I don't have a woman, because like you... I'm a whore and sleep with lots of women. Two: EVEN IF...I did have ONE woman... what the fuck would she know about you, or how you work in the ring? You think women actually listen to a damn word you have to say? They don't.... and I know they don't because once you're done pleasuring yourself with them, they come to me to get what you couldn't give them...I'll leave what that is unspoken, because I do like to think of the children...... sometimes. So Mr. Pay per view, who I get to knock not only the fuck out, but off the top of the world... Instead of throwing insults...maybe you could go workout in that nice big gym you got. I'll go work out in mine, and Monday Night... I'll turn you from Pretty boy Playboy.... to my personal Playtoy. I mean hell son, you can see the picture in the poster Flyboy, You can see the scars on my back. I could take my shirt off, easy ladies, right now and show you one from damn near every match I've been in. You think sixty four is a big number pal, try three hundred and something I'm too stoned to remember right now. Yea, I have my own website, the facts are there... OH WAIT! That would mean you'd actually have to do work. And you know what Else Pretty boy... I could call the EWA networks MADMAN TV, or MTV for short and take you all on a tour of my mansion, show you all of my old titles, and photos, and trophies, and fine cars... But... I'm not like that... You see I'm more of what you'd call a... man of action. Alas, I've forgotten your partner... Vic... You already know damn well I've got your number. I've had your number since UWW, when I laid down for you...Yea you remember, right before I hopped up and kicked you through the wall of that cage? Of course you remember, it almost put you into retirement, and then you won the UWC World title. The belt vacated by me, in the event of my death....so you were robbed of your revenge...yet again. Yea... there's a little factoid a lotta people just seem to overlook... I've been dead before, and that Steroid inflated monster Vic Powers is a witness to it. I digress, getting back to Powers... At HalloWicked Powers and I were on a team once again... This week, Kaige and I are a team once again. So on one side of the ring I've got a partner... On the other side of the ring I've got a partner... I've got friends all over, and then there's Johnny Davis. For a guy who's got nothing against me, he runs his mouth like he does. And Monday Night... I'm gonna shut it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {Guadalupe, Arizona} {Monday, October 29th} {??:?? ??} James knuckles cracked against the man in red's face pushing his nose into his face, as the blood ran down his own. Behind him Kaige was fighting off the two men in black, he smashed one into a nearby hydraulic lift and turns in time to sidestep and send the second man into a pile of tires. What started as a shakedown in guadalupe had turned into a good old fashioned brawl inside of the run down old ar garage what was normally a front for a dog fighting, and drug smuggling building. On the outside it was an abandonded garage. On the inside it was just the same, tires, grease, oil stains, and tools were scattered about. The heavy scent of gasoline hung in the air, mixed with a slight scent of rubber and the facade was complete. Inside, outside....In James opinion they took the word cover too seriously for their operation, and needless to say it was underneath that things were 'unclean' as it were. James grabbed the back of the expensive red suit and began hammering shots into the bottom of the man's sternum, before pulling his head up and headbutting him into the wall of the Garage office. Kaige meanwhile had rediscovered his large pipe and swung it like a baseball bat straight across one black suited jaw. The man's head snapped to the side and a multitude of snapping bones were heard. "C'mon James, we an work this out can't we.... I mean, shit happens right? It's just business..." The man in the red suit trembled with fear as he inched his way along the office wall and in front of the dusty old window. "Yea well Paul... Some bad shit's about to happen to you, and it's not business.... It's pleasure." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {Tempe, Arizona} {Tuesday, October 30th} {03:24 AM} ::Bzzt, Bzzt:: ::Bzzt, Bzzt:: (The red neon Johnny Rocket's sign flickered against the red-orange glow of the nighttime city lights that slowly ran their last ounces of energy, and flickered in the night themselves. Within the all night fifties diner in downtown Tempe, sat Corbin Kaige, and a banged up James Caine. The smell of coffee and bacon as some nineteen fities rock song provided a soft ambient background.) "You know, you're a hard mother fucker to track down?" Kaige said as he sipped at his lukewarm coffee. Sipping at his own cup, James didn't respond. "So you gonna tell me why those gangsters were beating the shit out of you, or is that just another one of your secrets?" "Well the short version is... a couple of weeks ago I was forced to get in close with them to get out of some unpaid parking tickets an officer busted me with after catching me speeding. So I fed them some good gambling info, that Captain Tees blew to hell at HalloWicked. Needless to say, tonight didn't go as well as I hoped it would have not to long ago, and now I'm gonna have some explaining to do to some officers tomorrow, as well as probably move to my summer home in northern Michigan for a while to make sure the assholes don't try to nact some kind of payback." "That was the short version?" "Yea, and where the fuck is the bacon I ordered twenty fucken minutes ago?" James said as he sipped his own coffee. Kaige just adjusted his posture before responding. "Relax, it'll probably take em a little while to cook over a full pound of bacon... You know you keep eatin that shit like you do and it'll kill ya." "If I don't do it myself first..." James responded quickly as he removed a cigarette from his pack and slide the ashtray in front of him. "Fucking Tees... " The Mad hatter muttered as he lit his menthol. The waitress promptly approached the table, "Sir, You're going to need to put that out." "If I can't smoke in here, then why the bloody fucknugget are there ashtrays on the damn tables?" Caine said showing the woman the ashtray before him and then pointing out the ashtrays on the other tables.. Kaige snickered at Caine's comments as the woman straightened herself, "Those are simply for looks, not use. Arizona is trying to become a smoke free state, because it's what's health~" James Caine sets the still lit cigarette in the ashtray, stands up, and removes his shirt turning his back to the waitress. "Okay you see all those scars?" "Ye--Yes." she stutters hesitantly. "Okay great... Now do you think I honestly give a flying spunky fuck about health? And before you go saying something dumb like it's for the health of others, let me add this. For every scar on my body, I've put two on someone else." Kaige has broken down to laughter as Caine turns and replaces his shirt, sits back down, and picks up his smoke. "Now don't just stand there woman go help them kill the pig in the kitchen." "Pig?" she stutters hesitantly. Kaige has broken down to laughter as Caine turns and replaces his shirt, sits back down, and picks up his smoke. "Yea, the one they have to kill so they can cook my fucken bacon I ordered almost forty fucken minutes ago!" "Sir, you need to not worry about your bacon, and worry more about putting out that cigarette" the waitress refines her resolve. Kaige stands motioning for Caine to sit as he puts a hundred dollar bill into the woman's receipt book pocket."Look just go get his bacon to go, and we'll get out of your hair."The woman nods to him and shoots an angry glare at James who returns it with a wink, and a smile, before she storms back to the kitchen. "No smoking... What the fuck is that... That's as much bullshit as Stilletti and Dunnucci winning Sunday night." Caine says as he finishes his smoke not more than forty seconds after the waitress had left. Kaige is holding a wad of bills and looking at it questioningly for a moment and then to James,"Should we leave a tip?" Caine grabs a napkin and scribbles something on it with a red pen he removes from his pocket. He finishes writing and tosses the napkin in the middle of the table. "Yea, there... she's gotta tip. Ya know we could take those tag team titles if you weren't World champ." James says as he stands from the booth. Kaige stands and puts on his jacket,"I could drop this belt anytime Jac." "Yea, right. And I can go gay." Both men enjoy a good laugh as they approach the register and pick up James Bacon, before leaving the diner. {Fine`?} 
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