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Book XI: Chapter X7 "Look at this Gordie... Look at the ring... Draco doesn't even stand a chance... Look at that... Hee is bloodied beyond recognition... He is helpless in the ring and Coke Kid hasn't even thrown so much as one freakin punch! It's GREAT! Caine is manhandling one half of Team MYFLLA!" Burst said from his position next to me, and he was right. There in the ring was a bloodied Draco, crawling on all fours grasping at the blue jeans shorts of the CokeKid. Begging for mercy as James Caine moved to the middle turnbuckle. "What the hell is Caine doing?" I said into my mic. "Proving his point! HE IS BETTER THAN DRACO! BAM!" And with that Caine lept from the ropes and impaled his heels into the back of Draco's neck slamming his face to the mat. Draco flinched just a bit, but other than that he didn't move. "Psycho DRIVE FALCON! Didja see that? UTTER AND COMPLETE PWNGE! DRACO IS FUCKING DEAD! HAHA! I TOLD YOU THIS WAS GONNA BE A ONE SIDED MATCHUP! You tried to disagree....but NO! You're wrong! And I'm RIGHT! HA!" Nick screams in my ear as Caine puts a single foot upon Draco's chest. The referee drops into place and Counts. "1...2....OH MY GOD! Draco Kicked....PSYCHE! 3!!! HAHAHAHAA! I told you so! You owe me Fifty Bucks! Because I was RIGHT! And you were WRONG!!! That's Right Falcon...James Caine is better than Draco will ev~" I sat straight up in my bed a cold sweat streaming from my forehead. Breathing heavy, I stumbled over my thoughts. "What's the matter Gordie? Bad dream?" Shannon said from beside me. "God... it was horrible...." I said as I sunk next to her, and gently she stroked my head. "Tell me about it..." she said softly. "Nick... He was....RIGHT!" "Ugh!" She said and pushed me back to my side. "You think more about him than you do me... Go sleep with Nick if you love him so much then!" "Oh yea, you really fucking love me... Left me all alone with that skank Jackie to call tonights Addiction..." Nick said as he burst into my room. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed sitting straight up in bed. "GO TO SLEEP!" Shannon said from beside me. "Yea, You totally skipped out on me and I thought you were dead, actually I was kinda hopin..." He said as he moved towards the window, and my hand moved slowly to my nightstand. "Yup... One good thing about it though...You didn't have to be there tonight to hear me tell you you were WRONG! James Caine is better than Draco, and tonight he proved it... ALL....Over...." *BOOM!* *BOOM!* "Nickolas Burst will never prove me wrong..." I said as I moved the gun from Shannon's temple, and to my own mouth. *BOOM!* -------------------------- "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" I sat straight up in bed, with sweat pouring down my forehead. The sweat was freezing, and that was a nightmare. The whore next to me rubbed my back. "What's the matter DK? Did you have a bad dream?" "Yea...my color commentary just went crazy and killed each other..." I answered her still sitting straight up in bed. "God damn, and they told me I was nuts..." James Caine said as he strutted into the room. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I said as I looked to him. "What the fuck are you talking about? DK? What's that supposed to mean?" The whore exclaimed from the hotel bed beside me. "She can't see me Kid... I'm a figment of your imagination...That's just how good I am... " he said as he leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. "You're a crazy bitch..." I said to him as I moved my hand to the cool side of the pillows. "I'm a crazy bitch? I'm a Crazy bitch? Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?" The wore screamed from beside me. *BOOM!* *BOOM!* "Fuck both of you..." I said moving the gun to my temple. "I'll kill OWF if I have to kill myself..." *BOOM!* --------------------- "MMMMHHHAA" came the muffled cry from within the body cast. "CJ? Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?" The luscious blonde nurse with a size double d chest bent over and asked the OWF president who was convieniently stuck in a body cast. CJ managed to signal a thumbs down, and the nurse stood straight with a confused look on her face. "Was it a good dream?" She asked him. CJ motioned for his pen, and the blonde bent forth. She placed the pen in his partially free hand and he scribbled something onto the paper after eyeing her cleavage momentarily of course. [goo....dk......nb..........gf.....kll........ded..........:)] "DK... NB....and GF were all killed? Dead?" the nurse asked and CJ smiled. The nurse simply shook her head and walked from the room. James Caine tipped his hat as he entered, and took a long hard look at the blondes... Ungh hmm... Assests. "WOW!... If only I could get some treatment like that eh C... Man I tell ya....Hey what kind of insurance you got? Oh nevermind...I figured after that bad accident ya had.... well....You might wanna catch up on what ya been missin out... Oh yea... I got ya somethin too." He said and he stepped back out of the room, only to re-enter the room with what else... A mop. He drops the mop directly onto CJ's chest. From there he moves to the VCR and inserts a tap. "ahh... there we go... " Let's just fast forward to the important parts..." Caine presses the fast forward button on the remote as he has a seat right on one of CJ's casted feet. CJ moans in pain, but Caine pays him no mind, as he presses play. "So this was last week... If you look closely you can see the blood dripping from Draco's nose as his face bounces right off the mat. OH! Isn't that pretty. Right there... Better... Where did he get off even thinking that he could beat both me and Seraph.. and then we have last night... Oh that was beautiful...Happend just like I said it would too. " Caine presses the fast forward after watching Himself and Seraph overwhelm and dismantle a SLIGHTLY WINDED Draco. He continues to hold the fast forward, and straight through the September 3rd edition of Addiction, right up to the point at which Draco is skipping merrily to the ring with Robo Betsy hot on his heels. He is passing out some cheap paper baseballs and taking checks from fans in rags. He prances to the ring, and around it continuing his trend and just as he reaches the steps 'Getting away with murder' by Papa Roach fills the arena. The lights went black. James Caine steps directly through a freezing blue mist, and walks briskly down the rampway. He ignores objects being thrown at him and just slides in the ring, his eyes never once leaving Draco. He performs a couple push ups, then hops to his feet. He moves to the corner never turning his back to Draco once, as he hops to the middle rope and extends his arms outward, lowering his forearms and pointing his middle fingers downward. James then points to Draco, hops to the mat and steps forth, throwing harsh insults towards the skinnier of men. Draco walks 'Lightly' to the center to be met with a stiff right by Caine, who quickly goes on the offensive. The bell doesn't ring until Coke Kid rushes down the ramp and joins in the curb stomping of Draco which doesn't end until he is crawling around on his hands and knees in the single bloodiest moment in OWF history. Draco grasps for Coke kid's shorts as CJ's eyes are as wide as lightbulbs. Just as Caine climbs to the second turnbuckle The television turns off, and Caine turns back to CJ. "Well I guess you get the point... I mean that was pretty painless and simple right? I'm so much better than Draco. It's not an ego, it's common sense... I mean damn... that right there last night proved it, and with you not there to clean up the mess...what else might've happened to your Two champions? Damn... Guess you'll just have to wait and see huh..." Caine begins to laugh as the nurse reenters the room. "Oh...looks like it's time for your intravenous...I'll leave you to alone..." caine says with a wink, and exits the room as CJ begins to scream. ------------------------------- I sat straight up from my coffin. "Fucking Christ..." That guy doesn't ever shut up, or stay on track... Thank the powers that be that was only a dream..." I said as I rubbed my temple. "Oh you wish it was a dream, but feel the cut over your eye pretty boy. Go ahead and touch the swelling over your other eye... I fucked your world up last night, and now here you are still havin nightmares about it." Caine said as he stepped through the door and socked me straight in my mouth. "That's right Dracey-poo... BAM!" He cocked my jaw again with his fist, and I just glared at him. A piece of my fang chipped I just spit it to the ground as I took a quick glance at the date. Only the 30th... That match hadn't happened yet. What a fucking moron. " Hey asshole... you touch me again and I'll fucking kill you before our match... this is your nightmare now... That match hasn't even happened yet... or did you not get the memo. Here's a copy of the script...That's you on the ground when Angel and Aph bust in and destroy both you and the Cokehead." I say and toss him my copy of the script. He takes a moment to read it over then throws it down. That's total bullshit, Fuck this... I'm just gonna fuckin..." He starts and moves to swing on me again, but before he can I move and gouge his throat, tearing it from his neck. "You're a tool, and I... am better than ... Get it right... PRETTY BOY!" ---------------------------- I sat straight up from my bed. There was no sweat only a brief moment of confusion, and the raised question of how much did I smoke? "You okay?" came Ivy's soft voice from my right. Yea...just a dream... that's all..." I said as I cuddled next to the beautiful blonde and drifted back to sleep knowing that all was well with the world. I was back... and larger than life. Ego trip? No... honesty binge. |DOM Presents: PsychoIII| |
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