July 26th 2007 - 6:25 pm

"Just lay still .... you're pretty fucking lucky it didn't puncture no other area ..." she said, as she had finished bandaging me up.

She was a good friend that Chase had known for a long while. She luckily worked at the nearby hospital here in Harlem, as she was a nurse, but smart beyond the normal, and knew more than the actual workers knew. Chase had sat there in the chair across from where I was, as he just looked at me with a slight smirk.

"What's with the smirk, bro?

He just looked at me.

"Never thought I'd see you get caught up in some shit like this ..."

I nodded, agreeing with him.

"I didn't think so either, but my past came and easily tricked me. It won't be lucky too much longer!" I said, as I moved my arms, clenching my fist. Not advising Chase's friend advice, and keeping still as a screeching pain zoomed through my shoulder and arm, as I winced a little, quickly going into a slight freeze, keeping still as once told.

"Told your bitch ass to stay still ...." Chase commented, as I smirked.

"Shut up bitch, I'm trying to ..."

He slightly fanned me off, as I bit my lip, trying to stay still however with the thoughts and events that had transpired, it was impossible to stay fucking still. However, I just laid there, looking up at the ceiling.

"So .... you when you wanna' get this fucker back?" Chase asked.

"Whenever the hell I can get up back up ..." I said before taking a sigh.

"I'm so gonna kick the shit out of that "Buster Brown shoe wearing" Baxter and put him in his own grave."

"Just chill it out for tonight man ..."

He kept telling me to chill down, but the fact was that, "payback" was surely at the top of my brain, blocking the words of Chase's advise of "calming down and staying rested". A wounded arm wasn't bad, I still could knock a bitch out, I just wanted to take my hands, wrap them around the throat of Baxter and squeeze every bone out of his cheap-ass. Played the bad role, but was as timid as a fucking mouse being chased after a cat.

I need some fucking weed

I needed to be calmed really. They wasn't going to let me out. Those fuckers didn't know where I was. I just took a deep sigh, as I looked down to the carpeted floor, as I slightly shook my head, looking at the clock on the wall after a few measely seconds.

I am going to make it past midnight.

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What is next on the list?

Lets see last week was nothing but 'Child's Play'. Simply a child trying to play in a man's league. I tried to warn the kid, but he chose to live off of one glorious win, and fail to stay on focus. He tried, he tried, but in the end, his relentless mistakes cost him what could've been his greatest win ever. Somehow though, he seems to have one more chance. This time for gold, but when you really think about, between Speed and Spiros, who would you rather see with gold?

Neither of those two asses.

Spiros needs to know how to stay in his place, and Speed should just fucking die. He has no purpose no more. His role has run out long ago. Just say hello to your soon-to-be SCW Underground Champion. However, I have an obstacle in my way, at this moment and time. He thinks he's slick. He thinks he's Clark Kent.

Jay Gold will learn how to keep his fingers out the 'cookie jar'

I saw you last week, Jay. Pretty impressive. You come in to save a "Holly-Jolly" Hoe. What does that make you? Did you think you'd get away easily with spearing part of my family, bro? If you thought you were going to get away so easy, you must've been fucking dreaming. The end point of the arrow is now aimed onto you, waiting your very move. You done something you're very much going to fucking regret, kid. You may have been somewhat of icon here in SCW in the past, but now, your hopes of getting back on top has been buried.

I'm going to spear you .... right into fucking oblivion.

Jay Gold will be no more. You will end up like Spiros when I finish him off. You'll be spending the rest of your time, rolling back and forth in a wheelchair. You chose to do something without thinking or planning. Trying to play a hero comes with a price, bro. You my friend is "ground beef"

This is going to be a 'sparring session' ...

A few days before Apocalypse. I'm running highly performed. Counting down my foes each week that passes. Gold will be the next name added to the growing list, then following that, Speed and Spiros, will take another splat to the list. I know you're the mighty face of SCW. I'm the mighty heel of SCW, so far. The face will look strong in the beginning, but in the end, he'll slip up as always and the heel will prevail through the dirt and dust to claim victory. It's been like that ever since, and you're going to be the prime example of what I'm saying.

I hope you've changed your diapers, kid ...

I'm going to take honor in making you spew on yourself come the ring of the bell. Your heroic antics will not save you. Speed won't save you. Spiros can't. Not even the Arm Pit Crew. You're on your own. If you're expecting Liana to come and help you survive, .... [Chuckeles] ... You're fucking dumber than I thought. She didn't even thank Carrington for everytime we came out to help her prevail, you think she's going to treat you any different, Jay? Don't let her features take over your head, homeslice. If you do ....

It's simply game over ...