“Mother fucker!”
Jay rubbed his bare ass as he hopped around on the spot. Seth, Cody and Jay were all in the backyard. As to why Jay had his pants down, they are determining who gets the last Corona in the cooler next to them. Cody was standing next to Seth with a big bag of ice down the back of his pants. Jay turned his back to Seth, putting into view several lines of blood tricking down from his olive-coloured buttocks. Seth readied the rifle in his hands as Jay leaned forward to rest his hands on his knees.
“One more and you’re in the lead,” Seth shouted from about twenty feet behind Jay. He kept his head down but raised a thumb in the air to acknowledge what Seth had said. With Jay’s mind focusing elsewhere Seth took a few steps up before firing mere inches from flesh. As Seth bellowed with laughter Jay dropped to the ground and rolled around in pain.
“I felt that hit my fucking tailbone!” he shouted in agony. Cody, who had several pellets lodged in his backside, found it rather amusing as well. It took a few minutes but Jay finally managed to get to his feet and pull his pants up. Seth had already set the rifle next to the lawn chair nearby and opened the ice chest.
“Seven. Not bad at all,” he admitted.
“You’re up,” Cody informed Seth.
“Yeah. Let’s see you beat that,” Jay challenged. Digging deeper past the lone Corona sitting on top Seth pulled out a bottle of Molsen Canadian. Cody’s and Jay’s jaws dropped. He popped off the top and took a long draw from the bottle.
“Sorry guys, I’m covered,” he said as he headed for the house.
“I took six pellets for that when you had Canadian beer all long?” Cody shouted very irritated. Of course, Jay wasn’t pleased either.
“This was your fuckin’ idea, cabron!” Jay shouted. It was then that he noticed the rifle leaning next to him. He cocked it and aimed it at Seth. “Get your ass back here. We’ve got some shooting to do.”
“Alright,” Seth said as he raised his arms in the air. He slowly turned around then slowly sat the beer down on the ground. He looked rather annoyed that he didn’t take the rifle with him and began walking towards Jay. “There’s just one thing I need to ask you before you pull that trigger.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Jay asked while taking aim.
“Do you feel lucky, punk?” Seth asked as he spit on the ground beside him. Behind Jay Cody was kicking a tumbleweed across the yard while whistling. The camera switched back and forth between the two men, getting closer to their eyes each time. Finally, Jay pulled the trigger. To his surprise there was nothing but an empty click.
“What the fuck?” he whispered aloud. He tried again and again but got the same result. He looked at the gun then to Seth and panicked when he saw him with another pellet gun.
“Yee haw, mother fucker!” Seth shouted as he charged. Jay dropped the rifle and took off in the other direction with Seth in pursuit. The only thing louder than the gun was the maniacal laughter coming from Seth as the camera zoomed out overhead.
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“Having fun, babe?” Seth asked as he pushed Jalie on a swing. They were at a small park near their home. Jalie held onto a chain with one hand and wrapped her arm around the other so as to eat the sandwich she had.
“Yeah,” she giggled. She took a chunk out of the sandwich and began laughing out loud as she swung back and forth. Both Thomas’ had genuine smiles on their faces for the first time in some while, which was a rather nice sight. Despite popular belief, there were no real troubles between the two Thomas’. Sure there were problems, just not with each other. Jalie had quite a bit going on inside her head that has become public knowledge as of late. Seth, on the other hand, had just been rather emotionless when it came to most things. Some may say he’s just a heartless bastard; in fact, there are a large number of people that would contest that. On the other hand, people may say that there is, indeed, problems between the couple. Either way Seth would have one thing to say about it - People can fuck off.
“Are you holding on?” Seth asked. After Jalie realized he was probably up to no good she tensed up slightly.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked. Seth didn’t respond. Instead of just merely pushing his wife, he kept a hold of her waist and ran right underneath her on the way through. The sandwich dropped to the ground and a shrilling shriek let loose as Jalie found herself swinging several feet in the air. This terrified her and she clung to the chains for dear life. Seth stood in front of her and tried to slow her down but every time he reached out for her one of her boots kept getting closer to his head.
“If you quit kicking I can make you stop,” he pleaded. It didn’t seem to work as this time her foot knocked off the hat that was on his head.
“If you weren’t being an asshole I wouldn’t be going like this in the first place,” she said with another kick of her foot. This time Seth grabbed her ankle with both hands and yanked. Jalie came clean off the swing and landed right in Seth’s arms. Her eyes were wide with surprise at first before looking at Seth. “That was cool,” she began, “but you’re still an asshole.” As Seth set her down she kicked him in the shin and took off for the monkey bars.
“God damn it!” Seth said with clenched teeth as he hobbled around. Jalie stopped momentarily to stick her tongue out at him then continued on her way. A grin grew across Seth’s face and he gave chase. A high-pitched squeak escaped from Jalie once she realized her husband was almost behind her.
“Asshole, asshole, asshole,” was what she kept saying until she reached the metal contraption. Leaping into the air, she grabbed onto one of the bars and swung around. As Seth ran up to her she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his head.
“Hey…” was all Jalie could understand from the little ramble Seth went on. With him distracted she swung her lags back down and planted both feet in his chest, putting him on his ass. She flung herself up on top and giggled.
“You poor excuse of a Canuck!” she bellowed down at him. With the rather large smirk on her face she was obviously trying to provoke him. He stood up and brushed his ass off then made for her.
“We’ll see how much you can giggle when I get a hold of you,” he teased as he made his way up to where she was. Once he was up there Jalie’s smirk immediately turned into a pout.
“Aww, come on. You wouldn’t tickle lil’ me, would you?” she pouted. This was a tactic used quite often when she bit off more than she could chew. She knew she could get away with anything when she did it, and this was no exception. Seth made like he was going to tickle her but instead leaned in and kissed her. Knowing she had succeeded she slipped down through the bars. This was when she noticed the little table and chair set made out of wood next to the water fountain. Under a small plane of plexiglas there was a metal checker/chess board attached to the table.
“Pretty neat, isn’t it?” Seth asked as he walked up behind her. There was one problem - no pieces.
“Too bad we don’t have any chess pieces or something,” she sighed. She leaned her head back against Seth’s chest as he looked around on the ground.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said as he walked off to the side, almost causing Jalie to fall backwards. She got her balance and watched as Seth began picking things up off the ground and setting them on the table. “You can use the big wood chips, I’ll use the broken twigs.” he said as he set them up on the table. Jalie’s face lit up and she took a seat across from Seth. Seth was the only person to see her like this. To everybody else she had this wall blocking all her emotions, except anger of course. Things were different when it was just her and Seth. It was as though she could be herself without fear of anything bad happening to her. All they knew was that if you mentioned Jalie’s ‘soft side’ to anybody else they’d laugh at you and call you a liar. One thing was for sure - they weren’t worried about anything at this moment.
“I wanna go first!” Jalie demanded. Of course Seth didn’t care, this was the way things usually went.
“How about we make a little wager?” Seth inquired. Judging by the look on his face Jalie knew what he was getting at. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.
“And what could your stipulations possibly be?” she asked with a large amount of sarcasm. Jalie saw him eyeing the area between two large trees earlier, which seemed to give off ample cover. As predicted, Seth nodded his head over to that very area. Usually Jalie countered with some sort of chore she knew Seth absolutely hated then enjoyed watching him do it while having on as little clothing on as possible. This time, however, she was feeling rather bold. “Same here,” she stated, much to Seth’s excitement.
“Fuckin’ eh!” he shouted as he swiped all of his pieces off the table. Wasting no time he picked Jalie up over his shoulder and headed for the trees.
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Capital Punishment.
I know those words all too well. As you saw on Shockwave, not only was I involved in the first ever House of Pain match, I also lost my World Heavyweight championship as well. And it figures on who went on to win the match.
Fuckin’ Walsh.
I’m the only man who will have already competed in one of these matches. Will it put me to an advantage? No. There are no advantages in a match like this. One thing I will remember this time around, though, is to not hurl myself though a sheet of glass.
It fuckin’ hurts.
But I have what looks like one more stop in the road before then. I get to face Aiden Morag of the Triumvirate. I’m not going to lie, it’ll be quite the pleasure watching him in the confines of the Renegade Clutch. Although he doesn’t appear to be Walsh’s right hand man at the moment, it doesn’t take away from the sweetness of it all. I hope you’ll be watching this, Walshy-poo. I want you to see everything I do to Aiden and keep in mind, at the very back, that it’s going to come around to you again. I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but I’m going to make sure you remember what I’m capable of.
Mark my words.
But I’ll be content for the present time in dealing with Aiden. Much to the manner I did with Breeden the week before, I’m going to come out of this match one step closer and one rung higher to the one thing we’re all here for - the Universal title. Not only am I going to make history by being the only man to compete in both House of Pain matches, I’ll do so when I become the first man to hold the RWA World Heavyweight and Universal championships. One of the many things I have left to add to my list of accomplishments.