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DIRTY MANIFESTO
"Seth Dryden"

No Cash Value's foundation is weak as fuck?  What a break though in a thought process.  Ole Dryden really broke the brain banks thinking up this one.  If I had a midget for every time someone has called the foundation of No Cash Value weak I'd have enough to start a midget Army and still kick your ass.  Hell, if I had a midget for every time some jackass said "Fill in the blank stable's foundation is weak" I'd have enough midgets to fill up the grand canyon.  Dryden, you really believe in your mind that the foundation of No Cash Value is weak, why, because you're not in it anymore?  You, fresh off losing to Bronwen at Northern Xposure, lecturing me on the weak links of NCV?  Kudos man.  Let's talk about the foundation of NCV.  It's me.  It's Bronwen.  Two people you haven't beaten.  Two people that beat you a time or two.  Anthony Vitone and Mike Bessette should be the least of your worries.  Moreover, whatever cracked foundation you imagine the No Cash Value having was made before you were cut loose.

James Gemini weakened the foundation of No Cash Value, getting rid of you and your diseased greedy ways strengthened it.

You think I'm scared shitless because there's a chance Johnny getting thrashed had anything to do with you?  Nah bitch, it had jack shit to do with you.  It had everything to do with Brett and his mouth.  The same guy that hates the fuck out of you.  He wanted to give me an ultimatum.  He was ready to turn his back on No Cash Value right then and there if I continued to associate with a foul little twat like you.  In that respect it had to do with you.  As far as Johnny's concerned though, he was taken out because I knew deep down that he'd never turn his back on his cousin.  I guess blood is thicker than water, isn't it?  At least Johnny backs Brett up when the chips are down.  What does my buddy Seth Dryden do?  Oh, he puts on a mask and attacks me and Bronwen.  Yeah buddy, you should really keep talking about who's scared while you wear your dorky assed Gemini mask.  Tell the whole fucking world how scared I am of Seth Dryden or James Gemini or whatever the fuck else you're calling yourself today.

Seth, this is not a scooby doo mystery.  Pulling off your mask and blaming the kids for messing things up for you does not cut it.  Don't you remember what the fuck happens to the Old Man and his haunted amusement park?  He gets fucking arrested.  Scooby Doo and Shaggy keep on chooglin and being brave little detectives while the Old Man simply ceases to have meaning.  That's what you are Seth Dryden, you're just another bad guy in the story of The Dirty Dog.  No amount of belittling of my new band of detectives will save you.  Not even ghost pirates can save your ass right now sucka.

And before you get all hot and bothered man, you are not DEATHMACHINE.

So you want to go talking about what I use to resemble?  Want to talk about where I've gone astray?  Ok, History buff, let's talk about that.  I promise I won't do to you what you did to Havoc.  I will not make shit up about US.  You fucking rube.  So, History lesson.  Remember in RWA man?  Remember House of Pain?  Remember what you told me then?  You told me the same things you're telling me now.  You're worthless Shane, you use to be somebody, you could have been a contender.  Yeah, we're in the same spot we were then only now I'm the one with a title.  This time it's Fight One.  This time this title means something and you're going to tell me I don't match up anymore?  Ha.  Remember me then?  Remember when I took you down?  Remember the three count?  Remember how it felt to trade in the Universal Title for the scrap title?  Remember when you became number two?  Yeah.  It's that time again pal only this time I'm number one and you, well you're the guy who can't even beat Bronwen even though according to you, she use to resemble something worth while too.  That's your whole fucking schtick man and it's wearing dangerously thin.  One of these days you're going to have to admit that you never really cared enough.  Yeah, you care about you, but man, you don't even RESEMBLE that wrestler I beat in RWA.  You're a sad sack jerkoff who can no longer take the heat.  Hell, it's gotten so bad that you fucking RESEMBLE James Gemini.

Don't get caught up in who created No Cash Value.  Don't worry about what it use to mean and how it use to be ran.  See, you weren't allowed into this new No Cash Value because I require something more out of my NCV Soldiers these days.  Don't fret, this has nothing to do with High Society.  I'd have 'em back if I felt that Brett and I could ever see eye to eye again.  You are nothing like Johnny or Brett.  Both of them still have heart and a goddamn back bone.  This new No Cash Value or as I like to call it: No Cash Value Version 2, is better than the original.  Just like the original however it will produce the number one contenders for the Universal Title and you know what?  Bessette, Vitone, and Bronwen all have the same uncanny ability to recognize opportunity and go for it.  When they deserve a shot at the title they'll get it.  Just like the title shot Bronwen earned she'll get it again.  So go on and on about Bessette and Vitone and their records but realize that just like me and Bronwen, they can be trusted to do what needs to be done for No Cash Value.  The day you see Bessette or Vitone trying to get at me while wearing a mask, you're damn certain it's Halloween.

I know what it's all about for you though Dryden, the center stage.  Yeah.  You're the boxer, you're the card player, you're the name caller.  You use to run shit back in SFT so that gave you an ego.  I can see that.  Hell, you were pretty bad ass in RWA too.  Even bigger ego.  Now that I think about it, you've been big just about everywhere you've been.  Once again though the only thing you can remember are the titles you've held.  You don't have the foggiest clue who put you there.  It was never you Dryden.  It was never you.

You don't appreciate anything anymore.  You rehash the same bullshit and spit it at me.  I must say there is something you've done that pleases me.  You proved to me that Shawn Walsh is not the lowliest piece of shit in Fight One.  You've proven yourself to be the slime Brett said you were.  Johnny was right about you too.  I know too that one day Brett and Johnny will be back into the ranks of No Cash Value, just give them some time. 

You though Dryden, the only thing you have to talk shit on me about is my thought process when I decided it would be a good idea to let you join No Cash Value.

It's over bitch.

Eat a dick.

DIRTY AMERICAN DREAM
"Masks and deception. continues"
 

“She’s no fun, I hoped she’d join in.” Dominique giggles.

“You fucken bish.” I drool.

Dominique hops off me and starts gathering her things.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m ruining your life.” Dominique smiles, “Little by little. Kiss that title goodbye buck-o.”

I finally get my hand balled up into a fist.

“Come here, I need to tell you something.” I whisper.

“What?” She asks.

“Come here…” I moan.

She does and as soon as that bitch is within range I send the best right cross up into her chin and send her back flat on her naked ass. She screams!

“You hit me!” She cries, “You hit a woman! I own your car now too!”

Oh this bitch just stepped over the line, “Fuck you!” I say, pushing myself up with my one good arm. I fling my head to the left and drool some more and grunt. Damn, yesterday the champion of the mother fucking Universe and now I Am Sam.

Dominique wiggles her front tooth and it sickly comes out with a crunch, “You mother fucker.” Her eyes grow wide.

“Ha ha, you look soooo stupid.” I drool, flinging my numb arm into her face. She falls over.

Bronwen throws the door open and shakes her head at the scene.

“I forgot my keys.” She says.

I look up and laugh a drooly one, “Wait babeh.” I slur.

“No.” Bronwen collects her keys from the desk and heads back to the door, she looks back at me as Dominique leaps ontop of me, “Good day.”

“BRONWEN!”

“I’m gonna bite your fucking ear off!” Dominique lunges forward and latches onto my ear with her teeth!

“YOW!” I scream!

I grab hold of her tit and twist the shit out of it until she lets go. I grab at my ear as she grabs her tit in pain. She shoves me.

“Ass.” She snorts, she sends her forehead slamming into mine.

For a second I feel like fucking her, hard, in the ass. Bitch.

“I’ll bite that fucken tit off, let me at it!” Finally I get some use of my legs—I roll with her off of the couch and pin her down to the floor. “I like this better.”

She brings a knee up into my nuts and snaps forward, biting my nose!

“Ahhh! Fuck! Stop biting!” I pull my head back—I see stars. Her face is covered in blood.

“Isn’t this fun?” She asks, bringing another knee into my crotch.

Good god, I roll off her.

“Fine, you win, Bronwen thinks I’m a douche bag.” I groan, grabbing my nose.

“I think you might have finally turned me on. Fancy a fuck?” She coos.

I roll over onto my belly and start crawling across the floor. I’m begging and pleading and praying that Bronwen forgot something else.

Dominique pounces onto my back, rips my head back by my hair and sticks a thumb in my eye.

“Ow!” I grab at my eye but she’s not done yet, she slams my head into the wood floor.

Momentary blackout…

I fight back before she can slam my head again and completely knock me out. I reach back and grab a fist full of her hair and yank her off of me.

“Crazy bitch!”

I finally get my feet beneath me and stumble out the front door. Dominique grabs hold of my jeans by the ankle but I pull her with me. Not gonna be denied, regardless of how unappealing I look. Bronwen zips out of the driveway on a motorcycle… I finally shake Dominique loose and fall into the hood of my car. Fuck, I hope I remembered my keys. I pull myself up the fender and get the door open.

“Bronwen!” I pull myself into the car and fight to get my keys out of my pockets, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Dominique grabs through the open window at my face but I roll her hands up in the window.

“Ouch! Hey! Not fair!” She yells.

“Yes fair, very fucking fair!” I fire up the Challenger and slam it into reverse and lay on the accelerator. The force of it rips Dominique’s arms free of the window, sans some skin.

She screams in horror through the black hole in her teeth and runs to the Gullwing. I flip the Challenger around and rip out of the driveway.
 

 

 

 

 

[ENDO]

 

To be continued