Post by Jace O'Brien on Sept 19, 2016 0:21:10 GMT
"Blood Begins to Boil."
Equinox gym. It was exactly as you would expect it. A high-end fitness chain catering to those busy lawyers and businessmen, catering to their (often) narcissistic needs. Workout equipment, spas, etcera ectera. We find ourselves in the San Francisco chain, where the RSW Bay Area Champion, Jace O’Brien, has chosen to do his work out. With him is Riley Calix, who stands behind the weight bench where Jace lays doing his bench press. Riley is there, currently, as a spotter - counting out the reps as Jace hits them. “Seven….Eight….Nine….Ten.” At ten, Jace sets the bar on the rack and rolls off of the bench. Riley takes his place afterward.
“You gotta’ hit those reps, man. Do you think Lord Blake weakens before a last rep?” Riley smiled up arrogantly, which got a evil glare from Jace as he rubbed a towel over his face. “Fuck Lord Blake. Do you think I give a damn about what that prat does in the gym? No.” Jace shot back to his friend and training partner. “You gotta’ admit though, man, he’s one of the strongest men on the roster strength wise. So he must be doin’ something right in here.” He said as he reached up and grabbed the bar above him. Jace moved to the head of the bench for his spotting position. “Strongest on the roster, aye? I’m one of the hardest strikers. It doesn’t matter pretty boys fuckin’ strength, mate, I’ll break his face if he steps up.”
Jace counted in his head at the reps that Riley was doing. “Same goes for that little tart he runs around with too. Or better yet, I’ll let Mondae savagely rip her apart. She’s about as relevant in this match as she is to the actual roster. She’s nothing except a hindrance to our so-called ‘leader’ who, in case I have ta’ bloody remind ya’, isn’t a fuckin’ trained wrestler. He’s skated through all of this luckily.” And that was ten. Riley put the bar on the rack and sat up on the bench. Jace leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar.
“He beat Archer. Legitimate wrestler or not, he did something you couldn’t do.” And again, Jace shot daggers into Riley. Riley wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know. With his lips curled into a snarl, Jace responded “What happened with Archer won’t happen again. He has been my only flaw in this fuckin’ company, mate, and it’s one that I want back. Sooner or later he and I will meet again one on one and things will be fuckin’ different.” Riley smiled, coaxing Jace into that. He needed to get Jace’s blood boiling, not only for the purpose of the match but for the workout too.
“For months on end I played this fuckin’ company. I played the part of the fuckin’ lapdog like Archer wants to say. But that’s all over with. Because of me, Georgia De-fuckin-Lise is out of this company and myself, Arianny and Mondae all stand tall at the top. It’s only a matter a’time before Mondae has the Supreme championship, and blokes like Archer and Lord Blake will have succumbed to the fuckin’ reign of the Mafia.” he barked. Riley stood up and toweled off, which lead Jace to sit down on the bench.
“The last Vendetta wasn’t the best for me, Riley. Lord threw me off of the fuckin’ stage and that stupid twit Emma Douglas attacked me from behind with a title belt, knocking me out. That isn’t fuckin’ happening again. I don’t give a damn how big she is in comparison to other woman, I will still break her like a fuckin’ twig if I get my hands on her. I’m not playing fuckin’ games. Mondae and I have every intention of leaving each and every last one of them in pieces on Thursday night.”
“After I’m finished with these four, I have to focus on the other people that are gunning for my title. Bryce Albright is runnin’ his fuckin’ mouth and I can’t wait to see him get knocked tha’ fuck out of the tournament.” .. “Who do you think will become your contender?” .. “Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, mate. I’ll end ‘em just like I put a stop to that fuckin’ Revolution Hanalei Brightly babbles about.”
