Post by Eddie Nash on Feb 26, 2011 7:51:05 GMT -5
The weather is laying the hurting on the city streets as rain-drops the size of golf-balls slam into the streets with unrelenting mercy. Dark clouds form a black hand which chokes Cookeville of it's sunlight. People who are ill-dressed for the weather or lack the sense, funds or confidence to carry an umbrella flea for cover under bus shelters, the over-hangs of stores and inside their homes. Making a quick journey to the local general store, Ed Nash is picking up some beer to celebrate moving to a new home. He didn't particularly want to make this journey what with the rain and everything but the bad biker from Knoxville needed some sweet sweet booze to truly enjoy the rain.
As Eddie pulled up his bike to the side of the road, his attention was immediately drawn to a young woman somewhere in her mid-20's sat on the edge of the road. Her feet were in the gutter and her face was buried in her lap. She was wearing nothing but jeans and a plain white t-shirt which thanks to the rain was now practically see-through. She had short, shaggy brunette hair which was slick with precipitation and she was crying heavily, in deep hysterics. Nash could never ignore someone in this state, nevermind a woman.
”Hey babe. What's the matter with you?” asked Eddie tentatively as he took a seat next to the crying woman on the curb.
The woman who was shaking like a leaf was almost soaked through and her hair had matted to her face, stuck clean on. At first she wasn't even aware she was being spoken to, until Eddie put a gentle hand on her shoulder. The crying woman turned and looked up at Eddie, baffled to see this tough biker sticking his neck out for someone else that wasn't himself. She knew all about the gangs around Tennessee and was surprised to say the least. Compassion was not an expected trait of a biker. She only half-looked at him, keeping one side of her face concealed.
”Go... away... I don't wanna be hurt anymore...” she sobbed before burying her face back into her arm. This poor woman was not dressed for this weather and she was going to catch an illness if she didn't get out and dry soon.
”I'm not gonna' hurt you. Talk to me. Maybe I can help? Tell me who hurt you.” reassured Eddie, offering a helping hand. When she turned even further away Eddie grabbed her by the wrist. She panicked and attempted to get up but Eddie held onto her causing her to snap back when her arm reached length under Eddie's grip. Like a dog with a choke collar, her head snapped back to master with a mixture of both confusion and panic.
However, that was enough to give Eddie all the information he needed. For the right side of her face was simply a bloody, swollen mess. Her right eye had swollen over shut, no doubt due to the impressive hook of a southpaw and there were a couple of deep cuts on her face where blood had been spilt. Eddie let go and stood up to stare her straight in the eye. At which point she couldn't take it anymore. She broke down into tears again and ran straight into Eddie's arms.
”I'm sorry!” she wailed as she wrapped her arms around Eddie's waist. Eddie simply rubbed her back reassuringly as she clung to him like a wet dog that's just been let in the house after a rainstorm. Eddie hushed her and tried to quieten her down. He looked to make sure she wasn't getting any blood on his jacket as she sobbed straight into his chest. Her tears streamed down the leather giving it a shinier finish. She was shaking uncontrollably now and the downpour had nothing to do with it, she was running the risk of a serious mental breakdown if she didn't calm down soon.
”Take a deep breath and tell me what your name is...” consoled Eddie keeping her warm with his own body temperature. He had to get her out of this rain soon or else she'd go hypothermic.
”My name... is S... S-...S-s-Sarah... Sarah J-James...” stammered the raven haired, painfully thin woman who's blatant distress had impeded her ability to speak.
”My name is Ed Nash and I'm gonna' get you out of this rain. I'm gonna' take you somewhere safe and warm. Get you dry and maybe a bite to eat if you're lucky. You ever ridden a motorcycle?” questioned Eddie after explaining how he was going to help the woman out. She simply nodded no in response.
With that, the two left for Eddie's bike. Eddie threw his jacket around Sarah as they mounted the bike while Ed put his helmet on. Soon they were racing off down the streets of Tennessee in the pouring rain,
After spending a few intimate hours together in Eddie's new trailer, Eddie had decided it was time to get to the bottom of the situation and try and find out who'd done this to Sarah and why. Eddie was sat on the edge of his bed while Sarah sat on the floor practically huddling the heater. He didn't really know what to make of the situation.
”So... you gonna' tell me who damaged that pretty face of yours?” questioned Eddie. Sarah remained defiant. Her back to Nash despite his chivalry demonstrated thus far. Eddie got up and stood over Sarah, towering over the frail young brunette. He reached out to her with a gloved hand, which she reluctantly accepted so Eddie could help her to her feet.
”It's not a big deal... okay?” pleaded Sarah as she slipped on her jacket and got ready to leave. She had her back turned to Nash again who simply reached out and touched her shoulder once again. Finally, she conceded. She'd never be able to handle this kind of pressure from a man who'd been so kind. She sighed and turned around, bowing her head in shame.
”My husband did this to me... Kennedy James... He hit me. He's been abusing me for years. I got sick and tired of him constantly hurting me so I ran away and ended up here. It's not a big deal just could you please take me home? I need to go. I feel sick.” she groaned. Eddie simply nodded and obliged. The two soon left the trailer and got back on Nash's bike. The half an hour drive to Sarah's home was a deathly silent one. She'd got surprisingly far given she was on her own and had no money. She must've walked all the way to Cookeville.
Finally after the half an hour of total silence they pulled up to the house. It seemed like a nice enough home. The neighbourhood was one of white picket fences, pink flamingo's and garden gnomes and it surprised Eddie that such dysfunction as beaten wives and broken hearts could occur in what many viewed as living in The American Dream. Sarah climbed off the bike and gave Nash a hug before running to the door. It was dusk now and the sun was going down. So it was time for Eddie to leave. However, before she'd even made it to the front door it had already swung wide open.
”What the FUCK are you doing here? I thought I told you to fuck off!” snapped the voice of a six foot nine, furious African-American with muscles the size of Nash's entire body. Nash was confused already, Sarah had told him that she had ran away. Not that she'd been kicked out. Nash's hairs stood up on end as he had a feeling he knew how this argument was going to end. Kennedy James stormed out of the house and saw the knight in steel armour, Eddie on his bike pulled up outside the house. Kennedy was seeing red and he wanted to spill the blood of the man who had brought Sarah home. Eddie got off the bike and dropped his helmet to one side as he walked casually towards the raging giant.
”You lousy fucking son of a bitch! YOU are responsible for all of this!” he growled as he launched a straight left hand into Eddie's face. It caught him off guard and he hit the deck as Kennedy James stood over him. Spreading his arms wide taunting Eddie into hoping he'd fight back. Nash quickly rolled away from the big man and regained his footing fearing what a ground and pound offence would do to the structure of his face from a man that big and violent. Nash was horrifically confused. Why was he being blamed for his wife's injuries?
”What the fuck are you talking about Kennedy? I brought your wife back here because I found her sat on a street curb looking like a drowned and beaten dog because of a scumbag like you!” spat Nash bitterly as he could feel the right side of his lip swelling up from the rocking shot he'd just received. Sarah could only watch as the two men fought on her lawn. Nash kept hopping backwards in a boxing stance trying to keep his distance from Kennedy who swung again for his face aiming to knock the snot out of this young biker
”I kicked her out on the street because she's a fucking junkie. I found her coke stash and it figures she'd get her supply off a white-trash biker street-rat like yourself. If it wasn't for you, my wife wouldn't be a fucking addict. Because of you, my wife has been sucking other guys dicks to get a fix. You've ruined my marriage and you've ruined my life. And now I'm gonna' make it even by ending yours!” roared Kennedy as he threw another left hook, this one connecting now sending Nash flying back and crashing into a deck-chair. He did a backwards roll as he fell and managed to land on his feet but now his lip was cut and Ed was starting to get angry.
”Stop FUCKING hitting me... I'm serious Kennedy. I'm not a drug dealer. Quit being an asshole.” snapped Eddie now, his eyes seething with rage. Sarah's knees buckled and she dropped to the floor on the deck watching with a gaping mouth as these two raging stallions fought on her lawn. Eddie had regained his footing after Kennedy had ran in and tried for a take-down but Eddie had upped the speed and skirted around him. Finally deciding he was sick of being on the defence he stopped and waited for him to make a move.
”You're a dirty fucking liar. You're the one who busted up my wife because she couldn't pay anymore. You fucking prick!” yelled Kennedy a final time before swinging another big right hand straight for the face of Nash. Nash got clocked and again he hit the deck. His face was expanding and throbbing as a result of this muscular heavy-hitter's incredibly powerful punches to the head. However when Eddie hit the floor for a third time he didn't get up again. Instead of blacking out however, he whited out. He could hear a ringing in his ears and a primal scream inside his head....
When Eddie finally came to, his ears were pierced with the sound of shrieking. He couldn't control his heavy breathing as he seethed with rage and his vision cleared up he saw this hands were completely coated in blood. He was stood in a pile of broken glass and when he turned to the source of the shrieking he could only see Sarah Bailey, her face absolutely drained of all colour. Nash looked her up and down and saw that she too had blood on her. Nash then felt blood dripping down his own face. Seeing a hole in the wall where there once was a window Eddie peered through the glass and saw Kennedy James lying on the floor, still, barely breathing with his blood splattered all across the walls.
”You're a lying bitch... You fucking put me through this. This?! THIS is all your fault!” spat Eddie, his blood and saliva intwined as a result of the beatdown he'd received previously. His eyes burnt white hot into Sarah. She simply couldn't move when Ed turned on her and instead she sank to her knees in pure shock unable to believe the situation she'd caused. Eddie turned now and quickly ran to his bike, hopping on like he'd done a million times before. He threw on his helmet and dropped the hammer, zooming off into the night. By the time the sirens were heard it was already too late, Nash was forever disappeared into the night. However, Kennedy may live to fight another day. Or not. Nobody knew for sure.
Back home in the trailer in Cookeville, Nash sat on the edge of his bed once again clutching his throbbing head. He nursed himself with an ice pack When it finally seemed like he'd got some peace and isolation there was a heavy thud upon the door. Nash's heart skipped a beat. He didn't recognize the knock and it sounded official like someone in charge. Nash figured it was only a matter of time before Sarah called the cops and so with reluctance he slowly opened the door. What he saw instead shocked him more than anything. It was Martha Harrison, the lawyer.
”Yeesh. What the fuck happened to you?” she asked concerned as she whipped out some cloth from her pocket to wipe his face with. Her instincts kicked in but Ed grabbed her wrist and stepped back so as to avoid being mothered.
”I'm fine. I got into a fight. Why're you here?” interrogated Eddie. He already had a hunch but he wanted her to confirm that her reasons for being here weren't platonic.
”Oh you know why I'm here...” she moaned sultrily as she pushed Ed back onto his bed. Nash knew he'd already cheated once today and that a second time wasn't going to make much difference.
"Look... I've had a bad day... a really fucking bad day. And this week won't get much better. I've been beaten up, I'm supposed to tag-wrestle with someone else who I just recently beat up and I'm facing two of the fastest people I know. On top of that, I've got gangs after me. I've had my ass kicked today and fuck... I just... I don't feel right." pleaded Ed as Martha took a seat next to him. He tried to shuffle away but he couldn't ignore the beautiful young lawyer unbuttoning her shirt in front of him. Strong as he was, he was only a man.
"Well then let me take that pain away for you..." she sighed into his ear as she threw a leg over him. As the two shared a passionate couple of hours together, Eddie's only hope now was that he'd have enough energy left to beat back the high-flying team of Adam Abel and Paul Sant and also that maybe Johnny Noble would hopefully show up. He could handle a two on one deal but he wouldn't like to think that his tag partner would screw him over. However, he was not naive and he remembered all too well their altercation at The Knighting. Eddie could only hope now that the law didn't catch up with him, or any of his other problems.
FADE
As Eddie pulled up his bike to the side of the road, his attention was immediately drawn to a young woman somewhere in her mid-20's sat on the edge of the road. Her feet were in the gutter and her face was buried in her lap. She was wearing nothing but jeans and a plain white t-shirt which thanks to the rain was now practically see-through. She had short, shaggy brunette hair which was slick with precipitation and she was crying heavily, in deep hysterics. Nash could never ignore someone in this state, nevermind a woman.
”Hey babe. What's the matter with you?” asked Eddie tentatively as he took a seat next to the crying woman on the curb.
The woman who was shaking like a leaf was almost soaked through and her hair had matted to her face, stuck clean on. At first she wasn't even aware she was being spoken to, until Eddie put a gentle hand on her shoulder. The crying woman turned and looked up at Eddie, baffled to see this tough biker sticking his neck out for someone else that wasn't himself. She knew all about the gangs around Tennessee and was surprised to say the least. Compassion was not an expected trait of a biker. She only half-looked at him, keeping one side of her face concealed.
”Go... away... I don't wanna be hurt anymore...” she sobbed before burying her face back into her arm. This poor woman was not dressed for this weather and she was going to catch an illness if she didn't get out and dry soon.
”I'm not gonna' hurt you. Talk to me. Maybe I can help? Tell me who hurt you.” reassured Eddie, offering a helping hand. When she turned even further away Eddie grabbed her by the wrist. She panicked and attempted to get up but Eddie held onto her causing her to snap back when her arm reached length under Eddie's grip. Like a dog with a choke collar, her head snapped back to master with a mixture of both confusion and panic.
However, that was enough to give Eddie all the information he needed. For the right side of her face was simply a bloody, swollen mess. Her right eye had swollen over shut, no doubt due to the impressive hook of a southpaw and there were a couple of deep cuts on her face where blood had been spilt. Eddie let go and stood up to stare her straight in the eye. At which point she couldn't take it anymore. She broke down into tears again and ran straight into Eddie's arms.
”I'm sorry!” she wailed as she wrapped her arms around Eddie's waist. Eddie simply rubbed her back reassuringly as she clung to him like a wet dog that's just been let in the house after a rainstorm. Eddie hushed her and tried to quieten her down. He looked to make sure she wasn't getting any blood on his jacket as she sobbed straight into his chest. Her tears streamed down the leather giving it a shinier finish. She was shaking uncontrollably now and the downpour had nothing to do with it, she was running the risk of a serious mental breakdown if she didn't calm down soon.
”Take a deep breath and tell me what your name is...” consoled Eddie keeping her warm with his own body temperature. He had to get her out of this rain soon or else she'd go hypothermic.
”My name... is S... S-...S-s-Sarah... Sarah J-James...” stammered the raven haired, painfully thin woman who's blatant distress had impeded her ability to speak.
”My name is Ed Nash and I'm gonna' get you out of this rain. I'm gonna' take you somewhere safe and warm. Get you dry and maybe a bite to eat if you're lucky. You ever ridden a motorcycle?” questioned Eddie after explaining how he was going to help the woman out. She simply nodded no in response.
With that, the two left for Eddie's bike. Eddie threw his jacket around Sarah as they mounted the bike while Ed put his helmet on. Soon they were racing off down the streets of Tennessee in the pouring rain,
After spending a few intimate hours together in Eddie's new trailer, Eddie had decided it was time to get to the bottom of the situation and try and find out who'd done this to Sarah and why. Eddie was sat on the edge of his bed while Sarah sat on the floor practically huddling the heater. He didn't really know what to make of the situation.
”So... you gonna' tell me who damaged that pretty face of yours?” questioned Eddie. Sarah remained defiant. Her back to Nash despite his chivalry demonstrated thus far. Eddie got up and stood over Sarah, towering over the frail young brunette. He reached out to her with a gloved hand, which she reluctantly accepted so Eddie could help her to her feet.
”It's not a big deal... okay?” pleaded Sarah as she slipped on her jacket and got ready to leave. She had her back turned to Nash again who simply reached out and touched her shoulder once again. Finally, she conceded. She'd never be able to handle this kind of pressure from a man who'd been so kind. She sighed and turned around, bowing her head in shame.
”My husband did this to me... Kennedy James... He hit me. He's been abusing me for years. I got sick and tired of him constantly hurting me so I ran away and ended up here. It's not a big deal just could you please take me home? I need to go. I feel sick.” she groaned. Eddie simply nodded and obliged. The two soon left the trailer and got back on Nash's bike. The half an hour drive to Sarah's home was a deathly silent one. She'd got surprisingly far given she was on her own and had no money. She must've walked all the way to Cookeville.
Finally after the half an hour of total silence they pulled up to the house. It seemed like a nice enough home. The neighbourhood was one of white picket fences, pink flamingo's and garden gnomes and it surprised Eddie that such dysfunction as beaten wives and broken hearts could occur in what many viewed as living in The American Dream. Sarah climbed off the bike and gave Nash a hug before running to the door. It was dusk now and the sun was going down. So it was time for Eddie to leave. However, before she'd even made it to the front door it had already swung wide open.
”What the FUCK are you doing here? I thought I told you to fuck off!” snapped the voice of a six foot nine, furious African-American with muscles the size of Nash's entire body. Nash was confused already, Sarah had told him that she had ran away. Not that she'd been kicked out. Nash's hairs stood up on end as he had a feeling he knew how this argument was going to end. Kennedy James stormed out of the house and saw the knight in steel armour, Eddie on his bike pulled up outside the house. Kennedy was seeing red and he wanted to spill the blood of the man who had brought Sarah home. Eddie got off the bike and dropped his helmet to one side as he walked casually towards the raging giant.
”You lousy fucking son of a bitch! YOU are responsible for all of this!” he growled as he launched a straight left hand into Eddie's face. It caught him off guard and he hit the deck as Kennedy James stood over him. Spreading his arms wide taunting Eddie into hoping he'd fight back. Nash quickly rolled away from the big man and regained his footing fearing what a ground and pound offence would do to the structure of his face from a man that big and violent. Nash was horrifically confused. Why was he being blamed for his wife's injuries?
”What the fuck are you talking about Kennedy? I brought your wife back here because I found her sat on a street curb looking like a drowned and beaten dog because of a scumbag like you!” spat Nash bitterly as he could feel the right side of his lip swelling up from the rocking shot he'd just received. Sarah could only watch as the two men fought on her lawn. Nash kept hopping backwards in a boxing stance trying to keep his distance from Kennedy who swung again for his face aiming to knock the snot out of this young biker
”I kicked her out on the street because she's a fucking junkie. I found her coke stash and it figures she'd get her supply off a white-trash biker street-rat like yourself. If it wasn't for you, my wife wouldn't be a fucking addict. Because of you, my wife has been sucking other guys dicks to get a fix. You've ruined my marriage and you've ruined my life. And now I'm gonna' make it even by ending yours!” roared Kennedy as he threw another left hook, this one connecting now sending Nash flying back and crashing into a deck-chair. He did a backwards roll as he fell and managed to land on his feet but now his lip was cut and Ed was starting to get angry.
”Stop FUCKING hitting me... I'm serious Kennedy. I'm not a drug dealer. Quit being an asshole.” snapped Eddie now, his eyes seething with rage. Sarah's knees buckled and she dropped to the floor on the deck watching with a gaping mouth as these two raging stallions fought on her lawn. Eddie had regained his footing after Kennedy had ran in and tried for a take-down but Eddie had upped the speed and skirted around him. Finally deciding he was sick of being on the defence he stopped and waited for him to make a move.
”You're a dirty fucking liar. You're the one who busted up my wife because she couldn't pay anymore. You fucking prick!” yelled Kennedy a final time before swinging another big right hand straight for the face of Nash. Nash got clocked and again he hit the deck. His face was expanding and throbbing as a result of this muscular heavy-hitter's incredibly powerful punches to the head. However when Eddie hit the floor for a third time he didn't get up again. Instead of blacking out however, he whited out. He could hear a ringing in his ears and a primal scream inside his head....
When Eddie finally came to, his ears were pierced with the sound of shrieking. He couldn't control his heavy breathing as he seethed with rage and his vision cleared up he saw this hands were completely coated in blood. He was stood in a pile of broken glass and when he turned to the source of the shrieking he could only see Sarah Bailey, her face absolutely drained of all colour. Nash looked her up and down and saw that she too had blood on her. Nash then felt blood dripping down his own face. Seeing a hole in the wall where there once was a window Eddie peered through the glass and saw Kennedy James lying on the floor, still, barely breathing with his blood splattered all across the walls.
”You're a lying bitch... You fucking put me through this. This?! THIS is all your fault!” spat Eddie, his blood and saliva intwined as a result of the beatdown he'd received previously. His eyes burnt white hot into Sarah. She simply couldn't move when Ed turned on her and instead she sank to her knees in pure shock unable to believe the situation she'd caused. Eddie turned now and quickly ran to his bike, hopping on like he'd done a million times before. He threw on his helmet and dropped the hammer, zooming off into the night. By the time the sirens were heard it was already too late, Nash was forever disappeared into the night. However, Kennedy may live to fight another day. Or not. Nobody knew for sure.
Back home in the trailer in Cookeville, Nash sat on the edge of his bed once again clutching his throbbing head. He nursed himself with an ice pack When it finally seemed like he'd got some peace and isolation there was a heavy thud upon the door. Nash's heart skipped a beat. He didn't recognize the knock and it sounded official like someone in charge. Nash figured it was only a matter of time before Sarah called the cops and so with reluctance he slowly opened the door. What he saw instead shocked him more than anything. It was Martha Harrison, the lawyer.
”Yeesh. What the fuck happened to you?” she asked concerned as she whipped out some cloth from her pocket to wipe his face with. Her instincts kicked in but Ed grabbed her wrist and stepped back so as to avoid being mothered.
”I'm fine. I got into a fight. Why're you here?” interrogated Eddie. He already had a hunch but he wanted her to confirm that her reasons for being here weren't platonic.
”Oh you know why I'm here...” she moaned sultrily as she pushed Ed back onto his bed. Nash knew he'd already cheated once today and that a second time wasn't going to make much difference.
"Look... I've had a bad day... a really fucking bad day. And this week won't get much better. I've been beaten up, I'm supposed to tag-wrestle with someone else who I just recently beat up and I'm facing two of the fastest people I know. On top of that, I've got gangs after me. I've had my ass kicked today and fuck... I just... I don't feel right." pleaded Ed as Martha took a seat next to him. He tried to shuffle away but he couldn't ignore the beautiful young lawyer unbuttoning her shirt in front of him. Strong as he was, he was only a man.
"Well then let me take that pain away for you..." she sighed into his ear as she threw a leg over him. As the two shared a passionate couple of hours together, Eddie's only hope now was that he'd have enough energy left to beat back the high-flying team of Adam Abel and Paul Sant and also that maybe Johnny Noble would hopefully show up. He could handle a two on one deal but he wouldn't like to think that his tag partner would screw him over. However, he was not naive and he remembered all too well their altercation at The Knighting. Eddie could only hope now that the law didn't catch up with him, or any of his other problems.
FADE