Post by Eddie Nash on Feb 19, 2011 9:51:49 GMT -5
Mikey Hughes
Memphis, Tennessee
Sons of Anarchy Clubhouse
19th of February 2011
It'd been three and a half years since the last time my boy Ed Nash had been seen at this fine establishment and my lord had it not changed in the slightest. Such was the way of an army of republican bikers. Change was the preachings of liberals and pencil pushing jerks who didn't know what it was like to live as the common man as far as these boys were concerned. Having had a strong headquarters in Memphis for years, the Sons of Anarchy had been conducting criminal operations for many of it's years in Memphis and while it still did a lot of illicit activities it had been trying for many years to clean up it's image.
Of course, Eddie Nash's incarceration three and a half years ago didn't help the situation much. People were calling for the clubhouse to be shut down but the bikers fought back with a solid legal team and kept the place there. Eddie Nash's reluctance to finish the job had cost The Sons of Anarchy a lot at a time when it really wasn't needed. Having been reluctant to go back ever since he left prison, Eddie at the request of old friend Shane “Bolo” Iguevo decided he'd come back and join me and him for drinks. Eddie obviously felt uncomfortable at first but when he returned nobody treated him any differently which was part of the problem for Ed.
When Eddie was at the peak of his SoA career he was damn near vice president and was the chief enforcer. The fact that he came back and has been almost forgotten about is more scarring than being remembered for all the stupid things he did to get the SoA into debt. Of course, now we were away from the associates, soldiers and enforcers and instead we were in the back room, VIP style smoking and drinking whisky. It was going to be a good night for all of us. We had no ash trays and we didn't really care. Ed surprisingly was laying off the smokes but me and Bolo enjoyed ourselves. It was out right as All-American and Australio-Mexican American. Fo shizzy.
”Alright boys. I'm gonna' need your help...” declared Eddie as he pulled up a folding chair to this industrial table in the club-house. There wasn't many people here right now and it reflected. Right now only me, Bolo and Nash were in the room.
Bolo and I pulled up chairs too and we sat around the table as Eddie spilt the contents of a folder out in front of us. Amongst this were notes he'd written, pictures he'd taken and a bobby pin. Nobody knew why that was there, not even Ed did. He just had one.
”Right... So this is the situation...” he said as he rifled through the pictures sorting them into order. He made little rows of pictures which all seemed to correlate together in some way. He pointed to the first column which were all pictures of Kaja Reinhardt, the totally tappable blonde that runs Der Krieg Maschinen. ”Okay here we go... I need to work out how to beat these guys.”
Bolo and I looked over the pictures. We saw Kaja the blonde, Balraj the big Indian dude and Somba the fat samoan with face paint. It was all a little conspicuous and I figured that they might actually be gay or something but then it's not my place to judge.
”Who are these guys?” I asked. I didn't know their faces at the time and I wasn't really following Ed's wrestling career too intensively so I needed the scoop.
First Eddie pointed to the blonde girl. ”That is Kaja Reinhardt. She is the hottest piece of ass in KoP, beyond all shadow of a doubt. Especially now that Christian Kane is gone and presumably Dani his girlfriend went with her, I don't think there's many other women around anymore. Well... except for Marley Sant...” explained Eddie, drooling and trailing off. “Dreamweaver” began to play through his head as he fantasized about Marley Sant.
I slapped him around the face because his gawking, open mouth expression was off-putting and nauseating.
”As I was saying. She's not a wrestler. She's their valet. She's like the glowing light on an angler fish. She lures you in with promises of sexual ecstasy and then... and then... WAPOW!” he yelled as he slammed his fist into the table causing his pictures to jump.
”Her two boys eat your face and that's where the power lies. Balraj is the Indian one, Somba is the fat dude that I managed to powerbomb. Yeah, see that? I lifted all three hundred and thirty pounds of his fat gravy-eating ass and I slammed him straight to the mat. Do you realize what that means?” pressed Eddie, positively excited by his abilities.
”That you're as strong as an ox? Well done Ed, we all knew that when you flipped that car over that parked outside our club house.” I quipped, though I don't think Ed's glaring was a sign of appreciation for my sharp remark.
”Nawh, what it means is that you can shift that fatty without even breaking a sweat. We all know you're strong but the fact you can go toe to toe strength wise with the giant and probably even further with endurance means that you should by and large win. Bigger they are, the harder they fall. Ergo, you can beat him.” stated Bolo now breaking his silence with his awkward Australio-Mexican accent.
”Bolo, you're Australian right? That's like, right next to Germany. Can't you offer any insight?” I asked only to be laughed out of the room by the two other men. Eddie and Bolo were beside themselves with laughter at my geographical failings.
”Austria, Mikey. Austria. You fucking retard!” howled Eddie, the jackass.
”Fine! Geography fail? So what? I thought you were Australian.” I whimpered making an even bigger cock-up than the first time.
”I am from Australia! Austria is way out near New Zealand on a big arse island while Austria is in Europe. They're two different countries you tit!” cackled Bolo, both of them were clutching their stomachs and slapping the table in agony.
After a few minutes of making me feel like a fucking idiot the laughter finally stopped. Eddie wiped a tear of laughter from his eye and Bolo had a drag of his cigarette while chuckling to himself quietly.
”So, you can beat Somba. That's not a problem. What about the other guy?” I asked trying to divert the subject from the fact I didn't graduate high school. Shut the fuck up. Stop laughing at me you trick-ass punk-ass ho.
”The one from Germany, that country right next to Australia?”
”How about you jump on the train to Fuck Off town?” I spat bitterly, stubbing my cigarette onto the table. It sizzled as the ash burnt onto the metal surface and left a black residue on the dulled metal. Of course, my rage only made them laugh more. I was always one for cracking jokes, not taking them.
”Alrightalright, seriously. Balraj weighs an additional seventy pounds compared to Somba. Now, I nearly blew my arms out the damn sockets just trying to boost that fat dude off the ground so my Highway to Hell is definitely off call here and my spear is going to be impossible but I have ways and I sure have means. So the real question here is how can I afford their finishers?! asked Eddie now pushing forward pictures of both Balraj and Somba in position to perform their finishers. Somba had a guy on his shoulders and Balraj had a guy tucked between his legs. Erotic.
”Well Somba's the one with the paint right? If he gets you on his shoulders either make a grab for the ring-ropes or elbow him in the head. If you find yourself up a creek without a paddle, look for paddles around you because there's plenty of solutions in your environment if you pay enough attention.” instructed Bolo stubbing his finished cigarette on that particular picture of Somba to mark that the issue had been dealt with.
”That seems pretty solid to me.” I chimed in having paid the due of silence from my earlier humiliation.
”Yeah I guess so, that gives me plenty of options. Then I can slide down his back and get in a cheap shot or slide down the front and DDT him. Sounds perfect!” agreed Eddie. He took a swig of Jack Daniels
”And what about Balraj? That first one is The Punjabi Bomb and the other is The Punjabi Backbreaker. Both of which will probably kill me if it hits me.” I asked pointing to the snapshot of a man with a guy's head stuck between his legs. A homoerotic vision of pain, it seemed to me but then I was no wrestling fan really.
”Well if you've weakened his legs enough you could aim for a double leg taakedown or even a tackle. Worse case scenario, he lifts you and you poke him in the eyes so you get dropped on your back. It'll hurt but it won't knockout you out like getting dropped by him will.” I chirped in now starting to make some sense even if everything else didn't.
”And what about if he gets you on his shoulders in that other move?” I asked pointing to a picture of another guy getting thoroughly mutilated. The tension in Balraj's face screamed of the sheer amount of grip and strength he was putting into the move and it was at this point that it suddenly dawned on the three of us.
”Mate, if he gets you in that you're on your own. There ain't no way a man that strong will let you go when you're on his shoulders. His arms are the size of the three of us combined. You will be mutilated, mangled and crippled. You're not gonna' get out of it. Your only hope is that it doesn't hurt that much which from the look of him is doubtable. Balraj is easily the biggest threat but if you can isolate him from Somba you and your partner will make mash out of him” instructed Bolo now getting into this whole planning thing as he took another swig of his beer.
”Divide and conquer. Right. Okay. I guess that's just the last thing really, how do I make sure me and John boy, my tag partner are in full synch? I don't wanna lose this because we're not team players.” Eddie asked curiously as he tugged at his beard hairs gently in musing.
”Well you could talk to him. That'd be a start.” said Bolo stating the painfully obvious. ”No seriously man. You go find Noble, go work out some strategies of your own and you make 'em happen. I mean, how hard can it be? He might be an arsehole but I'm sure he's not completely unworkable. I mean, he saved you from getting beat up the other week right?” said Bolo as Eddie simply sighed and nodded his head in agreement reluctantly.
Eddie didn't particularly like Noble or his attitude, he was much too arrogant for the biker's tastes. I didn't either. The guy was an ass.
”Okay so... what if-” Eddie began to say but however he was quickly cut off. The bearded, aviator wearing figure that inspired fear throughout all of The Sons of Anarchy was rudely interrupting the planning session between myself, Bolo and Nash. That bi-, oh wait. It's him.
”Bitches and hoes. What it is with you all drinking and smoking in my back room? I-” jokingly complained the leader of The Sons of Anarchy, Mr. Geoff Baker but upon noting the shaved head of Eddie Nash his tone suddenly became a lot more sinister.
”What the fuck are you doing in my clubhouse?” barked Geoff throwing his jacket to one side as already he was ready for the fisticuffs.
”Easy Geoff. I'm seeing old friends. No need to go ape shit.”
”APE SHIT?! Don't talk to me about ape shit. Do you have any idea how much you cost us?”
”I pay my debts to the very cent. I did everything you asked me to do and I took care of Mikey for you. The debt is over, you said if I took care of Mikey for a few weeks it'd be fine. So you shut the fuck up before I break this bottle of Jack in your face.” snapped Eddie, his eyes were ablaze with pure hatred now. Wait a minute, Eddie was babysitting me? Lame. I don't need babysitting!
”Get the fuck out of my club-house before I end you. I'll call you if we need you, go back to your faggot wrestling company. Go slap on a rear naked choke. Why did you become a wrestler anyway? You can't even please a woman, I highly doubt your wrestling reach-arounds are worthy. mocked Geoff inciting further rage from Eddie. Bolo and I looked at each other and instinctively swept into action to hold Nash back before he tore him limb from limb. Geoff moved out of the way as we fought desperately to keep back the monster.
”I'll FUCKING kill you Geoff! If it's the last thing I do!”
”Go on, go back to the countryside Eddie, we'll call you when we need you. Fucking ass. HAHAHAHAHA!” laughed Geoff as Eddie was dragged kicking and roaring away from his would be victim.
Finally, as the trio left the building though that final confrontation was not a pleasant one for Geoff or for Eddie the sheer rage it sparked in the ex-con may have just been the start of something much more sinister. Eddie now driven by hatred may have the edge he needs to defeat the sinister Der Krieg Maschinen. It's not just about beat-downs any more. This is a blood war and Eddie Nash was going to tear apart Balraj and Somba if it was the last thing he ever did.
FADE
Memphis, Tennessee
Sons of Anarchy Clubhouse
19th of February 2011
It'd been three and a half years since the last time my boy Ed Nash had been seen at this fine establishment and my lord had it not changed in the slightest. Such was the way of an army of republican bikers. Change was the preachings of liberals and pencil pushing jerks who didn't know what it was like to live as the common man as far as these boys were concerned. Having had a strong headquarters in Memphis for years, the Sons of Anarchy had been conducting criminal operations for many of it's years in Memphis and while it still did a lot of illicit activities it had been trying for many years to clean up it's image.
Of course, Eddie Nash's incarceration three and a half years ago didn't help the situation much. People were calling for the clubhouse to be shut down but the bikers fought back with a solid legal team and kept the place there. Eddie Nash's reluctance to finish the job had cost The Sons of Anarchy a lot at a time when it really wasn't needed. Having been reluctant to go back ever since he left prison, Eddie at the request of old friend Shane “Bolo” Iguevo decided he'd come back and join me and him for drinks. Eddie obviously felt uncomfortable at first but when he returned nobody treated him any differently which was part of the problem for Ed.
When Eddie was at the peak of his SoA career he was damn near vice president and was the chief enforcer. The fact that he came back and has been almost forgotten about is more scarring than being remembered for all the stupid things he did to get the SoA into debt. Of course, now we were away from the associates, soldiers and enforcers and instead we were in the back room, VIP style smoking and drinking whisky. It was going to be a good night for all of us. We had no ash trays and we didn't really care. Ed surprisingly was laying off the smokes but me and Bolo enjoyed ourselves. It was out right as All-American and Australio-Mexican American. Fo shizzy.
”Alright boys. I'm gonna' need your help...” declared Eddie as he pulled up a folding chair to this industrial table in the club-house. There wasn't many people here right now and it reflected. Right now only me, Bolo and Nash were in the room.
Bolo and I pulled up chairs too and we sat around the table as Eddie spilt the contents of a folder out in front of us. Amongst this were notes he'd written, pictures he'd taken and a bobby pin. Nobody knew why that was there, not even Ed did. He just had one.
”Right... So this is the situation...” he said as he rifled through the pictures sorting them into order. He made little rows of pictures which all seemed to correlate together in some way. He pointed to the first column which were all pictures of Kaja Reinhardt, the totally tappable blonde that runs Der Krieg Maschinen. ”Okay here we go... I need to work out how to beat these guys.”
Bolo and I looked over the pictures. We saw Kaja the blonde, Balraj the big Indian dude and Somba the fat samoan with face paint. It was all a little conspicuous and I figured that they might actually be gay or something but then it's not my place to judge.
”Who are these guys?” I asked. I didn't know their faces at the time and I wasn't really following Ed's wrestling career too intensively so I needed the scoop.
First Eddie pointed to the blonde girl. ”That is Kaja Reinhardt. She is the hottest piece of ass in KoP, beyond all shadow of a doubt. Especially now that Christian Kane is gone and presumably Dani his girlfriend went with her, I don't think there's many other women around anymore. Well... except for Marley Sant...” explained Eddie, drooling and trailing off. “Dreamweaver” began to play through his head as he fantasized about Marley Sant.
I slapped him around the face because his gawking, open mouth expression was off-putting and nauseating.
”As I was saying. She's not a wrestler. She's their valet. She's like the glowing light on an angler fish. She lures you in with promises of sexual ecstasy and then... and then... WAPOW!” he yelled as he slammed his fist into the table causing his pictures to jump.
”Her two boys eat your face and that's where the power lies. Balraj is the Indian one, Somba is the fat dude that I managed to powerbomb. Yeah, see that? I lifted all three hundred and thirty pounds of his fat gravy-eating ass and I slammed him straight to the mat. Do you realize what that means?” pressed Eddie, positively excited by his abilities.
”That you're as strong as an ox? Well done Ed, we all knew that when you flipped that car over that parked outside our club house.” I quipped, though I don't think Ed's glaring was a sign of appreciation for my sharp remark.
”Nawh, what it means is that you can shift that fatty without even breaking a sweat. We all know you're strong but the fact you can go toe to toe strength wise with the giant and probably even further with endurance means that you should by and large win. Bigger they are, the harder they fall. Ergo, you can beat him.” stated Bolo now breaking his silence with his awkward Australio-Mexican accent.
”Bolo, you're Australian right? That's like, right next to Germany. Can't you offer any insight?” I asked only to be laughed out of the room by the two other men. Eddie and Bolo were beside themselves with laughter at my geographical failings.
”Austria, Mikey. Austria. You fucking retard!” howled Eddie, the jackass.
”Fine! Geography fail? So what? I thought you were Australian.” I whimpered making an even bigger cock-up than the first time.
”I am from Australia! Austria is way out near New Zealand on a big arse island while Austria is in Europe. They're two different countries you tit!” cackled Bolo, both of them were clutching their stomachs and slapping the table in agony.
After a few minutes of making me feel like a fucking idiot the laughter finally stopped. Eddie wiped a tear of laughter from his eye and Bolo had a drag of his cigarette while chuckling to himself quietly.
”So, you can beat Somba. That's not a problem. What about the other guy?” I asked trying to divert the subject from the fact I didn't graduate high school. Shut the fuck up. Stop laughing at me you trick-ass punk-ass ho.
”The one from Germany, that country right next to Australia?”
”How about you jump on the train to Fuck Off town?” I spat bitterly, stubbing my cigarette onto the table. It sizzled as the ash burnt onto the metal surface and left a black residue on the dulled metal. Of course, my rage only made them laugh more. I was always one for cracking jokes, not taking them.
”Alrightalright, seriously. Balraj weighs an additional seventy pounds compared to Somba. Now, I nearly blew my arms out the damn sockets just trying to boost that fat dude off the ground so my Highway to Hell is definitely off call here and my spear is going to be impossible but I have ways and I sure have means. So the real question here is how can I afford their finishers?! asked Eddie now pushing forward pictures of both Balraj and Somba in position to perform their finishers. Somba had a guy on his shoulders and Balraj had a guy tucked between his legs. Erotic.
”Well Somba's the one with the paint right? If he gets you on his shoulders either make a grab for the ring-ropes or elbow him in the head. If you find yourself up a creek without a paddle, look for paddles around you because there's plenty of solutions in your environment if you pay enough attention.” instructed Bolo stubbing his finished cigarette on that particular picture of Somba to mark that the issue had been dealt with.
”That seems pretty solid to me.” I chimed in having paid the due of silence from my earlier humiliation.
”Yeah I guess so, that gives me plenty of options. Then I can slide down his back and get in a cheap shot or slide down the front and DDT him. Sounds perfect!” agreed Eddie. He took a swig of Jack Daniels
”And what about Balraj? That first one is The Punjabi Bomb and the other is The Punjabi Backbreaker. Both of which will probably kill me if it hits me.” I asked pointing to the snapshot of a man with a guy's head stuck between his legs. A homoerotic vision of pain, it seemed to me but then I was no wrestling fan really.
”Well if you've weakened his legs enough you could aim for a double leg taakedown or even a tackle. Worse case scenario, he lifts you and you poke him in the eyes so you get dropped on your back. It'll hurt but it won't knockout you out like getting dropped by him will.” I chirped in now starting to make some sense even if everything else didn't.
”And what about if he gets you on his shoulders in that other move?” I asked pointing to a picture of another guy getting thoroughly mutilated. The tension in Balraj's face screamed of the sheer amount of grip and strength he was putting into the move and it was at this point that it suddenly dawned on the three of us.
”Mate, if he gets you in that you're on your own. There ain't no way a man that strong will let you go when you're on his shoulders. His arms are the size of the three of us combined. You will be mutilated, mangled and crippled. You're not gonna' get out of it. Your only hope is that it doesn't hurt that much which from the look of him is doubtable. Balraj is easily the biggest threat but if you can isolate him from Somba you and your partner will make mash out of him” instructed Bolo now getting into this whole planning thing as he took another swig of his beer.
”Divide and conquer. Right. Okay. I guess that's just the last thing really, how do I make sure me and John boy, my tag partner are in full synch? I don't wanna lose this because we're not team players.” Eddie asked curiously as he tugged at his beard hairs gently in musing.
”Well you could talk to him. That'd be a start.” said Bolo stating the painfully obvious. ”No seriously man. You go find Noble, go work out some strategies of your own and you make 'em happen. I mean, how hard can it be? He might be an arsehole but I'm sure he's not completely unworkable. I mean, he saved you from getting beat up the other week right?” said Bolo as Eddie simply sighed and nodded his head in agreement reluctantly.
Eddie didn't particularly like Noble or his attitude, he was much too arrogant for the biker's tastes. I didn't either. The guy was an ass.
”Okay so... what if-” Eddie began to say but however he was quickly cut off. The bearded, aviator wearing figure that inspired fear throughout all of The Sons of Anarchy was rudely interrupting the planning session between myself, Bolo and Nash. That bi-, oh wait. It's him.
”Bitches and hoes. What it is with you all drinking and smoking in my back room? I-” jokingly complained the leader of The Sons of Anarchy, Mr. Geoff Baker but upon noting the shaved head of Eddie Nash his tone suddenly became a lot more sinister.
”What the fuck are you doing in my clubhouse?” barked Geoff throwing his jacket to one side as already he was ready for the fisticuffs.
”Easy Geoff. I'm seeing old friends. No need to go ape shit.”
”APE SHIT?! Don't talk to me about ape shit. Do you have any idea how much you cost us?”
”I pay my debts to the very cent. I did everything you asked me to do and I took care of Mikey for you. The debt is over, you said if I took care of Mikey for a few weeks it'd be fine. So you shut the fuck up before I break this bottle of Jack in your face.” snapped Eddie, his eyes were ablaze with pure hatred now. Wait a minute, Eddie was babysitting me? Lame. I don't need babysitting!
”Get the fuck out of my club-house before I end you. I'll call you if we need you, go back to your faggot wrestling company. Go slap on a rear naked choke. Why did you become a wrestler anyway? You can't even please a woman, I highly doubt your wrestling reach-arounds are worthy. mocked Geoff inciting further rage from Eddie. Bolo and I looked at each other and instinctively swept into action to hold Nash back before he tore him limb from limb. Geoff moved out of the way as we fought desperately to keep back the monster.
”I'll FUCKING kill you Geoff! If it's the last thing I do!”
”Go on, go back to the countryside Eddie, we'll call you when we need you. Fucking ass. HAHAHAHAHA!” laughed Geoff as Eddie was dragged kicking and roaring away from his would be victim.
Finally, as the trio left the building though that final confrontation was not a pleasant one for Geoff or for Eddie the sheer rage it sparked in the ex-con may have just been the start of something much more sinister. Eddie now driven by hatred may have the edge he needs to defeat the sinister Der Krieg Maschinen. It's not just about beat-downs any more. This is a blood war and Eddie Nash was going to tear apart Balraj and Somba if it was the last thing he ever did.
FADE
