Post by Jason Phoenix on Apr 9, 2011 20:29:01 GMT -5
Black.
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“Hey Jerry, how’s it going?”
“Nothing to complain about. Who’s the new guy?”
“Arson. Burned down a model home. Found him a couple hundred yards away from the site passed out on the ground, he stunk of gasoline, guess the fumes got to his head.”
“Wow, idiot. So how long is he in for?”
“He’s not.”
“He’s not?”
“Nope. Some big dude came in a few hours ago and paid his bail off. Wouldn’t say his name.”
“No shit. Huh.”
“Yep, lucky for him. He would have been locked away for a long time.”
The eyes of Jason Phoenix begin to slowly open to find the blinding fluorescent lights above him. He is lying on a cot in a small dank prison cell with starch white cinder block walls; three or four other large men sit on the other side of the cell, not paying attention to him at all. He slowly sits up and looks around, confused. His last memory was walking away from a home he lit ablaze, slowly emerging from its fiery depths as the sounds of sirens filled the night air. Then, black, and no memory remains. Phoenix turns his head from side to side confused, and wanting answers.
“Looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake.”
“Where…where am I?”
“Jail, princess. Arson is a big deal. But you’re just lucky no one was in the house you torched.”
“Yeah…lucky,” Phoenix says viciously under his breath. “So I guess I’m stuck here then?”
“Unfortunately, no. Today is a good day for you princess; someone paid your bail.”
“…Who?” This was a legitimate question. Phoenix could not think of anyone in the world that would care enough about him to pay his bail.
“I don’t really know. Some big guy came in, asked if you were here, and then wrote a check.”
“So I’m free to go?”
“Looks like it princess; but you keep pulling stunts like the one you pulled last night and you won’t get a second chance.”
The guard gets up out of his plastic orange chair and walks over to the cell and unlocks it, letting Phoenix free to go. Phoenix walks up to the counter to collect his things. The guard pulls a basket out from under the desk.
“What’s this?” Phoenix says referring to the folded up piece of paper on top of his wallet in the bin.
“The big dude left it for you.”
Perplexed, Phoenix grabs all his stuff, including his wallet, his zippo, and his old Ace of Diamonds playing card, all topped with the mysterious piece of folded paper and heads to the door. Opening the door, he is blinded by the intense sunlight. He had not been awake during the day in such a long time and has since forgotten just how bright the power of the sun is. After his weak eyes adjust, he sits on a small bench outside of the station and starts to unfold the piece of paper.
Jason,
I’ve been watching you from day one; all of your fights, all of your victories, and all of your losses. No matter how hard I pushed you, you always kept fighting and kept growing. I had very high hopes for you, but now you start doing shit like this. Starting fires. Getting thrown in jail. And for what? Some weird obsession you have with fire and being the best? You have far too much potential for you to throw your life away. I want you to succeed but you are making it very difficult. I know you don’t think much of Pride anymore, but you need to know, everything we do is for your best interest. From day one you were fighting Prides greatest, and we kept pushing you even further every week to see what you could really accomplish. But lately, it just seems like you’ve…given up. You seem to have lost the drive you once had. When you first started here you were eager to fight and win and be the greatest, but now, now you just fight for the pay check. I understand that we all need money to survive, but for you, this sport used to be about so much more than that. You were in love with the competition. Unfortunately, all of that is about to end. I’m afraid to inform you the Pride is closing its doors, for good. Some unavoidable conflicts have come up and Kurt and I have both decided it is time to end. There will be two more shows, and then I’m afraid you are out on your own. This week we have scheduled you, and everyone else for that matter, in a ten-man all-star elimination tag team match. Your partners will be Johnny Noble, Pitbull, Dru Tha Merc, and Obscene, while your opponents will be Eddie Nash, Josh Eagles, Eric Valor, Kid Flanagan, and Stephen Callaway. I know you do not have a great history with any of these men and will probably be outraged to hear of the lineup, but I ask you to give it your all in the match this week and just help us put on a great show like I know you can.
Sterling
Phoenix slowly looks up from the note, his mind racing with thoughts.
“Why? Why on earth would King Sterling bail me out? I get that he wants me there as another body to throw at his all-stars, but why not just leave me in jail and never have to deal with me again? It just makes no sense. And what is this about me teaming up with men that despise me, against men that despise me even more? This is not going to be pretty. But, I have to do it, I have to fight. I don’t owe Sterling anything, but there is a reason he bailed me out, I just know it. Now I just have to figure out what that reason is.”
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“Hey Jerry, how’s it going?”
“Nothing to complain about. Who’s the new guy?”
“Arson. Burned down a model home. Found him a couple hundred yards away from the site passed out on the ground, he stunk of gasoline, guess the fumes got to his head.”
“Wow, idiot. So how long is he in for?”
“He’s not.”
“He’s not?”
“Nope. Some big dude came in a few hours ago and paid his bail off. Wouldn’t say his name.”
“No shit. Huh.”
“Yep, lucky for him. He would have been locked away for a long time.”
The eyes of Jason Phoenix begin to slowly open to find the blinding fluorescent lights above him. He is lying on a cot in a small dank prison cell with starch white cinder block walls; three or four other large men sit on the other side of the cell, not paying attention to him at all. He slowly sits up and looks around, confused. His last memory was walking away from a home he lit ablaze, slowly emerging from its fiery depths as the sounds of sirens filled the night air. Then, black, and no memory remains. Phoenix turns his head from side to side confused, and wanting answers.
“Looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake.”
“Where…where am I?”
“Jail, princess. Arson is a big deal. But you’re just lucky no one was in the house you torched.”
“Yeah…lucky,” Phoenix says viciously under his breath. “So I guess I’m stuck here then?”
“Unfortunately, no. Today is a good day for you princess; someone paid your bail.”
“…Who?” This was a legitimate question. Phoenix could not think of anyone in the world that would care enough about him to pay his bail.
“I don’t really know. Some big guy came in, asked if you were here, and then wrote a check.”
“So I’m free to go?”
“Looks like it princess; but you keep pulling stunts like the one you pulled last night and you won’t get a second chance.”
The guard gets up out of his plastic orange chair and walks over to the cell and unlocks it, letting Phoenix free to go. Phoenix walks up to the counter to collect his things. The guard pulls a basket out from under the desk.
“What’s this?” Phoenix says referring to the folded up piece of paper on top of his wallet in the bin.
“The big dude left it for you.”
Perplexed, Phoenix grabs all his stuff, including his wallet, his zippo, and his old Ace of Diamonds playing card, all topped with the mysterious piece of folded paper and heads to the door. Opening the door, he is blinded by the intense sunlight. He had not been awake during the day in such a long time and has since forgotten just how bright the power of the sun is. After his weak eyes adjust, he sits on a small bench outside of the station and starts to unfold the piece of paper.
Jason,
I’ve been watching you from day one; all of your fights, all of your victories, and all of your losses. No matter how hard I pushed you, you always kept fighting and kept growing. I had very high hopes for you, but now you start doing shit like this. Starting fires. Getting thrown in jail. And for what? Some weird obsession you have with fire and being the best? You have far too much potential for you to throw your life away. I want you to succeed but you are making it very difficult. I know you don’t think much of Pride anymore, but you need to know, everything we do is for your best interest. From day one you were fighting Prides greatest, and we kept pushing you even further every week to see what you could really accomplish. But lately, it just seems like you’ve…given up. You seem to have lost the drive you once had. When you first started here you were eager to fight and win and be the greatest, but now, now you just fight for the pay check. I understand that we all need money to survive, but for you, this sport used to be about so much more than that. You were in love with the competition. Unfortunately, all of that is about to end. I’m afraid to inform you the Pride is closing its doors, for good. Some unavoidable conflicts have come up and Kurt and I have both decided it is time to end. There will be two more shows, and then I’m afraid you are out on your own. This week we have scheduled you, and everyone else for that matter, in a ten-man all-star elimination tag team match. Your partners will be Johnny Noble, Pitbull, Dru Tha Merc, and Obscene, while your opponents will be Eddie Nash, Josh Eagles, Eric Valor, Kid Flanagan, and Stephen Callaway. I know you do not have a great history with any of these men and will probably be outraged to hear of the lineup, but I ask you to give it your all in the match this week and just help us put on a great show like I know you can.
Sterling
Phoenix slowly looks up from the note, his mind racing with thoughts.
“Why? Why on earth would King Sterling bail me out? I get that he wants me there as another body to throw at his all-stars, but why not just leave me in jail and never have to deal with me again? It just makes no sense. And what is this about me teaming up with men that despise me, against men that despise me even more? This is not going to be pretty. But, I have to do it, I have to fight. I don’t owe Sterling anything, but there is a reason he bailed me out, I just know it. Now I just have to figure out what that reason is.”