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#Post#: 8810--------------------------------------------------
Challenges
By: Aussie Boy Date: April 30, 2013, 11:26 pm
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1st February 2013
A tall solidly built man walked out of Alderney State
Correctional Facility and looked down the road and then turned
his head and looked up the road, flicking his long brown messy
hair as he did, a slight smile appeared on his mouth surrounded
by a perfectly kept beard. He waited for the bus he just spotted
to stop.
He boarded the bus casually and sat down in an open seat,
putting his bag next to him, he leaned back in the seat and
relaxed, breathed deeply and sighed a sigh of relief, he was
free. The bus traveled through Alderney and the man had to
switch buses near the Booth Tunnel, that bus would eventually
take him home.
Around lunch time, the man walked off the bus and walked the
short distance from the bus stop to his parents home, the only
home he's ever known. Other than prison. He walked inside and
went to the kitchen, he chucked his bag on the dinning table
that was in the middle of the kitchen and got himself a glass of
water.
..."What the fuck are doing in my house!" A middle aged man with
long greyish black hair shouted while holding a pistol towards
the man.
The man turned around and looked at old man in a leather cut-off
jacket holding a pistol at him, his cut off was that of a Lost
Brotherhood member and it was covered in patches and badges. The
two looked very similar in the face and even in body shape.
..."Dad, it's me" The man said.
The old man lowered his pistol as he facial expression
changed... "James?" He muttered.
..."James, it is you!" The Old Man said.
..."Yes dad, it's me" James said to his father.
..."Good to see ya' son, how was you're stint?" James's father
asked.
..."Long..." James said.
..."That's prison for you, ha ha ha" The Old man said with a
chuckle... "We need to celebrate!" His dad said and went to the
fridge and took a whiskey bottle from the top of it as well as
two shots glasses. They sat down at the dining table and the Old
man poured the both of them a shot each. Then a phone rang, the
old man answered it and put it loud speaker.
..."Tommy, no time to explain. Shit's gone down, Pres, wants
everybody at the clubhouse right now" The man on the other end
explained.
..."Shit, alright I'll be there" Tommy said and ended the call.
..."Sorry James, we'll celebrate tonight" Tommy told his son.
..."Tommy picked up his shot glass held it towards James, James
picked up his and they clinked the glasses.
..."To you're lovely mother, god rest her soul" Tommy said and
they both downed their shots simultaneously. Tommy jogged
outside got his on his Harley and took off, the sound of the
chopper reminded James of something. He got up from the dining
table and walked out the back door of the house and into the
garage, his large tool box was sitting in the corner, next to
the bike he was building.
He was working for one of the best Motorcycle Companies on the
East Coast he threw it all away because he couldn't deal with
his personal life, at least the company he worked for had the
decency to return all his stuff. One bad thing happened, and it
was downward spiral until he ended up in a prison cell.
James walked back in the house out of the cold air and sat in
the Living room on the old leather couch and turned the TV on
and channel surfed before falling asleep watching a rerun of Law
and Order.
James woke to sound of gunfire he groaned and looked at the TV
to see what he was watching, Law and Order was still on and they
were talking in Court, then he realized the gun fire was real,
he rushed out in the hallway and seen bullets piercing through
the front door, he rushed into the kitchen and bullets were
flying through the entire front wall of the house.
A bullet just missed him and dropped to the ground covered his
head as the gun fire continued for a bit and then stopped, James
got up and went to the window and saw men in masks coming from a
van parked on the road, he hid under the table and watched as
one came to the kitchen window and chucked a Molotov Cocktail in
and rushed off.
The Kitchen caught fire quickly, and smoke alarms started going
off, James rushed out of the kitchen and noticed the bedroom at
the front of the house was also burning, he went for the front
door, he opened it and ran out, the van had sped off, he ran
down to the footpath and started screaming for someone to call
the Fire brigade.
Then he remember the photo albums, as a car stopped and the
driver dialled his mobile phone, James sprinted back into the
house and into the Living room, he went into a small cabinet
under the TV and grabbed the two big photo albums sitting there
and rushed back outside as more and more of the house started to
burn.
All James could do was watch as the police turned up to reports
of gun shots and the Fire Brigade and Ambulance arrived
together, he watched as the Fire Brigade extinguished the blaze,
but by the time it was out, the house was gutted and beyond
repair, all that remained was the brick exterior walls.
..."Excuse me. We just need to take some details and we'll be on
our way" A cop explained to James.
..."Alright" James said while looking at the remains of his
child hood home.
..."Name, Date of Birth and place of employment"
..."James Doyle, July 15th 1991 and I'm unemployed"
..."Contact details?"
..."826 555 0100" James rattled off after remembering the spare
mobile phone he kept in his tool box.
..."What were you doing when this all happened?"
..."I was asleep in the Living Room" James explained
..."What woke you up?"
..."The smoke alarm, I got up to see what it was and noticed the
kitchen and the front bedroom was on fire" James explained.
..."We have numerous reports of shots being fired" The cop
stated.
..."I had the TV going when I fell asleep, I assumed it was on
the TV" James lied.
..."Alright thank you Mister Doyle, we'll be in contact" The Cop
said and both he and his partner got in the police cruiser and
drove away leaving James standing on the side of the road next
to the burned out shell of a house.
James sighed and walked through the cold night air, around the
back and into the garage, he dragged an old plastic chair to the
corner, next to his tool, sat down and curled up in the chair
and tried to sleep in the chair in the dimly lit garage.
2nd February 2013
James got out of the chair and stretched and yawned. He
retrieved his mobile from the tool box and turned it on, he
noticed underneath it, was 30 dollars, he took that as well and
stuffed his phone and cash into his pocket and walked out of the
garage in to the warm sun. He stretched again even groaning
while doing it.
James hopped over the small concrete fence and walked around the
corner and up the street, he rubbed his eyes as he walked. He
remember a small diner near by and headed there; hoping to get a
cheap meal. He walked into the diner and went right up to the
counter and looked at menu on the blackboard hanging high on the
wall behind the counter.
..."Hello sir, may I get you anything?" A woman behind the
counter asked. James swallowed and cleared his throat.
..."Bacon, egg and cheese sandwich and a coffee" He
said..."Please" He added.
..."Sure that'll be ready for you in a second" She said with a
lovely smile that made James smile. James handed her the 10
dollar note and took a seat at the table closest to the counter.
He put his head in his hands and started thinking about where he
was going to sleep that night.
..."Here you go sir" The young woman said as she gave James his
bacon, egg and cheese roll and his coffee.
..."Thank you, and it's James" He said. She smiled again and
walked back behind the counter to serve the next customer that
had just walked in the door.
James smiled and thought about her cheerful smile, it had
brightened his day. He ate his meal and left the diner and
walked back to ruins of his house and started searching for
anything that might have survived, turns out the the back
bedroom on the bottom story survived (Partially). He opened the
door the scorched black door and looked around, a bed against
the back wall was not burned at all.
He took it out into the garage piece by piece, and then he took
the mattress followed by sheets, blankets and pillows, at least
he had a bed now. He found a battery powered radio in the closet
and a stashed bottle of whiskey, this room once belonged to his
older sister, so he expected to find forgotten cash, weed,
alcohol and he hoped she had taken all her sex toys with her,
when she moved out.
After hours of searching what was left of the house (Mostly
anything along the back wall) He had made himself a little home
in the garage, with a bed, two bottles of whiskey, a bag of
weed, he intended to sell, because smoking weed was one of the
many contributing factors to him ending up in prison for four
years.
He now had 40 dollars in notes and 5 dollars in change, from
scavenging from the house. The radio was set up on top of an old
garden table, that was sitting on the side of the road next to a
few trash bags. It was starting to get dark and James decided to
go and get a drink, so he started walking to the Steinway Beer
Garden a few blocks East.
The place was packed, way more than he remembered it ever being,
he walked through the crowd of people into the bar itself and
sat down at the bar.
..."What'll ya have?" The Bar Tender asked.
..."Logger" James said, the bar tender was quick about it and
handed James an opened bottle of Logger Beer.
..."Thanks... Hey you don't know where I could pick up some
quick cash?" James asked the Bar Tender.
..."Can ya fight matey?" He asked after looking James over.
..."I learned in the best training center in Alderney" James
joked.
..."What is that?" The Bar Tender asked.
..."Alderney State Correctional Facility" James said with a
slight chuckle.
..."Oh... ha ha ha ha ha!" The Bar Tender laughed in his thick
Irish accent.
..."Go through the back door here, sometimes someone will offer
a random challenge, you get paid 50 bucks and a free trip to the
hospital if you lose. You get a lot more if you win" The Bar
Tender explained.
..."Alright, thank you" James said. He paid for his beer and
strolled through the back door and seen a square mat in the
middle of the room, surrounded by a waist high chain link fence.
He got to a spot he could see from and watch the first fight.
It was rather quick as one guy got a big right hook in early and
knocked his opponent out cold.
..."Your winner: Mr Grunge!" Someone shouted through a
megaphone, James noticed a lot of betting and cash flow around
the ring, He guessed that was how they paid the fighters.
..."That was nothing, I'm offering an open challenge to anybody
who thinks they can take me" Mr Grunge shouted.
..."I'll take him!" James shouted.
..."Come on down!" The same guy yelled in the megaphone.
James rushed down the ring and jumped the chain link fence
around it the guy with the Megaphone came over to him and spoke
quietly to James.
..."Knock him out, keep him grounded for ten seconds with out
touching him or getting to him to give up, gives you win, no
pokes in the eye, nothing below the belt, if you kill him, you
have to get rid of the body, where are you from and what's your
stage name?".
..."Um... Jimbo" James stated... "What do I get if I win?".
..."500 dollars" The mega phone guy said.
..."Shirt off, shoes off, taped fists" The Megaphone guy
explained and then the referee came over and started taping up
James's fists.
..."Introducing the challengers, you all know Mr Grunge and his
opponent fresh out of the Aldereny State Correctional facility,
weighing in at rough 230 pounds. Jimboooo!" The megaphone guy
shouted... "Fight!" He yelled and bailed out of the ring.
..."Mr Flanagan, would you like to place a bet?" One of the
bookies asked.
..."Give me 400 on Jimbo" Mr Flanagan said.
..."Those are big odds" The Bookie said.
..."Slow week, gotta pay my crew" Mr Flanagan said.
Jimbo and Grunge met in the middle of the ring and both took big
right hand swings at each other....
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$80
-Old Mobile Phone
-Keys to garage
-Bag of weed
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Very long read, I hope you enjoyed, more to come.
Next chapter will open with a (Hopefully) Enjoyable fight scene.
#Post#: 8813--------------------------------------------------
Re: Challenges
By: Aussie Boy Date: May 1, 2013, 9:16 am
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2nd February 2013
They both connected with their rights hands, causing each to
stumble backwards. They met face to face again in the middle of
the ring and Grunge gave an uppercut to James's stomach, James
stepped backwards and leaned forwards a little bit and Grunge
punched James in the side of the head, knocking him to the
floor. Grunge went after James, but he grabbed Grunge by the arm
and flipped Grunge over himself and onto the floor as well.
James got up quickly and tackled Grunge to the ground and tried
to put him in a choke hold he'd seen in a movie once, but he
couldn't get it on properly and Grunge elbowed his way out of it
and made space between himself and James. He and James had a
stand off before James tried to tackle Grunge and Grunge slammed
Jame's head into the chain mesh and then drove his knee in
Jame's face, causing his right upper check to swell up around a
large cut.
James pulled Grunge's feet out from under him and laid a big hay
maker on Grunge, before Grunge could try to hit back, James gave
another one, busting open Grunge's eyebrow. Grunge blocked the
third hit and punched James in the chin which caused James to
fall of him, they both got up and rushed each other again.
Grunge tried to tackle James, but James countered it and got
Grunge in a sleep hold, Grunge pushed James off him and into the
chain mesh and then kicked him in the back and James fell over
the chain mesh fence and hit the hard concrete floor on the
outside of the ring. Grunge showed off inside the ring as James
slowly got his feet.
Grunge went over to James to get him back in the ring, but James
was faking and bashed Grunge's head against the pipe that was on
top of the chain mesh. James reached over the fence and decked
Grunge, who fell flat on his back.
James climbed onto the fence and balanced for a second and then
jumped onto Grunge, as James rolled off of Grunge, he went
straight for his ribs and laid on the ground holding his ribs.
James got up and looked Grunge on the ground riving in pain. The
referee started the count and James stepped back and waited.
Grunge got up by 7 and tried to box James, he got one successful
shot in, before James broke his nose and sent him to the ground
unconscious.
..."He's down, winner is Jimbo" The Referee said to the
megaphone guy.
..."Your winner: Jimboooo!" The Megaphone guy shouted into his
megaphone as everybody groaned about the money they just lost.
..."Alright clear the ring, we still got more fights" The
Megaphone guy said.
James got out of the ring and grabbed his boots and jacket and
was given his prize money and small first aid kit as he reward
for winning. James put his boots on and started walking for the
door. When he was grabbed by two men and escorted out the door
and sat down at a table, then a man who looked to be in his mid
40's sat down at the table with them and 2 more guys, stood at
the end of the table.
..."What the fuck is this?" James said with his heart racing.
..."Son, you just made me a lot of money in there?" Mr Flanagan
said with a smile on his face.
..."What.. huh. why... I don't understand" James stuttered, not
comprehending the situation.
One of the guys who originally grabbed James, opened his first
aid kit he got with his prize money and started working on the
cut on James's cheek that was trickling blood down his face and
starting to swell up.
..."What the hell are you doing?" James asked, trying to move
his face away.
..."Hold still, I'm fixing this cut up for you" He said.
..."I'm confused" James said.
..."Yeah we got that" One of the guys at the end of the table
said.
..."Look Grunge will tell you, he's only lost 2 of his last 9
fights, but he isn't including the 11 he fought in Algonquin
before he moved to Dukes, when I seen you go to the ring, I knew
you'd beat him, I put all my remaining money on you, and now, I
can pay my crew this week, thank you!" Mr Flanagan explained.
..."You're welcome..." James said.
Mr Flanagan looked at around at his boys and looked at James,
examining him.
..."What's you're name son?" Mr Flanagan asked.
..."James" James said.
..."James... ?" One of Mr Flanagan's guys gestured with his hand
to continue.
..."Doyle. James Doyle" James said cautiously.
..."I'm Mr Flanagan, the guy fixing you up is Arnie, the guy
sitting next to me is Ryan, the guy at the end with the buzz cut
is Perry and standing next to him with the gold tooth is Simon"
Mr Flanagan introduced himself and his crew nicely.
..."Look James, I want you meet us here tomorrow night, until
then, enjoy this, as a thank you" Mr Flanagan said and handed
James a wad of ten dollar notes. Mr Flanagan got up and Ryan
followed him. Arnie finished fixing up James's face.
..."Plenty of pussy out tonight, spend that money wisely!" Arnie
said in his voice that was very similar to Joe Pesci.
..."Aw fuck. What the hell just happened?" James asked himself.
James ran his hands along his head and which flattened it out as
well, he was trying to understand what just went down, but he
figured he'd just joined a gang of Irishmen. Then a busty blonde
woman sat down across from him.
..."I saw you fight in there, you got some sweet moves!" She
said trying to be seductive. James was now surprised and a
little more confused, he took a second to answer and just took a
deep breath.
..."Thank you, always nice to speak to the fans" He joked and
she giggled.
..."I'm Melissa" She introduced herself.
..."James" James said and then extended his had for handshake.
..."Um... your hand is covered in blood" Melissa pointed out.
James turned his hand and looked at the blood from his recent
fight on there.
..."Oh. Sorry" He said and then elegantly wiped his hand on his
shirt and went for the handshake again. Which made Melissa
laugh.
..."You wanna drink?" James asked.
..."That'd be lovely" Melissa said.
..."Eh! Two Loggers! and what'll you have?" James asked.
..."Oh that's old" Melissa said, but still having a chuckle at
it, because she guessed he knew that but said it to be funny
anyway, she was right.
..."Make it four Loggers" Melissa yelled.
..."Bring a 6 pack over" James yelled.
..."A 6 pack each" Melissa countered.
..."You're getting the whole fecking box!" The Bar tender said
and dropped the case of beer on the table. Both James and
Melissa laughed and James paid for it.
..."So what do you do?" James asked.
..."I'm a qualified hair dresser, and I'm fucking good!" Melissa
said... "You?" She asked James.
..."I'm world class prize fighter, why do you think I'm fighting
in the bar room of an Irish Pub?" James joked.
..."No seriously, I'm looking for a job, I just need some cash
until I get a job".
James and Melissa talked for hours and finished off the entire
box of Logger Beer and walked out of bar together and both
headed for Melissa's apartment. As they stumbled down the road,
trying to stay upright they passed a group of drunk teenagers
also out a Saturday Night stumble.
..."Hey, enjoy!" James yelled at them and threw the bag of weed
he was going to sell to them and he and Melissa continued
stumbling, the Teenagers drunkenly thanked them as they
continued on.
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..."hey Boss" Byron said as he walked into Mr Flanagan's den
(That he uses as an office).
..."Yes, what did you find out?" Mr Flanagan asked.
..."James Robert Doyle, he's 22 in July, he was in Alderney
State for four years on Drug Charges and Grand Theft Auto,
apparently he has links to the Lost MC and he lives in Steinway"
Byron said.
..."Sounds like a perfect fit for our organization" Mr Flanagan
stated with a chuckle.
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3rd February 2013
James awoke to the bright sun coming through the window, he
kicked the blankets off and looked around the clean carpet
floored room, he got up and stretched and then realized how soft
that bed was. He grabbed his undies and pulled them on and then
his jeans and walked out of the bedroom into a kitchen/dining
room/living room.
..."Hey James" Melissa said while cooking bacon and eggs.
..."Good morning Melissa" James said as the night before
starting coming back to him.
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- $770
- Old Mobile Phone: ~
~Melissa
- Keys to Garage
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I'm enjoying the hell out of this story.
#Post#: 8819--------------------------------------------------
Re: Challenges
By: OGluke Date: May 1, 2013, 9:58 am
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To begin with that was a kickass monologue but i should expect
as much, your always putting thought and depth in your
characters, jolly good indeed.
I read the first part bout the house burning down and the police
showing up and i'm thinking to myself, what if they were still
making GTA4 DLC and this was apart of it?
You really do love the biker scene, i never even learnt how to
ride a bicyle and i'm too old to now.
I'm behind you 101% boss
#Post#: 8825--------------------------------------------------
Re: Challenges
By: Aussie Boy Date: May 1, 2013, 9:58 pm
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Thanks OG, I took my time and didn't rush this, so I hope it is
good.
The Bikers will be involved in this story, but they will be
portrayed as the average outlaw biker, not the cleaned up
version I used to write about.
You're never to old to learn how to ride bro.
I originally had planned a short version of the main characters
life story at the beginning, but I though it would be better to
leak details through the story, so you get to learn everything
about him, as the story goes.
#Post#: 8835--------------------------------------------------
Re: Challenges
By: Aussie Boy Date: May 7, 2013, 8:47 am
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3rd February 2013
James moved things around the garage he was living in, since he
left Melissa's he'd been to a Yard Sale and brought some
furniture, a box of clothes and then went clothes and grocery
shopping and spent almost everything he'd earned, he had a 100
dollars left and he needed to figure out how to make more, if he
was going to survive.
He felt the swelling on his face and thought about doing another
fight, he figured it was good money and he can fight. James left
the garage and headed to the bar as the sun was setting over the
city.
The Garage was now outfitted with a small bookshelf, a small
wooden coffee table, a small fridge and a large floor mat, they
were all scratched and or stained, but he got them cheaply which
was the important thing to James.
The streets around Steinway were rather quiet which was usual
for a Sunday afternoon, James walked into the Beer Garden and
looked around, not seeing Mr Flanagan around, he continued on
and went into the bar, he looked around in there and didn't see
him, so he sat down at the bar and the same bar tender from the
previous night came over to him.
..."Logger?" The Bar Tender asked.
..."Yeah" James said with a nod.
..."Alright" The Bar Tender said and went over got a bottle of
Logger from the fridge and brought it James.
..."Hey those fights last night?" James asked.
..."Yeah?" The Bar Tender said.
..."Who do I see about getting in, on them?" James asked. The
Bar Tender looked around the bar for a few seconds.
..."His name is Martin Shyskee, I think he's out back, packing
up his ring" The Bar Tender explained.
..."Thanks" James said and took his beer and walked through the
back door into the room, it was a lot smaller than he James
though it was, he though it just looked small because of the
amount of people packed in there on the previous night.
..."Hey can I help you?" A chubby guy in a track suit asked
James.
..."I'm looking for Martin Shyskee?" James stated
..."Over there!" The guy pointed.
James walked over to a tall fat guy with a ponytail who was
abusing one of his employees over not collecting entrance fees
at the door like he should've been, instead sitting at the bar
and drinking all night. After the arguement the employee told
Martin to go fuck himself and left.
..."Can I help you?" Martin asked James.
..."Well, I'm looking to get in on these fights" James stated.
..."As a fighter?" Martin asked.
..."Yeah, I need the money, I can do it, why not?" James said.
Martin looked James over and thought for a moment, about his own
current situation and about how James fought in his fight.
..."Alright. Look, the way this works, is you come up with a
fighting name, something better than Jimbo. I text you the time
and location of our fights, you turn up and fight whoever I tell
you to fight, you give me 50 from your prize money if you win,
if you lose, better luck next time. And on the first of every
month, you give me 300 dollars" Martin explained.
..."Sounds like a good deal, are we allowed to bet on ourselves
in fights?" James asked.
..."No and you'll get in for free, where everybody who comes to
watch, will pay 20 dollars to get in.
..."Well I got in for free last night?" James said.
..."Yeah that's why that guy was just fired" Martin stated.
..."Look, give me your number and just turn up, remember there
are no shows, taped fists, no below the belt shots and no trying
to kill your opponent" Martin said.
..."Alright, my number is 826 555 0100 and I'll see you whenever
I see you next" James said. Martin nodded and walked away as did
James.
James came out of the back room and saw Mr Flanagan, Ryan and 3
different guys from the first time they met. James walked over
to them and sat down with them.
..."James Sean Doyle, born July 15th 1990, 4 years in Alderney
State Correctional facility for 2 drug charges, an assault
charge and grand theft auto charge" Mr Flanagan stated.
..."That's correct" James said while slightly irritated.
..."Look, you're a perfect fit for my crew, and I need good
people, so do you want in?" Mr Flanagan asked.
..."So what are you like Irish Mafia?" James asked.
..."Do we look fucking organized?" One of Mr Flanagan's guys
stated.
..."Look we're a gang, we are hired hands for bigger gangs, one
of my guys was arrested recently for rape, I need someone to
replace him" Mr Flanagan explained.
..."It's good money, the work is pretty easy, we're small enough
that if you keep your dick out of non consenting pussy and or
rectums, the police won't bother us" A guy with a Mohawk and a
goatee stated. James looked at Mr Flanagan and then looked
around the guys he had with him.
..."Do I have to shoot anyone?" James asked.
..."Not fatally" Ryan said.
..."Alright, not like I'm going to get a legitimate job anywhere
that pays decently" James said.
..."Good, now we have 3 initiation tests for you to run before
we can involve you in anything, you know, in case you're a cop"
Mr Flanagan explained.
..."Well most of us don't, one guy we use to have with us, had
quite a thing for them, as a matter of fact, he raped one" One
lanky guy wearing a Liberty City Swingers Baseball cap said.
..."Well she wasn't actually a cop, she was just dressed as one"
Ryan said.
..."Well she wasn't actually a she, she was he, but he looked a
she, well she was hung like he, or vice versa" One guy wearing a
leather jacket said.
..."So he raped a she-male dressed as a cop, under the belief he
she was a real cop?" James summarized.
..."In the ass!" said the Average sized quiet guy who hadn't
said anything since they'd been talking.
..."Yes, he also bit off one of she-he's nipples and ate it" Mr
Flanagan added.
..."Um. That's not part of the Initiation is it?" James asked.
..."No... Yeah-No..." Mr Flanagan reached across the table and
put his hand on James's shoulder... "If you did that, we'd
probably have to have you committed" Mr Flanagan said.
..."But forget about that, we'd really like for you to do one of
your initiations tonight" Mr Flanagan said.
..."O...Kay... what have I gotta do?" James asked.
..."Go with Ryan, he'll explain" Mr Flanagan said.
..."Come' on" Ryan said as he started walking.
James got up and walked out of the bar with him and through the
beer garden, they walked out of the beer garden and got in a
grey sedan together.
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..."So the quiet guy is Jesse, the guy with the Swingers hat is
Oliver and the other guy with the van dyke growing is Max?"
James asked.
..."Correct" Ryan said as they drove around.
..."Can we turn the radio on?" James asked after a few minutes
of silence.
..."Put Liberty Rock or Radio Broker on, or leave it off" Ryan
ordered.
..."Good" James said as he turned the radio on and left it
playing in Liberty Rock Radio.
..."So why am I beating this guy up?" James asked as they drove
through the dark night and drizzling rain.
..."Hey is a drug dealer, and he isn't paying Mr Flanagan to
deal in East Island City which is Mr Flanagan's turf and he's
drug dealer and we thought you'd like to kick a drug dealers
teeth in" Ryan explained to James
They sat in the car in silence driving around East Island City
looking for a drug dealer by the name of Jose. Ryan's phone rang
as they past the scrap yard.
..."He's where?"
..."Alright we'll see you there"
Ryan hung up the phone and looked at James with a grin.
..."He's got a buddy watching his back, so you'll have to take
both of them down, think you can handle that?"
..."Yeah, should be easy" James said confidently.
Ryan drove up into Steinway and drove to recently built
apartment building that was next to a vacant lot filled with old
cars and trash. Ryan pulled the Sedan up behind a Bobcat pickup
truck and both Ryan and James got out of the sedan and walked to
the passenger side window of the pick up.
..."Eh, he's down there, average size guys jackets, standing
underneath some cover between the building and retaining wall"
Jesse explained.
..."Alright, I'm going down there" James stated and then walked
down, Ryan, Jesse and and Oliver quietly got out of the pick up
and followed James as he walked down into the gap and walked
towards the dealer and his body guard like he use to when he
used to buy from dealers.
..."What's up son? What can I get for ya?" The dealer asked.
..."Some smash" James said
..."Some what?" The dealer asked.
James grabbed the Bodyguard by the shirt and rammed him into the
dealer and then smashed him against the wall and let him fall to
the ground. The dealer tried to attack James, but James gave him
and uppercut and knocked him back and then James grabbed a lid
of a near by trash can and bashed it over the dealers head and
then again and then turned around and bent it in half over the
bodyguards bloodies bald head.
James grabbed the dealer buy the shirt and threw him against the
trash can and he crashed to the ground with the trash can, James
picked him up and held him up by one hand and punched him in the
cheek with one hand then gave 3 uppercuts straight into the
dealers rib cage and then threw him once again, but this time at
the Bodyguard, which sent both clambering against the wall.
James gave a right hook and knocked the dealer to the ground
once again and then elbowed the bodyguard in the head and drove
his head into the concrete ground with something similar to a
wrestling move.
..."Ha ha ha ha" Oliver laughed as Ryan, Jesse and himself
walked over to James.
..."Jose. Listen, we will be happy to let you deal on our turf,
but you gotta pay Mr Flanagan his cut and it's okay to have a
Bodyguard, but get one that can actually fight" Oliver said to
the dealer nicely.
Oliver held the dealer down, while Ryan and Jesse, took his
money, drugs and his pistol, they also took the pistol from the
Unconscious Bodyguard, the dealer looked up at the four men, due
to the rain and the severity of the lacerations, his entire face
and upper torso was covered in blood, as was the bodyguard.
..."This will do nicely as a repayment, so, you know how to get
in contact with us, when you feel like dealing again, just let
us know where and we'll come and collect our payment, okay?"
Oliver explained.
..."Al...Al...Alright" The dealer choked.
..."Good" Oliver said and then rose up from his crouching
position and walked away with Ryan, Jesse and James. They got
back to the cars and stopped to talk.
..."Alright, James you did a real good job there, we'll give you
a call tomorrow to do some errands for us, if you want?" Oliver
said.
..."I need the money, so yeah my number is 826 555 0100" James
said.
..."Good, we'll give you call, oh here, for your trouble" Oliver
said and then held out some money in his hand. James smiled and
took it.
..."Thanks" James said.
..."We'll give you a call" Oliver said as he got into the the
pick up truck.
James walked back to his garage while counting the money.
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- $375
- Old Mobile Phone: ~
~Melissa
~Martin
~Oliver
- Keys to Garage
#Post#: 8851--------------------------------------------------
Re: Challenges
By: Aussie Boy Date: May 14, 2013, 10:16 am
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4th February 2013
James walked out of his garage and headed to the diner near by
where he brought a bacon and egg sandwich and checked the time
on his phone, he had been called earlier that morning and told
to be at the scrap yard in East Island City at 10:00am. James
took his sandwich to go tipped the girl who served him because
just like the other day she had a day brightening smile and very
pleasant attitude.
James walked across the road that led to the bridge and down the
grassy hill from Steinway to East Island City, he walked to an
open garage where Oliver was waiting out front having a smoke.
..."James, good to see you buddy" Oliver said.
..."You to, you said you had some errands for me to do?" James
said cutting straight the chase.
..."Yeah in the officer over there is Perry, talk to him" Oliver
said pointing with the same hand he was holding his cigarette
in.
..."Thanks" James said.
James walked into the garage and looked around, it looked
disorganized with oil stains and metal dust on the floor, 44
gallon drums cut in half and full of old oil, tools scattered
from one end of the garage to the other and the most high tech
item in the garage was the big stereo that was locked on Liberty
Rock Radio.
..."Fucking useless piece of shit!" Someone yelled from under
one of the vehicles they were working on.
James knocked on the door frame of the office and stuck his head
through the open door and nodded at Perry who was sitting at a
desk talking on the phone. James leaned against the door frame
and watched the workers as they went about their business in the
garage.
..."James, come in" Perry stated.
James turned around into the office, where Perry was now
standing.
..."You're gonna do some errands for us then?" Perry asked.
..."Yeah" James said.
..."Alright follow me" Perry said.
Perry and James walked through the garage while the same guy was
still yelling abuse at the car he was working on, they walked
into a parts room at the back of the garage and Perry handed
James a box and a car key.
..."This is for the Rancher out back in yard and this box will
get you 25 to life in prison, drop them to a guy in Beechwood
City at the car wash, across the road from the Homebrew Cafe,
his nickname is Ulysses" Perry explained.
..."Do I have to bring anything back?" James asked.
..."Yeah he'll give you a small parcel to bring back, alright.
Get going" Perry said.
James walked out of the garage and into the scrap yard out back,
he got into the rancher and put the box on the flor on the
passenger side of pick up truck and drove out the open gate and
headed for Beechwood City. He dropped the box to Ulysses and
returned the parcel to the garage, several hours the trip took,
due the heavy traffic of the Monday morning.
..."James you're back" Perry said as James got out of the
rancher and began walking up the scrap yard towards the backdoor
of the garage.
..."Sure am, here's your parcel" James said while he passed the
tiny box to Perry.
..."Thanks, look, here's a pen, would you go around the garage,
the parts shop next door and the scrap yard and see what
everybody wants for lunch" Perry said. So James went around Mr
Flanagan's scrap yard, garage and car parts shop and learned
everybody's name and got their lunch order and money for it. He
had 13 orders to get, so he rang the Cluckin Bell in Cerveza
Heights and ordered everything so it would be all ready for him
when he got there.
He drove the Rancher down to the Cluckin Bell and retrieved
everybody's lunch and drove it back to the garage just in time
for lunch. He spent the rest of the day cleaning up around the
Mr Flanagans business's and he spent the next two days doing
similar things and figured out he was carting around ammunition
that was hidden inside filter boxes and empty oil containers.
7th February 2013
James knocked on the door of a big house overlooking the large
park in Steinway, it was a house in a street that was filled
with houses that all look the same, Mr Flanagan answered the
door.
..."James, right on time, let's go" Mr Flanagan said and then
walked out of the house and closed the door behind him. James
followed him down the stairs and to the roller door of the
garage, Mr Flanagan opened the door revealing a jet black
intruder with chrome rims and bumpers.
..."Nice car" James stated.
..."Thanks, Mr Flanagan said and then handed James the key to
the car and a Glock 17 pistol.
..."We're going to Meadows Park" Mr Flanagan said and then went
and got in the backseat of the Intruder.
James drove the Intruder out of the garage and closed the door
and then drove it to Meadows Park on the cold overcast day.
James parked outside and a watched as another man in a trench
coat carrying a suitcase walked from the house and got in the
backseat of the Intruder with Mr Flanagan.
..."James this is Mr Walsh, you probably met his brother at the
garage the other day" Mr Flanagan explained.
..."I don't know, who's your brother?" James asked Mr Walsh.
..."Byron" Mr Walsh said.
..."Oh yeah, I met Byron, so you two are brothers?" James asked.
..."Yeah" Mr Walsh said.
..."Okay. So there are 15 of you all up?" James asked.
..."Correct" Mr Flanagan said.
..."Good, I know everyone now" James said.
..."Alright, take us to downtown Broker, we have a meeting to
attend" Mr Walsh said.
..."Will do" James said and pulled away from the curb.
He drove down to Downtown Broker. James had stay with the
Intruder that was parked right outside the small building where
the meeting was taking place. After hours of standing outside
hoping it wouldn't rain James finally got to leave as Mr
Flanagan and his book keeper and second in command Mr Walsh come
out the building ad got into the Intruder again.
James then had to drive them to get lunch at a Diner in Hove
Beach and then down to Beach Gate and then down to East Hook
where he waited by the car for another half an hour while Mr
Flanagan and Mr Walsh talked to a boat captain.
As James was driving Mr Flanagan and Mr Walsh to Charge Island
to check out a boat warehouse James received a text from Martin
and he answered. It said: Saturday Night 7pm, East Hook,
Warehouse 256, bring cowboy hat.
..."What's that about?" Mr Walsh asked, referring to the text
message.
..."The location of my next fight" James said he put his phone
down and let his reply send.
..."You fight?" Mr Walsh asked.
..."Yeah, he fights for Martin Shyskee" Mr Flanagan explained.
..."I see, where is your next fight?" Mr Walsh asked.
..."East Hook warehouse 256" James explained.
..."I may pay it a visit, I assume it's on Saturday Night at 7?"
Mr Walsh asked.
..."Yep" James confirmed.
James drove them to warehouse and then took both men back to Mr
Flanagans house. Mr Flanagan gave James Friday, Saturday and
Sunday off to work on his fighting and also gave him his pay for
the week early.
James spent his Friday reading magazines about boxing and mixed
martial arts fighting and luckily caught a few matches on Pay
Per View at the beer garden on Friday Night and afterwards
called Martin to confirm all the rules of the fights and spent
most of his Saturday working out a strategy and a fighting
style.
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- $1020
- Old Mobile Phone: ~
~Melissa
~Martin
~Oliver
~Mr Flanagan
~Flanagan Auto Parts and Restoration (Business)
- Keys to Garage
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Sorry about cutting through so much, but what I originally wrote
was long and boring and not written so well, so I cut most of it
out, edited the bad bits and added a bit extra to get me through
the entire week. Next chapter coming soon.
#Post#: 8856--------------------------------------------------
Re: Challenges
By: Aussie Boy Date: May 16, 2013, 10:50 am
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9th February 2013
..."Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages!
I am please to announce that East Liberty Underground Fighting
League has expanded! With the acquisition of 2 brand new
fighters, the use of this and several other warehouses around
Dukes and Broker and the addition of official MMA Gloves, we
plan to bring top notch fighting as well as Saturday Night
entertainment for all. Now without further ado, I present to all
378 in attendance, the first fight of the evening! Introducing
First... Weighing in at: 220 Pounds and standing at 6ft tall, he
hails from Beechwood City... White Knight! ... and his
competitor... Weighing in at 231 Pounds and standing at 6ft 3
inches tall, he hails from Steinway... The Celtic Cowboy!"
Jackson (The Megaphone guy) Walked to the chain mesh that
bordered the canvas mat and climbed out leaving James and his
opponent standing in the ring, ready to fight, both men were
bare foot, wearing proper fighting gloves, shirtless and wearing
jeans. James grabbed his cowboy hat with the 4 leaf clover on it
and handed it to Ryan, who was there to place bets on James.
..."Fight!" Jackson yelled.
James and WK walked to the center of the ring and James held out
his hand for Wk to slap as a form of a quick handshake. WK
punched James in the face and then grabbed him around the rib
cage and tried to slam him on the ground. James got WK in a
headlock and started laying into WK with uppercuts.
WK pulled James's legs out from under him and and grounded James
and then started striking James, James hit back instead of
blocking the shots, figuring he could take them because it was
early in the fight. WK rammed James's head into the mat and then
James punched him in the center of the torso knocking the air
out WK.
James pushed WK of him and told the ref to count as he got up,
WK was up by the 7 count taking his time to regather himself.
They squared off in the middle of the ring once again and
started throwing wild punches at each other, James getting his
eyebrow split open by repeated shots to that part of his face
and WK got a blood nose and his top lip split.
James tackled WK to the ground started punching his rib cage
before trying to use a choke-hold he'd seen on TV, WK easily
reversed this with 4 solid uppercuts to James rib cage. James
returned with a huge right hook across WK's face. Both got up
and WK went for a roundhouse kick, James caught his leg and WK
tried to use his other leg to kick James, but he moved and WK
hit the mat face first. Then James did a front flip landed back
first on WK's back.
James got up and stalked WK as he got to his feet and James ran
at him and tackled him but WK reversed it and used James's own
momentum to slam him onto the mat and then try to put him in a
"Half Nelson" James used his free arm to punch across the top of
his own head and directly into WK's forehead.
WK Let go and James rolled to his feet and raised his fists as
WK did the same, both men wasted little time and started
punching each other and this time blocking each others punches
when they could, after a solid minute of pure boxing James
caught WK on the chin and knocked him to the ground and he
didn't answer the refs Ten Count.
..."Your Winner, the Celtic Cowboy!" Jackson shouted into his
Megaphone. James stood victorious in the ring not only happy
because he won the 500 dollar prize money, but he was set to
receive over two grand in bets his asked Ryan to place for him.
James was awarded his money and climbed out of the ring and
walked to the back of a warehouse where an off duty paramedic
and long time fan of underground street fighting was waiting.
..."I can't believe how much has changed in a week, he's got a
huge new space to fight in, he's got sponsors, he's fucking
organized" James said as he sat in a chair while the Paramedic
cleaned his wound.
..."I think he's had this in mind for a long time, I heard he
made a pretty big during the week, he convinced some real estate
dude to sponsor this" Ryan said while he got James's boots of
his bag.
..."Yeah, no matter what, this is awesome. It feels legit" James
said as he took the boots from Ryan and started putting them.
..."Yeah and you gotta work on your technique, getting punch in
the face by your opponent doesn't wear them down as much as you
think" Ryan joked.
..."I don't know, maybe I could test your theory for you, you
know, I'll punch you in the face until I get tired" James joked
as the paramedic started bandaging over the glue that he put on
James's eyebrow to seal the wound and let it heal on it's own.
..."Yeah you want fight" Ryan joked with a silly smirk on his
face.
..."Alright I just gotta drop some money off to Martin and then
we'll take off, pass me my shirt and my shoes" James said. Ryan
took James's shoes out the backpack his was carrying and handed
them to James who put them on quickly and then put on his shirt
as they walked away from the Paramedic.
They found Martin sitting on a ledge on an old couch watching
the fights above everybody else.
..."Martin, here's your 50 and thank you for letting my fight"
James said trying to sound respectful.
..."No problem, I'm inviting you back next week, I've already
got a challenger picked out of you, anyway, same time, same
place, see you then" Martin said.
James and Ryan walked to the door of the warehouse where they
met two slutty looking women with large assets.
..."Hey Cowboy..."One of the girls said seductively while
grabbing James's arm.
..."Where you learn to fight like that?" The other one asked.
James looked at Ryan.
..."Ryan here taught me" James said.
..."Ow... Do you fight Ryan?" The Girl not holding James's arm
asked.
..."I used to, but you know, being in my forties, I gotta step
aside and let the young guys show off their talents and make
money" Ryan bragged.
James knew he was bullshit, Ryan was only 26, but he looked a
bit older because he had been a criminal for 10 years.
..."Wow, you don't look a day over 30 and you were a fighter?"
One of the girls said admiring Ryan's facial features.
..."I was pretty qucik back in the day, I dodged most strikes
you know" Ryan bragged.
..."Awesome, well I'm Cynthia" One girl introduced herself.
..."I'm Georgia" Said the girl hanging onto James's arm.
..."My real name is James" James said.
..."I'm still gonna call you Cowboy" Georgia whispered into
James's ear.
..."Do you guys want to go and party somewhere?" Cynthia asked.
..."Sure" Ryan said.
The group walked out of the warehouse and got into Ryan's Dukes
(Muscle Car), the girls climbed over the seats and sat in the
back and Ryan and James sat in the front.
..."So where's the place to party nowadays?" Ryan asked trying
to stick to his old guy routine.
..."The Nightclub in Downtown Broker" Georgia responded. James
looked at Ryan and Ryan tried to gesture with his eyes that he
had no idea either.
..."Let's go then" James said and Ryan turned the car on and the
7.4 Liter V8 roared to life and they sped up the road power
sliding around the first corner.
Ryan found the club easily and parked the car near by and the
group walked to the club door, the Bouncer let Cynthia and
Georgia in straight away but hooked the rope up before Ryan and
James could get in.
..."Oh dear, there seems to be rope in way, what am I going to
do!" James said in a sarcastic voice and then stepped over the
rope.
..."Hey what are you doing?" Yelled the bouncer who wasn't very
big.
..."Going inside" James said
..."Oh no, I broke the rope!" Ryan shouted after knocking the
velvet rope off it's hook.
..."Don't panic Ryan, it'll be okay" James shouted as both James
and Ryan began making a big deal over it.
..."Can't you just let them in?" Cynthia asked the bouncer.
..."Please... Look at what they're wearing" The Bouncer scoffed.
Referring to jeans and T shirts they were wearing.
..."You're not really a fashion statement yourself. Buddy" Ryan
said referring to the bouncers Black shirt, black pants and
black shoes.
..."Look you're not getting wearing those clothes" The Bouncer
stated. James and Ryan shrugged and started taking their shirts
off.
..."What are you doing?" The Bouncer asked.
..."Taking these clothes off, then will you let us in?" James
stated.
..."Look man, just let them in, we're sick of waiting" Someone
yelled from the line that was forming behind James and Ryan.
The Bouncer very frustrated by that point just let them into the
club where they danced and drank for a few hours and ended up
back at Cynthia and Georgia's apartment where they spent the
night, James with Georgia as she had a weird fetish for cowboys
and Cynthia with Ryan because she like "Sophisticated Men".
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- $3350
- Old Mobile Phone: ~
~Melissa
~Martin
~Oliver
~Ryan
~Mr Flanagan
~Flanagan Auto Parts and Restoration (Business)
- Keys to Garage
#Post#: 8864--------------------------------------------------
Re: Challenges
By: Wetbizket Date: May 17, 2013, 4:33 pm
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Just read the first chapter! :o Pretty great so far, poor Jimbo,
gets home from jail and his house gets burned down. And I see
you brought out the ol' inventory list at the end of each
chapter!!! ;D I'll read on when I come around again!
#Post#: 8894--------------------------------------------------
Re: Challenges
By: Aussie Boy Date: May 22, 2013, 9:43 am
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11th February 2013
James drove the rancher across the East Island Bridge heading to
Bohan to deliver ammunition that was hidden in crates, labelled
as being new rims; they were being delivered to the Spanish
Lords in South Bohan. He was wearing a Bandana and sunglasses to
hide his black eye and busted eyebrow. He was also moving
delicately due to several bruises on his chest and stomach.
He drove to the garage in South Bohan and dropped the boxes off
and took a large envelope back to the Parts store in East Island
City and gave it to Mr Walsh as he was doing the books for the
business. James noticed Allan was having trouble removing the
door of an wrecked car they were taking apart so they could sell
the parts.
James went and held the door for Allan so he could use both
hands to remove the rusted bolts and take the hinges off, James
helped Allan until Lunch Time when he was able to leave to go
take care of some personal matters, such as: finding an
apartment or a house or something to live in. He goes to the new
apartment building on the west side of Steinway but there was
nothing open that he liked. He looked around for an apartment
above a shop, but he couldn't find anything available.
James decided to go home and look around again the following
week, he walked back to his garage and as he got close to ruins
of his house, he noticed a red Feltzer parked outside and a
woman standing by it smoking while staring at the house. James
walked up to her curiously.
..."Can I help you?" He asked as he took his sunglasses due the
sun being blocked by by the Algonquin skyline. She turned and
looked at James and her blank facial expression turned to one of
surprise.
..."James?" She said. Then James realized who he was talking
too.
..."Bridget?" He said. They hugged in a moment of joy. They
hadn't seen each other since James's court hearing.
Bridget is James's old sister by one year, at the time of their
mothers death she was putting herself through College working as
a bar maid and occasional stripper. When her mother was killed
she dropped out of College and began working as a bar maid full
time instead of part time like she was. Even though she wasn't
expected to do any good after dropping out of College, she got a
job as a bar maid in a night club and worked her way into a job
as a Bar Tender and she earns over 1200 a week, in her regular
pay and tips.
..."When did you get out?" Bridget asked as they released each
other from the hug.
..."Friday before last" James said happily.
..."When did the house burn down?" She asked with a tear rolling
down her cheek.
..."The same day" James said.
..."Where are you living now. What was left after the fire,
where's dad?" Bridget asked all at once.
..."Calm down. I got a few things from the house, I saved the
Photo Albums, I live i the garage and I haven't seen dad since
the afternoon I got out, he got called to a meeting and I
haven't seen him since" James explained.
..."Look can we go somewhere else, I don't really want to stand
out here all night" James asked.
..."Huh? Oh. Yeah..." She muttered and put her cigarette out and
invited James to get in her car. They both got into her car.
..."Seeing the house like this is making me sad anyway" Bridget
said as she pulled away from the curb and drove down the street.
..."Do you wanna go and get some dinner or something?" Bridget
asked.
..."Sounds good" James stated.
Bridget drove them to a restaurant in Cervaza Heights, where
they got a table and ordered their food and began talking.
..."So how's everybody else?" James asked while they waited for
their food.
..."Well when was, the last time you talked to Tommy?" Bridget
asked.
..."Moms Funeral" James said.
..."Wow, you've missed a lot then... He's an Engineer, he owns a
big house in Alderney, and he’s married, has a baby boy and a
daughter on the way" Bridget explained.
..."Fucking hell, 28 and he's got all that!" James said amazed.
..."Yeah not bad, considering he was meant to be the fuck up"
Bridget stated.
..."Success or Fuck up, he's still a cunt" James said.
..."I know... Joanne is a mess, a depressed, alcoholic,
nymphomaniac stripper, a nice arrest record consisting of drunk
and disorderly and public lewdness, I reckon she'll be dead in 5
years" Bridget explained their younger sisters situation to
James.
..."You don't think she'll see 25?" James asked.
..."I do not" Bridget said bluntly.
..."What about Mark?" James asked.
..."Mark has only gotten worse from what Grandpa tells me, they
are counting down the months until he's 18 and they can kick him
out, only 14 to go" Bridget explained.
..."Man our family is fucked up" James stated with a chuckle.
..."Fuck yeah... You and Joanne won't speak to each other, Tommy
won't acknowledge our existence unless we turn up to his house
in suits and fancy dresses, Mark won't speak to any of us and
dad even at 46 years old, disappears for months at a time"
Bridget said.
..."Remember the good old days?" James asked.
..."Like when Mark finally realized what dad did for a living
and bragged about dad drug lab and all the "Deadbeats" He
killed" Bridget said.
..."Then that Swat Team raided the house in the middle of the
night and Mark had to explain to Mom, Dad and the Swat Team,
that he was lying to impress people" James continued.
..."Then they dragged my boyfriend out of my room naked, they
found him hiding under the bed, that was when Liam met the
family for the first time" Bridget reminisced.
..."And the last time as well, dad was not happy at all" Bridget
added.
They continued talking all night and finally parted ways around
10 pm when the restaurant closed for the night.
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12th February 2013
James met Mr Flanagan and three members of his crew: Jesse,
Philip and Perry (Perry was considered the Senior Muscle, he was
the fourth highest man in the gang, behind Byron Walsh, Benjamin
Walsh and Mr Flanagan) in the garage at 5:00 in the morning,
they stood in a half circle all facing Mr Flanagan.
..."Good, you're all here" Mr Flanagan said and then turned
around opened the trunk of a car.
..."There is a drug lab in BOABO the guys there are supplying
the independent dealers that keep popping up in our territory,
you four are going down there to smash it, steal everything,
beat up everybody there and tell them, I get my cut of
everything that happens around here" Mr Flanagan said as he
handed out Kevlar Vests, baseball bats and Remington 11-87
Shotguns.
..."There is a Stratum waiting outside in the yard, don't wreck
it" Mr Flanagan said.
They walked out the back of the garage and get in the station
wagon and drove down to BOABO, they parked outside a apartment
building and got out the car and went inside. They began walking
up the stairs, they each had jackets covering there Vests and
ski masks on, Perry was carrying a shotgun and had a silenced
Pistol in his belt. Philip had his shotgun on a strap and it was
slung over his shoulder and he was carrying a baseball bat as
well. Jesse and James the two newest guys in the gang were
carrying only Baseball bats.
They reached the fourth floor of the old apartment building and
went to the only non boarded up door on that floor. Perry and
Philip pointed there shotguns at the door and got ready to
charge in. Jesse breathed deeply to contain his nerves and
kicked the door in. All four charged in and Philip pointed his
shotgun at one of the drug cookers.
..."Smash the fucking place" Perry ordered as he charged into
the next room looking for the guy in charge.
James and Jesse started hitting things with the bats, tipping
over tables, smashing beakers and pots and Philip ordered the 3
drug cookers into one corner and held the shotgun at all 3 of
them making sure they did nothing stupid. Jesse opened an old
fridge that wasn't plugged in and found a large stash of
Marijuana, Cocaine and Mushrooms.
..."Well, well. seems we got some party supplies" Jesse joked as
he closed the fridge and began looking for something to carry it
all in.
Perry marched the drug supplier and his two bodyguards in from
other room at gun point, they looked in horror at the smashed
drug lab. Jesse and James opened the other door and found where
they were growing the Marijuana and upon further search they
also found a bathroom that had mushrooms growing in there, with
the toilet, bathtub and sink all full of dirt as well as many
pots and small garden beds all over the bathroom. Bags of
fertilizer were stored in the corner of the Weed growing room.
They came out of the room to report what they found.
..."A very expensive looking Weed Operation in there and a very
dirty looking shroom farm in the bathroom" Jesse stated.
..."Alright, smash it and ruin everything" Perry said.
..."No, stop, what if we gave you money" The drug supplier
suggested.
..."How much!" Perry said while jamming his shotgun in the face
of the drug dealer.
..."All of it, you can take all of it, just don't wreck our
Hydroponics or our stashes" The drug supplier stated.
..."Where is the money!" Perry shouted.
..."In a metal box behind the fridge" The supplier said. James
went and looked for it and found it easily.
..."Yeah, it's here" James said while showing the open metal box
full of money.
..."I found some duffel bags" Jesse shouted as he was looking
around the weed room.
..."Bring them out" Perry ordered.
Jesse brought them out and James flipped a table back up right
so he could put them on it.
..."Fill them up and smash everything" Perry ordered.
..."No!" The supplier shouted and then one of the bodyguards
went for Philip and Perry shot him in the head with the silenced
pistol.
..."Trent!" The Dealer shouted as he scrambled to Trent's dead
body and Philip booted the supplier in the stomach.
Philip and Perry held their weapons at the group while they were
cowering in fear. Jesse and James were shaking from seeing some
get killed right in front of them, but they tried to ignore the
fear and continued packing all the drugs into the bag. They went
into the weed and mushroom rooms to smash everything, it took
them ten minutes to completely dismantle everything and smash it
beyond repair.
They dumped all the fertilizer all over the plants and mushrooms
and stomped on them and crushed them all and did whatever else
they could to ruin everything.
..."Done" James said as he and Jesse walked out of the room and
shut the door behind them. While they were destroying everything
Perry and Philip had tied everybody up and left a knife on the
floor on the other side of the room. They grabbed the duffel and
bags waited at the door with Philip. While Perry stood over the
supplier and talked down him.
..."From now on, if you deal on Flanagan's Turf, you pay Mr
Flanagan his cut and if you don't like it, go deal somewhere
else, because next time, we'll burn your fucking drug lab down.
With you inside it" Perry threatened.
The group of four walked out the drug lab and down the stairs
with Jesse and James carrying the drugs and money and Philip
watching their backs as they walked out building and Perry
leading the way. They loaded everything in the Stratum and drove
away while up in the drug lab, the drug supplier, his remaining
bodyguard and the three drug cookers were trying to work
together to get across the room to the knife left on the floor.
They were struggling because Perry and Philip and had weaved the
ropes and duct tape which effectively tied all of them together.
Perry, Philip, Jesse and James while being supervised by Mr
Flanagan spent the rest of the day in the garage sorting through
the drugs and disguising them as things they could deliver to
buyers. Byron spent his day arranging buyers for the drugs and
at the end of the day Mr Flanagan gave all four men $1000 cut of
the money they got from the metal box.
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James Used some of the money to buy some groceries
and a few shots of whiskey to calm his nerves, after
he finished for the day.
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- $4190
- Old Mobile Phone: ~
~Martin
~Oliver
~Ryan
~Mr Flanagan
~Flanagan Auto Parts and Restoration (Business)
- Keys to Garage
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Re: Challenges
By: Wetbizket Date: May 26, 2013, 10:02 pm
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Yeah! I'm finally all caught up! Aussie, you are a genius, You
got this writing nailed! The fight scenes make me cringe with
all the detail your putting in it, and I like the Flanagan Crew.
Theres all sorts of bits and pieces in this story that I enjoed
tranny story and him and his sister. This story is getting me
pumped I can wait for more!
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