The Columbian Connection Part 3: The Road To War
Jun 17, 2016 6:35:27 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Jun 17, 2016 6:35:27 GMT -5
Black Mansion 10:00 PM
Post PCW Trauma 193
It is a dark and overcast evening when we find Alexa and the Shaw's in the tastefully decorated lounge room of the Black Mansion. The beautiful antique furniture frames the room. A solid glass coffee table holds three glasses filled with scotch and soda and the grandfather clock that sits alone in the corner ticks and tocks keeping a time that no one cares about.
Alexa is sitting in a leather back chair facing her underlings who look back at her not exactly sure what to say regarding what transpired at Trauma 193.
"So...." She begins with a withering look shot at the Shaw's who look away uncomfortably.
"It's seems that Trauma 193 was not exactly our night it seems. We didn't achieve anything except for being a bunch of LOOSERS!" The last word is screamed for emphasis and comes dripping with anger and fustration.
"I guess Justin got lucky that night as he pulled one over on me.
But Jenks blew it as well. She could have picked up a win but she ended up falling to that nutcase Seromine.
And that was with that waste of talent Razor Blade in the ring. If she had stuck to taking him out it would have not been a problem. Easy win right there. I just don't know what to do with you lot sometimes."
She puts her head down placing her face in the palms of her hands in sheer fustration sighing deeply.
"THIS IS NOT WHAT I FUCKING CREATED THIS GROUP FOR. I WANTED A TEAM THAT WOULD FUCK UP PCW AND DESTROY THE BALANCE. TO CREATE CHAOS WAS OUR GOAL. WE HAVE BEEN VERY LIMITED IN THAT REGARD.
She screams this with all the venom she can manage her voice blaring off the walls her face crimson with sheer rage. Her fists are balled and her dark eyes would stop Satan himself from daring to do anything.
Rubbing her temples frantically she tries to calm herself down. She paces back and forth like a caged animal across the living room floor. If she did it any harder she would put her foot right through the beautifully polished floor.
"Right right right.. you know what this is just a bump in the road. We can overcome this, get on top and make sure that for as long as we exist no one is safe.
Her voice goes back to a normal tone and her face returns to normal as her rage subsides like an ebbed tide.
"I'm getting real sick of telling you both this and BELIEVE me when I say will also be having some words with my dearest sister. Jenks is a part of all of this as well and she needs to take some responsibility for her part in it. We need to start taking down targets and the first one is that colossal pain in the ass Rick Majors.
No matter what we do that motherfucker is so utterly fucking single minded that he won't get off our asses and it's driving me up the fucking wall. His unhealthy obsession is pushing my buttons and what's pissing me off more is that's exactly what he wants. He's in my head...starting to get to me and it's got to stop. I mean we come out week after week after he continues to run his fucking mouth about us. We hit the ring and lay his miserable old ass out. But like a cockroach he comes back the next week and continues.
We need to make sure next time that cunt
Doesn't......come.....back.....EVER."
The emphasis on every word hangs in the air like a polluted cloud causing the Shaw's to nod in agreement.
Next time I want you to break his fucking neck. It's been broken twice before and you know what they say.. the third times the charm. Alexander you will put his neck in the chair and then Frederick you splash that chair as hard as you possibly can and snap his neck like a French loaf. Your 385 lbs should more than do the trick. And if anyone tried to stop you...anyone at all you give them the same treatment. No one stops you... Do you understand me?
Not Showtime, Not PCAS, not any of those other goddamn do gooders in the locker room. Not even Luis Malave himself!
I want him broken physically emotionally and mentally, nothing but his lifeless corpse laying at my feet will satisfy me. Once he's out of the way then the rest will fall like dominoes.
PCW is the host and The Darkness is the poison that will kill it slowly until there is nothing left."
"Speaking of killing I promised you I'd tell you both what happened with Colonel Vega and those crazy ass Columbians."
She smiles as she reached down and picks up a glass swigging the scotch from it before placing it back down on the table. She finds a comfy chair and sits continuing on with the story.
So to recap the year was 1977 and after a brief meeting with the Colonel at his palatial mansion I was sent off to retrieve a package from a guarded safe house in a small town about 50 kilometres away. Going in I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I was pretty broke at the time and i needed the money.
So anyways there we were me and three other guys including one of Vega's lieutenant's Paco who was overseeing things. We were travelling in a big black SUV leaving a dusty trail behind us as we sped through the Columbian countryside.
30 kilometres outside Bogota,Columbia 2:30 PM August 15,1977
"Así que la señora Black , El Hefe me dice que sea un especialista para el tipo de cosas. Al parecer, sus contactos en America se consideran altamente . Dicen que se puede matar al menos a una docena de personas sólo por sí mismo"
His thick Columbian accent is almost too much to overcome but Alexa manages to piece it together and nods.
(So Senõra Black, El Hefe tells me you are a specialist for the sort of thing. Apparently his contacts in the US regard you highly. They say you can kill at least a few dozen people just by yourself.)
She quickly replies in almost faultless Spanish
"Sí. Matar es lo que mejor hago . No me importa mucho para quién o qué mato el tiempo que me pagan cuando estoy acabado"
(Yes. Killing is what I do best. I don't care much for who or what I kill as long as I get paid when I am finished)
He looks at her suprised by her fluency and says
"El español es excelente! ¿dónde aprendiste a hablar tan bien?
(Your Spanish is excellent! where did you learn to speak it so well?)
Pasé mucho tiempo en México que trabaja para el cártel Diablo así que tuve que aprenderlo
(I spent a lot of time in Mexico working for the Diablo cartel so I had to learn it)
He smiles and nods approvingly as the SUV comes to a halt outside a rather plain looking house .
A simple concrete 4 bedroom with whitewashed walls and red tiled roof it looks perfectly inconspicuous for a house where drugs are being stashed.
The lawn is green and surprisingly has been mowed. The property is bordered on all sides by chain link fence and outside the front door two HUGE muscle bound goons stand guard with automatic assault weapons ready for any intruders.
Paco pulls up to a side street and all four of the occupants exit and go to the rear of the SUV where a stash of guns have been provided.
Alexa pulls out a Combat Machine Gun and smiles.
Paco takes his guns as do his flunkies and he shuts the door.
"¿Estás listo para ir a trabajar ?
(Are you ready to go to work?)
Alexa nods and the four of them head towards the building...
"And that's where I'll leave it for now cos trust me the next bit is really awesome.
Alexander asks
"Boss what about Trauma?"
"As for Trauma 194 it seems like I have three opponents...
Current Underground Queen Brenna Gordon. She is a real go getter this one isn't she? She's done nothing but impress everyone even I have to say she has a bright future ahead of her at this rate. Her matches have been 5 star. She's even gotten to the final of the Icemann Invitational Tournament in her first try in her first year which very few people have.
Dearest Brenna. You've done well to get this far but trust me when I say that as of now that luck has officially run out. You may be Queen Of The Underground but even you don't know what it truly means to be ultra violent and at Trauma 194 I'm gonna take you to school, class is in so pay attention and you just might learn something kiddo.
Then there is Dontevius Ellis another young rising star who had also done well for himself.
Donny Donny Donny...,where do I begin?
I hope you've enjoyed your stay here because you are in the ring with a major superstar now not just some low level jobbers. You're in over your head and your sinking faster that the titanic. I really do hope you can swim young man otherwise you'll simply drown
And to my dear sister. All I can say is Jenks don't think that because we are blood that I'll take it easy on you. There is nothing that will stop me from claiming that title. I may have the North American Championship but my heart and soul has always been in the beautiful and brutal underground. It's where I started and it's where I am most at home. So bring everything you've got because I will show no mercy.
"I'm off to bed. Night boys"
She turns and leaves the room as the camera fades to black.
Post PCW Trauma 193
It is a dark and overcast evening when we find Alexa and the Shaw's in the tastefully decorated lounge room of the Black Mansion. The beautiful antique furniture frames the room. A solid glass coffee table holds three glasses filled with scotch and soda and the grandfather clock that sits alone in the corner ticks and tocks keeping a time that no one cares about.
Alexa is sitting in a leather back chair facing her underlings who look back at her not exactly sure what to say regarding what transpired at Trauma 193.
"So...." She begins with a withering look shot at the Shaw's who look away uncomfortably.
"It's seems that Trauma 193 was not exactly our night it seems. We didn't achieve anything except for being a bunch of LOOSERS!" The last word is screamed for emphasis and comes dripping with anger and fustration.
"I guess Justin got lucky that night as he pulled one over on me.
But Jenks blew it as well. She could have picked up a win but she ended up falling to that nutcase Seromine.
And that was with that waste of talent Razor Blade in the ring. If she had stuck to taking him out it would have not been a problem. Easy win right there. I just don't know what to do with you lot sometimes."
She puts her head down placing her face in the palms of her hands in sheer fustration sighing deeply.
"THIS IS NOT WHAT I FUCKING CREATED THIS GROUP FOR. I WANTED A TEAM THAT WOULD FUCK UP PCW AND DESTROY THE BALANCE. TO CREATE CHAOS WAS OUR GOAL. WE HAVE BEEN VERY LIMITED IN THAT REGARD.
She screams this with all the venom she can manage her voice blaring off the walls her face crimson with sheer rage. Her fists are balled and her dark eyes would stop Satan himself from daring to do anything.
Rubbing her temples frantically she tries to calm herself down. She paces back and forth like a caged animal across the living room floor. If she did it any harder she would put her foot right through the beautifully polished floor.
"Right right right.. you know what this is just a bump in the road. We can overcome this, get on top and make sure that for as long as we exist no one is safe.
Her voice goes back to a normal tone and her face returns to normal as her rage subsides like an ebbed tide.
"I'm getting real sick of telling you both this and BELIEVE me when I say will also be having some words with my dearest sister. Jenks is a part of all of this as well and she needs to take some responsibility for her part in it. We need to start taking down targets and the first one is that colossal pain in the ass Rick Majors.
No matter what we do that motherfucker is so utterly fucking single minded that he won't get off our asses and it's driving me up the fucking wall. His unhealthy obsession is pushing my buttons and what's pissing me off more is that's exactly what he wants. He's in my head...starting to get to me and it's got to stop. I mean we come out week after week after he continues to run his fucking mouth about us. We hit the ring and lay his miserable old ass out. But like a cockroach he comes back the next week and continues.
We need to make sure next time that cunt
Doesn't......come.....back.....EVER."
The emphasis on every word hangs in the air like a polluted cloud causing the Shaw's to nod in agreement.
Next time I want you to break his fucking neck. It's been broken twice before and you know what they say.. the third times the charm. Alexander you will put his neck in the chair and then Frederick you splash that chair as hard as you possibly can and snap his neck like a French loaf. Your 385 lbs should more than do the trick. And if anyone tried to stop you...anyone at all you give them the same treatment. No one stops you... Do you understand me?
Not Showtime, Not PCAS, not any of those other goddamn do gooders in the locker room. Not even Luis Malave himself!
I want him broken physically emotionally and mentally, nothing but his lifeless corpse laying at my feet will satisfy me. Once he's out of the way then the rest will fall like dominoes.
PCW is the host and The Darkness is the poison that will kill it slowly until there is nothing left."
"Speaking of killing I promised you I'd tell you both what happened with Colonel Vega and those crazy ass Columbians."
She smiles as she reached down and picks up a glass swigging the scotch from it before placing it back down on the table. She finds a comfy chair and sits continuing on with the story.
So to recap the year was 1977 and after a brief meeting with the Colonel at his palatial mansion I was sent off to retrieve a package from a guarded safe house in a small town about 50 kilometres away. Going in I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I was pretty broke at the time and i needed the money.
So anyways there we were me and three other guys including one of Vega's lieutenant's Paco who was overseeing things. We were travelling in a big black SUV leaving a dusty trail behind us as we sped through the Columbian countryside.
30 kilometres outside Bogota,Columbia 2:30 PM August 15,1977
"Así que la señora Black , El Hefe me dice que sea un especialista para el tipo de cosas. Al parecer, sus contactos en America se consideran altamente . Dicen que se puede matar al menos a una docena de personas sólo por sí mismo"
His thick Columbian accent is almost too much to overcome but Alexa manages to piece it together and nods.
(So Senõra Black, El Hefe tells me you are a specialist for the sort of thing. Apparently his contacts in the US regard you highly. They say you can kill at least a few dozen people just by yourself.)
She quickly replies in almost faultless Spanish
"Sí. Matar es lo que mejor hago . No me importa mucho para quién o qué mato el tiempo que me pagan cuando estoy acabado"
(Yes. Killing is what I do best. I don't care much for who or what I kill as long as I get paid when I am finished)
He looks at her suprised by her fluency and says
"El español es excelente! ¿dónde aprendiste a hablar tan bien?
(Your Spanish is excellent! where did you learn to speak it so well?)
Pasé mucho tiempo en México que trabaja para el cártel Diablo así que tuve que aprenderlo
(I spent a lot of time in Mexico working for the Diablo cartel so I had to learn it)
He smiles and nods approvingly as the SUV comes to a halt outside a rather plain looking house .
A simple concrete 4 bedroom with whitewashed walls and red tiled roof it looks perfectly inconspicuous for a house where drugs are being stashed.
The lawn is green and surprisingly has been mowed. The property is bordered on all sides by chain link fence and outside the front door two HUGE muscle bound goons stand guard with automatic assault weapons ready for any intruders.
Paco pulls up to a side street and all four of the occupants exit and go to the rear of the SUV where a stash of guns have been provided.
Alexa pulls out a Combat Machine Gun and smiles.
Paco takes his guns as do his flunkies and he shuts the door.
"¿Estás listo para ir a trabajar ?
(Are you ready to go to work?)
Alexa nods and the four of them head towards the building...
"And that's where I'll leave it for now cos trust me the next bit is really awesome.
Alexander asks
"Boss what about Trauma?"
"As for Trauma 194 it seems like I have three opponents...
Current Underground Queen Brenna Gordon. She is a real go getter this one isn't she? She's done nothing but impress everyone even I have to say she has a bright future ahead of her at this rate. Her matches have been 5 star. She's even gotten to the final of the Icemann Invitational Tournament in her first try in her first year which very few people have.
Dearest Brenna. You've done well to get this far but trust me when I say that as of now that luck has officially run out. You may be Queen Of The Underground but even you don't know what it truly means to be ultra violent and at Trauma 194 I'm gonna take you to school, class is in so pay attention and you just might learn something kiddo.
Then there is Dontevius Ellis another young rising star who had also done well for himself.
Donny Donny Donny...,where do I begin?
I hope you've enjoyed your stay here because you are in the ring with a major superstar now not just some low level jobbers. You're in over your head and your sinking faster that the titanic. I really do hope you can swim young man otherwise you'll simply drown
And to my dear sister. All I can say is Jenks don't think that because we are blood that I'll take it easy on you. There is nothing that will stop me from claiming that title. I may have the North American Championship but my heart and soul has always been in the beautiful and brutal underground. It's where I started and it's where I am most at home. So bring everything you've got because I will show no mercy.
"I'm off to bed. Night boys"
She turns and leaves the room as the camera fades to black.
