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My MuLlIgAn
Arcview was up in arms, not only did Jinx return home…But he finally tasted gold. He finally became a champion. The Armored Core Champion. We should have been celebrating, painting the town red with envy, instead Jinx wanted to stay on point. He kept his head as level as a nut job could.
Nothing seemed to change after the victory over El Pablo. Nothing except the treatment of his new toy. The Tire Iron dressed up as a doll. He’s become posed over it , won’t leave home without it and if he does he has Roid Doll watch it.
I just didn’t understand it.
Then again it’s Jinx, no one’s supposed to understand anything that sick fuck does
I went to the shop, Jinx sent me to pick up the Steel doll from Roid. This place always gave me the creeps, even more so tonight since Jinx isn’t with me. First Time I’ve meet with Roid’ without Jinx. But the clown had other things to take care of. So here I was picking up his dry cleaning if you would
James Walker: “Roid…Roid”
I made my way through the back, and there he was, polishing and dress the tire iron
James Walker: “Let’s go”
Roid: “Eh?”
I walked right up behind him, had to be sure he wasn’t doing anything to the Doll Jinx wouldn’t approve of
Roid: “I’m Not Done”
James Walker: “Yes…you are”
I figured if I did what Jinx always done it would work. I was wrong, I let my balls hang and Roid let his arms respond. The fucker picked me up by my neck, His hand was the size of my head, to say I was scared would have been an understatement
Roid: “No, Bitch I ain’t”
I had to try to reason with this ape…if only for my life
James Walker: “Roid…Don’ do this….You know who I work for…”
Roid: “You serious? You think you a worker?”
He brought me down to his face level
Roid: “Damn…you got no idea do ya? I’m working. You?...”
He hung me on a Jacket rack; there I was hanging there, while this brute polished a Tire Iron dressed as a doll. Great Company….let me tell yea
Roid: “Hang tight. We leave when I say I’m done…That be cool wit’ the man?”
Sure it was cool, I was only hanging there for an hour longer. I couldn’t believe the balls on this guy. I quickly realized the people Jinx surrounded himself with were just as much a head case as he was. We arrived at the other side of town, two hours later then we were supposed to arrive. As we walked up the alley I could already see Jinx, and Alyssa standing there.
Two peas of a pod
‘You’re Late’
Roid: “That a problem?”
‘No, not at all. I just got here myself…Thought I kept you waiting.’
Roid: ‘HEHEHEHEHEHEH. Man’
He looked at me, threw his arm around me and we walked at the same time talk
‘James…James Walker…you look bothered…Something eating you?’
James Walker: “Nothing boss…Just living it up”
There was something about Jinx…It was like he could see everything you were thinking written across your mug as plain as day…Or maybe it was more like he made you think the way he wanted you to. He wanted me to tell him about Roid’s lack of respect, I was sure of it…
That or he wanted to see what type of guy I was
I’m not that type of guy. Don’t get me wrong I had my place, and Roid has his…He just had to learn where that was. The guy was all muscle, no finesse. Now, sure muscle means something, and it can take a body far…But never into the back room.
That was for finesse players only. And that’s where me and Jinx found are selves
‘Hell there Abner.’
Abner: Jinx…Take a seat
‘Okay…hmmm…YOURS looks nice’
Jinx leaned right into the fat slobs face. Abner handled a lot of press about Jinx, before Jinx went MIA from Arcview Abner was writing about the horror Jinx left in his wake. Even wrote about Jinx never becoming a champion
‘GET UP!’
…
‘I’m Kidding…Why is everybody so on EDGE tonight?’
Abner: That might have something to do with your championship of late. A championship that is up for grabs 24/7. Someone…Anyone could strike at any time Jinx. And I know Someone is very sore at you.
‘Really? That’s wonderful news! I just live to make them sore. Its what drags me out of bed’
Abner: I’m speaking about Pablo…El Pablo, your quickly making a thing with him.
‘El Pablo’s mad? Hmmm can’t believe why he would be…other then he doesn’t hold anything over me, three times we went to battle…Three times his dreams were shattered’
Abner: HA!
‘You think that’s funny Abner?’
Abner: I think it’s a fair question. I don’t know how to answer it…
‘Well let me tell you how, because I know Psychosis like the back of my hand…El Pablo’s head it’s like a brand new sports care….or a fresh beater, depending how you look at it. He’s a wigga with a Mexican name…And this car it has TWO owners…not very creative owners either. Himself and his emotions. Every time we stand face to face, Pablo’s emotions take over, his rage of never beating me takes over. And he always gets left kissing Princess here.’
Jinx pulls out Princess…The Tire Iron doll…sounds like a fucked up children’s TV show
Abner: He’ll get lucky…
‘What was that?’
Abner: He’s aggressive Jinx, he won’t quit
‘Huh, his five stars are quickly running out…he’ll quit sooner or later’
We left the Abner to his thoughts; he was worried this battle could affect Arcview. Worried it could change everything Jinx created. He wanted to write more about the tortures of Jinx rather than the winning side. He wanted Jinx to worry, wanted Jinx to suffer so he could write about it. Jinx saw this and played fiddle with his emotions
We ended up back at the Strip club. Jinx looked concern he saw the trouble Lance Diamond brought to the table. Thus far he was able to fly under the civil war between The paradigm Shift and the cabinet. But Lance, he changes everything. Lance waves the Shift’s flag. This war was starting to complicate Jinx.
‘Hmmm….Hmmmm…Hmmm…Well…This changes a lot of things….’
James Walker: “Heh”
‘No, HEHE, James…James…Lance makes this complex…He oozes Confidence Issues. Which would make this fun really, but the factor is the Paradigm shift….I really…Really…don’t want to get into that war…’
Without warning Jinx’s happy demeanor went to raging mad man. His frown was turned upside down and his hand crushed the table top phone of the bar. First time I saw Jinx worry about someone.
‘All right, All right Lancey…You want to be tough guy about this?
He pulled out Princess…He was yelling at the phone, he gone completely crazy
‘FINE…FINE…Long as I know what the rules are. I cam MAKE EM’ UP as I go along!’
SMASH
Bottles were feeling the effects of Princess, the same effects El Pablo felt twice already! Pieces of glass and derbies flew all over the bar. No one wanted to speak up, no one but Roid
Roid: ‘What the hell are you doing Jinx?’
‘Isn’t anyone listening to what I have to say?’
One of Roid’s puppets leaned over to Roid
Puppet: ‘We should go…is a episode’
‘NONONO….DON’T GO! Here, have a drink….C’mon huh?’
The puppet places a shot glass on the bar, jinx leans in to pour him a glass…
SMASH
He smashed the guys face in with the bottle. The guy fell face first down on the bar, but Jinx madness didn’t stop there. He begun carving into the Puppet’s face….Still ranting about Lance’s allegiance
‘ONE…TWO…THREE…AGAINST ONE, EH LANCE….THAT’S THE WAY YOU WANT TO PLAY….THAT’S THE WAY PWR WANTS TO PLAY!?!’
The body falls limp to the front of the bar
‘Okay…Okay then….’
Jinx then pulled out a match, and without a second hesitation light it
‘Boys…We should go’
The whole club exploded, within moments of us walking out. Why he did then. What he did made sense to nobody there.
Nobody but me
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El Pablo…You fought a grand fight my friend but in the end the same result occurred. In the end I handed your ass another L. Just this last time around I not only beat you, but I took your championship. I took the one thing that separated you from the bottom dwellers.
You can go back to your place now El Pablo
ToOo bad the chapter of are one sided affair didn’t end last week at Justice. Because here you are, El Pablo the man who vows to kill me off the fourth time around. You’re a man who can’t seem to leave me alone, your becoming worse than Chris Chaos. Starting to believe I should open my own fan club of sorts. Chris could be president and Pablo you could be the vice president. It used to be a secret. I’ve spent weeks trying to figure out just why El Pablo is obsessed with me. And the answer is simple, it’s because you love to surround yourself with success, because ultimately you’ll never gain success
That’s the theory I’ve been preaching four times over
Why can’t you see success? Because you’re too generic, you’re a gimmick, you’re worse than a rapping Cena. You’ll never be anything successful because you’ll never reinvent yourself. You’ve been trying to convince everyone you’re the Five Star Superstar for how long now? Every time were in the same ring you fail. You’re not a Five Star superstar; you’re a trendsetter…because you set the trend of failure. Whenever you face someone who is much better than you, even when you don’t admit it, you can never beat them. El Pablo, you set the trend of failure. You could grab the spotlight if you wanted to but all that you’re doing is blindly reaching and you can never shine the spotlight on yourself.
Do I need to do it for you?
You can’t, and never, will be able to look at me in my face. If you try to, Pablo, you start to sweat so heavy and you can’t even breathe properly. You hyperventilate and you start to chough and wheeze. It’s the feeling you get when someone kicks the shit out of you over and over again. Do you know that feeling? The feeling where everything around you crumbles so you have to settle for second best knowing you can’t get the best?
That’s the era you’re living in now.
What bad things can they say about me? Hell, Pablo, what can you say badly about me? You’re apparently on a higher level then I and I’ve destroyed you… three times! You’re a talentless wannabe. You’ll tell me that you’re going to change things but you’ll end up like everyone else… victims of your own sick joke.
Speaking of a sick joke, who the hell do you believe you’re talking to Assassin? ASS-assin sounds so much better. Maybe you’re a little confused, this happens from time to time, maybe you’ve been watching to many Assassin movies to fully understand who you are dealing with. I’m not Lance, I’m not anyone else you’ve ever dealt with before ASS. That bubbly feeling you get when you see blood, that’s a fucking hiccup compared to me. That little move you did there, you know the one where you threatened your handler there, that’s considered PG compared to the things I’ve done to my handler Alyssa. For crying out loud ASS, I’ve killed Santa Fucking’ Clause! I did it on national TV, made Children cry from one end of the globe to the other. If anything ASS, you should be taking notes!
I am not some rookie at this ASS, I’m not some fucking noob who pants there face and skips along with some sort of gimmick. I’m not joking when I say I am the sickest mother fucker on the planet. It’s just sad that someone misinformed you about me. It’s really sad, ASS.
You made yourself look like a fool.
To insult my ability makes you the fool. Next time you try and downplay someone you should really do some research. Next time you try and write someone off you should see what they’re capable of. Make damn sure that when you enter the ring you have your dentist, your dermatologist, your physician and your chiropractor on hold.
They’re going to need to rebuild you.
What I find amusing about you ASS, is that you beat Lance last week. Sure Lancey boy cry’s foul. It’s the only good thing Lancey does is cry foul. What you have to realize Lancey, No one wins barely in this business. Either you win or you lose. There is no gray area. There is no guessing. You win or you lose. Barely beating you is beating you. Cheating to beat you is still beating you. You had three seconds to try and prevent your demise. You had three seconds to change your fate against ASS. But in those three seconds you couldn’t do anything. You lied on the mat like a dead fish and you lost to someone who you said “Was more suited to play a bad guy in an MMORPG rather than be in the wrestling business”
What does that say about yourself Lancey boy?
Sure you beat me, knocked me off my streak. But what have you done since beating me Lance? Let me tell you what I’ve done. I’ve started another streak, I’ve captured my first Championship here in PWR, I’ve been leaving a wake of destruction while you’ve been playing the runt of Paradigm shift. It’s no secret your there weak link.
Ever since you knocked me off my horse no one can seem to get that off their minds. Of course you boasting about this as if it was your career highlight hasn’t help much. It’s the only argument they have against me. The only thing they have against me is the fact that I lost to you and you ended my streak. Well that will all change very soon. After Justice they won’t bring up the fact that you beat me. At Justice they will be too busy planning your funeral than remembering when you took my streak. After Justice they will see that you beating me was a onetime affair.
You chose to align yourself with the shift, and you’ve chosen to thrush yourself into this civil war. You could have easily stayed on the outside looking in. But you didn’t and I am left asking myself why? Is it that little thing inside of you called pride? Do you honestly believe you are Revolutionizing this company? Come on Lancey, even you can see that this war between the two clans is what’s killing this company. It’s just sad I’m the only one that realizes this. It’s either I’m the only one that realizes this or I’m the only one that has the balls to bring it up. I also have the balls to bring up that until you knocked me off my horse Lance, no one even knew who the fuck you were. I gave you meaning, I gave your career a leg to stand one…
I created what you ultimately killed when you went back on a losing slide
This match isn’t just about the Armored Core Championship. This match is about your willingness to prove that November wasn’t a fluke and my time to show you that you got oh so lucky. Which one will prevail? Well, Lancey Boy, when you’re looking up at the house lights and your body is shaking you can tell me which one prevailed. When you have to face you the members of Paradigm Shift with your head drop and the smell of defeat reeking off your broken body, you can tell me which one prevailed. Lance… this has been months in the making. People will remember this as a massacre and not a rematch. People will finally see you as nothing. It’s what you’ve been for as long as I can remember.
ToOtLeSsSs…Lance, enjoy the ride to mediocrity
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