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The Virus is Born 1.3 - The_Virus0311 - 02-04-2016
Chapter 1, Sec. 3
“The Virus is Born”
Old Friends & New Enemies...
“The Virus is Born”
Old Friends & New Enemies...
::: Prologue :::
It has been over a week since The Virus met with Mr. Whettingham at “The Gentleman 131” where they discussed everything about the deal between Robert Slathe, a few associates, Mr. Whettningham, and the Irish. The Virus had also laid his eyes on a beauty that would even make Cleopatra bush, which was strange for a man like The Virus to have emotions on that level. Even though nothing was done about those emotions The Virus felt he would have another chance with the mystery women. So in the club The Virus gathered all the intelligence he could from Mr. Whettingham and had him promise to email or fax anything he could find on his computers at home or offices. The Virus has a very effective way to getting people to keep their promises or to gather the truth from an individual.After the meeting came to an end, The Virus contacted his friend Khanrad to inform him on the new information he had gathered. Khanrad from what was discovered convinced The Virus to contact at least two more friends from operating days to continue on with the mission. The Virus was hesitant at first because he wanted to keep it simple, not knowing when Michael would take back control. Khanrad pressed on with the matter of dealing with international processing, which an international tradesman would have connects with no problem. Khanrad then proceeded to remind Michael (The Virus) their friend Daniel Briggs got into international business trade and security.
So now three Marines are involved in figuring out the truth about Michael’s fathers death. Khanrad wouldn’t be content without at least one more member or the team, The Virus really pushed to leave it with just the three, but lost. The two agreed that their buddy Samuel Paquette would help in any incident where foreign language would be required, Sam being a multilingual linguist. Four Marines soon to be setting out on a journey filled with danger, excitement, tears, laughs, sex, and death. None of that bothered them because they where already born into worlds filled with all of those things many of times together and some without one another.
The four men agreed to have their first formal in person meeting be the fourth of February at Michael’s place in Hell, Michigan, since he would have most of the information already there. With a command center location decided, there was just the work of each individual to be prepared. While the days past each man gathered and required all the gear and documents they believed they would need to bring with. Daniel contacted his connections and made all the other three men cleared for international traveling with him as business partners. Khanrad continued gathering every bit of information he could hack into and communication tools and equipment. Samuel made sure all armory style gear was acquired and ready to be transported. The Virus continued with his personal research and sweeping of his father’s files and computers.
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February 4, 2016
Slathe Manor
2000 hours
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The four marines The Virus, Khanrad, Sam, and Danny sit around the marble island in the 100,000-dollar kitchen in the Slathe Manor. All four men with drink in hand and smiles on their faces, The Virus sipping on a glass of Penfolds Grange 2007 an eight hundred dollar bottle of wine. Danny and Sam both have a bottle of Sam Adam's Oktoberfest, and Khanrad with a glass of Vodka and cranberry juice. "Damn man, this place is really nice, your parents had some good taste." Danny says as he scans around the kitchen and out into the living room with the open rooms.
"My father did, my mother did nothing around here, just spent his money and annoyed us all!" Michael disapproved of his mother’s behavior but with the hate seeping from his eyes in this moment, The Virus hated her. "Sorry she just wasn't the greatest mother..." The Virus had to say something else for the room had gone kind of silent from his reaction when talked about her.
"No problem brother, we know how moms can be. Sam chimes in after taking a sip of his beer. They all begin laughing as he lowers the bottle from his lips leaving a beer mustache over his real bushy mustache. Well that is everyone but Sam who doesn't really understand what is going on. "What? What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" Sam shrugs his shoulders and makes a goofy face, making his three friends laugh even harder.
Khanrad points to the microwave as he is curled over holding his stomach with his free hand, pain from too much laughter. "It looks like you just finished up your ten o' clock late night man." Danny and Michael (The Virus) laugh even harder, The Virus faking of course. Believing Michael would laugh at gay humor jokes among brothers he served with in the Marine Corps.
Sam turns and looks at the microwave seeing his reflection in the window noticing the white foam stuck in his facial hair. "Oh no man, I forgot to tell you I stopped by your moms house on the way here, she says hello. But you should have told us she is a "squirter" (woman who has female ejaculation), shit was intense!" Sam gives a dork like grin toward Khanrad as he wipes his mustache from beer foam.
"Whoa mother fucker, don't be talking about my momma!" Khanrad barks at Sam like a dark green drill instructor on a racist redneck in boot camp. Sam just goes from goofy grin to fat lower lipped pouty face in a matter of seconds, intentionally giving off sarcasm. Khanrad reads the sarcasm right away. "Mother fucker I'm not playing around bro!" Khanrad's chest pumped out like a silverback guerilla about to challenge another male.
The Virus realizes he should intervene, "So sorry to get in between you two ladies but, I would like to make a toast." The Virus raises his glass of wine in the air and gives a hopefully treason bringing smile. Noticing Khanrad's chest looses some of its pump and veins in heads start fading. "Okay glad we could all calm down and I am glad old spirits don't fade! Looks like fires burn right where they left off huh?" Everyone chuckles a little and they all hold up their drinks as well.
"First off thank you, thank each and everyone of you for coming to my cry for help, it means the world. My father would be thankful and proud too see I have such good friends. No not friends, brothers!" The Virus raises his glass even higher as he finishes the word "brothers" to give emphasis and display his respect for them. "Before I choke up any more talking about how you guys are the best... I know my father’s death was no accident a son and warrior’s intuition. My father was a great man he may have made some mistakes in his life and may have been looked at as somewhat an evil man but his intentions where good. His killer will be faced with justice, I swear that to everyone hear and the gods as my witness! To friends and family, for I give them my life if it should be. For Robert Slathe!" The Virus delivers a heart-warming toast that is bought and accepted by his friends.
"To Robert Slathe, we give our lives!" The other three men chant for a total of three times before all men lower their alcoholic beverages and take a drink. The men then loose focus and begin individually having conversations among one another, about their own lives and what is going on in them.
While in the middle of all the catching up with each other, The Virus' phone begins ringing, the typical house music phones come with. The Virus pulls his phone out and recognizes the name that is calling, Richard Bush, his agent. "Hey sorry guys I need to take this, it’s my agent he got me a wresting gig a few days ago. It is probably important. I didn't want to dive into anything tonight anything, first night back is for fun! Give me five minutes." The Virus then grabs his glass of wine clicks the accept call button and heads toward what use to be his fathers office.
"Hey Dick how is it going buddy? This better be important I have some company old military buddies of mine and we are kind of celebrating our reunion." The Virus states as he closes the office door behind him. He walks over to the love seat next to the bookshelf and takes a seat leaning back all lounged out.
While on the phone at his home in Las Angeles Richard Bush (Dick) replies with excitement. "Sorry Mr. Slathe, but I figured you should know the XWF booked you in a pretty big match, especially for your first one. You will be facing Chris Macbeth..." Dick was trying to continue on but was rudely interrupted.
"Okay I figured that we did have an agreement at the booking meeting, so why did you feel that is important?" The Virus rolls his eyes and takes another drink of his wine as he waits for a pitiful excuse from the hillbilly inbred.
"No Mr. Slathe, you didn't let me finish, you have several other opponents as well and it is for a title shot. Hart title shot to be exact and it will be The Virus, Chris Macbeth, 2, Italian Cowboi, Equinox, and Rebel Star meeting in the squared circle. A Battle Royal! Hot Diggitty Damn! Major spot light for you and myself if I might say." Dick explains with excitement that would make one believe he was receiving a blowjob while giving the news.
The Virus sits up and takes a large drink of his wine finishing off the glass, he stands up and starts laughing to himself. The Virus then licks his chops and responds to his agent. "Well Hot Diggitty Damn! You maybe a decent fucking agent after all Dick. I am glad this news is going to bring you sexual arousal for months."
"I’m sorry Mr. Slathe, it is just everyone I know is going to shit their britches when they find out I am the agent of an XWF champion!" Dick indulges The Virus with why he is overly excited.
"Oh I get it now Dick, you kind of never really achieved anything halfway decent in your life, but don't get over excited, I haven't even won the Battle Royale to even get a shot at gold. Just hold back the reigns, which is your job for when I get too full of myself! How in the hell are you going to do that if the first match we get has you creaming in your trousers?" The Virus shakes his head as he begins heading toward the door to exit the office.
Dick feels his crotch to make sure he didn't really cream in his underwear. "Mr. Slathe you are one funny SOB, but we are all good on this end. I am sorry, you are right, that is my job to manage and keep the turkey uh gobblin. Oh I have a favor though, the head at XWF wants to see some media coverage on our end. So I was thinking when you get the time, step away from your brothers and get on that video blog and introduce yourself, maybe talk about the match, your goals, or whatever you want. Just give the board something to work with, please?" Dick begins picking his nose as he waits for an answer.
As The Virus is exiting the office door, he stops after hearing Dick's words about the video blog. "Okay good, just keep you’re shit together and little Dick in your pants in my presence. I will make some kind of statement or something on the internet blog thing you set up for me. I appreciate you managing all this for me right now, I have a lot on my plate. I will text you when I post the video blog so you can check it out and let whoever finds it important the fans hear from me." The Virus then continues out of the office and down the hall toward the stairs to join his friends again.
"Thanks Mr. Slathe, have a good night, and you will be a champion sooner or later, I can guarantee that. I have seen you spar. Text me." Dick then clicks end call.
The Virus presses end on the face of his phone and continues toward the kitchen where he finds his three best friends sharing stories and getting wasted, sloshed, tanked, or shitfaced. Which ever term best suits you for drunk beyond sobering up without sleep. "You ladies really took the have fun part to heart I see, I have a lot of catching up I guess!"
Danny grabs a beer from the fridge and tosses it to The Virus who catches the beer and smiles even though he hates the taste and its association to the lower social class. "Fuck yeah! Just a few though, I have to cut a promo for my match next Wednesday, sometime tonight." The Virus twists the top off the bottle of beer and slams about half the beer in one drink. If he was going to have to drink something he despised and would eliminate if he could, it would be swift and in large amounts at once.
All three of his friends cheer him on as he lowers his beer and fakes a smile, to add a little enthusiasm, he even sticks his tongue out. "Michael! Michael! Michael!" Danny and Sam then pat The Virus on the back and smile. He smiles back and takes a smaller but still large drink from his beer.
Khanrad then steps in closer to The Virus, "Thanks for having us brother, it has been too long. We all basically got caught up with each other, now for your story, besides what we already know with your parents." Khanrad takes a drink from his vodka and cranberry, Danny and Sam nod in agreement with Khanrad.
"Okay fair enough. To be honest my life has been shit for a while, since I got out, couldn't find work that didn't involve me carrying a firearm, until Dick. Well his name is Richard Bush, I call him Dick." His three friends laugh, The Virus even lets out a small chuckle. "Well he was hired by my father not even a week before he was killed and he already has a gig for me in the wrestling world. Honestly I was heading down a dark, dark path brothers, if it wasn't for my father's death, I might have still been walking in the dark." The Virus lowers his head in shame, all three of his brothers place their hands on his back letting him know it is okay.
The Virus then raises his head and slams the rest of his beer, walking towards the fridge he asks the guys if they need one. "Any of you pussies need another drink?" The Virus opens the fridge and begins scanning his alcohol selection as he waits for any response.
"Whiskey shots! Why? You are wondering, simple, we are fucking men about to do a whole lot of man shit together! Shit that may lead to imprisonment, plus you're a god damn professional wrestler now mother fucker!" Danny answers first. "Plus I need another beer."
Khanrad and Sam respond together, "Whiskey Shots!" They yell with each other’s arm around each other, as if they both where standing by leaning on one another.
The Virus grabs a half-gallon of crown royal from his fridge and places it on the counter top before returning to fridge for two beers, for himself and Danny. "Okay I'll do some shots of whiskey with you cock smokers but only a few I do have to get that video blog done, some of us don't work for the government and actually have to earn a living!" The Virus begins pouring the whiskey in four different shot glasses, one for each of them.
Each man takes a shot glass and holds in the air, Danny takes the floor. "To all our loved ones who are no longer on this earth with us. May the rest in peace and we live free and lively!" All four men nod in agreement touch glasses, then pour the golden brown beverage down their throats. Danny then quickly begins pouring them all another. "Hell since you have to go shoot gay porn or whatever for whomever in a little we might as well get the ball rolling eh?"
The Virus places his hand on his forehead and shakes it. "You're trying to sabotage me aren't you? You have some money on this match against me or something?" All the men laugh as they all grab another shot glass full of whiskey. They all look at one another directly and smile as they nod, followed by the downing of all the shots. Khanrad makes a little disgusted face.
"You good for another man?" Danny asks Khanrad as he begins pouring their third round. "Oh Michael you don't need to worry either, if you go into your match with the same attitude you had when we did MCMAP (Marine Corps Martial Arts Program) you'll be one hundred percent okay." Danny chuckles as he finishes the last drop to fill up the fourth and final shot glass.
The Virus steps up and grabs the glass Danny placed the tip of his fingers on the rim attempting to claim the one The Virus decided he wanted. "What is that suppose to mean Danny boy?" The Virus with his fingers around the base and mid section of the glass forces it away from Danny.
Danny smiles and grabs another shot glass, Sam and Khanrad grab the remaining two. Danny then raises his glass in the air, the other three follow. "You know cocky and have a cheating back up plan in case you can't win rightfully!" Danny then tips his shot glass back. The other three men follow in routine.
The Virus smiles and nods his head up and down while biting his upper lip. "Funny coming from the man who spent most of his time in MCMAP on his back. I learned in combat it doesn't matter who fights fair or who doesn't it is about who survives, I will take that same attitude into the ring with me, I know that." The Virus then nut taps Danny and slides his shot glass to him. "Pour me another one while your at it!" The Virus, Sam, and Khanrad laugh while Danny tries to catch his breath and allow his nuts to fall from his stomach.
The men continue to drink and talk shit about each other. What they think about what is going on in the world, sports, entertainment, you know the usual talk among friends. The reunion goes on for hours of hard drinking and brotherly bonding, even a two-gram joint of some twenty eight percent THC Head Band gets rolled.
End Scene...