Crime Lords Bitch Pt2/ Better whip round the rest!

Cont...

Only one more job for the week and I'm done. I can see the diner in my sights when suddenly...

BANG...BANG!

Gun shots, people screaming and running in all directions, I try not to panic and duck down a side alley. Is this the moment, has the time finally come, have I upset that one too many people during my time working for Halliday. I lean against the wall looking up and down the street trying to spot the source of the gun fire. There doesn't appear to be anyone that I can see. I blink and lean back against the wall, slowly looking up to the sky, the tall buildings either side of me don't shield the heavy rain as it splashes down onto my face. I rub my brow dry and pull up my hood back over my head, take a deep breath and begin to walk back out into the street, not before checking up and down, up and down and up and down again. There was no sign of anyone left in the street, I should be safe to move on.

BANG...BANG!

Two more gun shots but this time the street is already empty no panic, no screaming, nothing obstructing the ringing pop of the shots.

"Halliday's Bar" I think to myself as my brain process' where the sound of the shots came from. I look down the street and see nobody, just the deserted street.

"Oh my god, Jasmine!"

My heart sank as my stomach began to turn making feel violently sick. I quickly run out into the street and back towards the gun shots, towards Halliday's, too Jasmine.

Approaching Halliday's I slow to a brisk walk. "The shooter could still be inside!" A slow even more, hardly walking now as I approach the door to the White room. What would be on the other side of the door, what would I find, would I find Jasmine, alive or injured or even worse dead, would I find the shooter still in there, would I have to deal with him myself, would I find Halliday laying face down on his bar after one of his workers finally had enough of being short changed his wages, what would I find.

As I reach for the door handle my palms begin to sweat, my heart beating at thousand miles an hour. I turn the handle and lock pops and I slowly open the door. Peaking my head around the door slowly I take deep breaths in a unsuccessful attempt to slow my heart down, it feels like it's going to explode out of my chest. The first thing I see is the white wall to the left of the room, as I ease myself around the door more of the wall and room are in site and so is Jasmine.
Jasmine is sat on the floor in the back corner of the room her eyes filled with tears, she see's me and the crying begins, uncontrollable emotion. I hurry in to the room and straight towards her, I want to comfort her. As I get closer I almost stop dead on the spot, a gun is sat on the floor next to her, her hand open next to it, I catch a glimpse of something out the corner of my eye, looking over towards her desk I am taken aback with what I see.

"Oh shit" I exclaim but continue on towards Jasmine and hold her tight. I didn't know what had happened, but she needed me to comfort her and soon she is going to need my help sorting out this bullet riddled body slumped back over her desk blood splatters all over the bright white wall.

For now, I'll hold her, hold her tight.

To Be Continued

The Promo PT 2

An equinox is an astronomical event in which the plane of Earth's equator passes the center of the Sun,[2] making night and day of approximately equal length all over the planet. The equinoxes are the only times when the solar terminator (the "edge" between night and day) is perpendicular to the equator. As a result, the northern and southern hemispheres are equally illuminated.

~Taken from Wikipedia~

Now I'm not going to bang on about your name like I did with them other too muppets in my previous promo, but seriously, why didn't you choose...

"The Solar Terminator"

Much more scary.

I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.

Anyway Equinox, your new here, I've been away for a while, I'm sure we're going to have a merry old time on Wednesday Night smacking each other about in the Battle Royal but... What makes you think that you can walk into the XWF and deserve an opportunity to earn a future title shot? I'll tell you now, absolutely nothing make me think you deserve one, nothing at all. Next week when we're in that ring I will prove this fact to you, I'll prove it our other opponents and I'll prove it to the imbeciles that run this place that seem to think this match was a good idea. I mean it's supposed to be a show not a slaughter, nobody really wants to see The Virus, 2, Rebel Star , The Italian Cowboi and The Solar Terminator... Sorry I mean... "Equinox" get smashed about for 5 minutes until they can't take no more.

Solar Termi..... Equinox

Hasta La Vista ....Baby

I'll be back!

Now onto the Italian Cowboy. Another undeserving new kid on the block. Have you ever googled Cowboi? You should, it's quite funny. Anyway so we're heading out to Japan for our battle royal so I have written a song, close to your home to celebrate this event.

Ok you ready?

To the tune of Cowboy by Kid Rock.

Here we go!!!

Macbeth baby
A successful mother fucker, who's look are blinding,
Macbeth baby
West coast smacking you in the eye.
I wanna be a Macbeth baby
Riding at night with Rebel Staarrr
Macbeth baby
Ill make you run a mile away.

Ok, ok, I'm not a talented song writer but still, my talent will be on show for you and the world, when we step into that ring and I take you all out one after the next, after the next & and if I play my cards right maybe Rebel Star will take me out later, if you know what I mean, well unless I've dropped her on that pretty face like I will have dropped the rest of you. It'll be a shame, she has a much nicer face to get ruined than you ugly fuckers.

Speaking of which. Rebz, can I call you Rebz? Maybe don't show up for the match, I really don't want to ruin that pretty little face of yours... It'll put me right off you!. Hey maybe you should come, but instead of competing you could come to the ring in my corner. That is a great idea, There is so much on offer for you. Firstly we could share my success, well you can be there while I'm being successful and shit, see that's a bonus. What else... Oh yeah, I'm awesome so that will automatically make you "almost awesome-ish". Finally it'll be a lot less embarrassing being stood in my corner then it would be getting beaten in your debut by Shit Face Paint Man, The Solar Terminator, a gay Cowboi and the shit number 2, I mean seriously when you go for a shit after a mean curry and it makes your ring sting you do say, "Fuck me that curry has gone right through me, it made my asshole hurt when I went for a number 2".

So Rebel Star... Think it over.

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