The Story of Zag Continues...........
Feb 3, 2021 22:50:49 GMT -6
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Post by PerZag on Feb 3, 2021 22:50:49 GMT -6
I am finally going to get the match that was supposed to kick start this year. The year of 2021; the year of the PERZAG! The match against Blood Dragon. One that was supposed to occur two weeks ago, only if some egotistical, delusional jackass, didn’t take me out due to his lacklustre attempts in the bedroom. I hate the jealous types.
But, yes, Blood Dragon was supposed to be the first victim of my wrath. Of the NEW YEAR ZAG! Of the Sexiest Man In Wrestling. Of the 70-Minute-Man. But, see, it all seems to work out perfectly for me.
My first match of the year ended up taking place just this past Sunday at Adrenaline Rush IV. I defeated the racist wanker known to everybody as Chad Vargas and that leader of BOB, Miss Fury. And not just in any standard match either. In a fucking LADDER MATCH. And I also won a Golden Opportunity that is good for any championship except for the World Title.
I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start MY new year.
To start the year with one of the most significant victories that I have had in my career here, in the GCWA, I couldn’t have asked for anything else. So thank you, Alessandro Qualiaterre. You ended up turning MY year into an even better one. AND, I still get to kick Blood Dragon’s ass this week too.
PerZag vs Blood Dragon. The match that was supposed to happen, but never happened, will happen. And it’s all going to go down this week. But it’s all good, my followers. I’ll finish him off quickly and address you all afterwards. That’s a guarantee.
But, with this match just a couple of days away, I knew I had to further prepare for it. But, there was one thing that just couldn’t wait. And even though I had to deal with a Blood Dragon this week, I still had to deal with THE Blood Dragons, right now.
And that’s where I was. Sitting in the shitty ass car that I have had for a decade because I don’t believe in getting rid of things that still work, even if they’re old and worthless. If it can still get me from A to B, it’s still useful, yet I don’t have to buy a new car. May as well save my money for when I need it.
Either way, shitty ass car and I’m sitting in the driver’s seat. That’s the scene. And if you want a better description so you all can picture it in your heads better, then here you go. It’s a Volkswagen Jetta, and it’s fucking silver. That better? Well, if it isn’t, then fuck you.
But, there I am, in my Volkswagen. My decade-old car. It’s silver shine, shining as it should. And I stare across the street at the Chinese restaurant that I had been tipped towards. Anonymously tipped, that is. That apparently, THE Blood Dragons (a Chinese gang) used as a base of operations. I knew what I had to do, so I grabbed the handle of my car door and pulled, opening it up. I stepped out and……………………..
STOP THE SCENE!
I forgot to tell you all the backstory. Why am I here? Why am I outside the Blood Dragon’s base of operations?
Here it is, all laid out for you. A few months back, I lost a friend of mine. A good friend, from one of my old private security-esque, sort of jobs. Stan, or for those that knew him better, Stanley.
He was trying to help me locate Tommy. Apparently, he had some information that I needed to hear that would help me find him. But, I got to the meeting place too late, and he was strung up. Not a suicide, it was called, which I knew straight away. He was silenced. But within this last fortnight, I received a tip.
An anonymous tip. One that showed and proved that the Blood Dragons were behind the assassination. Were behind the hit. And I just couldn’t let my friend die in vain. I couldn’t let him rest without his killers getting justice. Without me shooting every single one of those ‘ching chonga’ motherfuckers in the head.
But, they were a gang—a mafia. I wouldn’t get far. Their spraying of bullets would finally get me. There were just too many of them. And I’m not John Wick. Or John McClane. Or a John for that matter. I wasn’t some super-assassin that could go in, wipe everybody out, and leave with nothing but a bruise.
No, I am a professional wrestler. The Sexiest Man In Wrestling and The 70-Minute-Man. I needed some other way to get justice. And with Private Detective Franklin Smithstone still missing, I had to turn to somebody else. I had to talk to somebody I knew. But the issue with that was that I hadn’t seen her in over a decade. Whenever we broke up in college. She always wanted to join the FBI, and I believe that she achieved her goals.
So, I contacted her, set up a meeting, and threw everything on the table. From Tommy being kidnapped to Stanley being killed, to Private Detective Franklin Smithstone going missing. She listened to every word. Every last bit of it. All the way through to the tip I had just received a week prior at that point, about the Blood Dragon Mafia.
Apparently, they had been a thorn in the FBI’s side for a long time. The tip wasn’t enough proof, and we weren’t going to be able to just go in there and ask who did it. An informant was necessary. And if Stanley risked his life to help find Tommy, I was sure as hell going to risk mine to bring justice to his killers.
And that’s it. That’s the backstory. Everything was set up for me to go in and try to buy some drugs. Do whatever I could to get evidence against them so that the FBI can swarm in and find anything to put the entire mafia away forever. And as I closed the door to my car behind me, I walked over to the Chinese restaurant, ready to bring some justice.
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I finally had the chance to think. Everything went so quickly, my instincts kicked in, and everything was over in one fluid motion. The bullet-riddled bodies around me start to bring a new scent into the air. One that I don’t quite want to explain to you all. I leave the restaurant, searching for fresh air and the chance to think clearly, without the chaos.
I step outside into the night sky as the sounds of the bullets firing everywhere still echo through my mind. I walk over to my Volkswagen, even parked in the same spot only two hours prior. So much happened in such a short period. I sit on the bonnet, elbows placed on my knees, face in my hands.
I had finally gotten a little bit of justice for everything that had gone bad in 2020. Justice for Stanley. But, I knew it wasn’t finished. The pit I could feel in my stomach knew it wasn’t done. That it wasn’t achieved. Not yet. Not until I know who hired them. Who hired the Black Dragons to take Stanley out? That was the next question I needed to be answered.
Because if I could just find out who, then I can get closer to finding Tommy. I can find out what happened to Private Detective Smithstone. And I can finally write all my wrongs that the year 2020 brought me.
With my face still placed into the palms of my hands, I could hear a pair of footsteps walking my way. I knew who it was, but I look up anyway, just to be sure. And there she was, my ex from college. Her attire that of a black piece suit made her look brighter than I could remember. Which is odd because she was always an intelligent person.
“How are you, Steve?” she asked me, staring down at me with her dark brown eyes.
“Man, that’s not a name I have heard for a while,” I replied.
She gives me the briefest smile before sitting down on the bonnet next to me.
“That’s right. It’s what now? ProZig?”
I give a little chuckle.
“Honestly, it doesn’t matter. I am who I am, aren’t I?”
I look into her eyes as the sudden flashback of our college times together floods through my brain. I quickly look away, shaking my head, attempting to throw out the memories from my mind. Not that that ever works.
“But, yeah, it’s PerZag now—sort of. I don’t know. It’s what I go by most of the time.”
I look down at the road beneath us, staring at the darkened pavement, still trying to figure out what went wrong tonight. I feel her hand touch mine, but it pulls away almost instantly. I give a brief smirk, realising that she’s finding this just as awkward as I. A decade has passed, but it doesn’t feel like it. I doubt it ever will.
“Hey, Steve, tonight was not your fault. I assure you of that. I am not one hundred per cent certain, but I believe that someone tipped them off to your presence.”
My eyes widen. That thought never crossed my mind. I look up at her.
“How sure are you?”
“At least seventy-five per cent.”
I turn my head away from her again, processing new ideas that are now flooding through my mind. I feel the car shift as she gets up off the bonnet, placing a hand on my shoulder in the process.
“Steve. I am here for you. And I won’t stop until that boy is found. You have my word on that.”
I feel her hand leave my shoulder as I remain seated, silent, contemplating everything that has happened. Considering the Blood Dragons and their piece in all this. Where does their puzzle piece fit in the jigsaw of all this? Were they just a hired hand or were they a more significant part of it all? But I’ll figure all of that out soon. I’m sure.
With Emily and her FBI counterparts now involved, this could soon be all over. Maybe I can finally find Tommy and eventually bring him home to his family. To Rhiannon and to his mother. And I can finally get everything right.
But time sure will tell.
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Now, there is only one thing left on my mind. And that is you, Blood Dragon. Your time here in GCWA is numbered. You had your chance, your opportunity, and you didn’t show, well, anything.
You’re lucky that you even got another chance. Another shot. You’re fortunate that it is with me too. Because it could have very well been a match against Warthog. And anybody that loses to him is incredibly lame.
But, either way, your career in the GCWA is over. I’ll give you one last hurrah with a quick beating and a demolishing in the ring, and then a pose over your carcass. That’s all the fans want. That’s all I need. I had my debut match at Adrenaline Rush, and I won it. I don’t need some big showing against you. Another W to my record is all you’re suitable for, so thanks for that.
And, uh, yeah, enjoy your last showing anywhere relevant.
So now I’ll just add an ‘I’m the Sexiest Man In Wrestling’ bit here, and an ‘I’m the 70-Minute-Man’ bit there, and I’m good.
Cheers.
OOC: Word Count according to my Google Docs is 1943 words. And yeah, I hope anyone reading somewhat liked it. It's not my best work, I don't think, but I was able to further my story, and that's good enough for me. So, thanks for reading.
But, yes, Blood Dragon was supposed to be the first victim of my wrath. Of the NEW YEAR ZAG! Of the Sexiest Man In Wrestling. Of the 70-Minute-Man. But, see, it all seems to work out perfectly for me.
My first match of the year ended up taking place just this past Sunday at Adrenaline Rush IV. I defeated the racist wanker known to everybody as Chad Vargas and that leader of BOB, Miss Fury. And not just in any standard match either. In a fucking LADDER MATCH. And I also won a Golden Opportunity that is good for any championship except for the World Title.
I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start MY new year.
To start the year with one of the most significant victories that I have had in my career here, in the GCWA, I couldn’t have asked for anything else. So thank you, Alessandro Qualiaterre. You ended up turning MY year into an even better one. AND, I still get to kick Blood Dragon’s ass this week too.
PerZag vs Blood Dragon. The match that was supposed to happen, but never happened, will happen. And it’s all going to go down this week. But it’s all good, my followers. I’ll finish him off quickly and address you all afterwards. That’s a guarantee.
But, with this match just a couple of days away, I knew I had to further prepare for it. But, there was one thing that just couldn’t wait. And even though I had to deal with a Blood Dragon this week, I still had to deal with THE Blood Dragons, right now.
And that’s where I was. Sitting in the shitty ass car that I have had for a decade because I don’t believe in getting rid of things that still work, even if they’re old and worthless. If it can still get me from A to B, it’s still useful, yet I don’t have to buy a new car. May as well save my money for when I need it.
Either way, shitty ass car and I’m sitting in the driver’s seat. That’s the scene. And if you want a better description so you all can picture it in your heads better, then here you go. It’s a Volkswagen Jetta, and it’s fucking silver. That better? Well, if it isn’t, then fuck you.
But, there I am, in my Volkswagen. My decade-old car. It’s silver shine, shining as it should. And I stare across the street at the Chinese restaurant that I had been tipped towards. Anonymously tipped, that is. That apparently, THE Blood Dragons (a Chinese gang) used as a base of operations. I knew what I had to do, so I grabbed the handle of my car door and pulled, opening it up. I stepped out and……………………..
STOP THE SCENE!
I forgot to tell you all the backstory. Why am I here? Why am I outside the Blood Dragon’s base of operations?
Here it is, all laid out for you. A few months back, I lost a friend of mine. A good friend, from one of my old private security-esque, sort of jobs. Stan, or for those that knew him better, Stanley.
He was trying to help me locate Tommy. Apparently, he had some information that I needed to hear that would help me find him. But, I got to the meeting place too late, and he was strung up. Not a suicide, it was called, which I knew straight away. He was silenced. But within this last fortnight, I received a tip.
An anonymous tip. One that showed and proved that the Blood Dragons were behind the assassination. Were behind the hit. And I just couldn’t let my friend die in vain. I couldn’t let him rest without his killers getting justice. Without me shooting every single one of those ‘ching chonga’ motherfuckers in the head.
But, they were a gang—a mafia. I wouldn’t get far. Their spraying of bullets would finally get me. There were just too many of them. And I’m not John Wick. Or John McClane. Or a John for that matter. I wasn’t some super-assassin that could go in, wipe everybody out, and leave with nothing but a bruise.
No, I am a professional wrestler. The Sexiest Man In Wrestling and The 70-Minute-Man. I needed some other way to get justice. And with Private Detective Franklin Smithstone still missing, I had to turn to somebody else. I had to talk to somebody I knew. But the issue with that was that I hadn’t seen her in over a decade. Whenever we broke up in college. She always wanted to join the FBI, and I believe that she achieved her goals.
So, I contacted her, set up a meeting, and threw everything on the table. From Tommy being kidnapped to Stanley being killed, to Private Detective Franklin Smithstone going missing. She listened to every word. Every last bit of it. All the way through to the tip I had just received a week prior at that point, about the Blood Dragon Mafia.
Apparently, they had been a thorn in the FBI’s side for a long time. The tip wasn’t enough proof, and we weren’t going to be able to just go in there and ask who did it. An informant was necessary. And if Stanley risked his life to help find Tommy, I was sure as hell going to risk mine to bring justice to his killers.
And that’s it. That’s the backstory. Everything was set up for me to go in and try to buy some drugs. Do whatever I could to get evidence against them so that the FBI can swarm in and find anything to put the entire mafia away forever. And as I closed the door to my car behind me, I walked over to the Chinese restaurant, ready to bring some justice.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I finally had the chance to think. Everything went so quickly, my instincts kicked in, and everything was over in one fluid motion. The bullet-riddled bodies around me start to bring a new scent into the air. One that I don’t quite want to explain to you all. I leave the restaurant, searching for fresh air and the chance to think clearly, without the chaos.
I step outside into the night sky as the sounds of the bullets firing everywhere still echo through my mind. I walk over to my Volkswagen, even parked in the same spot only two hours prior. So much happened in such a short period. I sit on the bonnet, elbows placed on my knees, face in my hands.
I had finally gotten a little bit of justice for everything that had gone bad in 2020. Justice for Stanley. But, I knew it wasn’t finished. The pit I could feel in my stomach knew it wasn’t done. That it wasn’t achieved. Not yet. Not until I know who hired them. Who hired the Black Dragons to take Stanley out? That was the next question I needed to be answered.
Because if I could just find out who, then I can get closer to finding Tommy. I can find out what happened to Private Detective Smithstone. And I can finally write all my wrongs that the year 2020 brought me.
With my face still placed into the palms of my hands, I could hear a pair of footsteps walking my way. I knew who it was, but I look up anyway, just to be sure. And there she was, my ex from college. Her attire that of a black piece suit made her look brighter than I could remember. Which is odd because she was always an intelligent person.
“How are you, Steve?” she asked me, staring down at me with her dark brown eyes.
“Man, that’s not a name I have heard for a while,” I replied.
She gives me the briefest smile before sitting down on the bonnet next to me.
“That’s right. It’s what now? ProZig?”
I give a little chuckle.
“Honestly, it doesn’t matter. I am who I am, aren’t I?”
I look into her eyes as the sudden flashback of our college times together floods through my brain. I quickly look away, shaking my head, attempting to throw out the memories from my mind. Not that that ever works.
“But, yeah, it’s PerZag now—sort of. I don’t know. It’s what I go by most of the time.”
I look down at the road beneath us, staring at the darkened pavement, still trying to figure out what went wrong tonight. I feel her hand touch mine, but it pulls away almost instantly. I give a brief smirk, realising that she’s finding this just as awkward as I. A decade has passed, but it doesn’t feel like it. I doubt it ever will.
“Hey, Steve, tonight was not your fault. I assure you of that. I am not one hundred per cent certain, but I believe that someone tipped them off to your presence.”
My eyes widen. That thought never crossed my mind. I look up at her.
“How sure are you?”
“At least seventy-five per cent.”
I turn my head away from her again, processing new ideas that are now flooding through my mind. I feel the car shift as she gets up off the bonnet, placing a hand on my shoulder in the process.
“Steve. I am here for you. And I won’t stop until that boy is found. You have my word on that.”
I feel her hand leave my shoulder as I remain seated, silent, contemplating everything that has happened. Considering the Blood Dragons and their piece in all this. Where does their puzzle piece fit in the jigsaw of all this? Were they just a hired hand or were they a more significant part of it all? But I’ll figure all of that out soon. I’m sure.
With Emily and her FBI counterparts now involved, this could soon be all over. Maybe I can finally find Tommy and eventually bring him home to his family. To Rhiannon and to his mother. And I can finally get everything right.
But time sure will tell.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now, there is only one thing left on my mind. And that is you, Blood Dragon. Your time here in GCWA is numbered. You had your chance, your opportunity, and you didn’t show, well, anything.
You’re lucky that you even got another chance. Another shot. You’re fortunate that it is with me too. Because it could have very well been a match against Warthog. And anybody that loses to him is incredibly lame.
But, either way, your career in the GCWA is over. I’ll give you one last hurrah with a quick beating and a demolishing in the ring, and then a pose over your carcass. That’s all the fans want. That’s all I need. I had my debut match at Adrenaline Rush, and I won it. I don’t need some big showing against you. Another W to my record is all you’re suitable for, so thanks for that.
And, uh, yeah, enjoy your last showing anywhere relevant.
So now I’ll just add an ‘I’m the Sexiest Man In Wrestling’ bit here, and an ‘I’m the 70-Minute-Man’ bit there, and I’m good.
Cheers.
OOC: Word Count according to my Google Docs is 1943 words. And yeah, I hope anyone reading somewhat liked it. It's not my best work, I don't think, but I was able to further my story, and that's good enough for me. So, thanks for reading.
