Post by dustinholt on Jan 31, 2016 13:50:57 GMT -6
A loud bang can be heard through the house as Jenifer nearly jumps out of her skin. She jumps up to her feet while running through the house. She doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. That was until she saw her husband standing out back with his bullwhip. The sound from him cracking it over and over sounded like a shotgun going off. A slight grin comes across her face while leaning against the railing.
"Do you have to do that now?" she tries to ask but the loud cracking drowns her out. "Babe," she tries again but he continues to crack it. She shakes her head while stepping down onto the front step and sitting down. "At least he isn't going off the deep end after losing his third match in a row," she says to herself while waiting for him to turn around.
After a few more cracks of the bullwhip, he coils it up and turns toward the house. He smirks when he sees his wife sitting on the porch. "What you doing out here?" he asks while moving towards her.
"I heard a loud sound and had to investigate," she answers while giving him a smile.
"Where's my beer?" he asks while walking right past her.
"Excuse me, do I look like your personal bartender?" she replies while standing back up to her feet.
"Don't patronize me woman," he answers. Jen lets out a quick humph as he chuckles under his breath. He moves toward the far end of the porch where a large weapons cache is sitting. He opens it and places the bullwhip inside it.
"Babe, are you still bummed about losing three matches in a row?" she blatantly asks while her husband is looking inside his weapons cache.
"Did you have to ask that fucking question?" he answers while slamming the top down. Jenifer gulps a bit knowing she just struck a nerve.
"I didn't mean to strike a nerve," she replies while moving to hug him. He thwarts her advance while hopping over the railing. "Where you going?" she asks.
"I'm going to get myself a beer. I'll be back whenever," he answers while walking around towards the front of the house.
"Wait," exclaims Jenifer as she runs down the steps to join her husband. "Don't I get a hug and a kiss?" she wonders while searching his eyes.
He gives her a peck on the cheek before picking up the pace. He gets in his Chevy Silverado and pulls out of the drive. Jen is left standing there wondering what in the hell is going on with her husband.
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Thirty minutes have passed as Dustin pulls into a vacant parking space in front of the local dive bar. The bar itself was jam packed with tourists and locals. The crowded bar didn't bother Dustin as he walks inside and takes a seat at the bar.
"Holt, what you doing in here?" asks Tony the bartender with a smile on his face.
"Give me the usual Tony," he answers while completely ignoring the question.
"Does Jen know you are here?" asks Tony.
Dustin rolls his eyes before grabbing Tony by the scruff of his collar. He yanks him down while whispering in his ear. "Just give me the usual with no fucking talking," says Dustin while quickly letting go of Tony.
Tony knew when Dustin wasn't in a talking a mood. He gives a quick nod of his head while going to fix Dustin's usual. Dustin just sat there not wanting to talk to anyone. As Tony was still fixing Dustin's drink, a group of young boys walk up to the bar and begin shouting.
"HEY barkeep, why don't you take our order?" barks one of the kids as Tony looks over his shoulder.
"I'll be with you boys in a minute," he answers while finishing his first order.
"Do you have any idea who we are? We should be your top priority," states another as Tony shakes his head.
"I don't give a damn," replies Tony as he brings over Dustin's drink. He places it onto the bar as Dustin grips into his hand.
"Alright old man, get our drinks now," they demand while banging on the bar top.
Tony starts to make their drinks when Dustin places a hand on his hand. "Don't do a damn thing Tony," he says while sipping on his drink.
The four boys turn their heads toward Dustin who is still drinking his drink. "Who in the hell do you think you are?" they ask while standing on each side of him.
"I'm the nightmare your parents warned you about when tucking your asses in at night. I'm the monster lurking inside your closet," he says while chuckling to himself.
"This guy is a comedian," says one of the boys. "You think you are funny," he says while looking at Dustin.
"I wouldn't push his buttons fellas," warns Tony.
"Shut up old man, this fool has no idea who we are," says the boy.
A sinister laughter comes out of Dustin as he looks at him. "Oh, I do know who you four are," he says.
The boys look at him while cocking their eyebrows up. Dustin takes a few more swigs while spinning around on his stool. Tony grabs a hold of Dustin's arm hoping he won't do something stupid.
"Don't do this man," begs Tony.
"Tony, these boys are just begging to get their asses kicked. Isn't that right Jamo?" he asks as one of the boys looks confused.
"Who is Jamo?" asks Brian.
"What is the Grim Reaper afraid of a lunatic? Did you stumble onto a grave plot with your name written on the tombstone? It must be annoying having to follow the footsteps of ever other bloak who's been the grim reaper. I can't tell you how many assholes I have shoved into an open casket. I guess this should be something to watch. Jamo will be the first to taste defeat," states Dustin while getting up off his bar stool.
"Dustin, please don't do this," Tony continues to beg.
"You boys should be happy that the old man is pleading for your lives. Which is something seeing Bama Brooks has no idea what year it is? I do believe he and I are the only experienced wrestlers in this match but I am the only one worth mentioning," continues Dustin. The boys are all looking at him with confusion racking their faces.
"Do you have an clue what he is talking about?" one of them asks Tony as he just shakes his head.
"Hey, can you make sense please?" asks one of the boys as Dustin continues to stare at them.
"What's the matter? Is the Viking have issues understand a word I am saying? Should I speak slower for your mind to catch up? It must get lonely at your home since no one would want to date you. Grim is going to find out the hard way that brawlers don't last when I am in the ring. I guess the same could be said about Lukas. He and I are kind of a like. We both live in our own world. However, I am willing to go all out in order to get what I want. Even Alec Rose doesn't stand a chance against me. I am highly skilled in all sorts of martial arts. However this match isn't about who hits hard. It's about tossing son of a bitches out of the ring. Not to mention, we are going to be in Puerto Rico. Meaning, I haven't lost a fucking match in Puerto Rico. No matter what kind of match, I haven't lost in this country. I don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he finally stops as the boys are getting a little annoyed.
"Will you talk normal for once?" they ask as Dustin looks at them. Tony quickly picks up the phone and dials a number. "You need to get down here," is all he says before hanging up. The boys begin to circle Dustin as he smirks. "Well, what you going to do?" he asks them while picturing his seven opponents for Double Jeopardy. "Are you going to attack or just circle me all night long?" he continues while watching them closely.
The first boy goes to strike but Dustin catches it. He flings him over while catching the second with a quick kick to the gut. This fight doesn't even last five minutes as Dustin is standing tall with a little blood trickling down his lip. The four boys are lying on the floor holding their bodies as a sick grin comes across his face. "That is what you seven will look like come Double Jeopardy. You all will be resting comfortably in the fetal position while I am celebrating my victory. Katie is going to be sorry she beat me. I will get my rematch with her then I will take her precious title. The Lunatic is unhinged and ready for war. I just hope you bastards are ready," he says.
The front door of the bar swings open as Jenifer comes walking in, she sees the carnage her husband left and gives him a kiss on the lips. She turns her attention to Tony while glaring at him. The scene begins to fade as no words are spoken.
"Do you have to do that now?" she tries to ask but the loud cracking drowns her out. "Babe," she tries again but he continues to crack it. She shakes her head while stepping down onto the front step and sitting down. "At least he isn't going off the deep end after losing his third match in a row," she says to herself while waiting for him to turn around.
After a few more cracks of the bullwhip, he coils it up and turns toward the house. He smirks when he sees his wife sitting on the porch. "What you doing out here?" he asks while moving towards her.
"I heard a loud sound and had to investigate," she answers while giving him a smile.
"Where's my beer?" he asks while walking right past her.
"Excuse me, do I look like your personal bartender?" she replies while standing back up to her feet.
"Don't patronize me woman," he answers. Jen lets out a quick humph as he chuckles under his breath. He moves toward the far end of the porch where a large weapons cache is sitting. He opens it and places the bullwhip inside it.
"Babe, are you still bummed about losing three matches in a row?" she blatantly asks while her husband is looking inside his weapons cache.
"Did you have to ask that fucking question?" he answers while slamming the top down. Jenifer gulps a bit knowing she just struck a nerve.
"I didn't mean to strike a nerve," she replies while moving to hug him. He thwarts her advance while hopping over the railing. "Where you going?" she asks.
"I'm going to get myself a beer. I'll be back whenever," he answers while walking around towards the front of the house.
"Wait," exclaims Jenifer as she runs down the steps to join her husband. "Don't I get a hug and a kiss?" she wonders while searching his eyes.
He gives her a peck on the cheek before picking up the pace. He gets in his Chevy Silverado and pulls out of the drive. Jen is left standing there wondering what in the hell is going on with her husband.
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Thirty minutes have passed as Dustin pulls into a vacant parking space in front of the local dive bar. The bar itself was jam packed with tourists and locals. The crowded bar didn't bother Dustin as he walks inside and takes a seat at the bar.
"Holt, what you doing in here?" asks Tony the bartender with a smile on his face.
"Give me the usual Tony," he answers while completely ignoring the question.
"Does Jen know you are here?" asks Tony.
Dustin rolls his eyes before grabbing Tony by the scruff of his collar. He yanks him down while whispering in his ear. "Just give me the usual with no fucking talking," says Dustin while quickly letting go of Tony.
Tony knew when Dustin wasn't in a talking a mood. He gives a quick nod of his head while going to fix Dustin's usual. Dustin just sat there not wanting to talk to anyone. As Tony was still fixing Dustin's drink, a group of young boys walk up to the bar and begin shouting.
"HEY barkeep, why don't you take our order?" barks one of the kids as Tony looks over his shoulder.
"I'll be with you boys in a minute," he answers while finishing his first order.
"Do you have any idea who we are? We should be your top priority," states another as Tony shakes his head.
"I don't give a damn," replies Tony as he brings over Dustin's drink. He places it onto the bar as Dustin grips into his hand.
"Alright old man, get our drinks now," they demand while banging on the bar top.
Tony starts to make their drinks when Dustin places a hand on his hand. "Don't do a damn thing Tony," he says while sipping on his drink.
The four boys turn their heads toward Dustin who is still drinking his drink. "Who in the hell do you think you are?" they ask while standing on each side of him.
"I'm the nightmare your parents warned you about when tucking your asses in at night. I'm the monster lurking inside your closet," he says while chuckling to himself.
"This guy is a comedian," says one of the boys. "You think you are funny," he says while looking at Dustin.
"I wouldn't push his buttons fellas," warns Tony.
"Shut up old man, this fool has no idea who we are," says the boy.
A sinister laughter comes out of Dustin as he looks at him. "Oh, I do know who you four are," he says.
The boys look at him while cocking their eyebrows up. Dustin takes a few more swigs while spinning around on his stool. Tony grabs a hold of Dustin's arm hoping he won't do something stupid.
"Don't do this man," begs Tony.
"Tony, these boys are just begging to get their asses kicked. Isn't that right Jamo?" he asks as one of the boys looks confused.
"Who is Jamo?" asks Brian.
"What is the Grim Reaper afraid of a lunatic? Did you stumble onto a grave plot with your name written on the tombstone? It must be annoying having to follow the footsteps of ever other bloak who's been the grim reaper. I can't tell you how many assholes I have shoved into an open casket. I guess this should be something to watch. Jamo will be the first to taste defeat," states Dustin while getting up off his bar stool.
"Dustin, please don't do this," Tony continues to beg.
"You boys should be happy that the old man is pleading for your lives. Which is something seeing Bama Brooks has no idea what year it is? I do believe he and I are the only experienced wrestlers in this match but I am the only one worth mentioning," continues Dustin. The boys are all looking at him with confusion racking their faces.
"Do you have an clue what he is talking about?" one of them asks Tony as he just shakes his head.
"Hey, can you make sense please?" asks one of the boys as Dustin continues to stare at them.
"What's the matter? Is the Viking have issues understand a word I am saying? Should I speak slower for your mind to catch up? It must get lonely at your home since no one would want to date you. Grim is going to find out the hard way that brawlers don't last when I am in the ring. I guess the same could be said about Lukas. He and I are kind of a like. We both live in our own world. However, I am willing to go all out in order to get what I want. Even Alec Rose doesn't stand a chance against me. I am highly skilled in all sorts of martial arts. However this match isn't about who hits hard. It's about tossing son of a bitches out of the ring. Not to mention, we are going to be in Puerto Rico. Meaning, I haven't lost a fucking match in Puerto Rico. No matter what kind of match, I haven't lost in this country. I don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he finally stops as the boys are getting a little annoyed.
"Will you talk normal for once?" they ask as Dustin looks at them. Tony quickly picks up the phone and dials a number. "You need to get down here," is all he says before hanging up. The boys begin to circle Dustin as he smirks. "Well, what you going to do?" he asks them while picturing his seven opponents for Double Jeopardy. "Are you going to attack or just circle me all night long?" he continues while watching them closely.
The first boy goes to strike but Dustin catches it. He flings him over while catching the second with a quick kick to the gut. This fight doesn't even last five minutes as Dustin is standing tall with a little blood trickling down his lip. The four boys are lying on the floor holding their bodies as a sick grin comes across his face. "That is what you seven will look like come Double Jeopardy. You all will be resting comfortably in the fetal position while I am celebrating my victory. Katie is going to be sorry she beat me. I will get my rematch with her then I will take her precious title. The Lunatic is unhinged and ready for war. I just hope you bastards are ready," he says.
The front door of the bar swings open as Jenifer comes walking in, she sees the carnage her husband left and gives him a kiss on the lips. She turns her attention to Tony while glaring at him. The scene begins to fade as no words are spoken.
