Promo: "The pain... the agony"

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

“What is he going to do.”

 

The same question has been asked since he was ten years old. Those were the days, when a scrap happened, you just had to win the fight. Now, it’s not quite the same. Sure, he is guilt of it to, but hey, what can you do.

 

“This is my home, god dammit.”

 

Jamie Drazon walks through the Vancouver streets, the weather in BC is pissing down rain as always. He hair is soaked, he wraps his arms over his chest, and let’s his trenchcoat trail behind him. He arrived early, hearing some things about how it had been one year… about this and that. It doesn’t really matter to him anymore.

 

“I can’t believe I have Ced. I defeated Thugg last month. I have the best-won loss record in the fed over the last four months. Jesus.”

 

He passes the alleyways, the homeless men digging in the dumpsters. He reaches into his pockets and tosses some change in their direction, then continues to walk. Looking up at the darkened sky, the stars clearly visible despite the heavy downpour. It had been about a year. That’s about right. He wasn’t here last year, he had his shit to do.

 

“I had a reputation to rebuild. I went from a man who could beat anyone, to a jobber… now… I almost have my old status back. I hurt people, because I can.”

 

Drazon mutters this to himself as the hair absorbs as much of the water as it could, now it starts to drip. Jamie shakes his hair a bit, letting it fall backward. He’s used to the rain. The days of running from the pigs just because he was dealing some pot. The fights in the streets, when that one punch hurt that much more, because of the cold feeling of the rain. To be young again, the days where running was a priority. Jason and him, man did they cause hell. The dude had been gone for almost a year. The hell with that, he has to deal with this once more.

 

Jay Dawg continues to walk, past the towering high, glass business buildings. Past Chinatown as many illegal fireworks are being sold for Halloween. This is his territory… Bo may have the Bronx… but he ain’t got nothing on Vancouver. He finally comes up to the apartment complex, opening the front door and steps onto the carpet. He wipes his feet on the doormat then step forward, his shoes wet enough that they sink into the wool. He walks up one set of steps, then another. He knew where he was going, he’s done this before, hundreds of times. He turns to his right on the second floor and walks along the hallway. The sides are painted a dull blue. He finally pauses at door 219, looking at the door. He takes a deep breath and proceeds to knock.

 

“Yeah?” Is the answer he gets, the voice of a female.

 

To hear her voice again, a rush it may be, but it’s harsh.

 

“It’s time.” Is all he can reply with.

 

“I know.”

 

She opens the door, dressed in a black gown. Her hair hanging down, shoulder length. It’s brown once again, she must have dyed it back. JD looks into the eyes of his former girl, saddened, almost weakened. He shakes his head then turns around.

 

“Let’s go.” He musters out.

 

They remain silent, patiently walking back down the hall, down the steps, and out the front door. Molly raises her arm and a cab is quick to pick them up. JD opens the door for her and she enters, then enters himself.

 

“Where to?” asks the cab driver.

 

“Telford’s memorial service.” Molly is the one to answer, and the driver nods his head. Jay Dawg lets his head lean up against the window, the rain still falling. His emotion is eating him up, but it barely shows on the outside. JD just coldly stares out the window, doing his best to ignore Molly’s presence, but she ends that quickly.

 

“So… how you been.” Breaking the silence.

 

Jamie continues to look out the window, the Vancouver night would leave an uncomfortable presence to many. The home of this year’s Genesis, and JD is fighting Ced. There is more important matters tonight though. Molly doesn’t help though.

 

Molly.

 

At one point, his reason to live.

 

“I’ve been fine.” He replies coldly, turning to face her, coldly looking into her eyes. He can only wish that she was just another girl, but she wasn’t.

 

Molly.

 

His definition of passion, whether it is hate or love, the cause of his pain, the sacrifice he had to make.

 

The cab finally pulls to the curb and the man looks back through the window.

 

“$13.50” he casually replies. JD reaches into his pocket and pulls out fifteen dollars and hands it to the cab driver then exits the car. A sneer for the cheap tip is the response from the driver as JD takes a deep breath on the outside. Inhaling the fresh air after being in the smoke filled cab, and with Molly.

 

Molly.

 

He loved her. He made the mistake and got to close. His weakness so to speak. He let her go, his head was clear, all thoughts he felt for her could only be channeled into rage. But she’s here right now. Why can’t he hate her. Why?

 

“Jamie. This is hard for me to. But you have to do this.”

 

She’s right…

 

She’s always right.

 

They walk up the one set of steps, and enter the doors of the large building. The room is empty, save for the janitor, scrubbing the hardwood floors. He lifts his rag up, dripping off his hand, he squeezes it tightly then points to his left. Well aware what they are there for. JD removes his trenchcoat, hanging it up onto the nearest coat hook. Dressed in all black, suit, jacket, no tie, but dress hoes and a belt with a silver buckle. He brushes his hair back once more, now only damp and walks forward. This is not the time to think about Molly, or Ced. This is his time. This is Jason’s time. He owes it to the man. His blood brother.

 

“One year ago.” Jamie mutters, shaking his head.

 

He hesitates before the giant corridor, letting Molly catch up, her high heels clunking into the floor. JD pushes the doors open and is once more outside, stepping onto the soft green grass. He sticks his hands in his pockets and mopes forward, shaking his head, thinking of the memories. This guy taught him how to fight. He messed up the cops when they tried to bust him. The hell they raised. Good times.

 

They slowly pass many tombstones. Finally, after about a minute of walking, a small crowd of peoples surrounding a grave. The grass is thick around it, the tombstone letting some water splash off it. JD recognizes some of the people there, but doesn’t really care. He reads the tombstone; he hasn’t seen it in over a year.

 

Here lies Jason Hughes

 

1969-2001

 

Jason will be remembered by

his friends and loving girlfriend.

 

 

 

Short, quick, the way he liked it. Jason never liked elaborate BS. One year now. He had still been alive when Molly was around. I guess I needed her, he starts to think. His eyes remain cold, open though as Jason is the only other he can do it without seeing rage. Even if he is gone right now.

 

The priest who was hired finishes up his spiel, and thanks the people for coming. Whoever hired him should have their ass kicked. Jason hated priests… the church as well. Jay Dawg isn’t too fond of them himself. But someone must have wanted to pass Jason off as a ‘good’ man. Wrong you fucking blind piece of shit, Jason was a good friend, a loyal friend. A defect from birth, whoever gave it to him, Jamie could never find out. He wasn’t even sure if Jason knew himself. He was just born that way. Larger then average. It’s not like Jamie hasn’t been around people that size before… hell, he just spent the last Six months with Thugg.

 

The people leave, all but Jay Dawg and Molly. She gently places her hand on his shoulder, a tear dropping from her eye as JD coldly stares at the grave. She squeezes gently over the muscle and takes a few steps back, catching up with the crowd and begins to commiserate with many around. JD kneels down to one knee, not caring that his pant leg has been instantly soaked. He rests his eyes for one second, thinking of what to say.

 

“I miss you dude.” He says, some emotion turning up in his voice.

 

“Hey Jay… remember the time we got in a scrap with those high school kids. There were seven of them. Oh man we kicked the shit out of those potty mouth motherfuckers. Those were the days. I put him down, Jay. I put him down for good. I put everyone down Jay. All the motherfuckers paid. Molly and I are done, big guy. I’m sorry, I know I told you I was going to take care of her, but believe me, she can take care of herself. I have her back big guy, and you have my word, that nothing bad will happen on my watch. I just can’t be with her… I’m sorry… just not with her. It weakens me. I’m getting old dude. I don’t need to be weakened by love.”

 

JD takes another breath, really careful of his word choice.

 

“It’s not fair dude. You were 37. You had it all for you. You know how hard it was for me to go back, don’t you? They had somebody play me… you were still there… if only for a week. I couldn’t believe it, dude. Jason, you and I could have raised so much hell. It would have been the shit. Why did you have to fucking go. Why god dammit?”

 

JD grabs the top of the tomb, pulling himself up and lets his head hang down.

 

“Jason. You were the shit. You were my dawg. I’m going to miss you my friend. On Sunday though… this hurt I feel… well someone… let’s just say someone is going to pay dearly.”

 

“Good bye my friend.”

 

JD turns around, the weather calming down to mild drizzle. He doesn’t bother shaking off the wet, just lets it absorb into his suit and drip off him. He is finally greeted by Molly once more, as she unfolds an umbrella and sticks it over his head. He doesn’t bother to grab it, just looking forward, Molly holds it over his head.

 

“You alright?” She asks, concerned.

 

“I told him I was going to be the best.” He says, in response to Molly, but clearly talking to himself.

 

“I’m the hardcore king. I overtook Neilsen. I overtook Thugg. I’ve overtook everyone who’s stepped in my path… my path to be the best.”

 

JD finally turns to Molly, once more looking into her eyes, a tear drops down his cheek. “Molly. I’m going to be the best. One way or another. It’s my time now.”

 

He puts his arm around her, the first time he’s touched her in over four months. Still as soft as can be. He pulls her close, hugging her tightly and kisses the top of her head. They walk away, a cab waiting for them on the street corner. Molly enters with JD following shortly after. This cab is cleaner, the driver probably doesn’t smoke. He’s relieved as he drives in the cab with her by his side… relaxed. 10 minutes later… They pull up to Molly’s apartment and the cab driver gets a good tip. They stand on the street corner, and Molly makes the inevitable offer.

 

“You going to come up?”

 

“Nah… I better not.”

 

“Come on… I’ll do that thing you like.”

 

“…”

 

Molly’s tongue hangs out through her teeth as she giggles slightly, and for once, JD smiles genuinely. Needless to say… he’s very occupied for the next two hours.

 

…

 

3:00am

 

…

 

JD sits up off the bed, Molly lying next to him. He puts his pants back on, his shirt, and walks out the bedroom door. His shoes wait by the door and JD ties them up promptly.

 

“Jamie?” a tired moan by Molly from the bedroom. “Where you going?”

 

JD thinks for a second before replying.

 

“I’m just going to the bathroom hon. Go back to sleep.”

 

“Mmmm… ok.”

 

She goes to sleep, and the door closing that she hears is nothing to think of. She drifts off, smiling. JD walks out the front door and pauses, inhaling the cold air. It’s suddenly not so cold anymore, as he walks down the street. He continues walking, and does so the whole night.

 

 

The next day in Stubby’s office. A frustrated commissioner looks at his paperwork.

 

“Dammit, where is Jay Dawg. Did his flight not come in?”

 

 

 

 

End.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Holy shit, it's JDCast.

 

That was pretty cool. I'm probably one of maybe 2 or 3 people who remember who Jason is. Good stuff.

 

::jobs JD to Ced::

[Guest Divefire]

Well fuck...

 

That my boy, ruled.

 

I fear for Ced, I really, really do...

[Guest Kibagami]

Dude. I remember Jason Hughes. Trippy.

 

Awesome promo; a real departure from your usual backstage ass-kicking style. Nice to see.

 

::also jobs JD to Ced::

 

S.

[Guest chirs3]

I remember Hughes too... that wasn't really a year ago, was it?

 

How time flies.

 

*laughs at JD's jobbing to Ced*

 

But seriously forks, that was a good promo... from Jay Dawg... a good... Jay Dawg... promo... good... Jay... good... pro...

 

*kills self*

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

I-I...I...I'm Confus-confused...JD...JD wrote some-something...and, I...like...en-enjoyed it...I'm, but..it, like, can't happe--...

 

...

 

...

 

...

 

Bah.

*no-sells anyway*

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Oh do I remember Jason Hughes...and how I despised that fucker. It was more than a year ago...how do I know...because JD is undefeated against me. My first match was a double no show against Molock...second match I won by default over the same opponent. The next show...JAY DAWG! He was a jobber...big time jobber. I had a choice to make...write a viciously craptacular match and lose legit to JD...or no show and say JD beat me on default. Guess which one I chose. HEE HEE! No one knows this except Wilson, who sort of convinced me to no show as a legit loss to JD, despite the severe time constraint excuses, would be devastating to my career. Bet ya didn't know that JD, did ya? Probably a jack ass thing for me to do, but I was young and still a noob in the WF...not to mention that I was starting to truly believe all the hype about me...yeah, I'm an arrogant bastard. Anyway...in JD's winning match, that fucker Jason Hughes chokeslammed me to get the win for JD. And that son of a bitch has been ducking me every sense. So...serves him right, although, I'm considering digging him up just to give him a Thugg Passion to his impending life of eternal damnation. Or I can just lie and tell everyone I killed him for chokeslamming me! FUCKER! Although, I suppose it served me right for no-showing, even though I had NO time to write, I probabaly should have turned something in, no matter how crappy. Oh well...

 

::gets his shovel::

 

Da "ahhhh, the political game that is the SWF" H

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

I did know that you sloppy shit.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Shut up!

 

Da "damn jobbers" H

 

::goes back to holding JD down::