Promo: and now his journey is complete

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

January...

 

“Obey your master!”

 

Drazon stares angrily at the table and shot glass before him. His hands clasps the glass as he holds it parallel to his eyes, his pupils widen as he pierces them through the glass. The booze inside, a golden caramel color looks only to be whisky. Drazon slams it back and drops the glass onto the counter. He pulls out a wad of cash and drops it on the counter then gets up off his barstool. He looks around the bar, the bottles are smashed, tables are broken, and many men are lying on the floors. Drazon chuckles as he wipes the sweat off his brow and pulls out a dubie.

 

“Careful of the good times."

 

Drazon chuckles again following his comment then sparks up his dubie. Taking a moment to inhale, letting the fumes float around inside his brain, he exhales part of the smoke out of his nose, and the rest falls out in a puff. He steps out the door, letting them swing shut behind him. The vibrations of the door shutting causes part of the table inside the bar, fall on one of the unconscious victims.

 

90 minutes earlier.

 

The streets of Vancouver are crowded in this January day. The weather is foggy, the air ripe with the pollution of the downtown streets. Jamie Drazon walks down the street, pausing on the sidewalk, taking a moment to inhale the air. It’s good to be home. Wearing a black pair of jeans and an unbuttoned t-shirt. He takes a look at his watch, then up at the sky, determining if it’s early enough. Drazon takes a look two buildings down and reads the sign “Big Mike’s Bar and Girls” he shrugs his shoulders and heads in the bar’s direction. He grabs the handle of the door and pulls it open.

 

Upon opening the door, Drazon suddenly becomes alert. Remembering that his presence can’t draw much attention. Only three men appear at the stools of the bar, and the bartender in behind the counter. Drazon remains at the doorway, scanning his new environment. Two tables to his left, two to his right, four chairs to each one. A larger, round table in the corner, with two poles attached to the floor and the ceiling is in the corner. All are empty and is rather doubtful anyone is hiding. Finally he looks toward the bartender, his eyes closed.

 

“Hey. You open?”

 

The bartender gives a nod of the head, allowing JD to enter. He was a middle aged man, clearly had been doing his job in this area far too long. The age and negative vibes taking its overall toll on his body.

 

Drazon calmly walks forward, in between the two tables, and takes a seat at the counter in one of the stools. The bartender wipes down a mug while walking to the newcomer, not trying to recognize him as he drops his head down.

 

“What’ll you have, son?”

 

The comment aggravates JD enough to lift his head, letting the bartender know he’s a few years older then he’s supposed to be.

 

“Booze.”

 

“Gotta be a bit more specific then that, sir.”

 

Drazon nods his head, catching the bartender’s bit of courtesy.

 

“Well then gimme a Heineken and a shot of Crown.”

 

Drazon spins around so his back his to the counter and rests his elbows onto it. He doesn’t get long to search around the area before one of the three bar men comes to pester him.

 

“Hey. I know you. When did you get out?”

 

Drazon looks to his left, not reacting as the man finishes his sentence. The man was about JD’s age, a little taller, dressed fairly well, and clearly had a few too many drink. Drazon considers him harmless and offers him the seat next to him. The man takes a seat facing the counter. Drazon keeps his back to it.

 

“Been out for a month.” Drazon replies while spinning around, getting a good look at the other two men while he’s at it. “Who’s your friends?”

 

“Oh no worries Mr. Drazon. We aren’t here to fight.”

 

Drazon grins for a second before spinning around to face the counter and sit side to side with the man. Jamie rests his arms on the counters, not worried, however he is curious.

 

“So… how well known is it, that I well… was locked up.”

 

“Heh. Well most think you are still in your Grand Slam Bootcamp. However I guess that is over. I hear you signed another contract with the SWF. What makes you want to go back to them?”

 

The bartender opens the beer and passes the bottle to Drazon. He clasps the bottle and promptly takes a swig, letting the booze flow down his throat. “Great.” He thinks to himself. “They all thought I was training again. As if I needed to get into better shape or had money problems.” He smiles as he takes another drink of the beer. Letting the thoughts rest in his head and future ideas to be prevailed. He turns to the man, his smile intimidating but not threatening.

 

“You ever looked a tiger in the eyes? It ain’t pretty. With their awesome courage and power, they’re translucent pinpointing sights, the threatening growl has caused some to double over in a heart attack. I suppose that’s easier then being conscious as they can annihilate you at any time. But who wants to go out shitting their pants?” Drazon pauses for a moment, taking another sip of his beer as the man beside him tries to figure out what he’s talking about.

 

“You ever been scared for your life. The thought you weren’t going to make it. No matter what?”

 

“I think we all have.” The man remarks sympathetically. His two friends start to move closer to the counter, a little curious as to where JD is going as well.

 

“Well that’s sweet.” Drazon sarcastically retorts before continuing. “But the fact of the matter is. I haven’t been scared that my life was going to end. I don’t feel that fear! However I watched my life end! I watched myself not make it!”

 

Drazon slams the rest of the bottle down, polishing off even the rat piss before dropping it onto the counter.

 

“The SWF and my whole life! I destroyed it all! I went through months of hell. I had my greatest strengths taken from me! I had everything taken! But you know something. It was for the best! The Suicide King thoughts he was clever. He had me go out of action like it was my own voluntary decision. When I think about it... it was. My body is rejuvenated. My skills are refined. The demons in my system have been eliminated."

 

“Whoa man! Sorry to interrupt! But are you saying you left by choice when the Suicide King was still in charge!? Haven’t you heard the news, Mark Stevens is in charge!”

 

Drazon grabs his shot glass of Crown and downs it in a gulp. “Thank you.” Is all JD can reply for the local who just happens to point out the freaking obvious. He takes a look up at the bartender and points to the glass, getting it filled again.

 

“It was never about King or Mark. They had their own thing. It was never about anybody, really. I mean, it’s the SWF. I never gave a damn about the people, but I would use them to shoot myself higher. It was as if I had something to prove. Well you know something. My existence is my proof! I am the toughest motherfucker alive and you know something. You can’t hurt me!”

 

Drazon takes the second shot down in a gulp.

 

“I used to laugh because I feared the pain! Ha ha ha. Every fucking second of it. What kept me going was the fact I knew I could dish out just as much. And I did! Ha ha ha! I love to dish it out, but the beauty of it all is… I can take it all!” Drazon slams his fists into the bar counter, causing his recently poured shotglass to bounce into the air. Drazon catches it and downs his third shot. “Fists, kicks, chairs and chains! I can take it all!”

 

The men in the bar start to stand, taking a few steps back as they are sure Drazon is about to get rowdy.

 

“The hardcore legend! The lunatic with a bowling ball! The Bad Ass Shit Throwing Anal Ramming Drunk! I just don’t give a fuck! The SWF is mine for the taking!”

 

After his spiel, JD looks down to see his glass filled for the fourth time. He grabs the glass and takes his shot. Upon gulping it down, suddenly the bar doors fly open, revealing five pissed off bikers.

 

“Teddy! You owe us money!” yells the leading man, who is easily clearing 300 pounds and sporting a spiked leather jacket. The man sitting beside Drazon gulps down in fear while Drazon takes a seat next to him.

 

“You looks like you are in deep shite, mon ami.” Drazon chuckles as he calls on another Heineken. However the bartender is too scared to move as well. Drazon turns to look at the bikers with hints of anger being displayed. However instead he walks over to the pool table around the bar corner, staying out of the way, and grabbing three pool balls in the process. He drops the cueballs into a sock, then places them over the counter for the bartender.

 

The other four bikers charge forward, grabbing the two men who were chilling with Teddy and hold their arms restrictively. Drazon nods to the bartender who pulls the sock near the booze. He turns to the bikers as the leader comes face to face with Teddy.

 

“Well, do you have my funds?”

 

“N..n….n…no Pete. I’ve been working on this gambling bracket-OOOF!!” He is cut off by a punch to the ribs, taking all the air out of him.

 

“Hold it!” shouts Drazon, finally deciding to voice himself again. “This can’t happen here.”

 

The biker turns his head to JD as if to ask what is he gonna do about it. But the distraction is all that’s needed for the other two in custody, as they stomp and scrap their ways to freedom, breaking away and leaving the room spread out to 5 bikers, 3 bar regulars, JD and the bartender. One of the biker’s throws a random beer at the counter, letting it shatter and the beer itself soaking JD…

 

“Oh shit! That did not just happen!”

 

Drazon looks up pissed as all the men start brawling. One of the bikers runs to the counter for JD, but JD grabs his Heineken bottle and smashes it straight into his face! Drazon grabs the man by his pant waist and shirt and launches him over the bar. A biker and a regular, who have picked up pool cues, knock each other out by busting them over his head. The other regular, who was being double-teamed, is now left to a one-man assault as the other turns his attention to JD. The lead biker and Teddy are trading blows, well, the way America trades with Canada…

 

Drazon glares at the oncoming biker and thrusts his leg up with excessive force, driving his right leg into the jaw of the biker. The biker is lifted into the air from the powerful kick and loses consciousness before he even gets to land. Drazon turns to the bartender and hollers a request.

 

“Gimme a bottle!”

 

The bartender obliges and throws Drazon his bottle of Crown Royal. Drazon holds the 40 in his hand then shakes his head and throws it back at the bartender.

 

“Another one!”

 

The bartender throws him his cueballs in a sock instead. Drazon catches it and turns around to see the other half of the biker team coming for him, leaving the regular down for dead. However that proves unwise as the wounded regular springs from unconsciousness, if only to uppercut the biker with tremendous force into the family jewels! Drazon exhales, admitting even to himself that that was close. Finally the lead biker and Teddy are the only two left, with the biker doing good damage on the now defenseless Teddy.

 

“Think about this next time you owe us money!”

 

The biker gives one last stomp to Teddy, nearly caving in his entire chest. However as the biker turns around, he sees a sock with some heavy objects in it being swung like a one-handed baseball bat heading straight for his facial structure…

 

SMAAAAAAAAAASH

 

Instant blood, instant broken nose and eyes swollen shut. The biker drops to his knees, his face gushing with blood as Drazon stands above him, letting the bloody weapon hang in his hand.

 

“Consider the debt, paid.”

 

Drazon looks back to the bar, his victory shot for being the only one left standing awaits him at the counter.

 

 

“Careful of the good times."

 

 

Present Day

 

“Heh… the good times.” Drazon can only smile to himself as he lights his dubie. It's been a long journey back. But he's finally here. He's here, he's sharp, he's ready.

 

Closing in on Drazon's face, his grin begins to spread as looks at the papers in front of him. He takes another inhale as his satisfied expression doesn't wish to leave. It's the good times. Drazon relaxes and chuckles as he thinks about what he just read. He remembers the good times. He remembers the glory... but what he remembers most of all. His journey back to the SWF. That journey makes sense as he smiles... thinking of this weeks Smarkdown.

[Crowe 0]

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

 

I don't know why, but I liked this. It's got that drug-addled, alcoholic JD vibe to it and also gives everyone a look into how the character of JD is working nowadays. Plus... it tells me that JD is leaning towards babyface. Ooooooo.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

*re-reads promo... then reply*

 

 

Yeah... What he said!

[Toxxic 0]

Well, JD's use of the common full stop is enough to send me running in fear.

 

[Crowe 0]

More people should reply to this promo.