Post by JD Driftwood on Aug 30, 2023 5:03:47 GMT
“ HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I TIRED ABOUT HEARING POOR LITTLE CHILDREN AND THEIR PIECES OF SHIT WRESTLING DADDY! FUCK”
The disdain-filled rant is directly followed by the sound and foam of a cool can of Busch light opening. The camera panned away from the can and showed the larger picture. We’re in the ring that JD built, the one his father before him trained in, and on grounds in which ol’ Cutter rotted away at. Jd is sat directly in the middle in a steel folding chair, a case of beer at his side. He’s dressed in an off-white beastie boys shirt with the sleeves cut off and a few torn holes here and there, as well as a cut pair of black jorts.
Chugging down the beer and crushing it over his own forehead, JD was in his rhythm, doing the same shit he always did as he tossed it to the side, ran his hands down his beer, and looked the camera straight in the eye. There weren’t any frills, no fancy images or techniques, just a man in a ring that he once spilled blood in. - The moonlight gave everything an almost purple glow as the crickets chipped off in the distance.
“ You’d think this was the god damn Orphaned home for abandoned wrestling children, I swear to fucking god every time you put a motherfucker in front of me they got some beef with they daddy, or mommy or some fucking bullshit! And like I’m one to talk, I know - but god damn! Get your fucking shit together bitches, I’m a goddamn wrestler because I wanted to be! Not because my daddy willed it so, y’all following in footsteps of people who ain't gave a single shit about you is the most pathetic dogshit I ever done heard. And this stupid fuck, Paul Freedom or whatever! You may as well be a fucking minow being fed to a shark.
What happen to that first fuck? He bitch out and run away? Scared to get his fucking ass fucked by the goddamn baddest motherfucker walking this universe? Or did he just get the fucking nod that it wasn’t gonna be his night and step the fuck on like the rest of his bitch ass little buddies? See I’m gonna be straight up honest with you Paul, I’m sitting in this ring because I don’t give a fuck about you. Why show any motherfucking theatrics, why prove shit that's already been proven? Who the fuck are you to me! I’m JD motherfucking Driftwood! I done everything there is to god damn do in CULT! And now who the fuck are you? Just some lil pissboy they done locked me inside a cage with. Just some fucking dummy who's about to choke on his motherfucking teeth when I cave his fuckin’ skull in! “
Slurping down another beer and lighting up a Marlboro Red, JD sits back in the chair and crosses his legs, shaking his head a the camera as he looks almost dumbfounded.
“ Why the fuck they put you with me kid? Who the hell did you piss off to get put inside a steel god damn cage with a motherfucker like me? I’m already pissed off because I aint wearin’ no fancy fucking belt on my waist, but now they got me on TV like some sort of reality cunt, plugging my relationships or fuck all knows what people like Backass do. It just aint for me, you fuckin understand me kid? This whole fucking thing is a hard fucking dick in my face, and I aint too fucking pleased about it. See I been locked inside a fucking cage and had some hard motherfucker wave their cock in my direction, you know what I did to that little bitch, Paul? I broke it the fuck off and stomped his fuckin’ newly formed pussy in! And that’s what I’m gonna do to you too..
Gimmie all the fuckin’ weapons, gimmie all the god damn chaos, I don’t give a shit Paul! I don’t give as hit because I’m better than this, and the only reason why I’m still fuckin here is because I signed a contract with a big ass bonus, and if that means I gotta put pansy jobber fucks like you down? Then so be it? I’ll cash that fucking check then leave the shithole that is New Yorks toilet, better known as New Jersey, and be on my motherfucking way. But I ain't gonna be there a second too soon, I don’t need no lay of the land, because when it comes to breaking dumb cunts like you? Well I’m the best there is. Because you see I got the fucking technique, I don’t care how far you think you can stretch I’ma break your ass in the middle of that ring like a virgin at a gangbang, you gonna leave crippled boy… “
Flicking his cigarette, you can see his eyes goe past the camera for a moment, squinting with a certain pissed-off curiosity before looking back into the camera.
“ This ain’t a fucking game Paul, and I ain’t the one to be fucked with. If you belive in a high power, I suggest you reach out them on your hands and fucking knees and beg that I don’t leave you half a fucking retard! Because then who the fuck it matters who your daddy is or isn’t? The whole quest you on, which is oddly similar to JJ’s and a bunch of other motherfuckers is forfeit. The fuck is up with y’all not knowing your parents? Drama-ass motherfuckers. But pray Paul! Fucking pray! Because I ain’t gonna think twice of breaking your fucking neck and leaving you a worthless pile of piss pants fuck in the middle of that ring. In fact? I’d say the situation almost fucking demands it. So you better pray. Pray I give you fuckin mercy, bitch. “
Flicking his cigarette off out of frame, the camera begisn to pan back as headlights hit the ring, shinning an almost blinding light on JD as he squints and stands up from his chair. He grabs another beer before walking towards the ropes of the ring.
“ Fuck you want? “
The lights turn off, as the camera pans out enough to show that its police SUV that has pulled up to the property, not a new one though. One that looks like it hasn’t been updated since the 90s. A slightly chubby, yet short man steps out of the truck - his uniform fitting just a bit to tight as he rests one hand on his gun and his other on his belt.
“ Jesse Driftwood, ain’t it a fucking shock to see you out here trespassing. “
Scoffing, JD cracks open his beer and takes a sip before spitting some in the officers direction.
“ Aint trespassing no fucking place, this here my property. So you can move your Fat boy bacon cock on out of here. “
“ You know I heard, Cutter had died. Also heard you had something to do with it, Jesse. Surprised to see you here… Lingering on old memor-”
The officer gets smacked in the same of the head by a beer can.
“ I told you to suck my fuckin dick pig! “
“ GOD DAMNIT JESSE ALWAYS A FUCKING BULLY!”
The voice, you can see the brain cells in JD’s head start to work overtime as he calculates who exactly he’s talking to. Then a big ol shit-eating grin pulls apart his ginger beard.
“ Well hell, is that you Little Skeeter Peter? Smallest dick in all of Robert Lee Fulton High School? They gave your pussy ass a badge huh? Got tired of looking up skirts, and thought this would get you laid huh? Well, ain’t no poontang around here thumbtack, best be on your way! “
The cop laughs, taking a few steps forward, unsheathing a nightstick and running in across the ring mat a few inches away from JD’s feet.
“ It’s Officer Peter Skeet, Jesse. And you’d do best to remember that… You’re father sure did remember it, in fact me and him had a certain deal, one where he got to keep this piece of shit with no questions asked… As long as he paid up the uh, permits up front and in person… To myself. “
JD kicked the nightstick off of his ring, and spit at the feet of Peter.
“ Oh yeah? Was that before or after I splattered your teeth in this ring? What happen little dick? Didn’t have what it takes to be a wrestler? “
Peter climbs up to the ring, sloppily, looking like a fish out of water his body awkwardly hanging for a few seconds before he coddles the ropes and brings himself up to a standing position.
“ Wrestling is for inbred fucktards like you Jesse! Overgrown fucking apes who would rather break their back for nothing, than get a real workin’ job like I did! I have respect in this town! I command it! And if you wanna do anything around here it’ll go through me! “
Sucking in his teeth, JD looks Pete up and down before shrugging.
“ Oh I’ll go through you.”
And just like that he grabs Peter and hauls his ass into the ring - the hard way. He then begins to stomp and kick at the officer, who tries to go for his gun but JD hits a fucking stiff knee drop before deadlifting him up and powerbombing him in the middle of the ring. JD follows up the attack by stomping on the side of his head, really doing a number on Pete as his face starts to swell. With the officer now coughing up blood, Jd leans down and smacks his face before pointing at him.
“ Once a bitch! Always a little bitch! That badge aint fucking nothing pussy. “
JD grabs Pete by his uniform and lifts him up and over the ring, his body thumping on the hard dirt below.
“ GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY PIGGLY SMALL FUCK! RUN PIG! RUN! "
The camera slowly fades to black with JD opening up another can of beer, and continuing to taunt the beaten and bloodied officer, who didn't run... But just laid their, probably fucking dead.
The disdain-filled rant is directly followed by the sound and foam of a cool can of Busch light opening. The camera panned away from the can and showed the larger picture. We’re in the ring that JD built, the one his father before him trained in, and on grounds in which ol’ Cutter rotted away at. Jd is sat directly in the middle in a steel folding chair, a case of beer at his side. He’s dressed in an off-white beastie boys shirt with the sleeves cut off and a few torn holes here and there, as well as a cut pair of black jorts.
Chugging down the beer and crushing it over his own forehead, JD was in his rhythm, doing the same shit he always did as he tossed it to the side, ran his hands down his beer, and looked the camera straight in the eye. There weren’t any frills, no fancy images or techniques, just a man in a ring that he once spilled blood in. - The moonlight gave everything an almost purple glow as the crickets chipped off in the distance.
“ You’d think this was the god damn Orphaned home for abandoned wrestling children, I swear to fucking god every time you put a motherfucker in front of me they got some beef with they daddy, or mommy or some fucking bullshit! And like I’m one to talk, I know - but god damn! Get your fucking shit together bitches, I’m a goddamn wrestler because I wanted to be! Not because my daddy willed it so, y’all following in footsteps of people who ain't gave a single shit about you is the most pathetic dogshit I ever done heard. And this stupid fuck, Paul Freedom or whatever! You may as well be a fucking minow being fed to a shark.
What happen to that first fuck? He bitch out and run away? Scared to get his fucking ass fucked by the goddamn baddest motherfucker walking this universe? Or did he just get the fucking nod that it wasn’t gonna be his night and step the fuck on like the rest of his bitch ass little buddies? See I’m gonna be straight up honest with you Paul, I’m sitting in this ring because I don’t give a fuck about you. Why show any motherfucking theatrics, why prove shit that's already been proven? Who the fuck are you to me! I’m JD motherfucking Driftwood! I done everything there is to god damn do in CULT! And now who the fuck are you? Just some lil pissboy they done locked me inside a cage with. Just some fucking dummy who's about to choke on his motherfucking teeth when I cave his fuckin’ skull in! “
Slurping down another beer and lighting up a Marlboro Red, JD sits back in the chair and crosses his legs, shaking his head a the camera as he looks almost dumbfounded.
“ Why the fuck they put you with me kid? Who the hell did you piss off to get put inside a steel god damn cage with a motherfucker like me? I’m already pissed off because I aint wearin’ no fancy fucking belt on my waist, but now they got me on TV like some sort of reality cunt, plugging my relationships or fuck all knows what people like Backass do. It just aint for me, you fuckin understand me kid? This whole fucking thing is a hard fucking dick in my face, and I aint too fucking pleased about it. See I been locked inside a fucking cage and had some hard motherfucker wave their cock in my direction, you know what I did to that little bitch, Paul? I broke it the fuck off and stomped his fuckin’ newly formed pussy in! And that’s what I’m gonna do to you too..
Gimmie all the fuckin’ weapons, gimmie all the god damn chaos, I don’t give a shit Paul! I don’t give as hit because I’m better than this, and the only reason why I’m still fuckin here is because I signed a contract with a big ass bonus, and if that means I gotta put pansy jobber fucks like you down? Then so be it? I’ll cash that fucking check then leave the shithole that is New Yorks toilet, better known as New Jersey, and be on my motherfucking way. But I ain't gonna be there a second too soon, I don’t need no lay of the land, because when it comes to breaking dumb cunts like you? Well I’m the best there is. Because you see I got the fucking technique, I don’t care how far you think you can stretch I’ma break your ass in the middle of that ring like a virgin at a gangbang, you gonna leave crippled boy… “
Flicking his cigarette, you can see his eyes goe past the camera for a moment, squinting with a certain pissed-off curiosity before looking back into the camera.
“ This ain’t a fucking game Paul, and I ain’t the one to be fucked with. If you belive in a high power, I suggest you reach out them on your hands and fucking knees and beg that I don’t leave you half a fucking retard! Because then who the fuck it matters who your daddy is or isn’t? The whole quest you on, which is oddly similar to JJ’s and a bunch of other motherfuckers is forfeit. The fuck is up with y’all not knowing your parents? Drama-ass motherfuckers. But pray Paul! Fucking pray! Because I ain’t gonna think twice of breaking your fucking neck and leaving you a worthless pile of piss pants fuck in the middle of that ring. In fact? I’d say the situation almost fucking demands it. So you better pray. Pray I give you fuckin mercy, bitch. “
Flicking his cigarette off out of frame, the camera begisn to pan back as headlights hit the ring, shinning an almost blinding light on JD as he squints and stands up from his chair. He grabs another beer before walking towards the ropes of the ring.
“ Fuck you want? “
The lights turn off, as the camera pans out enough to show that its police SUV that has pulled up to the property, not a new one though. One that looks like it hasn’t been updated since the 90s. A slightly chubby, yet short man steps out of the truck - his uniform fitting just a bit to tight as he rests one hand on his gun and his other on his belt.
“ Jesse Driftwood, ain’t it a fucking shock to see you out here trespassing. “
Scoffing, JD cracks open his beer and takes a sip before spitting some in the officers direction.
“ Aint trespassing no fucking place, this here my property. So you can move your Fat boy bacon cock on out of here. “
“ You know I heard, Cutter had died. Also heard you had something to do with it, Jesse. Surprised to see you here… Lingering on old memor-”
The officer gets smacked in the same of the head by a beer can.
“ I told you to suck my fuckin dick pig! “
“ GOD DAMNIT JESSE ALWAYS A FUCKING BULLY!”
The voice, you can see the brain cells in JD’s head start to work overtime as he calculates who exactly he’s talking to. Then a big ol shit-eating grin pulls apart his ginger beard.
“ Well hell, is that you Little Skeeter Peter? Smallest dick in all of Robert Lee Fulton High School? They gave your pussy ass a badge huh? Got tired of looking up skirts, and thought this would get you laid huh? Well, ain’t no poontang around here thumbtack, best be on your way! “
The cop laughs, taking a few steps forward, unsheathing a nightstick and running in across the ring mat a few inches away from JD’s feet.
“ It’s Officer Peter Skeet, Jesse. And you’d do best to remember that… You’re father sure did remember it, in fact me and him had a certain deal, one where he got to keep this piece of shit with no questions asked… As long as he paid up the uh, permits up front and in person… To myself. “
JD kicked the nightstick off of his ring, and spit at the feet of Peter.
“ Oh yeah? Was that before or after I splattered your teeth in this ring? What happen little dick? Didn’t have what it takes to be a wrestler? “
Peter climbs up to the ring, sloppily, looking like a fish out of water his body awkwardly hanging for a few seconds before he coddles the ropes and brings himself up to a standing position.
“ Wrestling is for inbred fucktards like you Jesse! Overgrown fucking apes who would rather break their back for nothing, than get a real workin’ job like I did! I have respect in this town! I command it! And if you wanna do anything around here it’ll go through me! “
Sucking in his teeth, JD looks Pete up and down before shrugging.
“ Oh I’ll go through you.”
And just like that he grabs Peter and hauls his ass into the ring - the hard way. He then begins to stomp and kick at the officer, who tries to go for his gun but JD hits a fucking stiff knee drop before deadlifting him up and powerbombing him in the middle of the ring. JD follows up the attack by stomping on the side of his head, really doing a number on Pete as his face starts to swell. With the officer now coughing up blood, Jd leans down and smacks his face before pointing at him.
“ Once a bitch! Always a little bitch! That badge aint fucking nothing pussy. “
JD grabs Pete by his uniform and lifts him up and over the ring, his body thumping on the hard dirt below.
“ GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY PIGGLY SMALL FUCK! RUN PIG! RUN! "
The camera slowly fades to black with JD opening up another can of beer, and continuing to taunt the beaten and bloodied officer, who didn't run... But just laid their, probably fucking dead.