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| My name is Fiscus, Not curtain jerker | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 18 2010, 07:31 AM (143 Views) | |
| "Psycho" Sam Attic | Feb 18 2010, 07:31 AM Post #1 |
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”Shut up!! I can’t hear the voices in my head!! I looked in the mirror and what did I see? A man that was ready to explode and it wasn’t by any chance that the final straw that made me want to explode stood across the room. No it wasn’t Frank Finch, who as always looked like he could take someone apart with ease and not even mess his hair up, it was the damn paper he held in his hands. The latest card for Overdrive. Let me stop here, I don’t want to explain it all right away, I need to show you how things started. Three days ago Stripper: So baby, tell me you want to take me to your room and let me do things that don’t even have a name. I looked at her and wondered where the hell she came from. Especially since she wasn’t the one I had been talking to when I first got to this place. This one was a blond and I had picked out a big titted redhead. Sam: The first thing you can do has a name, it’s called ‘go the f**k away’. Secondly, I want that redhead back over here. She had the nerve to look hurt, the only thing hurt with her was the chance to have a man like me. Every one knows, well the women do, that any Fiscus be it the big brother or the little, is more man than she can handle. That doesn’t stop them from trying. I want that red head. I watched as the blond wiggled away from me, she walked like she had a hemroid that was turned the wrong way. I waited, 1 minute, then 2, then 3, where is that redhead? I downed one drink and then a second and was nearly done with the third when the redhead came over to me, she had that tired look that said she was used. Weren’t all the strippers used anyway? But there was something about her that said she wanted to be used, and used in ways that wasn’t always good for her. Taking her in with my eyes, not beer goggles, I had to give her the famous smile. It never failed, she fell right into my lap, never asked for money and whispered she was mine. I do love being me. I stood up, she fell to the floor and I looked at her once more. I nodded to the door and she didn’t even get her coat, she headed to the door and waited for me like the good meat she was. I followed and she held the door open for me, I walked into the cool night air and headed to my limo, the driver held the door open and I got in, she followed and let’s say the limo has one hell of a set of shocks on it. I used her in each and every hole she had and in the end, she wanted more. I did to, just not from her. I had other things on my mind that is one curse of the Fiscus men, we can go all night long and still enjoy it all day long too. We are so beyond stud that they don’t have a word for it. I kicked her used up ass out and called the driver to get back in and take me away from this booty house. I wanted to get into something more fun. And fun it was. The driver knew of place out in the country, ugh, that some hid a gambling parlor, whatever the f**k that was, and he guaranteed that I would be able to win some cash there. So I let him take me away from this shit hole town to the farm, ranch or whatever they bothered to call it. Soon enough there was a decent sized house with a really huge barn behind it. I don’t know why they hid it other than it was illegal, but we drove around to the barn and the driver escorted me to the door. I was let in and sure as he had said, there were gaming tables all over. Poker, roulette, craps, you name it. So with a good relaxing f**k behind me, I was ready to take these suckers for all they were worth. I did it all wrong at roulette, lost about a grand, made some of it up on craps and went over my stake on blackjack. Then I went to the no limit poker. I watched enough on the shows they put on the idiot box to know the rough idea to play it. I must be a good study, wait, I know I am a quick study. I started by staying even, then lost a couple hands. A few back to back all in’s and I was ahead in the game. That was when the game became interesting. The table was mixed with men and women, one woman in particular caught my eye, I gave her the smile and she smiled back. Hmmm, she was sweet to look at. Her eyes where ice blue and her skin shone with that come f**k me and see how good it can be look. Her tits swelled up and nearly out of her top, no doubt to make the other men lose their minds while playing. That didn’t bother me any. She still had to contend with the sex magnet that I am. Slowly she ran out of chips while I gained even more. The others slowly fell out of the game and we began to draw a crowd, in fact it seemed we were the center of attention. She seemed nervous by the eyes on her, I love to be watched, and I am a Fiscus after all. One hand separated her from being broke and me owning all the chips which if I cashed out, would be about 25 grand. Not a bad night blowing money. Sam: Tell ya what sexy, one hand winner takes all. You win and you get all my chips. I win and I get you for as long as I like. And I don’t mean for a night, I mean till I say you can leave. Got the guts for it? I figured she would back down and throw in the game. I supposed I don’t have the experience my bro does, but she didn’t even bat an eye. She agreed and we let the dealer toss the cards out in front of us. One catch, all cards were face up. There would be no hidden cards, no bets, and no bluffs. Whatever came out before us was what it was. I watched with amusement in my eyes, she watched nervously. Sam – 10,10 – 6,3,8 – 6 – Her -- J ,J ----6,3,8 – 6 – I looked at her with a smile, was she about to get lucky? Or was I? We both looked to the dealer who had paused to make sure we wanted to see the last card. We both nodded. He burned the top card and slowly tossed the last card out. It seemed like slow motion till he landed on the table. 10 A loud cheer went up mostly from the men as well as a few women. My opponent looked at me and smiled. Not a fake smile, but a real smile. I smiled back with my best I liked the little game of risk. She stood and walked around the table and leaned over so she was looking eye to eye with me. Smiling still she said but a few things. “My name is Simone, yeah sue my parents for naming a farm girl like that. But fair is fair, where are we going?” Yeah I won. I always do. She waited as I stood up and let the dealer count out my chips, she slipped her arm around my waist and yeah she liked my ass cause she had no problem grabbing a handful. I did the same to her and she smiled even more. I do think this little farm girl likes to be handled. I got the slip and went to the window and was rewarded with not only the hottest piece I had seen in a long time, but a little over 28 grand, so sue me, my math on the fly is not my strong suit. We headed towards the door and she stopped long enough to get her jacket, I watched her and it never occurred to me how tight some jeans were till I looked at what she packed in hers. Damn she was loaded. We walked out and it was still dark, it didn’t even cross my mind a full day had passed and it was now only a day away from Overdrive. Time flies when the fun is never ending. I looked for my driver and he walked up looking like he needed sleep, I did too, but it wasn’t gonna happen just yet, I had a hot thing on my arm and I wanted her to be boiling hot by the time I finished with her. And she did. She screamed my name over and over, I got tired of hearing it after a while, but damn she knew how to use that ass of hers. I think it may be a long time before she is told to leave. She had already told me she didn’t want to leave, maybe it was me, maybe it was the money, who cared, I could keep her either way. At least till I got tired of her. Some things like this moment aren’t taught, they are in the genetics of the family, so I am that damn good. I couldn’t sleep I needed to, but it wouldn’t come to me. She was out like a light, her sexy body barely hidden by the sheet, damn I got to watch myself with this one. She could make me forget there are more hoes out there waiting for me. I heard a knock on the door, the do not disturb sign apparently didn’t work. I threw my jeans on and walked to the door, I gripped the knob and turned it. I opened the door in a way that would make sure I let whomever it was out there in the hall that I didn’t appreciate the bother. The movement was wasted. It was Frank Finch, right hand man to my bro and now I guess me as well. Something I hadn’t counted on. He walked right on in and sat down. He never said a word and reached into his pocket and pulled out the card. Oh man I really must have lost track of time since I hadn’t even bothered to look at it. Taking it from him, I opened the paper and looked at where I should be on the card. I looked again and one more time before I found it. Sam: WHAT THE f**k IS THIS!!??!! Frank stood up and merely shrugged. Frank: Don’t ask me Matt. Alan wanted me to make sure you knew what was going on. I did that. Now I’m going. Dammit, I hate when this happens, I can hear the voices raising hell in my head. I grab my hair and pull, the card list falling to the floor. Frank turned to watch me, I do remember that much. Sam: THIRD MATCH!! THIRD MATCH!!??? I AM A MAIN EVENTER!! WHAT IN HELL ARE THEY DOING??? DON’T THEY KNOW THAT I AM THE MAN NOW? ALAN IS TOPS BUT I AM THE NEW BLOOD SUPERSTAR!!! I DESERVE A CO MAIN EVENT WITH MY BRO!!! WHAT THE f**k IS THEIR PROBLEM??? I looked at Frank, he didn’t budge, merely looked at me with eyes that showed no emotion. I grabbed the nearest thing I could and threw it, a chair slammed into the wall, I lost track after that, I don’t know what I threw or what I did. All I remember is that Frank was holding me in a rear choke position without my choking, in other words he held me down. I was panting, which meant I had done it again. I lost my damn mind and didn’t even know it, I mean come on, how can someone do that? Then again, I am no ordinary someone. I waited, Frank let me go and stood up. He headed to the door and looked at me as he straightened his suit. He once more held that damn card for Overdrive. Which brings me back to the mirror. Now you are up to speed. I, on the other hand, wasn’t in a frame of mind to be reminded, yet there was that card again. Sam: I’m ok now Frank. Tell Alan I’ll be ready for this match, but I hope to hell they have medics around when I’m done. They want to put me in a f**kin curtain jerker match? Then I will make them sorry they ever thought to do it. This Misfit shitwad will suffer like he has never felt pain. I will make the bitch cry before its over. You hear me Frank? Tell big bro that they have made me like him already. I will unleash the Fiscus fury on this nobody. I heard the door shut behind me. I didn’t really want to look at the damage I did to the room, but like a morbid curiosity, I looked. It was wrecked. Pictures on the floor, the table broke and somehow I embedded a chair legs first into the wall. You could have sat in it if you were able to walk on walls. Well I guess it was a good thing I won all that money. Simone had come out of the bed room with sleepy eyes, she looked at the room and a hand went to her mouth. She had to have been exhausted to not have heard or reacted to the damage I caused. Simone: Sam? What happened. Who broke in? Are you ok? I told her what happened. She looked at me like all the others when I mentioned I lose it like this sometimes. But she also surprised me, she came over to the couch where I had settled as we talked. She curled up beside me and pulled my head to her bare chest. I wasn’t even turned on because I was still seething inside, yet it did matter that she was able to do this even though she was trembling slightly. Sam: See how it is to be around me? I am not like others, I am not always sane. I’m not crazy, I am just not right at times. You can leave if you want, I liked our time in the bed, but I wouldn’t stop you if you left. I waited for her to jump up and run, instead she caressed my hair and let me stay against her. She still trembled slightly, but it didn’t matter. Simone: I don’t think I want to leave Sam. I kinda like you like this, makes me needed somehow, I’m not sure how that is, but it does. So I will tell you when I want to leave. I realized this must be how its like with Alan and his woman, that mutual want to be together. I wouldn’t fight it. Sam: They signed that Misfits death warrant. I am going to do whatever I need to do. I will destroy him in anyway I can. It isn’t about win and loss. Its about the fact that “I AM A MAIN EVENT STAR!” I was main event first card I was here and now this? What do they want from me? Do they really think I need to prove myself? I did that, that’s what got me signed here. I am a Fiscus, I don’t prove myself to any one. I am already the best just because of who I am. You know that right? You understand that right? She didn’t do anything but raise my head up to look her in the eyes. Simone: Yeah Sam. You are that great. I know that, make them know that. Sam: Don’t patronize me. She smiled and kissed me softly. Simone: I don’t patronize. I tell the truth. Look Sam. I knew who you were, I had seen you back in the other place and knew then I wanted to be with you. So you see I do tell the truth. So with that in mind, I want you to take this jobber you have to face and beat him worse than any man ever will. Own his ass and when you do, beat him some more. Now there is one more thing you need to do. I looked at her as my fingers trailed over her shoulders. Sam: What’s that one thing? She smiled and pulled my hands to her breasts. Simone: Wear me out again. Like she had to ask twice. |
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