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*sing along* At the C..O..V..E..Y
Topic Started: Sep 16 2010, 09:52 PM (152 Views)
"Psycho" Sam Attic
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Ever heard it isn’t wise to mess with a mad bull?



“Alright Mayhem, get in there and make nice. We picked a special cell for bad asses like you.”

Jakob looked into the cell as they removed the cuffs. His arms weren’t small and they had to link two sets of cuffs together to keep him shackled. Several men looked back at him. None of them looked bright enough to figure out how to screw a light bulb in a socket much less do anything other than drag their knuckles when they walked by.

He looked at each one, one tall one that was near his height, several medium heights and one that looked like he was a runt of this inbred litter. All looked like they were scum, drunks, bar fighters or anything that fell into the dregs of societies inane sense of labels.

The metal door swung open and he walked in rubbing his wrists as his new playmates stood and formed a semi circle around him. A smile spread slowly on his face as he looked to each of them. Making eye contact in some animals is considered a sign of aggression. He met each of them in the eye.

He held one hand up in a wait a minute motion. Looking around he spied what he was searching for. Walking over to the corner of the cell, he flipped a bird at the lens and reached up and yanked the camera down and out. Now no one could see what was about to happen inside the closed little box. To bad, it would probably make someone’s day. Then again there could be lunches on the floor too.


<><><> Several hours later <><><>


Tim: “Yes Ms Baines…. Yes, Ms Baines….. YES!! …..Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell but you aren’t giving me a chance to say anything. If you will give me a chance I can tell you how this is going down …. Ok?”

He held the phone from his ear. Bad enough talking to Derek or Sledge lately was like listening to a clap of thunder in his ear, now she sounded like a screech owl.

Tim: “Now then, I have talked to the magistrate and Covey has already been at trial and the charges were dropped…. Yes I heard you were there and that you got him out of town. That’s why I am here now to get Jakob out. They won’t meet before Overdrive. Now, as I was trying to say, I was able to explain how the whole thing was staged …. YES!!!.... I mean yes, I know it was real. But they don’t need to know that. Anyways, they dropped the charge after I was able to persuade them that it was a show and that since it created a stir as it was intended to do, that we could donate funds to whatever charity they wanted in order to show we meant no harm. They accepted. No….. it wasn’t a bribe, it was an honest donation and leave it at that. Now, I am here at the jail and they are going to get him out and bring him to me so I can get him out of town fast. I take it that this is satisfactory for you? …. Good, pleasure to hear your sweet voice again. Goodbye Ms Baines.”

He closed his phone a muttered “Bitch” under his breath as the sgt on duty suddenly looked at him then back at the officer that had just whispered in his ear. The Sgt, blanched, yes blanched, at whatever he had been told.

“Mr. McFarlane? I need you to come with me please. It seems ….”

And there was that pause and sick to his stomach look.

“that your client, he umm, well I think you need to see it for yourself.”

He turned and led the small group that had started forming upon the whispers of what had happened, down the small hallway and into an adjoining hall. Finally reaching what to be the largest cell in the place or at least seemed as if it should be. Slowly the Sgt, stepped to the front of the little group and opened the door. The sight was something to behold.

Looking through the door, to the left, a man hung from the wall, he was bent in half so that he was curved, arms out to reach to the toes. Next to him was a man that was bent at the waist with his hands and feet hanging down, one of his legs bent at a wrong angle at the knee, the foot of that leg tied to the elbows of the arms. Next and at the corner of the cell so that it was placed with a mans head in the corner near the ceiling, he hung at a forty five degree angle. Joining this one was a man coming at a forty five degree angle towards the other man so that their feet touched. Then it got interesting. Next to that display, one of the other cell mates was mounted on the wall so that he looked like he was doing set ups. His arms outstretched like he was going to touch his toes, making a ‘c’ shape. But the smallest man had been placed under him, one of his feet apparently shoved someplace it wasn’t mean to be so they were connected and now formed a shape like an ‘E’. Last part of this was on the last wall to the right. One of the last jail buddies had been tied by his wrists to something on the ceiling, his legs brought up so that he formed a ‘V” shape. But the best part was the man that was apparently tied face first in the crotch of the hanging man so his body hung straight down.

Tim: “Holy Shit. Jakob what did you do?”

Jakob had been sitting on the last remaining bunk. He looked at Tim and gave him that smile that says I did this but I won’t admit it.

“Not at thing. They wanted to play a little game of who is the man with a harem. I played their game and they lost. At least that’s what it looks like to me.”

The Sgt looked and seemed to be thinking.

“There is one man missing. Where is he?”

Tim never skipped a beat.

“Sgt. Since this is apparently self inflicted by these gentlemen, and since the charges against my client have been dropped, I would say its ok for him to leave. Correct?”

The Sgt looked in the cell and then at Jakob then to Tim.

“Yeah, but I know he did this. I will prove it too.”

Tim shrugged and motioned for Jakob to exit the cell. When Jakob walked out the mattress he had been sitting on moved. Tim pulled at Jakob and hurried him down the hall.

“Holy mother Mary, someone get him out of that mattress carefully …… OH GOD GET A DOCTOR THIS MAN HAS A CAMERA IN HIS ASS!!!”

Tim heard it all and he rushed faster with Jakob who was laughing softly. They burst out the front doors and nearly ran over a couple officers that were going in. The limo Tim had gotten, and charged to the company, was waiting. As they shut the door, the Sgt came out and was livid with rage, he started pointing at the car as they drove away.

<><> At the Airport <><>

The small plane held Tim, Jakob, Ezra and a couple suits that were no doubt brought in by Tim. They took off and it was quiet till Jakob started laughing again.

“Jakob, what possessed you to do that?”

Jakob stopped laughing and looked at Tim with that cold stare of his. The one devoid of any emotion at all.

“Which that?”

Tim sighed and rubbed his eyes before looking back at him. He ignored the snicker that Ezra let out.

“Lets start with the gun that.”

Jakob looked at Ezra like he couldn’t believe Tim was asking such a stupid question.

“Covey started that. HE is the one that attacked me, I wasn’t there to fight, at least not right then. But he pulled the damn gun out, he decided to hit me with it. I can understand that. But what he didn’t understand is that while he thinks he is the epitome of bad ass, I am the epitome of don’t give a fuck. He thinks a gun scares me? He didn’t have the balls to pull it out and use it for what it’s meant. It’s a killing tool. I showed him and the world that while I don’t advertise the things I do, I don’t mind doing the things others won’t do. Ask Derek. He knows how far I will go to get what I want. Hell he broke Ezra’s arm. Do you see either of us crying about it? Its part of the battle to win the war. A war he escalated by pulling a gun. Tim, you better make nice with Derek and Sledge, chances are when this next match is over, and I will be in jail for murder. I am going to do whatever it takes to show who the real man here is. Not Covey, nor Derek, not Krew, not even Sledge. I am the man.”

Tim looked pale, somehow the tone that Jakob used, the look that he had on his face and the fact that he beat the hell out of Tim once upon a time made him that way. He knew Jakob would do what he said if it was at all possible.

“What about in the cell? Everyone knows you did that, but they can’t prove it.”

Jakob merely shrugged at that one.

“Seems some good old boys thought a Yank would be good amusement while they waited to get out. Seems to me they found out wrong. You like what I did? Get the message yet? Think Tim old buddy, what did I do in there?”

Tim sat and seemed to be lost in thought then he had a look that said sudden revelation.

“oh God Jakob. You used those men for a message? Or to be a monster?”

Jakob smiled and started laughing.

“The shapes spelled C O V E Y!!!!”

“I AM A FUCKIN MONSTER!!!! DON’T YOU GET IT YET TIM??!!!??!! I did that to make the world take notice. Yes I beat the hell out of those men, yes I tied them like that and trust me you don’t want to know what I had to use. And yes I shoved the camera in the ass of the dickhead that I put insidethe mattress. How could you now know that I wouldn’t make nice in a cell with others? I am the man to be feared, like Derek and Covey will soon see. I had this in mind all along. I baited them every chance I got. I played them like a two dollar whore. I led them down the path to their own ruination. Can’t anyone see me for what I am? I stay calm, but under it all, there is a constant struggle to cut loose on everyone. Well guess what Timmy? I am not going to keep that calm anymore!!! I am going to turn it all loose and if anyone survives it then good for them. If they don’t then I will send flowers. I am tired of being looked at as a nothing. I am the one that made Buzzsaw, I am the one that elevated Covey from a trivia question to something that matters. I am the one that made the worlds say that the Ultra Violent belt means something. They owe me Tim. They owe me for making the fans stand up and scream in delight at the carnage that only I can cause. Yes Tim, I will and would have put a bullet or ten in Coveys head. Yes I will try to kill them both. Yes I will throw the UV title in the trash on the way out. I don’t want the goddamn title. I want blood, theirs mine or a fans it don’t matter to me at all. I want to make them scream in agony. The match on the scaffold was nothing to what this one will be. Time is running out Tim, yours, mine, theirs. All of it. Time to man up or nut up and I don’t see but one man walking into and out of that cage. You’re looking at him.”

He didn’t wait for Tim to say anything, he walked to the last row of seats, punched one and sat down. Ezra laughed and gave the cut throat sign with his good arm.

“Damn Tim. Seems he is a little pissed. Just wait till he gets mad.”

The way it was said gave no doubt that it meant things were about to get way out of control. Tim couldn’t help but think he was about to lose a big part of his clientele.






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