The man in black stood just beyond the tree line, on a hill that over looked Jason Cash's massive mansion. He stood about seven feet tall and wore a long black coat. He appeared to be built like a fucking house.

Jason was a newer member of Zero Tolerance Inc. He was a bit of a family man. He was a drink, but he was tough as nails. He was the lead security guy at the Zero Tolerance HQ. Erik had known the man for years and often thought about how hard things were with Jason around.

The bigger question was how did the man get there? That's anyone's guess. The neighborhood was walked off like a compound. I guess old people just dont like outsiders. But the man in black was there all the same. Why? Why was he there? That was a good question. After all, these types of things are never good.

Smoke rose from a cigar that hung loosely from a mouth that was stuck to a shadowed face. The sun was high enough in the sky to great a shadow over the man's face. He wore a large brim black hat that caused the shadow. His long, black coat hung nearly to the fallen leaves. His legs were like tree trunks.

Tho man was darkness....former member of zero tolerance and over all badass. He was thought dead. Erik had supposedly drowned the big man in Lake Erie years ago. He was quite surprised to find out that Darkness lived. That was weeks ago, however. Erik Black had been looking for the man since then. He was putting all of his contacts on the search. And he kept coming up empty.

Why was Darkness back? More importantly, why was he messing with Jason's family? Jason and Darkness had met a few times, but never really fought. Why now? Only Darkness himself could answer that.

Since it was nice and sunny out, Jason's daughter, Zoey, was in the backyard playing with their new dog. The dog was a massive English mastiff. He was huge, but he was a gentle giant.

Zoey spun around in circles, her long brown hair and purple dress flowing in the wind. She held a string with a blue dog toy tied to the end. The massive dog rang after the toy as it circled. Zoey was full of life.

From the tree line, Darkness watched. He waited. He watched. He appeared to be a predator watching his prey. He grinned as Jason's wife, Nicole, came out of the house. She blew bubbles in Zoey's direction. Nicole waddled over to where Zoey and the dog were playing. Nicole was very pregnant. She looked to be atlesst seven months along.

And Darkness grinned a big grin, his cigar nearly falling out of his mouth. He grabbed his camera and took a few pictures.

Meanwhile.....

"Sir, Your eleven o'clock is here.", Came the voice of Erik’s secretary

"Send him in." Erik said as he held his intercom button down.

The two massive oak doors swung open and a short, Chinese man wearing a black suit

Jason Cash, who had been sitting on a white leather couch in the corner, nearly spit out his beer when he saw the man. It was like looking at a toy to Jason. And it would cause most people to stare. This man was tiny. He looked like a Chinese vern Troyer. Jason nearly spit out his chew as he watched the little man waffle to Erik's desk.

"You gotta be damn it shittin me!", Jason said to himself as the small man finally got to the white leather chair that sat on the guest side of Erik Blacks desk. Jason helped the little man get on the chair by picking him up. This small man did not take kindly to the help.

"Dont touch me!", he said.

"Hell I didn't see no ladder and yo ass wasn't gettin up there by yerself.", Jason responded.

Erik stood up, bottoning suit jacket. He extended a hand as he walked around his desk.

"Mr Xiang. Thank you for coming by on such short notice. I hope your trip was pleasant.", Erik said as he gave a side glance to Jason.

Bojing Xiang was a Chinese official. He was part of the countries IT team. He was a wealthy and powerful man. He was not one to trifle with.

In China, the man was feared, even with his extremely small stature. He was head of the governments cyber security department, but he was also one to have entire families killed for sport. Today, he was meeting Erik about a piece of software.

A few months back, Erik managed to get a price of software from a man that went by the name Chris Harrold. Of course Erik Black killed Chris after our hillbilly hero beat the man to within an inch of his life. This software was revolutionary. It could encrypt anything. It would also let any hacker get into any computer in the world.

"It was quite nice. Long flight, but pleasurable.", said Mr. Xiang.

Jason was staring at the name with wide eyes as he took a drink of his beer. Erik noticed, but didn't say anything. Mr Xiang did, however.

“What are you staring at?"

Jason held his wide eyed gaze. "You...Are you. You a damn elf?", Jason asked with a grin.

"No. Im a little person."

"Aww..If you don't want the whole damn world ta know that elfs are real...My ass can keep that secret fer ya.", Jason said as serious as we've ever heard him. " Does that means there's a Santa? You tell that sumbitch I was good as hell that year his ass didn't bring me nothin.", Jason added.

Bojing Xiang was clearly getting quite annoyed. His face was turning red. His breathing was beginning to get heavy. His palms started to sweat.

Erik picked up on this. The tension in the room was quite heavy. "On to business then.", Erik said. "Mr Xiang..",Erik started to say. He was cut off by Jason Cash.

"Is the sumbitchin tooth fairy real too? Easter Bunny? I want ta damn it know!", Jason asked. He wasn't done yet. He stood up with a big smile across his bearded face. "You tell my ass, elf!".

"Jason.", Erik said flatly. Mr. Xiang is our guest.", Erik added. Jason sat back down. "His ass ain't my guest. Sumbitchin elf wont answer my ass.", Jason said with a sigh.

Erik returned to his seat, unbottoning his jacket as he did so. "Mr Xiang. Have you been able to review the capabilities of this piece of software?", Erik asked.

The Chinese man nodded. "I have".

Erik leaned back in his chair. " And what did you think? It's quite powerful.", He said. Mr. Xiang agreed. "Almost too hard to believe to tell you the truth. How do I know this actually works?", Xiang asked.
Erik smiled, his icy blue eyes twinkling like stars. "Are you still trying to find out who attacked your network last week?", Erik asked. Xiang nodded. "They left no traces. I dont think we will be able to do so, however."

Erik eyed the man. "Now you know it works.", Erik said flatly. Xiangs slanted eyes wide ed. " That was you?!", he asked.

And it was about that time when Jason, who was just sitting there wondering why the hell he was even at a meeting like this, cut in.

"Hold up. You mean ta damn it tell me...That yo ass some how er another...hacked into the sumbitchin north pole?", Jason asked.

“I am not a fucking elf!"

"Quiet down, elf. You get Santa's list? Cause my ass been good.", Jason said before spitting into his bottle. "That sumbitchin elf got a mouth on 'im dont he? Shit on a biscuit.", Jason added.

"I apologized for Jason here. He's had a bit too much to drink.", Erik said, trying to calm the situation.

Jason took offense. "I aint damn it drunk. You sittin there pretendin we aint got no sumbitchin elf in from of us.... Hell my ass wants ta know why Santa didnt damn it brang my ass nothin when I was nine. I was good as hell that year.", Jason said, still very serious.

He noticed that his beer was empty, so he got up to get another. Erik took this opportunity to finish the conversation.

As a test, yes that was us. We didnt take any information of course.", Erik said. Mr. Xiang thought for a minute. "We can't find an IP address from the attacker. And how did your software crack our passwords and firewalls?", Xiang asked.

Erik, who had his elbows on the table, leaned back in his chair. "It jams everything. It gives no IP because it doesn't need one. Normal password crackers can only go through a few million character sets per se on. This does that in the trillions. I've never seen anything like it.", Erik said flatly.

“And you aren't worried that we will use this against your government?", Xiang asked. Erik laughed. "I make my money either way, Mr. Xiang.", Erik said, laughing.

And why not? Erik Black didnt care about how his devices and systems would be used. He got money. He got power. That's all he wanted. Besides, he could always fix things the same way he broke them. Sell guns to one group. That group attacks a weaker group. Them sell to them. It's a never ending cycle.

“ You are dangerous man, Mr. Black. "

"So I've been told.", Erik answered.

Jason popped the top on a fresh beer and sat back down.

" So...Yo ass gone come out to the world? Tellem Santa Claus is real an shit?", Jason asks Xiang. The Chinese man sighed. "If you do not stop, I will have to take action.", said Xiang.

Jason started laughing. He damn near spit out his beer. "Yall really got like.. A elf special forces? Santa in trouble! Them hillbillies done shot up the reigndeers! Send in the elf brigade!", Jason laughed. He doubled over holding his stomache.

"Yo ass is a funny elf. Yall know 'at mess?", Jason asked. Xiang sat there, staring straight ahead. " For the last time, I am not an elf.", Xiang yelled.

Deep down inside, Erik found this just as funny as Jason did. He couldn't show it, however, due to this being a business meeting.

"Jason. I just got word that our beer truck just pulled up. Can you go check?", Erik asked. Jason quickly got up. "Hell yea! I knowed you'd see things my way.", Jason said with a smile before leaving.

Erik turned back to his guest with a bit of a smile across his face. He could see that his guest was beginning to calm down. He’d known that Jason Cash would cause a problem. After all, there wasn’t a time when Jason was sober.

Mr. Xiang smiled. “How much?.”

Erik was silent for a moment.

“One hundred million should do.”

Mr. Xiang though for a moment before putting his hand out to shake. Erik quickly grabbed it.

“If you’re as ruthless in the wrestling ring as you are out, you are a very scary man, Mr. Black.”

Erik nodded. “You have no idea.”

……………

Each and every one of you doubted me. You all stupidly thought of me as just another rookie. You all thought that I would be just another f. N. G. Fucking new guy. I warned you all that I was coming. I told you all that I could not be stopped…That Ricardo would be the first victim. I told you that he would be made an example of. I proved myself when I made him look like a fool. He had help, but still failed. That is simply due to the fact that I’m as advertised. I say I’m the most dangerous son of a bitch walking this dirty rock…and I prove it.

But that was last week. This week I have to deal with a hobo looking fool who seems to have some sort of dick fetish who appears to walk around with something shoved up his ass.

I am, of course, talking about Bearded War Pig.

BWP is your typical Marine. He was broken in basic training. He was made to be worthless…nothing…a shell of a man. After his mind was hollowed, he was talked up to believe that he is dangerous. He was made to believe that he could conquer any foe who crossed his path. He was lied to.

He was taught basic martial arts…Just enough to make a brainless idiot think he could succeed in hand to hand combat.

Of course it was all a lie. They don’t teach you how to succeed as an individual. No. They teach you to succeed as a unit but like to you about the single combat stuff. It’s truly a crock of bullshit.

Hmph. Marines. Always thinking of themselves as the baddest of the badest but much easier to take out due to the things I’ve said already.

Its truly laughable that Marines like BWP here think they’re the supreme fighters in this world when they can barely take a piss and breathe at the same time. It’s true. Bigly.

And his belt is on the line too? What joy this will bring. Of course I don’t need another championship to my name. Those things mean nothing to me. I truly do not care about titles. But I will be taking it. I will be leaving as the new XWF Television Champion.

BWP. I’m going to take your belt. But more importantly, I’m going to take your pride as a Marine. I’m going to prove to you that your entire adult life has been a lie. You’re still….nothing. Your true self is that man who was broken down in basic. You are no warrior full of fight. You’re no combat specialist. You’re a broken man who was told a lie so many times that you believe it to be true.

You’re no fighter. Not alone anyway. In war? Sure. You’re a badass who could kill hundreds as part of a unit. But alone? You’re just another Steven Segal. You’re just another joke of a man who likes to talk about his dick.

I would believe this is due to the lies you’ve been told all these years. After all. They made you think you’re unstoppable. They made you think that you could bring down mountains. The problem? It’s simple. You can’t.

This week you’re facing your worst nightmare. I’m the man with true combat skill. I’m the man who brings a symphony of violence you could only dream of.

Oh..My Symphony of Violence is truly something to behold. It’s an experience someone like yourself should feel honored to experience. It’s a nightmare you never thought possible. See you then!

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HEY LOOOK ARE ME I'S AND CUCKCOCK ALL DAYS DERRRRR HUH HUH HUH GKUG GLUG GIMME YOUR SPERM CELL!

My sig got edited to match my overly shitty behavior so now I can play tough guy asshole IC anywhere I go. Except at home where my mother will beat my o-ring to keep me in line.