Threaded Mode | Linear Mode

Felix Jones · **04-30-2020, 09:56 PM**

I wanted to kill them, I wanted to shoot both Peter Gilmour and the pale red headed fucker. My rage was about to come out, all because Peter can't give one simple fucking answer. I even told him we could fight after War Games, but of course that was too much for him. His brain had to be small, small as a Stegosaurus's brain. It was the size of a walnut but you know what? Saying that is an insult to every single Stegosaurus that ever walked this Earth, no. Peter Gilmour's brain was smaller than a walnut. It had to be or why else couldn't he answer my question. Did I not talk slow enough? Did I use too big of words? Did the mother fucker even speak English? I don't know, but my anger just kept building up and up and up and up. It soon hit it's peak when the Hawthorne Heights looking son of a bitch attempted to talk trash and tempt me to take the tag match, yeah. I knew what he was trying to do. I wasn't born yesterday. That wasn't sending me into a rage, no. It was the fact he was speaking at all. This space fucker doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. How in the Hell does anyone deal with this person? I could shoot them right now, all it would take is a flick of my wrist and I could give them a dose of lead poisoning right between their eyes, they wouldn't see it coming. I could it right now, it was so tempting too but I knew that wouldn't end good for. First, I was damn sure my boss Vincent"Loverboy"Lane wouldn't be happy about it, no matter how annoying these two were and second, I would end up going to jail for murder, which would be ironic since I'm a bounty hunter. I need to calm down, I need to get cool back.

I reached into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes and took one out, I placed it between my lips and lit the end up with my lighter. Looking up to the Heavens I tried to calm my mind, to make my anger subside from boiling over, but then another voice came from outta nowhere, it was that Red-X fucker. Great, now it's The Three Stooges standing in front of me. Nope, nope nope, fuck this. I need settle down and there was only one way to do it. I took another drag from my cig as I took out my cellphone and started to look up for a song on YouTube. Fun fact, I was on the Varsity dance team in high school, I honestly just join to be around the smoking hot ladies but ended up enjoying myself. There were only two guys on the team, I being one of them and the other guy was gay, so all the women were mine for the picking. Cheerleaders were trashy, the dance girls were classy.

I remembered a song we used in one of our dance routines, in fact it was the song that won us the State championship. It was "This Is How We Do It" by Montell Jordan. I found the song and took one last puff from my cigarette before tossing it away, looked at the three of the idiots and flashed them a shit eating grin, then hit play.

The song began to play, as I remembered my time back on the dance team, I started tapping my foot to the beat of the song, soon all those memories from back in the day came flooding back, the rhyme from my foot made it's way up my leg and sure enough I started to dance like the had no care in the world.

I gave no fucks about these three, I didn't care that I was dancing, fuck them. I wasn't going to let them piss me off to the point that I wanted to shoot them. Anger is truly a killer. It makes you not think straight, thus dumb decisions come from it. So I was going to dance my rage and anger way.

The vexation was going away and out of my mind and body, I was becoming peaceful as kept moving and dancing around. In fact it was leaving so fast I was smiling as I shut my eyes and completely forgot about the three and all I could hear was the song. This feels great. I don't like to being mad. Life is too short to be angry and pissed off all the time. I think I'm gonna go to the club tonight and dance all night but then again I am the Xtreme champion and I would have to keep a look out for anybody trying to come and pin me. Ah fuck it. That's not going to stop me from having a good time. Oh! The song is about to end. Which means one thing, time to moonwalk.

The song was over and all the irritation and displeasure had left and I was at peace and centered. I had to catch my breath, it's been years since I've danced like that. Fuck me, maybe I should quit smoking cigarettes, naaaaah, I enjoy smoking. I lit up another cig and looked at the fools with a smile.

"Alright Mr.Cut my wrist and black my eyes"I said looking at Azrael then looked at Peter"And you Mr. Super small dick. I don't care anymore if you both want to get your asses kicked, that's fine by me. It will just prove that I'm better than both of you and Gilmour is a little bitch who needs to have his hand held like a little kid by their mommy. Even if I don't find a partner, I'll still whoop you both. First Savage after War Games, you're on. Come Hell or high water. You two will meet me in that ring or forever be labeled as cowards. I'm going to dance some more. See you fuckers at War Games, pray that you don't face me or that I'm on your team."

With that I walked away but not before looking at Red-X and flipping him the bird. That son of a whore shouldn't have said a single fucking word.

Threaded Mode \| Linear Mode Important! Peter"The man baby bitch boy"Gilmour
Author	Message