09-22-2013, 12:10 PM
*Almost with out hestitation Peter Gilmour charges at the guy that was obviously as racist. It was a family affair. LJ Havok just couldn't figure out how a racist got into his apartment undetected. But he thought to himself: "Well it wasn't like he was wearing a sign that said 'beat the shit out of me. I'm a racist'...Havok's train of thought is broken off by the racist guy.*
:::Bald guy:::
I wouldn't do that. Last week when you were in Mississippi, you pissed a lot of people off. People are very disappointed that "Da Preacher" Lee Jameson no longer exists. That guy woulda put a bullet in that fat fuckers head. Word on the street is you pussied out. And now that fat fuck is sittin behind bars talkin to police officers. He's a snitch. And he will get out if he drops enough names. Why don't you think, Lee? You shoulda killed him. So now this is known as 'street justice'.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Aren't you worried about the fact that you are outnumbered. Havok and I eat people like you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
:::Bald guy:::
Oh I don't doubt that at all, fat boy. It's just you probably literally eat them. But I'm not worried about ya'll beatin me up. Ya'll are just wrestlers.
:::LJ Havok:::
The obviously you do not know us very well.
:::Bald guy:::
Rest assured, I know ya'll fellas just fine.. Boys.
*Two more guys come to the kitchen from different areas of the apartment. LJ Havok looks at Gilmour with a smirk on his face.*
:::LJ Havok::::
Might as well be the Ginyu Force. Am I right?
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Yeah, might as well be. We got this.
*The three guys one was bald (as we know), one was fat, and the other was skinny wearing a bandanna. The bald guy charges at Gilmour and he throws the guy over the counter that Andre was laying on and the guy crashes into the floor with a thud. The other two went after Havok. and were on him until Gilmour took the smaller of the two and threw him into the refridgerator. By this time the bald guy had already gotten up and went for Gilmour's legs. Gilmour went down. Then the bald guy turned his attention to the fat guy and Havok who were now duking it out in the living room. The skinny guy soon follows. All three of them start pummeling him with kicks and punches. The fat guy and the skinny guy pick up Havok and hold him and the bald guy smacks him in the face. The bald guy pulls a moderately sized knife from his pocket and holds it up.*
:::Bald guy:::
I told you. You smug motherfucker. You will pay for everything you have done from the point you were born till this very moment. Any final words?...no okay.
*The bald guy puts the knife to Havok's throat. Cam Lang comes rushing through the living room wearing only boxers with a vase in his hand. He jumps off of a chair and smashes the vase on the bald guy's head and he drops on the spot. The skinny lets go of Havok and goes after Cam. Havok punches the fat guy in the mouth. And throws him into the coffee table. Cam knocks the skinny guy down and the guy scoots back till he is in the kitchen once again and pulls a gun out of his jacket.
:::Skinny guy:::
You stupid mother fucker. It would laugh at the circumstances, but both of you are so stupid that it laughs at itself..
*While he is talking Peter Gilmour is walking up behind him. The guy gets up and walks backwards towards the door still pointing the gun at Cam and Havok. Gilmour taps the guy on the shoulder. The skinny guys turns around without thinking, and Gilmour grabs the arm that held the gun and snaps it over his knee. The gun falls to the floor, and Gilmour grabs the skinny guy by his head and slams it through the wall. They guy falls out. Then all collectively grab each body, tie them together, and they sit them out in the middle of the hallway of the apartment complex. After that is done they walk back into the kitchen Gilmour looks at Havok*
:::Peter Gilmour:::
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
:::LJ Havok:::
Paying for that wall you just broke.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Uh. No. If I hadn't done that, you two fuckers would be dead.
:::LJ Havok:::
Just kidding. Other than my deposit, I don't give a shit.
:::Cam Lang:::
So should we call the cops?
*LJ Havok looks think he is thinking hard about it at first and then the cobwebs seem to clearing.*
:::LJ Havok:::
It won't matter. They have to go to the hospital before the fuck with us again, and I'm not about to snitch on someone. Also, I'm still kind of drunk. So authorities won't believe my story anyways.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
He makes a good point, Cam.
:::LJ Havok:::
So I guess we all just go about our business..drink and party it up. Big week coming up! Let's celebrate that shit! First we need to pick up all the broken glass.
*Cam Lang smiles and turns to head back towards Havok's room and then he turns around.*
:::Cam Lang:::
Fuck that shit. I'm gonna get me some! Peace fuckers.
*He turns back around and walks into the bedroom and slams the door.*
:::LJ Havok:::
That little fucker..
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Sure he's a dick, but if it had not been for him you would've had your fucking throat slit. Meaning ER is for inside and outside of the ring to him.
:::LJ Havok:::
You're right. (laughs) And by the way sorry that the first time hanging with us almost got you killed.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
I actually found it fun. I hope they come back.
:::LJ Havok:::
You're a sick bastard.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
But that's why you guys recruited me.. And..
*Before Gilmour can finish his sentence there is a loud crash in the kitchen near the counter. They walk on the otherside of the counter and Andre is laying face first on the ground out cold.*
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Should we leave him there?
:::LJ Havok:::
Yeah. It can't hurt.
*The night finished out when Cam and the girl came out of the bedroom and hour later. The girl left. Then the three guys just sat around talking about music. Until the very last song of the night played "Sleep With One Eye Open" by Bring Me The Horizon. Following that song everyone had sobered up and left the apartment except for LJ Havok..well and Andre Chambers who was now napping in the bathroom next to the toilet. LJ Havok knew the Extreme Revolution had his back in a fight. He just hoped the week they proved their dominance to the whole XWF.*
:::Bald guy:::
I wouldn't do that. Last week when you were in Mississippi, you pissed a lot of people off. People are very disappointed that "Da Preacher" Lee Jameson no longer exists. That guy woulda put a bullet in that fat fuckers head. Word on the street is you pussied out. And now that fat fuck is sittin behind bars talkin to police officers. He's a snitch. And he will get out if he drops enough names. Why don't you think, Lee? You shoulda killed him. So now this is known as 'street justice'.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Aren't you worried about the fact that you are outnumbered. Havok and I eat people like you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
:::Bald guy:::
Oh I don't doubt that at all, fat boy. It's just you probably literally eat them. But I'm not worried about ya'll beatin me up. Ya'll are just wrestlers.
:::LJ Havok:::
The obviously you do not know us very well.
:::Bald guy:::
Rest assured, I know ya'll fellas just fine.. Boys.
*Two more guys come to the kitchen from different areas of the apartment. LJ Havok looks at Gilmour with a smirk on his face.*
:::LJ Havok::::
Might as well be the Ginyu Force. Am I right?
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Yeah, might as well be. We got this.
*The three guys one was bald (as we know), one was fat, and the other was skinny wearing a bandanna. The bald guy charges at Gilmour and he throws the guy over the counter that Andre was laying on and the guy crashes into the floor with a thud. The other two went after Havok. and were on him until Gilmour took the smaller of the two and threw him into the refridgerator. By this time the bald guy had already gotten up and went for Gilmour's legs. Gilmour went down. Then the bald guy turned his attention to the fat guy and Havok who were now duking it out in the living room. The skinny guy soon follows. All three of them start pummeling him with kicks and punches. The fat guy and the skinny guy pick up Havok and hold him and the bald guy smacks him in the face. The bald guy pulls a moderately sized knife from his pocket and holds it up.*
:::Bald guy:::
I told you. You smug motherfucker. You will pay for everything you have done from the point you were born till this very moment. Any final words?...no okay.
*The bald guy puts the knife to Havok's throat. Cam Lang comes rushing through the living room wearing only boxers with a vase in his hand. He jumps off of a chair and smashes the vase on the bald guy's head and he drops on the spot. The skinny lets go of Havok and goes after Cam. Havok punches the fat guy in the mouth. And throws him into the coffee table. Cam knocks the skinny guy down and the guy scoots back till he is in the kitchen once again and pulls a gun out of his jacket.
:::Skinny guy:::
You stupid mother fucker. It would laugh at the circumstances, but both of you are so stupid that it laughs at itself..
*While he is talking Peter Gilmour is walking up behind him. The guy gets up and walks backwards towards the door still pointing the gun at Cam and Havok. Gilmour taps the guy on the shoulder. The skinny guys turns around without thinking, and Gilmour grabs the arm that held the gun and snaps it over his knee. The gun falls to the floor, and Gilmour grabs the skinny guy by his head and slams it through the wall. They guy falls out. Then all collectively grab each body, tie them together, and they sit them out in the middle of the hallway of the apartment complex. After that is done they walk back into the kitchen Gilmour looks at Havok*
:::Peter Gilmour:::
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
:::LJ Havok:::
Paying for that wall you just broke.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Uh. No. If I hadn't done that, you two fuckers would be dead.
:::LJ Havok:::
Just kidding. Other than my deposit, I don't give a shit.
:::Cam Lang:::
So should we call the cops?
*LJ Havok looks think he is thinking hard about it at first and then the cobwebs seem to clearing.*
:::LJ Havok:::
It won't matter. They have to go to the hospital before the fuck with us again, and I'm not about to snitch on someone. Also, I'm still kind of drunk. So authorities won't believe my story anyways.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
He makes a good point, Cam.
:::LJ Havok:::
So I guess we all just go about our business..drink and party it up. Big week coming up! Let's celebrate that shit! First we need to pick up all the broken glass.
*Cam Lang smiles and turns to head back towards Havok's room and then he turns around.*
:::Cam Lang:::
Fuck that shit. I'm gonna get me some! Peace fuckers.
*He turns back around and walks into the bedroom and slams the door.*
:::LJ Havok:::
That little fucker..
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Sure he's a dick, but if it had not been for him you would've had your fucking throat slit. Meaning ER is for inside and outside of the ring to him.
:::LJ Havok:::
You're right. (laughs) And by the way sorry that the first time hanging with us almost got you killed.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
I actually found it fun. I hope they come back.
:::LJ Havok:::
You're a sick bastard.
:::Peter Gilmour:::
But that's why you guys recruited me.. And..
*Before Gilmour can finish his sentence there is a loud crash in the kitchen near the counter. They walk on the otherside of the counter and Andre is laying face first on the ground out cold.*
:::Peter Gilmour:::
Should we leave him there?
:::LJ Havok:::
Yeah. It can't hurt.
*The night finished out when Cam and the girl came out of the bedroom and hour later. The girl left. Then the three guys just sat around talking about music. Until the very last song of the night played "Sleep With One Eye Open" by Bring Me The Horizon. Following that song everyone had sobered up and left the apartment except for LJ Havok..well and Andre Chambers who was now napping in the bathroom next to the toilet. LJ Havok knew the Extreme Revolution had his back in a fight. He just hoped the week they proved their dominance to the whole XWF.*