Crime Lords Bitch/2 with a Virus

It's been a couple of weeks since Chris Macbeth walked out of Angel Heights Rehabilitation Centre with his two new buddies, the brothers Bubba-Lee & Jim Comstaine. I know how it looks but its pronounced Queme - stanny, At least that's what they told Chris when he first met them. Chris just likes to pronounce it Cum-stain, "Bubba-Lee Comstaine"... I know right! Anyway from now on we'll just call them "The Spunky's".

The Spunky's had assisted Macbeth in his failed rehabilitation stint at the recovery centre, mainly by feeding him with the homemade beer they had snuck into the centre a few weeks before. Chris had tried to sneak in his own tipple & a couple of bags of Columbian finest but was unsuccessful, how The Spunky's managed it baffled him and they wouldn't share there secret, despite Chris' insistent nagging.

Chris Macbeth: Come on Spunky #1, tell me how you managed it?

Spunky #1: Two things Chris. Number One, Why are you bothered, are you planning on heading back to the institute someday soon? And number 2, Why if you checked yourself into Angel Heights did you try and sneak the stuff in with you? It makes no sense.

He had a point and Chris new it but instead of answering The Spunky's question he just turned away and began tapping away on his iPad. The truth was Macbeth had pissed all the money he had earned from his previous stint in the XWF up the wall. He was broke and had no place to live. Checking himself into rehab seemed like a good place to get a few nights sleep. He had no interested in recovery, he need the drink, he needed the drugs, any mind bending substances which would help him forget the Nightmare. Yes he is not proud of it but deperate times can cause desperate measures, what he had to go through with the evil Nightmare and to finally rid himself of the burden of being known as his Apprentice he could not see any other way, the experience had left him a damaged soul.

The time since he rid himself of the Apprentice moniker he turned to a life much like the lives of the souls himself Nightmare used to punish people for living, a life of crime.

2 years earlier

A day in the life of a crime lord's bitch.

Waking up in a cold sweat is something Chris Macbeth had come accustomed to in the weeks since he banished the evil demon from the world, how this was done is a story for another day but it is safe to say, The Nightmare is dead!! Unfortunately though for Macbeth he hasn't vanished from his mind, and more importantly his dreams. The demon stalks him every day or night when his eyes close and he drifts off to sleep. Last night was no different so Macbeth is relieved to finally wake and to get himself ready to go out to work.

His work life is a lot different to the life of a professional wrestler he had once lived. Like many who far into a drink or drug problem he didn't come across very employable to most interviewers so he has somewhat slipped into a darker world of violence, drugs and Grand Theft Auto. Don't get me wrong, there will be no stories of jumping cars over buildings after hitting a handily placed ramp on the side of a street, after all this isn't a video game. No this is a lot more toned down than that.

Reaching under the modest single bed at his studio apartment in his home town of Camden, London, Macbeth grabs the black duffel bag with the weeks debts he had been collecting for his boss, Alfie Halliday. Halliday was a modern day gangster not on the level of the infamous Kray twins but he has found some success around London and the UK since he began his empire 15 years previous. He started as a petty marijuana dealer working any side alley he could find to off load the bags of green he would spend all morning weighing and bagging. He soon moved on from petty drug dealer to the little more glamorous trafficking. Halliday had a chance meeting with an Australian gentleman who had offered him a large sum of money to help transport a certain (Large) amount of cocaine from Bali. This was a successful effort and helped set Halliday's new empire up. First he bought a pub somewhere the east end, this was used as his base of operations, the front was still a relatively normal spit and sawdust London pub,but out the back was piles of drugs, guns and most importantly cash. Safes after safes of it. From here he organised everything, from debt collecting, drug dealing and any other thing he can dabble in to ensure his growing continues to grow. He currently has approximately fifty men working for him all making a fare wage for doing Halliday,s dirty work. Macbeth was in a slightly different situation. Macbeth is an alcoholic and addict, Halliday wouldn't normally employ people with problems like that, he concideredthem high risk.However when the drunkMacbethj stumbled into his pub one night, Halliday took an immediate liking to him.Most of this fondnesscame from Halliday seeing an opportunity with Macbeth,who he recognised immediatley.Halliday's son was an avid wrestling fan and he remembered seeing this chap on a poster in his sons room. He soon worked out the Macbeth had his problems but offered him a position in his empire anyway,the deal though Macbeth doesn't really get paid. Halliday did however give him the before mentioned studio apartment and would now and then pay him with substances to feed his addictions under the pretence that while he's working he is sober. This worked for Macbeth and there business relationship began.

Macbeth walks out of his apartment and into the cold winters day, he pulls his hood up to try and block the freezing rain from stinging his face. It was a short work to Hallday's pub, a walk that Macbeth made around this time almost everyday. Dropping of the takings with Halliday's assistant before receiving some more product to push or the info on some scumbags that owe Halliday some money. "Scumbags" That's what Halliday calls them, some of them are low life scummys but most are innocent, kind, hardworking people that Halliday has sent Macbeth and his other goon's to scare them into paying protection money. The worst thing is most these people have there business' set up in a realnice area with no real need for protection, but there not bad people and when ahalf dozen masked hooligans busted through there windows smashing the place up it was easier to talk them into it. This was one of the first job's Halliday had Macbeth do for him, a small family run Indian Restaurant not far from where we are now. Halliday had sent some of his goons in and they had tore the place up good, there wasn't a window unbroken, table still upright or door on its hinges. A few hours after the attack Macbeth entered the restaurant and offered his services to help protect the restaurant for a small fee, A small fee was Macbeth's word's but in reality the fee was anything but small. To help with the persuading Macbeth offered on behalf of Halliday to give the family money to fix up the restaurant so they could start trading again. Temporary loss for a long term gain, Halliday called it. Of course the family accepted and now Macbeth pays a visit once a week to collect the payment for his protection, if they ever fail to pay normally the next night they will get a visit from a goon that will smash the place up a bit. All of these small businesses that Halliday has his fingers in are all backed into a corner which Macbeth likes as it makes his job easier.

He turns the final corner and can see Halliday's pub about 300 feet in front of him, it's 9am so he will be having to enter around the back as the establishment is not yet open for business for another 3 hours. As he reaches the door he pulls his hood down and knocks 3 times.

Knock...

Knock..

Knock.

Three sharp nocks, that is all and within seconds the door clicks open and Macbeth makes his way inside to the brightly lit back room, allwhite wall's and floors. There is a small desk in the corner where Halliday's assistant is normally sat flicking through the latest issue of the tv guide. The TV Guide is there but no assistant. Macbeth walks further intothe roomand drops the duffel bag of cash down onto the desk and walks towards the doorway that leads into the main bar area. He pokes his head through the door and see's somebody bent over with there head in the refrigerator.

"Hey" Macbeth calls out startling the person who accidentally bangs there head on the inside of the fridge. "Ouch" they say as they stand up holding a cold bottle of Corona. It is Halliday's assistant and daughter Jasmine.

Jasmine: "Oh hey, Chris. You here with your takings?"

Chris gives a nod of his head & smiles at Jasmine, he has had a soft spot for her ever since there first meeting & he had a feeling it maybe mutual. Not that anything could ever come of it, Halliday would never let his daughter be with on of his goon's, especially one with a drug problem. Jasmine walked towards Chris in a flirty manner but last minute moved slightly to the left and slowly brushed past him heading back into the white room. Macbeth followed her in picking up the duffel bag & taking it over to the desk which Jasmine now sits behind reading her magazine. He drops the bag onto the white desk.

Macbeth: "I just have to hit Cincinnati Joes American Diner then that'll be all of it for the week."

Jasmine doesn't look up from her magazine.

Jasmine: "Ok, sweety, see you soon."

Macbeth pulls his hood back on and heads back out into the rain. The diner was only one block away, twenty more minutes work then he'll receive his payment and be able to forget the past by falling into the bliss of highness.

To be Continued...

Present Day

"I have has not given up the drink or drugs but am making a sure fire effort to clean up my act."

"If I want to make an impact back in the XWF, I need to try and focus"

"No more drinking on a work day is the first step. Today is not a work day, today he is drinking. "

Some Bar

Looking up from his watch and back to the barman who has just called last orders Macbeth can't believe where the time as gone. It's fine though as he is due a phone call any minute from a reporter from the XWF wanting to get a promo or interview from him with regards to his up and coming match. He gets to his feet and hands inserts his credit card into the machine to pay his tab quite a modest 45 pounds, he inputs his pin number before putting his winter jacket on and waiting for his receipt.

Walking into the streets the cold air suddenly hits him, taking his breath away. Its only a short walk back to the new apartment his first XWF paycheck allowed him to rent, he should be back in time to take the call.

The Promo

Who the Fuck is 2

A number for a name! A number for a name? Ok he really does have a number for a name... but its not even a good number is it.

Let me show you some examples of numbers that would greatly imrpove your own name and may even stike some fear into some of your opponents, that is untilthey actually see you and realise you offer no viable threat to them or anyone ...EVER.

666

That there is known all over the world as the number of the beast, the devil, give a bible a ready you would have known that and would im sure concidered it for a name. Some also believe 666 stands for the duration of the Assyrian empire beforeit was conquered by Babylon, much like how I am going to conquer you and the rest of the XWF.

Next you we have the standard number...

1

No matter in what walk of life, wether it is in sport, academic performance, this number is universally known as superior. If you are number one at anything you are the top of your respective field, again much like one day I will be here in the XWF.

The next number i will share with you, 2... I cant get over that choice of name. The next number is one that your going to wish you had picked for your name, the lucky number...

7

Luck is exactly what your going to need on Wednesday to face up against me and all these other newbie want to be wrestlers i'll get to in a bit.

Don't forget that one final number that you could have chosen for yourself.

The number made famous by De La Soul...

3... why...because it's the magic number.

Cold

Flu

Stomach & Intestinal

Hepatitis

All viruses that inflict pain and or misery on the human beings of this world.

Rabies

Yellow Fever

Pappataci Fever

Baculoviruses

All viruses that inflict pain and or misery on the animal's of this world

Nothing is safe from viruses in this world including our technology. Our computers can be infected with a virus, normally some sort of Malware a program stealing your personal information or even simply taking up some of your disk space.

Many viruses are spread through intercourse or the sexual kind, even the before mentioned Computer Virus can be caught from some dodgy website that you decided to check out to see some butch Russian lesbian dodgeball player porn.

All harmful and all dangerous.

There is one type of virus that is an exception to this rule, that virus is this reprobate that I am facing up against in the battle royal when I return to XWF Warfare on the tenth day of this month after 3 long, tough years away.

A real virus he may not be, but he does at least like to call himself "The Virus", with his nice painted face and long black trench coat. He looks more like the kind of guy you see flashing old ladies in the park on a Sunday afternoon.

Sick Fuck! I am glad it is going to be me who gets the chance to slap that paint right off of his face.

You see, it's been a long hard fight, dragging myself back to a position where I could return to the XWF. My return at Snow Job may not have ended how I would have wanted, but it still felt good being back cracking skulls and busting bones and I am eagerly waiting to get back in the ring again.

You see "Virus", I have been waiting, and working as well as a little playing for 3 years for this moment and it will not be you that stops the party. I will be all over you like the AVG Anti-Virus software, not the free one, no, no, no. I'll be like the premium edition that has all the added extras of an online shield, Anti-Spam and that epic enhanced firewall. I will be like the MMR vaccine you get when your a kid to help fend of Measles, mumps and rubella or the IPV to fight off polio.

I suppose you could call me the FUV Vaccine.

"Fuck You Virus"

Or the VYS vaccine.

"Virus You Suck"

Or even my personal favourite, the ASFP vaccine.

"Anti Shit Face Paint"

All valid names for myself and what I will be standing for when I step into the ring with "The Virus" and the others that I will get to later.

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Equinox, Italian Cowboi and Rebel Star.... I'm coming for you!