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November 1 - John Msdison 2.Faggot - 12-21-2013
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A letter to Janet (written mid November)
Dear Janet:
Where do I begin? …We’ve been building up to our eventual meeting for quite some time now. Soon the day will come when we finally meet for the first time. It’s been a long journey up to this point; one of many journeys that await us. Today I’m writing you to explain how my journey to you began. Hopefully after I’m done explaining, you’ll understand your situation a little better.
My journey began in mid-November, about a week prior to me learning that I would face my prospect, Theo Pryce, for the crown. It was I, Nathaniel Idenhaus, and Luca Arzegotti sharing an afternoon together in Nathaniel’s garage.
We had the garage door fully open which allowed the cool autumn air circulate throughout the room. I had on my favorite sweater that Shane
knitted himself for me last winter. It was a beige sweater with a giant potato design knitted in the center of it. NAZI was wearing a homemade sweater as well, except that his contained an “88” in honor of the late Adolf Hitler. Luca was wearing a homemade sweater too. I knitted it myself. It was black with the word “ASSHOLE” knitted across it. So there we were—the three of us—the potato, the Nazi, and the asshole. We sat around for a little while inside of NAZI’s garage. The garage was exceptionally clean and organized just as you’d expect for a Nazi surgeon. All of his supplies were neatly stashed away in their labeled containers. We took the time to socialize and relax for a short amount of time. I was discussing some plans about you with NAZI while Luca just sat in the background not giving a fuck about anything like always. That shit is distracting, especially when I’m going over operations with Nathaniel. Sometimes I get frustrated with his ass and I have to scold him right there in front of everyone.
“Fuck, Luca. Why do I even bother dragging your ass around if all you’re going to do is sit around wearing your asshole sweater?”
Luca stands up out of his chair like he’s about to offer some kind of assistance. Of course, after standing up he doesn’t know what to do with himself so he just stands around with his crack pipe in hand.
I decide to give Luca a shot at earning his paycheck and the asshole sweater that I spent hours making for him.
“Do me a favor and get Flo out of the trunk.”
“Flo?” he mumbles. Then he remembers the bitch that we have tied up in the trunk of NAZI’s Camaro. He also remembers that for some bizarre reason, I have a fetish of referring to my victims as "Flo," in reference to Sid Feder's wife Flo Feder. Why? Because me and Flo have history, you nosy motherfuckers.
Luca nods his head and without preparation, goes to open the trunk.
“Wait-“ NAZI tries to interject. But it’s far too late.
After casually opening the trunk, Luca is met with a size eight leather boot to the chin.
“Damn it!”
With Luca down on his ass, knocked silly, the woman who we abducted earlier that day springs out of the trunk and darts down the driveway. She’s frantic, dehydrated, and desperate to break free from our custody. I immediately reach for my Glock and point that shit down the driveway in her direction. I take the shot. I’m a little bit drunk though after going through half a bottle of a Maker’s Mark, and so my aim is off. Instead, I ended up shooting a mailbox and a neighbor’s window off in the distance. That’s when NAZI throws down his cigarette, pulls out his John Madison autographed Luger P08 and puts a bullet in the back of that whore’s skull. She slams face first onto the center of the driveway as blood leaks out of the back of her head. Luca and I both look up at NAZI like he’s a swastika toting superman.
“Holy fuck, NAZI. Why didn’t your people shoot like that when they were losing the war?”
“The two of you need to be more careful,” he tells us as I help Luca to his feet. “That reminds me... John, you still owe me a new Luger seeing as how you scribbled your fucking name into my pistol grip.”
I deliver a forceful smack to the back of Luca’s head in order to put the attention back on him.
“Nice going, Luca! You act like this is the first time we’ve abducted a bitch. You know they like to chew through the ropes.”
I look across at Luca and point my finger down the driveway where the woman was gunned down. Luca lets out a sigh and goes to retrieve the corpse like it’s just another chore to inconvenience him.
“And NAZI, you can sell that shit for a lot of money with my name being on it. Then you buy yourself a new one. I did you a favor!”
Shaking his head, NAZI returns the tarnished Luger P08 to his work station and lights up another cigarette.
“Whatever, John,” NAZI says after taking a drag. “So much for your ridiculous plan, huh?”
“What do you mean, ‘so much for my ridiculous plan’? My ridiculous fucking plan will continue… as planned!”
“John, we just had to kill the woman that we were going to use.”
“So we go and get another one. Since when does death get in the way of your Nazi campaigns? I didn’t like that Flo anyway. I’m pretty sure no one would have bought her story.”
“John… what makes you think anyone is going to buy this story, PERIOD? This is, without a doubt, the worst idea that you’ve ever had.”
NAZI offends me with his pessimistic attitude.
“You watch it, Adolf! You fucking watch it. You’re starting to sound like all those people who went against Hitler’s ideas. Step up and be the genocidal asshole that I know you can be!”
“I’ll take you wherever you need to go, John. But I’m not dealing with another terrified victim of your thoughtless home invasions.”
“Fine. Luca, you stay here and deal with this dead bitch. Go dispose her in NAZI’s oven.”
“I don’t have one of those, John.”
“Sure you don’t.”
Nazi and I then prepared for our next trip while Luca Arzegotti disposed of our little mistake. Hell, Janet, if Luca hadn’t let his guard down for that split second, we might not have ever met. Fucking Luca… It’s just like when he became distracted and he let that crazy bastard Sid Feder walk away with our European Championship. It doesn’t end there though. Because no more than two weeks later, Luca just out of the blue joined Sid’s stable!
Fuck it; I can’t predict that kid’s moves anymore. That’s Luca for you. Man, if he wants to throw up the four fingers with Sid Feder and create the “no
” rendition of the Four Horsemen, then more power to him. I’m actually proud of Sid for doing something right for once. Sid has found a superstar who understands what a group should set out to be. Under the leadership of The Black Circle, Luca was able to collect championships along with myself and Mr. Supernova. I can totally see where Sid is coming from when he decides to raid Black Circle talent instead of trying (and failing) to recruit his own. As far as Luca, who knows? Maybe it’s a phase. Maybe he’s fed up and out to get me and my friends like everyone else in the federation. Or maybe it’s all part of a bigger plan that’s beyond anything we can expect. I won’t ask Luca. I prefer to just kick back and watch everything unfold. Anyway, Janet. I've got some preparing to do for our big date. Our story will continue in the next letter!
Love,
John