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Felix Jones · (05-03-2020)

These past few days have been Hell. I haven't had a moment of rest, this of course was due to becoming the Xtreme champion. I took a chance and rolled the dice and it just so happened Lady Luck was there that day when I pinned Atara Themis for the belt. I knew I would be defending twenty-four seven but God damn, I'm losing sleep over this. I can't even go to my favorite dive bar but I signed up for this, so I can't bitch too much about it. If Lady Luck didn't think I couldn't handle it then she wouldn't have helped me out when I went for it. I had my friend and fellow bounty hunter Jut pick me up after the I was attacked by some asshole who loved ice cream too much. I had stolen his car and wouldn't you know it. It was low on gas and thus stalled while I was on the freeway, cheap ass mother fucker could attack me but couldn't fill up his gas tank. Once I was picked up, I had to go get patched up from all the attacks, I haven't been home in days. I was in pretty bad shape. I had so many cuts and bruises that I lost count, my left eye was discolored and swollen shut, I even had a few cracked rips and it hurt to breathe and a fat lip. Every single attacker who came after me would beat me down to the point I was going to pass out, and yet no matter how much they pounded me into the ground, I'd get back up. I've been assaulted by golf clubs, crowbars, bats and whatever else. Hell even a pig came after me. The XWF really was the land of Xtreme.

I was in car with Jut on my way from the hospital and for the first time in the past few days, I could relax and just enjoy a car ride, as well as a cigarette. I didn't say word as Jut drove me home, not because I didn't have anything to say but because I was mentally and physically drained. He understood. We both been beaten down badly before from past bounties we had to chase down. People don't like their freedom taken away. They claw, bite, shoot and do whatever else to stay free but that wasn't my problem. A bounty to me is nothing but money. If you're wanted and have a price on your head, you can bet your ass I'm coming for you. I don't do for justice or any of that shit. It's just for the coin, nothing more and nothing less. A lot of people don't like the fact I think that, I don't lose sleep at night. Trust me on that.

I put out my cigarette in the car's ashtray as Jut pulled up to my apartment. I went to open the door but pain shot all over my body, it stopped me and I leaned back in my seat, Jut got out of the car, walked over to the passenger door, opened it and helped me out. I stood on the sidewalk for a moment to catch my breath. I looked at Jut and smiled.

"Alright bud, I think I got it from here."

"Are you sure Felix? You're in bad shape my friend."

"You're right, I am but you need to go get some information on our target. I'd join you but, as you can see. I don't think I'd be much help, if we got into a fight. I'm useless right now."

"Yeah, yeah. I get you. Get some rest okay? I'll be back to share with you what I found out and we'll think of a plan from there. Sound good?"

"Perfect. You just be safe but if you really need me, call me. I don't care how beat up I am. I'll fucking come get you. I can still shoot straight."

Jut laughed and shook his head "Trust me. I'll be good. Now get going"

My friend handed my the Xtreme title, I put it over my shoulder and watched as he drove off to gather the info we needed. I started to walk to the door to my apartment but there was a man standing there knocking on it. I stopped and looked around to see if anyone else was around, I didn't see anyone. So I slowly walked up to him, making sure to make any noise as I did. He didn't hear me coming when I took out my main gun from my shoulder holster and pressed the cold unforgiving steel to the back of his head. I cocked the gun, the sound made him jump a little and I think he pissed himself.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The man put his hands up, he was holding a mic with an XWF logo, which was odd to me. Just who the Hell was this guy?

"Please, d-don't shoot. I'm Steve Sayors. I'm here to interview you. Please. I'm just doing my job

Oh, him. I knew who he was but I couldn't be too careful right now. I put my gun back in the holster and stepped back from him, he turned around and looked at me with the fear of God in his eyes. I kinda felt bad for that, so I smiled and patted his shoulder.

"My bad, as you can see from my injuries, I had to be sure you weren't someone trying to come for this"
[white]I held up the Xtreme title to show him, he seemed to ease up a bit and started to breathe normally again.

"Anyways, what can I do for you Steve?"

"I wanted to interview you for you're up coming match and the Xtreme title."

"Right, okay, hand me the mic. I'm going to do this in one go, I really just want to take a nap. I'll talk and then you can be on your way."

Steve nodded and handed me the microphone, I took it and with a blood grin I started to speak

"Hey everyone, it's me the Xtreme champion. Last time I spoke to my opponents, I wasn't anything, just a rookie who was about to have his first match here in the XWF and would you look at me now. I'm a champ without even having my first match. Funny how life works but of course, you can see my face. It's beat to Hell, You see. Now that I have this strap. I have to defend around the clock, no matter where I am, I could lose it in three seconds. That's all it take, since becoming champ. I've been jumped and beaten half to death, had a gun pressed to my forehead, a little piggy even tried to get this from me. I don't know what he was thinking but hey, it is what it is. You could send a fucking army after me and you couldn't take this prize from me. So to all out there, looking to steal this from me. Bring it, you can knock me down as many times as you want, but I'm going to get back to my feet, annihilate you and go on my merry way. The only way you're going to get this belt off me is if you kill me. I would love to see you try. You have no chance in Hell of doing that. If Satan himself came after me. I'd bitch slap him, then take over Hell because he wanted this title. War Games is coming up and since I'm a betting man, they are looking at all of us who are in the draft pool, they are seeing who is the best of the best. I may not have been here long but you can't deny the fact in the short time I've been here, I already made an impact."

"I'm not going anywhere, no one is going to stand in my way. I will keep making impact after impact, even with Hellhounds on my trail. Shit, my opponents haven't said a single word. They knew once they got a look at me, all hope was lost. So to True Forever and Eccentrix, I want you both to know that I'm not mad you haven't said anything, I'm fucking disappointed in you both. I see now that you two fucks aren't worth my time, that cute little piggy put up more of a fight than you both combine. What kind of horse shit is that? God dammit, but you know what? That's okay. I'm not going to lose sleep over it. In my current state, all bloodied and bruised, I'm still going to win this fight and move on from it. I don't give up, I don't back down. Not like Peter Gilmour who won't even face me one on one, with the Xtreme title on the line. No, he had to have his buddy come and play captain save a ho. Whatever. I'll destroy him later but for now. True Forever and Eccentrix are just going to have to let me take my anger and annoyance out on them. Sorry about your damn luck but hey, what can you do? I'm sure you know. I'm tired and half dead, so I'm going to get some rest before my match tomorrow. I'm hoping for a fight, we'll see I guess. Okay, I'm done, man does that feel good to get some of this anger off my chest, here you go Steve."

I gave Steve back his microphone, he thanked me and left. Now that he was gone. I could get some rest to recharge. I unlocked my apartment door and went inside. I turned to shut it and lock it and once I did, I felt that familiar coldness at the back of my head and that cocking sound that I knew oh so well.

"It's been a long time Felix Jones, a very long time"

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach

"Not long enough Jillian, not long enough

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