Post by featherman on Oct 11, 2022 16:24:06 GMT -5
Isaac stood on the front porch of his family home. There was something about the giant white wooden door that scared him.
For the man beast this home wasn’t a place of happiness. His family situation was…..complex. He had a father. Manipulative, controlling and Abusive. He also had two mothers, or at least that is what his father had insisted he referred to them both as.
Isaac sucked in a deep breath of air and stepped forward.
“Cmon man!” The voice from the front lawn shouted out.
“I’m getting there! Calm down!” Isaac snapped his head back towards the man standing on the lawn “It’s not like I can just walk in Victor!”
“Course you can! It’s YOUR home!” The junkie couldn’t keep still. He was covered in filth. His clothes dirty and his relentless scratching of his neck had now turned the area of skin red raw.
“Last time I was here Victor, I stole their shit and sold it.”
“Shiiiiiit no! You said man! You said you’d get us sorted! Today!”
“Hey! Just relax man” Isaac shouted back at his friend in anger.
As Isaac turned back towards the door it swung open. Stood in the doorway was the Good Reverends Wife. His second Mother. The lady Sarah.
“Look at the damn state of you. You filthy druggie!” Isaac stood looking at her “How dare you show your face around here after you broke in and stole our belongings!”
“I need some money Sarah.” Isaac replied. “Where’s my mother?”
“I. Am. Here.” Sarah quickly responded.
“My REAL mother.” Isaac quickly interrupted.
“She’s not here…..she was….removed.” Sarah said as he looked down to the floor.
“Where is she?” Isaac stepping inside the door.
“That filthy Bitch was kicked out because she no longer had any use. She gave birth to you but you are OUR son. She was just an instrument for our use.” Sarah said coldly
“You had it all Isaac. A home. Our name. You had it all and you ended up here. Looking for your next fix. You are truly the biggest mistake we ever made. Disappointing doesn’t even begin to cover it.” She continued.
“I’m happy to disappoint you.” Isaac “where’s her stuff?”
“No Isaac you won’t be coming into this home any further. She’s gone. I threw her out. Maybe you’ll catch up with her in one of your crack dens.”
Isaac stepped forward.
“Cmoooooon man let’s go! Am feeling the thirst yo!” Victor had been waiting on the lawn and outside of earshot.
“Hear that Isaac. The thirst. HA. I take PLEASURE in this. I’ve brought my seat next to God. Taking you into my care. Your Father as all but guaranteed it. I will pay you $500. A paltry amount…for you….to disappear and NEVER come back.” Sarah prodded him in the chest.
“Cash…” Isaac replied
Sarah gently pushed Isaac outside and closed the door
“We good bro?” Victor shouted out.
“Yeah bro. Just a moment.” Isaac replied. Victor made his way over to see the deal close up.
Sarah opened the door a few moments later. A fistful of money in her hand.
“Here we go Isaac. $500 cash. Now I want you to leave. BOTH of you!”
Victor seized the opportunity and launched his attack. It was born of desperation and opportunity. Victor wasn’t particularly built for fighting but driven by the lack of a hit recently. Sarah didn’t know what hit her. The assailant barged her over and followed up by a few kicks.
Isaac dived to the floor to seize the money. Victor grabbing a few ornaments. The assault was over in moments.
“Heyyyy yo! We scored big this time.”
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Drake was sat in the kitchen of the home he shared with Isaac, running through his memories of the last match he had at EXP 32, a losing effort but that didn’t matter. The monster had flipped and Vaughn was the subject of a Drake inspired Game Changer beat down. Drakes grin quickly turned to a grimace when he finished replying the memories as the chair he was sat on became brutally uncomfortable. At over 7ft tall it was too small for Drake. It was also devoid of any padding. When it was first purchased sometime in the 1970s it had a brown leather cushion on the back rest and seat. Now that was mostly worn away and what was left was heavily cracked. It was in the house when Drake and Isaac purchased it. They hadn’t spent any time or effort on renovating. Their life was working out and wrestling.
Sat on top of the table infront of Drake was an unopened bottle of bourbon. Drake HATED the stuff. It had been a gift from his sister. His newly found family had reached out to him, despite his recent outburst and scuffle with his brother in law. They had all agreed that Drake needed time and being thrown into a big family gathering wasn’t the best idea. Especially for someone as mentally fragile as Drake. One minute he could be the gun loving drunken idiot falling all over the place at the Game Changers celebration party, the next he would snap and someone would often get hurt.
The silence of Drakes self imposed kitchen vigil was interrupted as the front door opened and Isaac strolled in. He was lugging the usual gym bag with him. Another hard session no doubt.
“Why you sitting in the dark Drake?” Isaac flocked the light on and walked over to the sink and began filling his water bottle.
“Just thinking things through brother.” Drake replied
“Just got back from the gym. Managed to lift a new record man…..” Isaac beamed with pride.
“Smashing it mate.” Drake replied
“You errrr coming to gym soon? Whats it been 3-4 days since you last….” Isaac deliberately low balled the number
“7 day man. Don’t worry we all need a few rest days.” Drake replied.
“I see the hair is growing out quickly. You look less like the Kurgan and more like….well a long haired kurgan.” Both men chuckled at the same time.
“Isaac….I’ve been seeing David on a semi regular basis.”
The laughing immediately stopped. Isaac remained static. His water bottle began to overflow.
“Isaac?” Drake pressed a little more. He knew this was a tricky subject. Unlike James and Drake, Isaac held David in high regard.
“How….long have you…” Isaac forced out.
“A couple of months.” Drake replied. “He’s been wanting to help me…develop. He….he gave me this.” Drake fumbled in his pocket and produced a crumpled up business card. “It’s some wrestling trainer down in Florida. It’s not like we are fully reconciled or anything.”
Isaac turned around and looked down at the table. The crumpled card and the bottle of Bourbon.
“Where’s that from?” Isaac gestured to the bottle.
“My sister. They reached out to me. We’ve reconciled….to an extent. Free to have it though, I hate bourbon anyways.”
Isaac stood for a moment and looked over at him. “Full of reconciliation at the moment aren’t you.”
“I want you to come with me. To this place in Florida. We are a team. They’ll see that at EXP33.”
Isaac folded his arms “I want to see David first. It’s important.”
“Sure.” Drake replied
Isaac leaned forward and opened the bottle of Bourbon, took a drink and walked out of the room.
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It has been two days since Isaac and Victor had scored big. Over the course of those two days they had picked up Victors friend Josh.
Another degenerate.
Isaac hated the world he was in but lacked the motivation or willpower to change. Helen had abandoned him, her husband and his goons given him one hell of a beating and he had no family left. This was all he had and wasn’t in the mood to lose it.
Despite this He hated the flocks of people anytime anyone had a little bit of money or product. Like vultures.
It was afternoon by the time Isaac woke up. He was already feeling shaky. He needed another fix and soon. Luckily he knew he didn’t have to go far to get it.
Isaac stumbled into the next room. “Eyyy Victor. I need some.”
“You, me both. I’m out.” One of the crumpled bodies in the corner shouted out.
It took a few moments for it to process in his fuzzy brain. “Are you serious? Where’s my stash man? You were keeping it for me?” The panic within Isaac evident in his voice.
“Josh had the last hit and left this morning man.” Victor replied.
Isaac hurried over to where Victor lay and grabbed him by the shirt. “He took the last? My stuff? Mine?” Isaac began violently shaking the degenerate junkie.
“Calm down! I have something lined up! Isaac please!”
Isaac stopped to hear out his friend “Yeah?”
Victor “yeah man a house just down the road a nice house, full of stuff. Once we move it then we will be sorted for a long while.”
Isaac “take me there. Now.”
A short walk later and they were stood outside a grand looking house.
Victor : “tonight we go in. I got it all lined up to sell.”
Isaac looked at the house chuckled and walked away.
He passed the letter box. The name was painted in the clear white against the black metal box.
The name was WILCOX
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“Isaac is there anything you’d like to share with us today?”
“Nope.” Isaac replied coldly
“You’ve been coming here now for months and you’ve yet to say a word.”
“What can I tell you man things are going well. I’ve been clean now for …..god what is it… I don’t know like 15 years.”
The room started clapping.
“Wow incredible….please Isaac share your journey. You’re an inspiration here.”
“It’s down to me. I started him off.” The room turned to see an older man. Dressed in all black at the entrance, holding something in his hands.
“David?” Isaac stood and looked on.
“How you doing kid?” He smiled and held up the collar of the man he had a firm grip of.
Isaac looked on “Victor?”
For the man beast this home wasn’t a place of happiness. His family situation was…..complex. He had a father. Manipulative, controlling and Abusive. He also had two mothers, or at least that is what his father had insisted he referred to them both as.
Isaac sucked in a deep breath of air and stepped forward.
“Cmon man!” The voice from the front lawn shouted out.
“I’m getting there! Calm down!” Isaac snapped his head back towards the man standing on the lawn “It’s not like I can just walk in Victor!”
“Course you can! It’s YOUR home!” The junkie couldn’t keep still. He was covered in filth. His clothes dirty and his relentless scratching of his neck had now turned the area of skin red raw.
“Last time I was here Victor, I stole their shit and sold it.”
“Shiiiiiit no! You said man! You said you’d get us sorted! Today!”
“Hey! Just relax man” Isaac shouted back at his friend in anger.
As Isaac turned back towards the door it swung open. Stood in the doorway was the Good Reverends Wife. His second Mother. The lady Sarah.
“Look at the damn state of you. You filthy druggie!” Isaac stood looking at her “How dare you show your face around here after you broke in and stole our belongings!”
“I need some money Sarah.” Isaac replied. “Where’s my mother?”
“I. Am. Here.” Sarah quickly responded.
“My REAL mother.” Isaac quickly interrupted.
“She’s not here…..she was….removed.” Sarah said as he looked down to the floor.
“Where is she?” Isaac stepping inside the door.
“That filthy Bitch was kicked out because she no longer had any use. She gave birth to you but you are OUR son. She was just an instrument for our use.” Sarah said coldly
“You had it all Isaac. A home. Our name. You had it all and you ended up here. Looking for your next fix. You are truly the biggest mistake we ever made. Disappointing doesn’t even begin to cover it.” She continued.
“I’m happy to disappoint you.” Isaac “where’s her stuff?”
“No Isaac you won’t be coming into this home any further. She’s gone. I threw her out. Maybe you’ll catch up with her in one of your crack dens.”
Isaac stepped forward.
“Cmoooooon man let’s go! Am feeling the thirst yo!” Victor had been waiting on the lawn and outside of earshot.
“Hear that Isaac. The thirst. HA. I take PLEASURE in this. I’ve brought my seat next to God. Taking you into my care. Your Father as all but guaranteed it. I will pay you $500. A paltry amount…for you….to disappear and NEVER come back.” Sarah prodded him in the chest.
“Cash…” Isaac replied
Sarah gently pushed Isaac outside and closed the door
“We good bro?” Victor shouted out.
“Yeah bro. Just a moment.” Isaac replied. Victor made his way over to see the deal close up.
Sarah opened the door a few moments later. A fistful of money in her hand.
“Here we go Isaac. $500 cash. Now I want you to leave. BOTH of you!”
Victor seized the opportunity and launched his attack. It was born of desperation and opportunity. Victor wasn’t particularly built for fighting but driven by the lack of a hit recently. Sarah didn’t know what hit her. The assailant barged her over and followed up by a few kicks.
Isaac dived to the floor to seize the money. Victor grabbing a few ornaments. The assault was over in moments.
“Heyyyy yo! We scored big this time.”
———————————————————————
Drake was sat in the kitchen of the home he shared with Isaac, running through his memories of the last match he had at EXP 32, a losing effort but that didn’t matter. The monster had flipped and Vaughn was the subject of a Drake inspired Game Changer beat down. Drakes grin quickly turned to a grimace when he finished replying the memories as the chair he was sat on became brutally uncomfortable. At over 7ft tall it was too small for Drake. It was also devoid of any padding. When it was first purchased sometime in the 1970s it had a brown leather cushion on the back rest and seat. Now that was mostly worn away and what was left was heavily cracked. It was in the house when Drake and Isaac purchased it. They hadn’t spent any time or effort on renovating. Their life was working out and wrestling.
Sat on top of the table infront of Drake was an unopened bottle of bourbon. Drake HATED the stuff. It had been a gift from his sister. His newly found family had reached out to him, despite his recent outburst and scuffle with his brother in law. They had all agreed that Drake needed time and being thrown into a big family gathering wasn’t the best idea. Especially for someone as mentally fragile as Drake. One minute he could be the gun loving drunken idiot falling all over the place at the Game Changers celebration party, the next he would snap and someone would often get hurt.
The silence of Drakes self imposed kitchen vigil was interrupted as the front door opened and Isaac strolled in. He was lugging the usual gym bag with him. Another hard session no doubt.
“Why you sitting in the dark Drake?” Isaac flocked the light on and walked over to the sink and began filling his water bottle.
“Just thinking things through brother.” Drake replied
“Just got back from the gym. Managed to lift a new record man…..” Isaac beamed with pride.
“Smashing it mate.” Drake replied
“You errrr coming to gym soon? Whats it been 3-4 days since you last….” Isaac deliberately low balled the number
“7 day man. Don’t worry we all need a few rest days.” Drake replied.
“I see the hair is growing out quickly. You look less like the Kurgan and more like….well a long haired kurgan.” Both men chuckled at the same time.
“Isaac….I’ve been seeing David on a semi regular basis.”
The laughing immediately stopped. Isaac remained static. His water bottle began to overflow.
“Isaac?” Drake pressed a little more. He knew this was a tricky subject. Unlike James and Drake, Isaac held David in high regard.
“How….long have you…” Isaac forced out.
“A couple of months.” Drake replied. “He’s been wanting to help me…develop. He….he gave me this.” Drake fumbled in his pocket and produced a crumpled up business card. “It’s some wrestling trainer down in Florida. It’s not like we are fully reconciled or anything.”
Isaac turned around and looked down at the table. The crumpled card and the bottle of Bourbon.
“Where’s that from?” Isaac gestured to the bottle.
“My sister. They reached out to me. We’ve reconciled….to an extent. Free to have it though, I hate bourbon anyways.”
Isaac stood for a moment and looked over at him. “Full of reconciliation at the moment aren’t you.”
“I want you to come with me. To this place in Florida. We are a team. They’ll see that at EXP33.”
Isaac folded his arms “I want to see David first. It’s important.”
“Sure.” Drake replied
Isaac leaned forward and opened the bottle of Bourbon, took a drink and walked out of the room.
———————————————————————
It has been two days since Isaac and Victor had scored big. Over the course of those two days they had picked up Victors friend Josh.
Another degenerate.
Isaac hated the world he was in but lacked the motivation or willpower to change. Helen had abandoned him, her husband and his goons given him one hell of a beating and he had no family left. This was all he had and wasn’t in the mood to lose it.
Despite this He hated the flocks of people anytime anyone had a little bit of money or product. Like vultures.
It was afternoon by the time Isaac woke up. He was already feeling shaky. He needed another fix and soon. Luckily he knew he didn’t have to go far to get it.
Isaac stumbled into the next room. “Eyyy Victor. I need some.”
“You, me both. I’m out.” One of the crumpled bodies in the corner shouted out.
It took a few moments for it to process in his fuzzy brain. “Are you serious? Where’s my stash man? You were keeping it for me?” The panic within Isaac evident in his voice.
“Josh had the last hit and left this morning man.” Victor replied.
Isaac hurried over to where Victor lay and grabbed him by the shirt. “He took the last? My stuff? Mine?” Isaac began violently shaking the degenerate junkie.
“Calm down! I have something lined up! Isaac please!”
Isaac stopped to hear out his friend “Yeah?”
Victor “yeah man a house just down the road a nice house, full of stuff. Once we move it then we will be sorted for a long while.”
Isaac “take me there. Now.”
A short walk later and they were stood outside a grand looking house.
Victor : “tonight we go in. I got it all lined up to sell.”
Isaac looked at the house chuckled and walked away.
He passed the letter box. The name was painted in the clear white against the black metal box.
The name was WILCOX
———————————————————————
“Isaac is there anything you’d like to share with us today?”
“Nope.” Isaac replied coldly
“You’ve been coming here now for months and you’ve yet to say a word.”
“What can I tell you man things are going well. I’ve been clean now for …..god what is it… I don’t know like 15 years.”
The room started clapping.
“Wow incredible….please Isaac share your journey. You’re an inspiration here.”
“It’s down to me. I started him off.” The room turned to see an older man. Dressed in all black at the entrance, holding something in his hands.
“David?” Isaac stood and looked on.
“How you doing kid?” He smiled and held up the collar of the man he had a firm grip of.
Isaac looked on “Victor?”