Post by Ragnarok on Dec 28, 2022 14:32:01 GMT -5
OOC: End of the year has been emotional and physically exhausting for me. I opted to do some CD. Sorry I let you guys down. I was really looking forward to putting in a great effort for my RP. I will get a few segments in though.
The lights of Las Vegas shined brighter than ever. There was an underlying truth for Punisher. Before WGWF existed, big pun had already experienced the darker side of Vegas. It did not bother him though because it helped him on the journey. In fact, as the stadium got closer, he thought about that moment when he joined a crazy biker gang that would dominant his life for a few years before his big break in the industry. It all started on a Saturday night while riding his bike.
The name is Christopher Caruso. I'm lost in a world of craziness. The pain I deal with is never ending. Life has been cruel to me but yet I arrive in Vegas looking for a new life. The storm was raging above me as I saw a stranger in the distance. I just wanted to know what direction I should go being new to this city. I get off my bike as a tall, bearded man approached me.
Gang Leader: Look what we have here fellas. Someone lost and waiting to be found.
Christopher Caruso: Um I'm good actually. I just want to know where in Vegas I should go. I just arrived and the life I left behind was not the best.
Gang Leader: Do you think I care? I'll help you find what you seek in this God forsaken city. However, it will cost you. What are you willing to do in order to please me?
Christopher Caruso: You know what don't worry about it. I'll manage like I always do.
Gang Leader: Kid. You walk away from me it will be the worse mistake of your life. We can offer you peace, protection and your deeper desires. We need someone to do a job for us. If you do we will make you an honorary member. You will get to keep the item you need to steal. It is worth 50,000 dollars.
The idea of such an expensive item to a kid without working for it sounded perfect.
Christopher Caruso: I'll do it but it's gotta be quick.
Gang Leader: It will be.
They tell him the plan. He makes his way to a local bike shop He walks inside after they tell him which bike to look for. He traced his fingers against the beautiful paint job as he looked around and does not see one member of the staff bugging him. He checks the price to verify it was the right one.
Christopher Caruso: This is it.
This is when he put the plan into action. Perhaps he could trick the staff into a unique situation. He heads up front and noticed a sweet young lady at the desk as he looks down at the girl with a fake smile.
Christopher Caruso: Excuse me, ma'am I was interested in this particular bike around the corner. Is there a way I can have the key to start it up and hear the roar of that engine?
The place was poorly staffed, and she was alone today. It was against policy usually but today she just did not care. She follows him to get the item number and comes back with the key handing it to him expecting to make her very first sell since being there. Christopher was handed the key as he thanked the young lady and took a seat putting the key in the ignition. The roar of the engine sent chills down his spine this was the moment he waited for since childhood. He did not have much experience driving motorcycles, but it would not stop him from trying. The girl is on her phone texting away when he looks leaving him the chance to put the motorcycle in drive and slowly making his way out of the dealership. By the time she looked up Christopher was crashing through the front door and hitting the strip with his fresh Harley Davidson. She managed to call the police giving the best description she could as he accelerated past the gang leader as they followed him. He knew that his body size was perfect for this setting. The leader of the gang drove past him and led the way to a hideout nearby. The sirens are heard in the distance. One of his biggest fears was being arrested but living dangerously was the best. Soon then arrive at a hideout. Deep in the Nevada back country. Away from the crazy life of downtown. Once the rest of the gang caught up he noticed the logo on one of the jackets.
Gang Leader: Thank you for doing what was asked. I'm the leader of Hells Angel. Lets go inside and talk more shall we?
They disappear into the hideout.
The lights of Las Vegas shined brighter than ever. There was an underlying truth for Punisher. Before WGWF existed, big pun had already experienced the darker side of Vegas. It did not bother him though because it helped him on the journey. In fact, as the stadium got closer, he thought about that moment when he joined a crazy biker gang that would dominant his life for a few years before his big break in the industry. It all started on a Saturday night while riding his bike.
The name is Christopher Caruso. I'm lost in a world of craziness. The pain I deal with is never ending. Life has been cruel to me but yet I arrive in Vegas looking for a new life. The storm was raging above me as I saw a stranger in the distance. I just wanted to know what direction I should go being new to this city. I get off my bike as a tall, bearded man approached me.
Gang Leader: Look what we have here fellas. Someone lost and waiting to be found.
Christopher Caruso: Um I'm good actually. I just want to know where in Vegas I should go. I just arrived and the life I left behind was not the best.
Gang Leader: Do you think I care? I'll help you find what you seek in this God forsaken city. However, it will cost you. What are you willing to do in order to please me?
Christopher Caruso: You know what don't worry about it. I'll manage like I always do.
Gang Leader: Kid. You walk away from me it will be the worse mistake of your life. We can offer you peace, protection and your deeper desires. We need someone to do a job for us. If you do we will make you an honorary member. You will get to keep the item you need to steal. It is worth 50,000 dollars.
The idea of such an expensive item to a kid without working for it sounded perfect.
Christopher Caruso: I'll do it but it's gotta be quick.
Gang Leader: It will be.
They tell him the plan. He makes his way to a local bike shop He walks inside after they tell him which bike to look for. He traced his fingers against the beautiful paint job as he looked around and does not see one member of the staff bugging him. He checks the price to verify it was the right one.
Christopher Caruso: This is it.
This is when he put the plan into action. Perhaps he could trick the staff into a unique situation. He heads up front and noticed a sweet young lady at the desk as he looks down at the girl with a fake smile.
Christopher Caruso: Excuse me, ma'am I was interested in this particular bike around the corner. Is there a way I can have the key to start it up and hear the roar of that engine?
The place was poorly staffed, and she was alone today. It was against policy usually but today she just did not care. She follows him to get the item number and comes back with the key handing it to him expecting to make her very first sell since being there. Christopher was handed the key as he thanked the young lady and took a seat putting the key in the ignition. The roar of the engine sent chills down his spine this was the moment he waited for since childhood. He did not have much experience driving motorcycles, but it would not stop him from trying. The girl is on her phone texting away when he looks leaving him the chance to put the motorcycle in drive and slowly making his way out of the dealership. By the time she looked up Christopher was crashing through the front door and hitting the strip with his fresh Harley Davidson. She managed to call the police giving the best description she could as he accelerated past the gang leader as they followed him. He knew that his body size was perfect for this setting. The leader of the gang drove past him and led the way to a hideout nearby. The sirens are heard in the distance. One of his biggest fears was being arrested but living dangerously was the best. Soon then arrive at a hideout. Deep in the Nevada back country. Away from the crazy life of downtown. Once the rest of the gang caught up he noticed the logo on one of the jackets.
Gang Leader: Thank you for doing what was asked. I'm the leader of Hells Angel. Lets go inside and talk more shall we?
They disappear into the hideout.