Post by maddogmarkwright on Jul 19, 2024 11:17:38 GMT -5
The sounds of songbirds echoed from the mountaintops and through the hollows as the sun began to peak over Appalachian mountains, glistening on the morning dew. A slight rustling disturbs the moment of serenity as Mad Dog crawls slowly through the brush to the ridge top for the perfect view of the Johnson’s cabin down below in the hollow. Mad Dog peers down the scope of his Winchester 270. With this rifle, he has dropped many deer, but today he has different prey.
Mad Dog was an expert marksman, on track to be a scout sniper in his USMC days, but decided not to reenlist when his wife became pregnant with their first child. Now Mad Dog would use what he learned fighting the Taliban to take out the Johnsons and rescue his father. Just as with his days in the core, Mad Dog was overwatch. But his brother Daniel, preferred to be hands-on, once a door kicker, always a door kicker.
From the end of the hollow, a light flickered, Mad Dog's cue that his brother was in position. Mad Dog looked through the scope to confirm it was his brother, who is a mountain of a man. “The Demon” as his brother Daniel was nicknamed, was alone and moving toward the cabin.
Mad Dog worked overwatch, making sure the path was clear as Daniel moved to the back corner of the cabin. From his backpack, Daniel removed a kerosene can and poured the fuel onto the cabin. Daniel lights a match and tosses it into the kerosene. Instantly the back corner of the cabin bursts into flames, and as it does Daniel runs around to the other side of the cabin. Mad Dog aims right at the front, and only door of the structure.
The door of the cabin flies open and the first of the three brothers rushes out and around the corner to check the fire. He begins screaming for his brothers, and then Mad Dog sees the other two come out and head for the back corner. As they exit Daniel moves around the corner and heads for the front door to enter the cabin, but as he gets to the threshold The Johnsons turn around to see the older Wright brother.
Thurman, the eldest of the Johnsons brothers reaches for his sidearm, but as he does Mad Dog squeezes the trigger of the 270 and lets the hammer drop. The crack of the rifle echoes through the hills as the older of the Johnsons brothers falls right where he is standing. As the echo of the rifle dissipates through the mountains and hollow there is a brief moment of peace and silence, but only a split second.
The remaining brothers snap around to the hillside where they believe the shot came from, with their pistols drawn. The Johnsons begin firing blindly, allowing Daniel to run into the cabin. Mad Dog hunkers down, and none of the pistol shots land close enough to bring worry, but he doesn't want to give away his position.
Mad Dog keeps looking toward the cabin entrance, nervousness growing by the second as the flames spread and he awaits the sight of his brother and father. After what seems like an eternity, but in reality is only a few minutes Daniel appears in the doorway, helping his father out of the burning cabin. As Mark sees his father, clearly beaten and battered, being dragged out of the cabin by as brother, as he is barely able to walk, it gives Mad Dog great relief but also fuels a rage inside of him.
Mad Dog aims again, a slow, deep breathe, followed by a slow and controlled exhale. As he gets to the end of his exhale Mad Dog squeezes the trigger again. Another crack of the rifle echos like thunder through the treetops, and another of the Johnsons falls dead where he is standing. The third, and youngest of the Johnsons looks at his brother lying next to him, dead with a bullet wound in his head.
“AAAAHHHHH!!!”, Harmon, the youngest of the Johnsons, shouts before throwing his gun down for Mark, and all present members of the Wright clan to see.
"I SURRENDER! PLEASE KILL ME!” he shouts as he steps out from behind the old wood pile he had hidden behind with his hands up. Daniel turns and aims his gun at the head of Harmon. Harmon takes a few steps backward, and through his scope, Mad Dog can see the crotch and legs of Harmon’s pants become wet as he pisses himself.
Mad Dog has no intention of shooting Harmon. Mad Dog had gone to school with Harmon and even played baseball with him. Harmon may have been from a sh*t family, but he was the most polished of the turds. Harmon had given up, probably didn’t even want to be there in the first place, just dragged there by his older brothers.
Daniel lowers his gun and signals for Harmon to leave. Harmon slowly turns and then begins running as fast as he can toward their vehicle. As Harmon gets his hand on the handle of the truck, Mad Dog fires another round from the 270, blowing the tire out on the beat-up old Dodge truck. Mad Dog may not want to kill Harmon, but he doesn’t want to make things easy on him.
Harmon panics for a moment as he looks at the tire, and then begins running down the road on foot. Harmon makes it about ten yards from the truck when Daniel raises his gun and shoots Harmon in the back of the head, killing him instantly.
Mad Dog grabs his walkie-talkie and shouts at his brother. “WHAT THE F**K DID YOU DO!?!”, Mad Dog shouts with anger and remorse in his voice.
The walkie-talky is static for a moment as Mad Dog waits for a reply. Mad Dog presses the button on the side again and speaks another message, “WHAT THE F**K!?!”.
Again there is static, but after a moment a reply comes through.
“F**k um, he was just a liability. Now get down here and help me dig these holes…. Over.”, Daniel replies.
Mad Dog drops his walkie and takes a moment to reflect on what had just happened. Flashbacks from Afghanistan began to run through his mind as Mad Dog looked down at his weapons and his hand,
What have I done?
Sunny Jim sits at a desk looking puzzled at the papers that lay upon it. Sunny scratches his head, before taking the pencil from his mouth and putting it behind his ear. Sunny picks up some of the papers, and looks at the ones under it as he shakes his head in confusion.
This makes no sense.
What don’t make no sense Sunny baby?
The crack of a can is heard as Mad Dog appears from the shadows holding a freshly opened PBR. Sunny tosses the papers down and throws his hands up.
It makes no sense how you beat Nova Jackson like he was a protestor in the seventies and you were a pro-government cop, but he gets an Intercontinental title match, and you are facing some goober named Gideon who’s only known for beating Milk Mayson and losing to current Bloodbath champion Cory Bull.
“Ain’t he beat Cory for it, only to turn around and lose it to him?”, Mad Dog asks as he takes a swig from his tallboy.
YES! That just shows how big of a loser Gideon King is, can’t hold onto the only thing that makes him relevant. Because, believe me, Gideon you are not relevant. Just like whatever this mystery stipulation of this match, irrelevant. No matter what kind of match this is Mad Dog is going to knock your pea-sized brain around inside of overside head of yours.
CONCUSS UM BABY!
Gideon King, I’m still trying to figure out how your name got across from Mad Dog’s in this Bloodbath qualifying match, and Nova Jackson’s name ended up across for Stone’s for the Intercontinental title, mostly because I had no idea who you are. You’re no one of note, and you’re nothing remarkable. The only thing you are, and the only thing you ever will be is a loser.
Bloodbath…. It’ll be a bloodbath alright, because no matter what the stipulation for this match may be, my client is going to make an example of you and bathe the front row in your blood when he busts you open and sends it splattering all over them. Gideon, you’re a nothing, a no one, a nobody, and a never will be.
Now, hold up a minute Sunny.
Mad Dog sits his can down on the corner of Sunny’s desk as Sunny looks at him a bit confused.
Now look Sunny, Gideon may not have the most impressive resume, and he may not be someone that is memorable to most of the DUB-GEE-DUB-EFF, but the man has held the Bloodbath championship before, that proves he’s a fine competitor. Besides, ain’t no one who can’t beat ya on any given night getting into the world's greatest wrestling federation. That’s the rumor anyway, even if John Blade and Latoya Hicks is here.
Gideon, I’m sure you ain’t a bad guy, and I’m sure you ain’t the worst rassler around either. I know in a place as packed with talent as the DUB-GEE-DUB-EFF that almost anyone on the roster could beat almost anyone else on the roster on any given night. Truth is though this whole booking situation done put a burr in my saddle. I reckon you could say I’m pissed off and mad about it.
I mean I win and then have to win again to get me a title match, but Nova loses and gets a title match, that makes about as much sense as tits on a bull. But I can’t control that, all I can control is how I respond to the situation, and Gideon old buddy I’m gonna respond by tanning your hide all over the boomer sooner aena.
On Smash I’m gonna slap ya to sleep, then slap ya for sleeping. Wake you up from this dream you have of winning that Bloodbath championship back. It don’t matter what the match is, don’t matter if it’s thumb wrestling or mud wrestling. I don’t give a good gosh dang if it’s a tickle fight or a barbed-wire up ya buttcrack match. Well, actually, my feets pretty ticklish, so I’m gonna lace um up tight just in case it is a tickle fight.
You better lace um up tight too Gideon, 'cause I’m gonna knock ya out your boots when I pop ya in the jaw like I’m post-prison Tyson. At the end of the day Gideon, I ain’t got northern against ya personally, but this decision done ticked me off and you just happen to be the fool who got put in my path to the big time. Tough luck for ya Gids, and an even tougher night
Ya see old Mad Dog destined to make it to Summer Madness, to make the whole dang summer go mad, but first I gotta earn my way into that bloodbath championship match, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Nothing worth having ever comes easy, and I ain’t one to have things handed to me like Nova. Na, old Mad Dog has had to scratch and claw for everything he done ever had in life, and this bloodbath championship ain’t gonna be no different.
Stipulations be damned, old Mad Dog don’t care what it is, cause at the end of the night the results will be the same. Mad Dog going on to Summer Madness, and Gideon King going mad.
Mad Dog was an expert marksman, on track to be a scout sniper in his USMC days, but decided not to reenlist when his wife became pregnant with their first child. Now Mad Dog would use what he learned fighting the Taliban to take out the Johnsons and rescue his father. Just as with his days in the core, Mad Dog was overwatch. But his brother Daniel, preferred to be hands-on, once a door kicker, always a door kicker.
From the end of the hollow, a light flickered, Mad Dog's cue that his brother was in position. Mad Dog looked through the scope to confirm it was his brother, who is a mountain of a man. “The Demon” as his brother Daniel was nicknamed, was alone and moving toward the cabin.
Mad Dog worked overwatch, making sure the path was clear as Daniel moved to the back corner of the cabin. From his backpack, Daniel removed a kerosene can and poured the fuel onto the cabin. Daniel lights a match and tosses it into the kerosene. Instantly the back corner of the cabin bursts into flames, and as it does Daniel runs around to the other side of the cabin. Mad Dog aims right at the front, and only door of the structure.
The door of the cabin flies open and the first of the three brothers rushes out and around the corner to check the fire. He begins screaming for his brothers, and then Mad Dog sees the other two come out and head for the back corner. As they exit Daniel moves around the corner and heads for the front door to enter the cabin, but as he gets to the threshold The Johnsons turn around to see the older Wright brother.
Thurman, the eldest of the Johnsons brothers reaches for his sidearm, but as he does Mad Dog squeezes the trigger of the 270 and lets the hammer drop. The crack of the rifle echoes through the hills as the older of the Johnsons brothers falls right where he is standing. As the echo of the rifle dissipates through the mountains and hollow there is a brief moment of peace and silence, but only a split second.
The remaining brothers snap around to the hillside where they believe the shot came from, with their pistols drawn. The Johnsons begin firing blindly, allowing Daniel to run into the cabin. Mad Dog hunkers down, and none of the pistol shots land close enough to bring worry, but he doesn't want to give away his position.
Mad Dog keeps looking toward the cabin entrance, nervousness growing by the second as the flames spread and he awaits the sight of his brother and father. After what seems like an eternity, but in reality is only a few minutes Daniel appears in the doorway, helping his father out of the burning cabin. As Mark sees his father, clearly beaten and battered, being dragged out of the cabin by as brother, as he is barely able to walk, it gives Mad Dog great relief but also fuels a rage inside of him.
Mad Dog aims again, a slow, deep breathe, followed by a slow and controlled exhale. As he gets to the end of his exhale Mad Dog squeezes the trigger again. Another crack of the rifle echos like thunder through the treetops, and another of the Johnsons falls dead where he is standing. The third, and youngest of the Johnsons looks at his brother lying next to him, dead with a bullet wound in his head.
“AAAAHHHHH!!!”, Harmon, the youngest of the Johnsons, shouts before throwing his gun down for Mark, and all present members of the Wright clan to see.
"I SURRENDER! PLEASE KILL ME!” he shouts as he steps out from behind the old wood pile he had hidden behind with his hands up. Daniel turns and aims his gun at the head of Harmon. Harmon takes a few steps backward, and through his scope, Mad Dog can see the crotch and legs of Harmon’s pants become wet as he pisses himself.
Mad Dog has no intention of shooting Harmon. Mad Dog had gone to school with Harmon and even played baseball with him. Harmon may have been from a sh*t family, but he was the most polished of the turds. Harmon had given up, probably didn’t even want to be there in the first place, just dragged there by his older brothers.
Daniel lowers his gun and signals for Harmon to leave. Harmon slowly turns and then begins running as fast as he can toward their vehicle. As Harmon gets his hand on the handle of the truck, Mad Dog fires another round from the 270, blowing the tire out on the beat-up old Dodge truck. Mad Dog may not want to kill Harmon, but he doesn’t want to make things easy on him.
Harmon panics for a moment as he looks at the tire, and then begins running down the road on foot. Harmon makes it about ten yards from the truck when Daniel raises his gun and shoots Harmon in the back of the head, killing him instantly.
Mad Dog grabs his walkie-talkie and shouts at his brother. “WHAT THE F**K DID YOU DO!?!”, Mad Dog shouts with anger and remorse in his voice.
The walkie-talky is static for a moment as Mad Dog waits for a reply. Mad Dog presses the button on the side again and speaks another message, “WHAT THE F**K!?!”.
Again there is static, but after a moment a reply comes through.
“F**k um, he was just a liability. Now get down here and help me dig these holes…. Over.”, Daniel replies.
Mad Dog drops his walkie and takes a moment to reflect on what had just happened. Flashbacks from Afghanistan began to run through his mind as Mad Dog looked down at his weapons and his hand,
What have I done?
I've had choices
Since the day that I was born
There were voices
That told me right from wrong
If I had listened
No, I wouldn't be here today
Since the day that I was born
There were voices
That told me right from wrong
If I had listened
No, I wouldn't be here today
Sunny Jim sits at a desk looking puzzled at the papers that lay upon it. Sunny scratches his head, before taking the pencil from his mouth and putting it behind his ear. Sunny picks up some of the papers, and looks at the ones under it as he shakes his head in confusion.
This makes no sense.
What don’t make no sense Sunny baby?
The crack of a can is heard as Mad Dog appears from the shadows holding a freshly opened PBR. Sunny tosses the papers down and throws his hands up.
It makes no sense how you beat Nova Jackson like he was a protestor in the seventies and you were a pro-government cop, but he gets an Intercontinental title match, and you are facing some goober named Gideon who’s only known for beating Milk Mayson and losing to current Bloodbath champion Cory Bull.
“Ain’t he beat Cory for it, only to turn around and lose it to him?”, Mad Dog asks as he takes a swig from his tallboy.
YES! That just shows how big of a loser Gideon King is, can’t hold onto the only thing that makes him relevant. Because, believe me, Gideon you are not relevant. Just like whatever this mystery stipulation of this match, irrelevant. No matter what kind of match this is Mad Dog is going to knock your pea-sized brain around inside of overside head of yours.
CONCUSS UM BABY!
Gideon King, I’m still trying to figure out how your name got across from Mad Dog’s in this Bloodbath qualifying match, and Nova Jackson’s name ended up across for Stone’s for the Intercontinental title, mostly because I had no idea who you are. You’re no one of note, and you’re nothing remarkable. The only thing you are, and the only thing you ever will be is a loser.
Bloodbath…. It’ll be a bloodbath alright, because no matter what the stipulation for this match may be, my client is going to make an example of you and bathe the front row in your blood when he busts you open and sends it splattering all over them. Gideon, you’re a nothing, a no one, a nobody, and a never will be.
Now, hold up a minute Sunny.
Mad Dog sits his can down on the corner of Sunny’s desk as Sunny looks at him a bit confused.
Now look Sunny, Gideon may not have the most impressive resume, and he may not be someone that is memorable to most of the DUB-GEE-DUB-EFF, but the man has held the Bloodbath championship before, that proves he’s a fine competitor. Besides, ain’t no one who can’t beat ya on any given night getting into the world's greatest wrestling federation. That’s the rumor anyway, even if John Blade and Latoya Hicks is here.
Gideon, I’m sure you ain’t a bad guy, and I’m sure you ain’t the worst rassler around either. I know in a place as packed with talent as the DUB-GEE-DUB-EFF that almost anyone on the roster could beat almost anyone else on the roster on any given night. Truth is though this whole booking situation done put a burr in my saddle. I reckon you could say I’m pissed off and mad about it.
I mean I win and then have to win again to get me a title match, but Nova loses and gets a title match, that makes about as much sense as tits on a bull. But I can’t control that, all I can control is how I respond to the situation, and Gideon old buddy I’m gonna respond by tanning your hide all over the boomer sooner aena.
On Smash I’m gonna slap ya to sleep, then slap ya for sleeping. Wake you up from this dream you have of winning that Bloodbath championship back. It don’t matter what the match is, don’t matter if it’s thumb wrestling or mud wrestling. I don’t give a good gosh dang if it’s a tickle fight or a barbed-wire up ya buttcrack match. Well, actually, my feets pretty ticklish, so I’m gonna lace um up tight just in case it is a tickle fight.
You better lace um up tight too Gideon, 'cause I’m gonna knock ya out your boots when I pop ya in the jaw like I’m post-prison Tyson. At the end of the day Gideon, I ain’t got northern against ya personally, but this decision done ticked me off and you just happen to be the fool who got put in my path to the big time. Tough luck for ya Gids, and an even tougher night
Ya see old Mad Dog destined to make it to Summer Madness, to make the whole dang summer go mad, but first I gotta earn my way into that bloodbath championship match, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Nothing worth having ever comes easy, and I ain’t one to have things handed to me like Nova. Na, old Mad Dog has had to scratch and claw for everything he done ever had in life, and this bloodbath championship ain’t gonna be no different.
Stipulations be damned, old Mad Dog don’t care what it is, cause at the end of the night the results will be the same. Mad Dog going on to Summer Madness, and Gideon King going mad.