#2 Jinx [vs.] William Darlington #15

My name's James Walker, I handle Jinx. What I mean is I'm his personal bitch. The clown has been throwing himself into a lot of fires lately, and it's getting harder and harder not to get burned myself. I wasn't thrilled that Jinx was competing in the Battle for the Briefcase, at least not after the disappointment of From the Ashes II

Jinx went from being everyone's favorite Full Throttle champion, to just another ICP wannabe at FTA II

I walked into the clown's office at Arcview asylum, there I spotted the clown and his new squeeze.

She was making her self a drink.

All 3 feet of here.

Brandy was the girl the clown feel for one drunken night at Whiskey Pete's, It's been a very long time since Jinx found any one from the opposite sex attractive. Brandy was the first one, since Alyssa Lee walked out on the clown almost 4 years ago. Can't really blame Alyssa for walking out, there relationship was a one sided affair. The clown used to make Alyssa do some good awful things. Jinx once even made her fuck corpse for his sick pleasure. It's how she got her pet name from the clown 'Zombie Fucker'

But things were different with Brandy.

They were both bat shit crazy, and what better mix for a clown then a midget? Brandy stood at a perfect hight for a blow job on the go. Tonight, all she had on was one of Jinx's old PWR t-shirts and her panties. The shirt it self looked like a nightgown, it floated on her small frame. It made her look like a child wearing there parents clothing.

Jinx found It to be adorable, to him Brady was a living doll

..:: Brandy The Midget ::..
"Joining the Battle for the briefcase was a stupid move"

she said, looking up at The clown. I was standing behind the bar, trying to not be notice. The last thing I wanted to be invited to was a three-way between a clown and a midget. Brandy really never has been one to mince words. Most of the time she doesn't speak. Another reason why I think the clown love her! But when she does open up the hole in her face, she usually says what she's thinking.

..:: Brandy The Midget ::..
"... The last thing you need is another disappointment. You just stopped crying over the lose to William, can't I enjoy some sanity"

'I wasn't crying ...'

* Sniff ... Sniff *

This would be the part where she goes all angry dwarf, and tells the Clown how wrong he really was, I've seen this scene to many times since Brandy came into this dysfunctional family. This time, she simply walked out of the room. Seconds later, something crashed hard against something else, and the sound of broken glass filled the air. I guess it was a good thing the clown didn't have anything really expensive in his office. So really, Jinx didn't give two shits what she was breaking

Until she came out holding the CWC Championship, even my balls sucked up into my stomach. The CWC World Championship was the clown's most prized trophy. It reminded him of 2010 when the clown was unstoppable. It's the career level we've been trying to get to since we signed with the Insurgency. The clown has almost been blacklisted from almost all major promotions.

The Insurgency was his last chance, and Brandy had his reminded in a vice grip. I looked at Jinx who was stunned for a second, but quickly played it off by donning a smirk on his scared face

'Oo are we finally dipping into the world of Role playing? Kinky!'

..:: Brandy the Midget ::..
'I plan on destroying this'

I nearly coughed up my bourbon, and the clown's attitude drastically changed. And the mood in the room, became a hostel one. You could sense the tension in the air, I was sure by the end of the night Jinx was going to be stuffing Brandy inside a happy meal box

'Why would you even consider such a horrific act?'

..:: Brandy the Midget ::..
'Because you plan on replacing it with the briefcase, which would pretty much hand you a world Championship title. So why keep this old piece of junk laying around?'

'That sounds dreamy love, but why don't we wait until I actually have the world title before we go off selling my trophy's on ebay!'

..:: Brandy the Midget ::..
'Maybe, lord knows I can't put up with any more of your whining tonight'

'Like I said ... I WASNT CRYING!'

..:: Brandy the Midget ::..
'Then why is your face paint running? With all that mascara running you look like a supermodel who was just denied a coke bender'

The clown quickly started trying to put back together his face paint, Brandy tossed the CWC championship on his desk. Just then my cell started to vibrate, the text was cryptic to say the least

Quote :

"Meet me at the Broken Egg, leave the clown inside his cell. We got some things we need to talk about in private. I can't stress the repercussions if Jinx finds out about this meeting"

I looked at Jinx he was still toying with his face, I slide out the door and the clown didn't even notice I was gone. Or maybe he didn't even notice I was standing there in the first place. I made a bee line to the parking-lot and in minutes was heading to the Broken Egg

I didn't now who I was meeting

Or what this was all about

My gut feeling told me nothing good would come from it



'Good day, good evening, good whatever-the-fuck-time-it-is, boy's and girls, welcome back to the world of the Insurgency. It feel's like weeks since we last saw each other! Now for all the ASWF refugees, you're probably wondering just who the fuck I am.'

'Rest assured, you'll see who I am and what I can do in due course, but for now, I'll give you the short introduction. My name is Jinx, and I am the clown prince of the insurgency'

'What, exactly, does this mean? It sure as fuck doesn't mean I'm royalty. What It means Is I don't give a flying fuck who you are, who you work for, who you've beaten, what titles you've won, or who you mom you had to anal rape to get your spot in this business. To me, you're all garbage, little pieces of diggleberries attached to the asshole of life that just haven't been plucked away yet.'

'Some of you might not have heard of me, but that's no reason to discredit me. While William Darlington Mr. captain British himself -- has been tearing shit up on the unemployment line, I've been padding my career with more accomplishments. Did I mention, I'm the only man to ever hold the CWC World championship twice?'

'I have studied every in-ring aspect of the wrestling business. But unlike many people who boast they don't give a rat's ass about the fans, calling them cattle and sheep and fickle, shallow nobodies, I do care about the fans.'

'After all, they are the ones who ultimately supply the money we get paid, with every ticket they purchase, every pay-per-view they order, every piece of merchandise they buy. And here's the really amusing part: the more you hate on them, the more you treat them like dirt... the more they'll pay to come back for more.'

'Every crowd I've wrestled in front of might have started out being indifferent to me -- another 'washed up gimmick wrestler, trying to resurrect his golden year,' to use the words of some of the bloggers out there -- but by the end of the night, I always had them screaming for my blood. I am utterly without shame, and there are no lengths I will not stoop to in order to get that edge on my opponent, and to get the crowd to hate me.'

'Let's face facts William, you were brought into this company to help get it off the ground, and as soon as the stock jumped up your were kicked to the curb faster then a one-night stand. I can't even remember the last time you wrestled. You quickly went from the Insurgency roster to the easily forgotten file where people like Nick Ridicule, Swan Lee, and Justin Kash currently call home'

'You're nothing Bub.'

'Hell even the little stable you had here has been forgotten. Which isn't surprising since it seemed like a bad storyline from a wrestling video game. I have myself a circus, and it isn't even a stable, yet it gets more attention then you band of misfits ever did. If you honestly believe that I'm going to be a pushover, you can go fuck yourself.'

'You can present that smug face all you want to, William, you can sit there and amp yourself up as if you were having a one man prep rally, but the fact is, that if you aren't shaking in your fucking shoes, you really ARE in need of a protective helmet. Regardless of what you've done, or who you've been in the ring with in the past, you have never been in the ring with me. Even on my off day, I can still turn you out to be a one night trick, and unlike you I got the career to prove it. I'm going to make your grand return a forgettable one! I'm going to show you what the big leagues are all about Will. I'm going to make you look like the inept little man you really are'

'Take a break from blowing smoke up your ass, and let the reality of things soak in. Your not a better wrestler then me, you're nothing close to what is required to be a challenge. And that's not me stroking my ego, that's me whipping out my three inch killer and slapping you with the truth. You're nothing but a first round bye kid'

'As much as you'd like to believe otherwise, as much as you wanna believe I'm some Jiggalo, I'm a motivated nut case and you're my playdate for the week'

'See you at Battle Grounds Kid'

'ToOotLlEsSsS'

Besides his midget troubles, Jinx has been on a downward spiral the last couple of weeks. He's been losing almost everything he worked hard to gain. He even turned down a chance to host a Hi-Jinx on the insurgency's biggest stage. And with the strings of loses, I can't help but feel that the clown's on Isabella's radar.

That bitch has been cleaning house the day she represented the insurgency board

Jinx wasn't fighting to gain the briefcase, he could very will be fighting for his job, a first round elimination could be the clown's swan song. For all the years I've had the pleasure of being Jinx's personal bitch, I learned that the clown is a dangerous person when he has everything on the line. He was also unpredictable, and there was no telling just what he will do to William Darlington

And with all this bullshit with Jinx, I was still meeting an admirer of mine

I got a mysterious text from an unknown person, asking me to meet them. At first I wasn't going to show up. I'm just the clown's lackey, I shouldn't even be bothered to handle this. But I found my self curios about just what this person had to say about Jinx and the entire fun time circus

'The Broken Egg'

Walking into the small mom and pop diner, I took a quick look at everyone in the joint. No one really stood out, so I took a seat on the stole in front of the diner counter. I pulled a menu from the napkin holder, and started to look at what they had to offer

May as well treat myself to some brunch

..:: Voice ::..
'How's the food here, Jimmy?'

Alyssa Lee, the zombie fucker herself. I should have guessed it was her who sent the text. Alyssa has a reputation of popping up when she sees fit. And every time she comes around, trouble follows. Ever since she broke away from the clown, she's had on thing on her mind.

Revenge

..:: James Walker ::..
'S'good ... I didn't order a side of drama, though'

..:: Alyssa Lee ::..
'Ha. thats a good one'

She reached over and took a sip of my coffee

..:: Alyssa Lee ::..
'Guess the clowny is finally rubbing off on you'

..:: James Walker ::..
'I don' know what your talking about'

..:: Alyssa Lee ::..
'Jinx is taking on more then he can handle, you know that much'

..:: James Walker ::..
'The whole world can see that. It's been the clown's story since 2010'

The waitress came over to take my order, I picked the menu back up and Alyssa politely smiled and placed her hand on the menu and handed it to the waitress. I had no idea what the hell Alyssa was pulling but I wasn't please with her bold move. Alyssa, paid me no attention, she just looked the waitress in the eyes

..:: Alyssa Lee ::..
'He just lost his apatite ... and he's late for a very intresting meeting'

So much for brunch

I went with Alyssa, figured I really had no choice. I had no idea I was throwing myself off the edge. The moment we walked into the office, I fully understood this was a suicidal meeting. Standing in the office was two men, the one standing in the back of the office was a long time rival, Scott Rage and standing front and center was the original creator of NLWF Ramirez Silva. Inside his office, a pretty official looking office. One would think these three were creating a fan club for the clown.

I was surly in for a kiss from 'Sally' for attending this meeting

..:: Ramirez Sivla ::..
'Mister Walker ... I can't tell you it's a pleasure to meet you ... Circumstances won't allow that.'

..:: James Walker ::..
'I'm ah ... Sorry they ain't different, Mr. Silva'

..:: Ramirez Silva ::..
'... What if they were?'

..:: James Walker ::..
'Could they be?'

..:: Ramirez Silva ::..
'Maybe'

Rage kept his mouth shut, it was clear Silva was the man pulling the strings around here

..:: James Walker ::..
'What the hell is this all about? I have a client to train'

..:: Ramirez Silva ::..
'Was that an attempt at humor? Jinx isn't your client, your his man slave.'

..:: James Walker ::..
'Look, this whole anti-Jinx justice league thing is cute, but it's not my style.'

I turned to leave, but of course it wouldn't be that easy

..:: Ramirez Silva ::..
'Do you wish to know why you were even brought here?'

I didn't say a word

I didn't even turn around

Just stood there

..:: Ramirez Silva ::..
'You know you are involved with a sick man who will see you die? He will stand over your body, with your blood on his hands and I promise you he will laugh ... not because your life means nothing to him ... but because death, for him is the punch line! A very sick man. A disease, that this sport can't afford to catch! Do you understand what I'm telling you?'

..:: James Walker ::..
'I don't understand why you are...'

..:: Ramirez Silva ::..
'I'm hoping, Mr. Walker, that you will. When the time comes. For some reason, the sick man trusts you. We'd like to as well...'

I walked out the office with out hearing or saying another word.

I walked for miles.

My legs ached from walking. I just kept walking and walking. All the way up to the top of the world. Or to the edge of my apartment buildings 10 story roof. I stood at the edge looking around. I stayed there all day.

Just ... stood there

I don't know why, maybe it was because it was the last place I wanted to be

There was a cloud of bullshit about to drop down on the clown prince

I wasn't sure I wanted to be put into this impossible position

Maybe I should just end it all

With one step...



'William fancy pants, listen up dingleberry when you’re in the ring with me, never assume you’re in the driver’s seat. Never assume you have me beat. Never assume that you’re going to win. Because I can turn the tables in a heartbeat.'

'In a split second I can shattered your ego, and easily move on to the next round'

'This is gonna be the most entertaining ass-kicking the world has ever seen, folks.'

'Now I'm sure William is all full of piss and vinegar, ready to prove that he walks my hallowed ground. Well, dipshit, you don't, plain and simple. You are are the meal for the mighty to feast on. People like me devour morsels like you week in and week out, laying each paving stone on our paths to greatness, and in my case, Immortality, and all any of you can do about it, is hope the greats you're fortunate enough to get to face aren't particularly pissed off when your number comes up.'

'Well, you're in a bit of luck, William. I'm in a pretty good mood, considering in the second seed in this tournament. All you have to do is keep your fucking mouth shut, and not anger me, and I promise, I won't end you. If you're a good little curtain jerker and treat me with the respect befitting someone of my station. See, I can be benevolent. But do not, in any way confuse that for weakness, because the moment you think you have anything near what it takes to defeat me, I will make you regret that your mother ever laid eyes on that deadbeat you call daddy. You can keep whatever hidden desires you may hold about being able to beat me, as long as you treat like straight men treat their assholes, and keep it to yourself.'

'You think you have anything in your small and totally ineffective arsenal that can even help you keep up with me?'

'Your fate has been sealed, and it is inescapable. You are simply are no match for me, William, but I bet you already knew that, didn't yea?' But don't let that stop you from trying. If you have anything akin to an "A game".... please bring it to Battle Grounds this week. It won't avail you, but it's always nice to know I'm getting someone's best effort, no matter how pathetic it really is. But any thoughts you have of being successful, or even actually winning this week'

'Should be left with your overpaid butler.'

'ToOtLeSsS'