Sympathy for the devil (TBC Corey Bull)

I sit in a darkened corner of a local pub. I've had about a gallon of Jameson. My hair is disheveled and my eyes are blood shot. I am wearing my Sons of Anarchy nomad vest. Little do people know, I'm packing heat and blades. In light of recent events the amount of fucks I give are zero. What is real? My blood shot eyes scan the crowd and I see a familiar face walk in. I just stay in the shadows and see what happens. While I wait a waitress brings me another bottle of Jameson as the I'm at the bottom of the half gallon bottle. This makes the toll a gallon and a half for those keeping score.

I nod my head, as I pick up my cigarettes from the table. I flip one into the air and catch the filter between my lips. I light it with a complimentary match from the pub. I look at the woman.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced. The name is Storming Raven. Please have a seat."

This should make for an interesting night. The enemy of my enemy is my friend right? I twist the cap off the bottle of Jameson and take a long drink.

"Eight years in this business and where the hell has it gotten me?"

I stand up and grab my bottle of Jameson. I walk perfectly over to the table and sit with the one known as the hatebringer.

"O'siyo. It would seem we have a common enemy. Two really. Hollywood's Fucking Finest."

One of the Bowie knives falls from my belt. I bend down to pick it up.

"It is funny. Life is like walking in the thin edge of a sharp knife. One little slip and it's all over."

I put the knife back in it's sheath and wait for the hatebringer to respond.

I take a drink from the bottle.

"It all started when I beat them both in back to back weeks after they trespassed in my locker room, and put their hands on my fiancee. They now know they can't beat me in the ring so they decided to try mind games. Ace invited my fiancee out for drinks last night under the white flag of truce. I tried to tell her it was deceit from the beginning. Leopards do not change their spots. They got drunk, and Ace is saying they had sex, even so far as to say there's a tape. These things don't add up. One it takes a lot longer than twenty four hours to mass produce something like that, and get the artwork for the cover. Two, the pic of her is from an old photo shoot. They obviously photo shopped their disgraceful logo on her shirt."

I take another drink and a long drawl from my cigarette.

"Option 2? He drugged her drink, and raped her, and filmed it. I wouldn't think anyone would be that stupid. Either way he's a dead man walking. There is a whole other side to me people seldom see. I raised myself on the street from the ages twelve to eighteen. I learned some things the hard way. I've killed men. I'm not proud of it, but there it is. I did time in Juvi and adult prison. I did what I had to do to survive."

It's as if I lose my hearing for a second. The only sound is my heart beat in my ears. It slowly comes back to me but I mentally drown out the raucous bar crowd. My face goes blank and emotionless. My voice is deathly quiet as I speak.

"Will I be ready to fight?"

I take the Bowie knife from the sheathe on my belt, and proceed to make a cut along my palm, not showing any pain. I squeeze my palm and let the blood drip down my arm and to the floor.

"I was BORN ready to fight. Especially a boil on the ass of society like those two."

I look down on the floor at the pool of my own blood. It seems to put me in a trance. Finally I look up switching from Calypso back to Corey.

"How can we hurt them the most? It's time they realize there is more to me than what they see. You can take the man off the street, but you can't take the street out of the man."

A devilish look comes in my eye as well as a grin.

"Is there anything left he cares about? A family member? A house?"

I take a black zippo out of my pocket. If one looks closer they would see the same logo that's on the back of my vest, the words Sons of Anarchy with a grim reaper holding a crystal ball with an Anarchy symbol and AK-47 with a scythe. I flick the flame into life and stare into it.

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."

I nod slowly.

"I am like a caged animal. If you corner me I attack. Consequences be damned."

I take another drink from the bottle of Jameson and signal the waitress for another.

"HFF is but two men. What will they do when there is an army against them?"

I smirk as I take a pamphlet for an advertisement out of my vest pocket.

"Oh they want to play mind games? Well I can play too. I have a little present for Ace....."

I slide the pamphlet advertisement across the table. It is for a website called "crabrevenge.com"

"Perhaps you could cause some kind of distraction, and I can sneak into the HFF locker room, and slip those little critters in their luggage."

I nod in understanding.

"I understand. I am ready. Any time you need to speak to me. I'll be there. I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty."