Post by Johnny Vachon on Apr 25, 2021 22:58:52 GMT -5
The sound of piss hitting grass and loud heavy metal music can be heard as we see the back of Kuntz taking a piss by a cornfield. As he shakes it clean and stumbles off into the corn Johnny pulls himself out of the van and stretches out. He turns to the crew and grabs the hair of two women before making his way towards the small gas station. Before going in he stops the girls and smiles.
“Now we’re going to go in here and get some snacks for the road. You grab a case of beer and put it in your shirt like your preggo. And you grab some snacks and some booze. I’ll handle the old fart at the counter and we’ll meet at the car. Got it?”
The two shake their heads as Johnny slips one some cash. The bills are all raggedy and torn, but money is money. They shoot through the doors one after the other as they part ways. One chick grabs some snacks, chips, and heads towards the wine section. The other one heads for the walk in beer cooler. Johnny eyes up the old man at the counter who looks at him with a look of disgust and fear. Johnny struts up and smiles as he leans against the counter. The old man backs up a bit, seeing trouble ahead.
“I've been through a hell of a lot in my life man. Born in the gutters, raised on the streets. I’m a roach when it comes to survival. Ain’t shit you can do about killing me. I've lived and seen it all. And I’ve died and seen the gates of hell. I’m standing here cuz God wouldn’t have me and the Devil didn’t want me. I’m the undead walking this Earth. And it’s people like you and that fucking neanderthal Sassafras that just don’t get it.”
The elderly man looks at Johnny confused. He doesn’t quite understand why the fuck this grungy, dirty, punk rock kid with a mohawk and a stench that could gag a maggot is rambling about. Johnny knows what he’s doing though. He might be drunk and higher than a kite in the Windy City, but his plans working. He comes closer to the counter as he plants his hands on the top. He looks at the elderly man and laughs as he stares into his eyes.
“I’m on a path of chaos. The old shtick of being an agent of chaos reigns true here. But I’m not doing it for any old reason. I’m simply doing it because… I… can! I’m sitting at the table with the baddest group to ever walk into the wrestling scene. We did what no one else said they could do. We beat the Filth Parade and ended then forever. The war has finally come to an end and I did the only thing I said I would do. I brought down the very thing I created. The very thing that screwed me over. They’re dust.”
Johnny blows the dirt off the countertop and the old man shivers, probably thinking Johnny was going to go after him. Johnny shakes his head as he begins to walk back and forth, pacing as he nods his head back and forth.
“So where do we go from there? We beat the only team able to stop us. We took over an entire wrestling company and now own the morherfucker! Where to go and what to do? That brings me here. The Kuntz man and old Johnny Boy, coming to the Battleground. Kuntz takes the Trench War strap this week. I go on to beat Sassafras the Bearded Wonderchild. And we move towards the next body to stack. You see, it’s not about winning Championships and becoming Hall of Famers. It’s about living and chasing that ultimate high. Murder Junkies born and breed. I’ve tasted the sweet release of death and I’ve been chasing it ever since I came back to life. And I’ve been begging someone to end it all. Yet here I stand. And here I breathe. Sassafras? Will you do me the ultimate honor? Or will you fall beneath my feet like the rest of them and become yet another stepping stone on the bloody path of the GHB?”
Johnny walks backwards towards the door as the two groupies head out the door. The elderly man notices them and clearly sees them stealing, who wouldn’t when they’re barely wearing a goddamn thing?
“STOP YOU THIEVES!”
They all break for it, but Johnny in his drunken state knocks over a rack of chips and it sends the whole shelving unit falling and shattering the front window. The old man grabs a shotgun from under the desk and runs towards Johnny, but he’s quick to clock him in the jaw with his fist. Johnny stumbles out the door and the old man chases him quickly. He fires a round, but it misses and hits one of the gas tanks sending it ablaze immediately. Johnny and the groupies dart towards the van as the old man speeds after with the shotgun. Suddenly, Kuntzy grabs the mans family jewels and causes him to shoot up into the air! The crew dive into the van, tires squeal as they drive off into the night, leaving devastation and destruction as the GHB do best.
“Now we’re going to go in here and get some snacks for the road. You grab a case of beer and put it in your shirt like your preggo. And you grab some snacks and some booze. I’ll handle the old fart at the counter and we’ll meet at the car. Got it?”
The two shake their heads as Johnny slips one some cash. The bills are all raggedy and torn, but money is money. They shoot through the doors one after the other as they part ways. One chick grabs some snacks, chips, and heads towards the wine section. The other one heads for the walk in beer cooler. Johnny eyes up the old man at the counter who looks at him with a look of disgust and fear. Johnny struts up and smiles as he leans against the counter. The old man backs up a bit, seeing trouble ahead.
“I've been through a hell of a lot in my life man. Born in the gutters, raised on the streets. I’m a roach when it comes to survival. Ain’t shit you can do about killing me. I've lived and seen it all. And I’ve died and seen the gates of hell. I’m standing here cuz God wouldn’t have me and the Devil didn’t want me. I’m the undead walking this Earth. And it’s people like you and that fucking neanderthal Sassafras that just don’t get it.”
The elderly man looks at Johnny confused. He doesn’t quite understand why the fuck this grungy, dirty, punk rock kid with a mohawk and a stench that could gag a maggot is rambling about. Johnny knows what he’s doing though. He might be drunk and higher than a kite in the Windy City, but his plans working. He comes closer to the counter as he plants his hands on the top. He looks at the elderly man and laughs as he stares into his eyes.
“I’m on a path of chaos. The old shtick of being an agent of chaos reigns true here. But I’m not doing it for any old reason. I’m simply doing it because… I… can! I’m sitting at the table with the baddest group to ever walk into the wrestling scene. We did what no one else said they could do. We beat the Filth Parade and ended then forever. The war has finally come to an end and I did the only thing I said I would do. I brought down the very thing I created. The very thing that screwed me over. They’re dust.”
Johnny blows the dirt off the countertop and the old man shivers, probably thinking Johnny was going to go after him. Johnny shakes his head as he begins to walk back and forth, pacing as he nods his head back and forth.
“So where do we go from there? We beat the only team able to stop us. We took over an entire wrestling company and now own the morherfucker! Where to go and what to do? That brings me here. The Kuntz man and old Johnny Boy, coming to the Battleground. Kuntz takes the Trench War strap this week. I go on to beat Sassafras the Bearded Wonderchild. And we move towards the next body to stack. You see, it’s not about winning Championships and becoming Hall of Famers. It’s about living and chasing that ultimate high. Murder Junkies born and breed. I’ve tasted the sweet release of death and I’ve been chasing it ever since I came back to life. And I’ve been begging someone to end it all. Yet here I stand. And here I breathe. Sassafras? Will you do me the ultimate honor? Or will you fall beneath my feet like the rest of them and become yet another stepping stone on the bloody path of the GHB?”
Johnny walks backwards towards the door as the two groupies head out the door. The elderly man notices them and clearly sees them stealing, who wouldn’t when they’re barely wearing a goddamn thing?
“STOP YOU THIEVES!”
They all break for it, but Johnny in his drunken state knocks over a rack of chips and it sends the whole shelving unit falling and shattering the front window. The old man grabs a shotgun from under the desk and runs towards Johnny, but he’s quick to clock him in the jaw with his fist. Johnny stumbles out the door and the old man chases him quickly. He fires a round, but it misses and hits one of the gas tanks sending it ablaze immediately. Johnny and the groupies dart towards the van as the old man speeds after with the shotgun. Suddenly, Kuntzy grabs the mans family jewels and causes him to shoot up into the air! The crew dive into the van, tires squeal as they drive off into the night, leaving devastation and destruction as the GHB do best.
