| Twenty-Nine, Outside Nevada; Ronnie RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 14 2010, 02:10 AM (75 Views) | |
| IM Hate | Apr 14 2010, 02:10 AM Post #1 |
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‘May someone take pity on the weak, for my level of mercy vanished at Showdown. That infamous phone call and a few simple words softly spoken. It made me realize just exactly how cruel the world can be. The world in which I once help protect, I now find hatred for. A desire to strike a match, and watch it burn to ashes. Some may not agree, but I do not look for acceptance in what I do, or even in who I am. Today is no different than a week or two ago, I am still not searching for it. I merely have a task, a goal, and a destiny. In a nutshell, they are all the same. The end will justify the means, no doubting that idea… The time is what I question however. No matter how many times you flip that hour glass, the sand does not slow down for anyone!’ Ronnie is on the side of the road in the desert. While inside his car, looking as if he is about to be sick on his stomach. He puts the car in drive and slowly starts off heading back down the road. His GPS indicates that the destination is near, as he makes a right and goes straight down into a housing community. His speed decreases to about twenty miles an hour, as he passes a few brick homes until he turns into the driveway of one. As he comes to a stop behind a SUV, he puts the car in park and turns off the ignition of his car. He looks at the house and back at his steering wheel. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. He looks at his dog tags hanging on his mirrors and grabs them. He finally puts them on since leaving as he steps out the car and slams the door behind him. He slowly walks up the path towards the steps, viewing the ‘IN MEMORY’ flowers he shakes his head. He steps onto the porch and walks up to the door. He knocks on the door three times in a steady pattern. He waits, as the door slowly opens up and a dark headed woman with tears in her eyes gain a big smile on her face as she spots Ronnie. ‘Thank you so much Ronnie!’ The woman says, opening up the screen door and wrapping her arms around Ronnie Long in a long embrace. Ronnie just wraps his arms around her. ‘It’s my pleasure Sarah; I wish I could say this was on better terms!’ The embrace ends, as Ronnie and Sarah take a seat on the swing on the porch. Around Sarah’s neck, a set of dog tags. Ronnie’s eyes are fixed on them, as a tear slowly rolls down his cheek and lands on the porch. ‘I thought he would always be around Ronnie. No matter how many tours he went on, how many front lines he served on… He was always coming home to me! And now, he is just gone!’ Ronnie rubs his cheek, wiping off the trail of tear that formed on it. He takes a deep breath and looks around at his surroundings taking notice of everything and everyone. ‘What do they want Sarah?’ She looks up at Ronnie, and a silence overtakes the two as she goes to a blank expression without blinking. ‘SARAH!’ She jumps, and the tears start back. ‘They want money, and not just a little Ronnie. The four-hundred thousand dollars of life insurance will not even take a chunk out of it! I have maybe forty grand in the bank. We did not have a lot Ronnie, and you know that for sure!’ Ronnie pulls out his cell phone and starts to surf the net at his checking account. As the balance shows, he hands it to her. ‘Is that enough Sarah?’ She shakes her head no, as she hands the phone back over. ‘Are you serious? Who do these people think they are? They are not going to get much from a widow of a Marine and they should realize that!’ She pats him on his leg and stands up from the swing. She walks over to the flowers, smelling them. She looks back at Ronnie and tries her best to give a half hearted smile. ‘They said if I contact any authorities they would kill her Ronnie. I CAN NOT LOSE HER TOO RONNIE!’ She starts to cry heavily again. ‘They want about triple of what is in your checking account Ronnie, how can I get that?’ Ronnie comes up off the swing and walks over to Sarah, as whispers into her ear. ‘Do not fret Sarah! If more money is what you need, more money is what I will get. I made a promise to your husband several years ago to protect you and his daughter if anything happen to him. He was more than a brother, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get that money!’ Ronnie gives her a kiss on the check as he heads back to his car. He grabs the door handle and pulls open the door and climbs inside shutting the door behind him. His phone starts to ring, as flips it open to read the text message from his agent. Ronnie nods his head and closes the phone and starts up the car. He backs up out the driveway and heads back down the road. He cuts off the radio. ‘Howard, you have something I need! There is no need in bullshitting about the desire I have to obtain it either. More wins, means more money… Both are what I need to reach a goal to save something important to me and to uphold a promise I made. Defeating you and becoming the Las Vegas Champion increases my pay, hypes my merchandise, and makes my profit sharing bonuses increase. I could spend an hour or two in a bar somewhere, drinking myself stupid. Return home and flap my gums about some ramble bullshit people proclaim is the FOURTH WALL. Truth is Howard, you are a man with money and I am a man in need of money. You cannot dangle a steak in front of a lion and not expect him to rip your fucking arm off! It’s the nature of the jungle and I am the king. You are just a hunter trying to bag yourself a trophy. A bullet maybe fast and deadly, but you have to be able to take me out before I make you dinner. At this moment, I am hungry, and come Sunday night, I will be starving! So eat your sushi, and drink your fine wines. Taste the expensive cheeses, and park some more damn cars. I plan on starving, just so there is enough room to finish my feast of some HOWIE, which is best rare! Bring me the belt, save yourself the hassle Howard. In all seriousness, this is not about hatred or revenge, or anything of the nature. This is a personal matter, and you are just a pothole I must drive over to reach that destination. I’m not Killer White; there is no Hollywood movie to educate you on me. You better take a trip to Parris Island, South Carolina to find out what I am truly about! OO-FUCKING-RAH!’ Ronnie reaches over and sets his GPS for the Goodfella Casino, and speeds off. |
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