Post by The Collective on Feb 18, 2017 3:05:01 GMT
Red and blue shone way too bright. Their bleary, alternating bursts seeping through the back window of a white van as it roared down Broadway at 3:32 in the morning. Our villains the Collective thankfully had escaped the police who had just arrived at the crime scene. However one of the members, Frankie Starlight failed to escape a security guard bullet slug which caught him in the right shoulder. On the ride back to the Catena Lounge, Frankie spitted expletives like a drunk rapper as he tried to stop the bleeding. After enough whining, Tony had enough and gave Frankie a piece of his mind.
“God will you SHUT THE FUCK UP back there?! It’s only a fuckin’ slug in the shoulder, you’ll be fine!!”
Something as strenuous as robbing a bank had unraveled his slicked back hair, dangling his sweaty bangs across his cheek as he stared daggers red faced at Tony. “FUCK YOU TONY!!! I’M THE ONE THAT HAD TO DEAL WITH THA’ FUCKIN’ GUARD WHILE YOU TOOK YA GODDAMN SWEET ASS TIME FUMBLIN’ AROUND WITH THE FUCKIN’ SAFE!!!”
Rhineback Bank didn’t have the easiest safe to crack. Two years ago they upgraded, making Tony's previous methods, and that for most of Red Hook’s banks obsolete. Nevertheless Tony made it out with five hundred and eighty thousand. Not bad for a broke inner city bank. As happy as he should be with the loot stolen, Tony couldn’t help but drop the grin on his face and rip into Frankie. “LISTEN HERE YA LITTLE FUCK!!! CRACKIN’ THOSE NEW SAFES AIN’T FUCKIN’ EASY, SO DON’T GIVE ME NO FUCKIN’ SHIT, I KNOW WHAT I’M FUCKIN’ DOING!!!”
The repeated dropping of the F bomb was enough to ignite Geno, getting him going with low, deep rumbling “fuck shit….fuck shit fuck ass piss” combos as he getaway drove down the rain slicked street.
“NOW LOOK WHAT YA FUCKIN’ DID!!! YA GOT GENO GOING!!!”
Refusing to take the blame for this incident, Tony turned back in his chair and pointed at Frankie. “YOU GOT HIM GOING WITH YOUR BITCHIN’ ABOUT YOUR BULLET WOUND!!! HAD YA JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKEN IT LIKE A MAN, THIS WOULDN’T BE SUCH A BIG DEAL!!! BUT NAH, YOU GOTTA CRY UP A FUCKIN’ STORM JUST CAUSE YOU CAN’T TAKE A BULLET FOR SHIT!!”
Talk about sparking a fire...Frankie was lit. The pain was temporarily ignored as he stood up and walked over to Tony, pointing right back at him. “LISTEN HERE YOU PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY LOOKIN’ MOTHERFUCKER!!! I ALREADY GOT A BAD ARM FROM BEING SHOT IN MY LEFT, YOU THINK I’M FUCKIN’ JUMPING OVER RAINBOWS OVER HAVING MY OTHER ARM SHOT!?!?! C’MON MAN GIVE ME A FUCKIN’ BREAK!! I GOTTA COMPETE WITH THIS SHIT!!!”
He suppressed it as long as he could, but then it came back. Out came the chuckles from Tony. “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT…(laughs) FIRST OFF IT’S ONLY ONE FUCKIN’ BULLET. I’LL DIG IT OUT AND STITCH IT UP MYSELF, NO BIGGIE. SECOND MOST OF YOUR OFFENSE IS KICKS AND FLIPS, WHY THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’?!??”
As much as that laughter made him want to punch Tony, Frankie held back and fired back at his lifelong friend. “BECAUSE I DON’T WANNA FUCKIN’ LOSE TO THE FIN!!! THAT GOOFY FUCKIN’ RETARD IS ON A WIN STREAK, AND I AIN’T ABOUT TO LOOK UP AT THA LIGHTS FOR THAT DRUNK CLOWN!!”
Frankie did make a valid point. Losing to Fin, for any reason, even wrestling with an injury is unforgivable. So like a good friend, Tony decided to cut Frankie a little slack. “Alright, I’ll give ya that Frankie. But still, can you stop being a little bitch about the bullet wound? You’ll be alright.”
Tony’s no selling of the injury just made Frankie madder. “MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE THIS FUCKIN’ CLOSE TO ME PULLING OUT MY DESERT EAGLE AND PUTTIN’ A FUCKIN’ CRATER RIGHT IN YOUR SHOULDER!! THEN LET’S SEE YOU ASSHOLES WIN THE TAG BELTS!!!”
“THAT’S DUOS BELTS YA DUMB FUCK, AND IT AIN’T EVEN THE TITLE MATCH, IT’S A GAUNTLET QUALIFIER!!”
Pointing out the facts sometimes can make one look foolish afterward. This time Frankie was the one doing the laughing. “EVEN WORSE!!! HAHA I BET YOU’RE GONNA BE THE FIRST DAY LABORER PUT ON THE MAT AND PINNED!!”
One can only take so much infighting. A bellowing “ENOUGH!!!” got the two ‘friends’ to quiet down and listen to Geno. “Stop fighting guys. We’re friends. Please.”
It was rare to hear Geno speak to them, especially without a turrets enabled expletive string coming out of his mouth. Yet that handful of words was enough to get the guys to quiet down and sit down. For the rest of the ride to the lounge not a single word was said. Smooth, comfortable silence leaving a satisfied grin on Geno’s face.
“God will you SHUT THE FUCK UP back there?! It’s only a fuckin’ slug in the shoulder, you’ll be fine!!”
Something as strenuous as robbing a bank had unraveled his slicked back hair, dangling his sweaty bangs across his cheek as he stared daggers red faced at Tony. “FUCK YOU TONY!!! I’M THE ONE THAT HAD TO DEAL WITH THA’ FUCKIN’ GUARD WHILE YOU TOOK YA GODDAMN SWEET ASS TIME FUMBLIN’ AROUND WITH THE FUCKIN’ SAFE!!!”
Rhineback Bank didn’t have the easiest safe to crack. Two years ago they upgraded, making Tony's previous methods, and that for most of Red Hook’s banks obsolete. Nevertheless Tony made it out with five hundred and eighty thousand. Not bad for a broke inner city bank. As happy as he should be with the loot stolen, Tony couldn’t help but drop the grin on his face and rip into Frankie. “LISTEN HERE YA LITTLE FUCK!!! CRACKIN’ THOSE NEW SAFES AIN’T FUCKIN’ EASY, SO DON’T GIVE ME NO FUCKIN’ SHIT, I KNOW WHAT I’M FUCKIN’ DOING!!!”
The repeated dropping of the F bomb was enough to ignite Geno, getting him going with low, deep rumbling “fuck shit….fuck shit fuck ass piss” combos as he getaway drove down the rain slicked street.
“NOW LOOK WHAT YA FUCKIN’ DID!!! YA GOT GENO GOING!!!”
Refusing to take the blame for this incident, Tony turned back in his chair and pointed at Frankie. “YOU GOT HIM GOING WITH YOUR BITCHIN’ ABOUT YOUR BULLET WOUND!!! HAD YA JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKEN IT LIKE A MAN, THIS WOULDN’T BE SUCH A BIG DEAL!!! BUT NAH, YOU GOTTA CRY UP A FUCKIN’ STORM JUST CAUSE YOU CAN’T TAKE A BULLET FOR SHIT!!”
Talk about sparking a fire...Frankie was lit. The pain was temporarily ignored as he stood up and walked over to Tony, pointing right back at him. “LISTEN HERE YOU PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY LOOKIN’ MOTHERFUCKER!!! I ALREADY GOT A BAD ARM FROM BEING SHOT IN MY LEFT, YOU THINK I’M FUCKIN’ JUMPING OVER RAINBOWS OVER HAVING MY OTHER ARM SHOT!?!?! C’MON MAN GIVE ME A FUCKIN’ BREAK!! I GOTTA COMPETE WITH THIS SHIT!!!”
He suppressed it as long as he could, but then it came back. Out came the chuckles from Tony. “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT…(laughs) FIRST OFF IT’S ONLY ONE FUCKIN’ BULLET. I’LL DIG IT OUT AND STITCH IT UP MYSELF, NO BIGGIE. SECOND MOST OF YOUR OFFENSE IS KICKS AND FLIPS, WHY THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’?!??”
As much as that laughter made him want to punch Tony, Frankie held back and fired back at his lifelong friend. “BECAUSE I DON’T WANNA FUCKIN’ LOSE TO THE FIN!!! THAT GOOFY FUCKIN’ RETARD IS ON A WIN STREAK, AND I AIN’T ABOUT TO LOOK UP AT THA LIGHTS FOR THAT DRUNK CLOWN!!”
Frankie did make a valid point. Losing to Fin, for any reason, even wrestling with an injury is unforgivable. So like a good friend, Tony decided to cut Frankie a little slack. “Alright, I’ll give ya that Frankie. But still, can you stop being a little bitch about the bullet wound? You’ll be alright.”
Tony’s no selling of the injury just made Frankie madder. “MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE THIS FUCKIN’ CLOSE TO ME PULLING OUT MY DESERT EAGLE AND PUTTIN’ A FUCKIN’ CRATER RIGHT IN YOUR SHOULDER!! THEN LET’S SEE YOU ASSHOLES WIN THE TAG BELTS!!!”
“THAT’S DUOS BELTS YA DUMB FUCK, AND IT AIN’T EVEN THE TITLE MATCH, IT’S A GAUNTLET QUALIFIER!!”
Pointing out the facts sometimes can make one look foolish afterward. This time Frankie was the one doing the laughing. “EVEN WORSE!!! HAHA I BET YOU’RE GONNA BE THE FIRST DAY LABORER PUT ON THE MAT AND PINNED!!”
One can only take so much infighting. A bellowing “ENOUGH!!!” got the two ‘friends’ to quiet down and listen to Geno. “Stop fighting guys. We’re friends. Please.”
It was rare to hear Geno speak to them, especially without a turrets enabled expletive string coming out of his mouth. Yet that handful of words was enough to get the guys to quiet down and sit down. For the rest of the ride to the lounge not a single word was said. Smooth, comfortable silence leaving a satisfied grin on Geno’s face.