BRASS KNUCKS ON A POLE Jason Dillinger versus Zero

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ORIGINS EPISODE 4

 
So yeah, to recap… it turns out I’m the result of some kind of experiment that some believe failed, but I saw as the mother fucker of all successes. I mean, harnessing lightening, and throwing it like Ryu and Ken from Street Fighter, I’m winning right? Wrong, because now it looked like I had some super-secret Men in Black type douchebags out to take my shit away from me. Well no Sir, not happening.
 
Anyways, you remember Halladay right, employee of G.U.A.R.D (nope still not thought of anything witty), the group of people that protect the Earth? Keep up. It seemed he thought best that I was kept tabs on, and parked a very ‘discreet’ (it really wasn’t) car out the front of my apartment, two ‘Agent’s’ following me wherever I went. I’m serious, I don’t know if you’ve ever walked round Walmart whilst being followed, but it doesn’t half take away the enjoyment of the weekly shop. I knew that if I was going to find Amberstone, I’d need to get rid of the oversized Gorillas, but I didn’t realise that Amberstone was going to come to me… sort of.
 
So picture the scene, I’m there, credit card in hand ‘donating’ funds to save the snow leopards… nah, who am I kidding, I’m getting ready for my latest session with Candice, and she’s got some pretty brutal looking beads that I don’t have the first clue where they are going. Oh… not in me, this is on line… webcam etc, why else do you buy a top of the range laptop if it’s not for porn. Anyway, she’s stripped, and I’m wondering if lightening enhanced hands will add to the ‘stimulation’ when suddenly Candice is pushed out the way and replaced by a guy that I can deduce immediately hasn’t ever been in the same room as someone as attractive as Candice. After reeling from the shock, and with my foot of slack still dangling like the proverbial elephants trunk, I protest.
 
Elijah: Err; I paid good money for this… well I will do when I pay off this credit card
 
Man: You are going to want to listen to me Mr Cross; you are a very difficult man to get hold of
 
Actually, that was bullshit. In fact, I’d only that morning offered a particularly attractive blonde with ample bosoms that exact opportunity, to grab a hold of me, a proposition she had quite rudely declined with a middle finger that didn’t even go anywhere near my ass
 
Elijah: Look Dude, I don’t have a clue who you are, but if I don’t empty these sacks bro, I’m going to explode all over this screen and believe me, neither of us wants that… or maybe you do, who am I to judge?
 
Now, I need to make it clear that as this point, I’m still naked and this guy in all honesty is staring at the pork sword a little too often if you get my drift. I ain’t homophobic, but I’m all about the Vagina, and his glances get a little more unnerving.
 
Elijah: I don’t know who you are buddy, but I swear if you look at Big Elijah one more time, I WILL hunt you down, and I am not a man you need to be messing with
 
Man: With respect Mr Cross, I know exactly who you are… and you could cover up
 
I nod my head, he was right, I could… but now it had become a battle of wills (or willies)
 
Man: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Neil Amberstone…
 
Elijah: HOLY FUCK!!!
 
Amberstone: I see my reputation precedes me?
 
Now wasn’t the time to keep my tally wacker swinging in the wind, so I find the nearest (and biggest) cushion and cover it up.
 
Elijah: Dude, I would shake your hand if you could, do you know what you did to me?
 
Amberstone: With respect Elijah, I know where your hand has been recently… and yes, I know exactly what I did, and I believe you are learning pretty quickly as well.
 
Elijah: The lightening shit… oh yeah, I’m all over that
 
Amberstone: Then Elijah, I need you to listen very carefully, I’m not sure how much time I have. G.U.A.R.D is not what they pretend to be, they are a succubus draining the life force out of progress. I can help you Elijah, but you have to make me a promise?
 
Elijah: Bro, I’m not sucking your cock, I’ve seen Team America… fuck yeah
 
Elijah nods
 
Amberstone: Trust, me, that is not my concern, or want. If I give you the knowledge you need, you must help me take down G.U.A.R.D…
 
Elijah: What does that stand for anyway?
 
Amberstone: That doesn’t matter… do we have a deal Elijah?
 
Elijah: Damn right we do… I love this shit.
 
Amberstone: Very well, then we have an accord
 
Elijah: An accord?
 
Amberstone shakes his head
 
Amberstone: A deal Elijah… a deal.
 
Elijah: Well why didn’t you say so… jeez, you geeks and your fancy pants words. Of course we have a deal
 
Amberstone: Then I shall be in touch…
 
He turns back to Candice
 
Amberstone: As you were my dear
 
And with that he fucks off, and leaves a very confused Candice and a VERY erect Big Elijah ready to go off like a Cruise Missile (not that move that bulked up Icon used to do from the top rope…a proper missile).
 
Candice: What was that all about? You can fire lightening from your hands?
 
Elijah: Oh baby, that’s not the half of it. You should see what I can do with this bad boy
 
Truth was, I really doubted I could fire lightening from my dick as I was implying, that would literally be too awesome for words… like a sawn off spunk shotgun. It seemed Amberstone was key, but could I trust him? Well, that was the question I should have been asking myself considering all the cloak and dagger bullshit going on. But what I was actually asking myself was what else I able to do? Oh please tell me I could go invisible… the ladies changing rooms here I come.
 
LATER…DAYS, MAYBE WEEKS AFTER DOESN’T MATTER
 
Ok, so you remember my plan, to harness electricity and store it in my body to be used when I needed it. Power lines? Fuck, is anyone actually listening to this story? Well anyway it didn’t work and unless Amberstone contacted me soon, I was doomed to mediocrity and powers I wasn’t even aware I had yet. The news stories had died down about the ‘vigilante’ cleaning up the streets (it had been one person, hardly a cleanup operation) and I’d become yesterday’s news, and I’m going to be truthful with you all, it was pissing me off. So much so, even the delights of my favorite Pizza was failing to excite me. The two goons were still outside, and still followed me wherever I went, oh I was going to fry those fuckers when I got the chance, but right now I was nothing more than a lame duck.
 
Elijah: Christ I’m bored… bet Peter Parker never went through this shit
 
Christ, I bet I’m coming across like a right whingebag right now. But to try and explain, just imagine having the biggest dick in the world, but a face like a bag of spanners, I had all this power and couldn’t use it, and it was fucking depressing, just like the news on television. Muggings, shootings, it was all over the television, I could be out there dealing with that shit but no… I was gorging on a 12 inch meat feast (and that is not how it sounds fuckers)
 
“Elijah”
 
I look around my apartment, and weirdly at the dog, who I knew couldn’t speak, or at least he never had. He was a German shepherd anyway and I didn’t speak German, or any other language for that matter. His name was Thor… it’s really not important though.
 
“Over here…”
 
I look at the television screen, the gormless face of Amberstone looking at me.
 
Elijah: How the hell you doing that?
 
Amberstone: Elijah, you can fire lightening from your hands because of me, is it really a surprise that I can hack into a smart TV?
 
Elijah: I guess not
 
It was a pretty ridiculous question I accept in hindsight… apologies viewers.
 
Amberstone: The time has come for us to meet face to face Elijah.
 
Elijah: That’s great, but what about…
 
Amberstone: The two G.U.A.R.D agents posted outside your apartment building? Don’t worry; they will be taken care of. I shall send you the address to your phone…
 
Sure enough a text arrives, from an unknown number
 
Amberstone: Be there, seven o’clock tonight, and I shall explain everything. Do not be late, I hate tardiness
 
There he was again with the words; he must have sensed my confusion
 
Amberstone: Late Elijah… don’t be late
 
The screen flickers, and then goes back to the usual programming.
 
Elijah: Showtime!!!
 
ZERO HOUR
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“Whoa, someone got his panties in a knot didn’t he? There I am, trying to have a bit of ‘bants’ and along comes the loved up, steroid enhanced, freak of nature to spoil the ‘atmos’. I mean, come on Jason, where’s your sense of humour? I mean, I have got this right… you’re that guy that believes that Peyton Rice would EVER look at you twice if it weren’t for the fact it seems like you would do ANYTHING for her, which includes moping around like a love sick puppy which, and I don’t condone violence against animals, PSA right there Ladies and Gentlemen, needs to be taken out the back and given a good kicking. People call me a clown, well that Bozo Benjamin Flynn does anyway…”
 
He waves
 
“Love your work Frankie, keep up the fight brother. But if anyone is the joker around here it’s you Dillinger, thinking I don’t see through your SUPREME disguise. You care little about the citizens of EMERGE, and that is why I must put your mission to bed in Texas. You can then run back to your SUPREME masters with your acorn of a penis tucked firmly between your legs, knowing that judgement has been served, the ZERO way... oh and take our ‘champion’ with you.
 
What Jason? Am I supposed to pander to Peyton like the masses do, another that would leave us for the SUPREME in a heartbeat, and someone who has the morals of an alley cat, allowing you to be led on, when she is supposed to be an example to our children. It’s been asked why I am cheered, why my name doesn’t leave the lips of the EMERGE, and the answer to that question is as obvious as it is simplistic. I make the sacrifices that you will not. I do WHATEVER is necessary to serve those that depend on us. Rather than suck the lifeblood from EMERGE, I protect it, something someone of your hubris could never understand.”
 
Only now does the camera pan out, to reveal Zero stood on the security barrier, hundreds of feet above Toronto on the edge of the CN Tower. He looks down over Toronto, ignoring the danger he is in, truly believing that he is indestructible.
 
“Beautiful, isn’t it? EMERGE, in all its glory.”
 
He breathes in, the area where his mouth would be going in and then out slightly.
 
“The air is clean, fresh… but if I allow you to beat me in Texas in a few days’ time that will not last long. The lights will dim forever, the air will become corrupted, and those that I serve will one by one by turned to the darkness that is the SUPREME, the true rabbit hole which Giovanni Aries often speaks though doesn’t quite understand. Good people will become followers, the CULT of the SUPREME will prevail, and even I will be powerless to stop them. This is EMERGE’s future, if I fail…”
 
He jumps down onto the walkway of the tower, now only leaning against the barricade
 
“We all fail, and I simply cannot allow that to happen, by whatever means necessary.”
 
As he looks out over the city, he hears the rumbling of thunder in the distance, and then moments later the night sky lights up, as lightening makes it almost as bright as day. Zero holds his arms out in front of him, and through his gloves, we see his hands glow, seemingly powered by the lightening, flickering in time with the rumbling of the next round of thunder
 
“So Dillinger, I hope you are satisfied with the choices you have made thus far that have led you up to this point, your defining moment. I hope when you go back to your paymasters at the SUPREME, they are happy with what you achieved, or at least once I am done, what you failed to achieve, but I truly doubt it. I hope you have listened to me throughout our altercations, but if not, I ask that you do right now…”
 
Zero waits for just a second, allowing Jason if he was watching to pay attention.
 
“On day one, when I locked you in the dressing room and didn’t allow you to save Peyton from her penance, I told you there and then, that you had paid your debt to society. I made it clear to you that as far as I was concerned, judgement had been made, and your time had been served…”
 
He pauses again, if we could see his eyes, we’d know they had narrowed.
 
“What happens next Mr Dillinger; it could all have been avoided.  YOU brought this on yourself, and it’s not for Peyton Rice as you would have the uneducated believe, though I accept your feelings for her are sincere. No, all this was to feed your arrogance, and this foolhardy belief that you are the ‘Man of the Century’ and better than us all. But the thing is, if that was true, it would have been you that defeated Gavin Taylor, not Drake Hemingway and would now be a champion. You could have walked away having taken your punishment, but you chose instead to poke the bear, an action that people will always remember as your last. Because at Invasion: Texas, the SUPREME will receive a damaging blow by my hands, and I promise you all, citizens of EMERGE; I am far from done with the infidels that aim to corrupt us all. And that my friends is the word… OF ZERO.”
 
He does his now trademark diamond shape, maintaining that position as the scene fades.

[MOTC]

Authors Note: Read Peyton’s rp first.

>> https://peytonrice.wordpress.com/2018/09...ion-texas/ <<

And this counts for both the battle royal and this match.
...

J-Dilly hangs up. He grabs his keys and walks over to the door where Alistair Taylor stands. He smirks and has his hands out. Jason can’t believe the nerve of Allistaire showing up. “What are you doing here?”

Alistaire smirks “I’m here to get paid mate and then discuss what’s the next move. Seems like you have the bird in your arms already, looks like the plan worked so now? I’m want my fucking money and like to discuss our next move, I have ideas.”

J-Dilly stands there, eyes narrowing staring right at Allistaire. “Go away!” Jason emphatically tells Allistaire.

Standing his ground, Allistaire Taylor says rather coldly. “Not until we discuss what I have in mind.”

Jason folds his arms. “About that--”

Allistaire smirks. “Okay. Now...”

Wasting no time getting to the point, Jason makes it one thousand percent clear where he stands. “I can’t go through with this anymore, Ali.”

Alistair's eyes narrow not believing what he just heard. “Why the hell not?”

“None of this feels right anymore.” Jason sighs. “Peyton trust me one thousand percent. Didn’t always used to be that way. She called me a pompous ass once. We didn’t get off on the right foot. I saw her offer some of the students at Ante Up a place to stay. Who does that? Peyton does. That is the day I fell in love with her. For Peyton to be there for me knowing I am the reason why there is a wedge between her and Ricky? Don’t get me wrong. I don’t care about him, at all. He was always in the way. Peyton has had my back for two years. We are living a dream. She’s an angel. For months I have been lying to her about the way things are what they are now. I bet Ricky tried to convince her I was behind all the times he wasn’t there. And he’s right. I can’t look Peyton in the eye anymore knowing there is a cloud of deception. Ali, I appreciate your services.”


Jason has dwelled over for weeks how Alistaire would respond to him breaking their agreement. Knowing the underhanded man Ali is, the way he chooses to respond to being told no could mean he didn’t get to see Peyton today as planned. Out of all the responses Jason expected, Alistaire yawning wasn’t one of them. “That’s all well and good, mate. Afraid it doesn’t work that way.”


Annoying Alistaire is taking up more of his time, Jason scowls, “Alistair...”


Allistaire rolls his eyes. “I don’t much care about your battle of conscience. I got to make a living. Your my meal ticket.”

“Afraid your services in Craigslist for all I care.” Jason sighs. Then he gets so close to Allistaire, there noses practically tough. “We. Are. Done.”

Not budging an inch, Allistaire smirks. This prompts Jason to back up just a little. Jason doesn’t break eye contact. “Plus, it is more than just Peyton. How can I rightfully call myself the Man of the Century when I am paying you to pave the road for me? I sold out, Ali. Not that I’d expect you to understand that... Sebastian Knight.”

Allistaire was caught off guard. It has been awhile since anyone referred to Allistaire by the name he masqueraded in IWC under. He quickly regains his composure. “Don’t get all judgey on me, mate. You knew the type of customer I was from the start. And you’re right about one thing, muscles--”

Not liking Allistaire calling him what Zero calls him, Jason fires back. “Don’t call me that.”

Ignoring Jason, Allistaire continues, “A straight arrow doesn’t slide money under the table to mercenaries. You’re not a straight arrow. You are one of those entitled douchebags who is willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want. Ricky stood in your way. You paid me to  remove him. I don’t see the problem.”

“I do, Alistair.” Jason points to himself. “That’s what matters.”

“Your dame might not agree with that sentiment.” Allistaire shrugs. “I don’t appreciate having my source of income yanked from under me. Tell you what, mate. I’m gonna give you a chance to reconsider. I’ll have your back. You slip me a few bucks under the table. Or I will expose you.”

Jason’ flinch at the threat Allistaire levied on him. He knows Allistaire will cut him off at the knees. In the face of adversity, Jason is steadfast in his resolve. “Don’t care.”


Allistaire chuckles, “Your bluffing.”


Jason ponders for a moment what it is going to mean if Peyton does find out about what he paid Alistair to do. Ali is a man of his word. He would go out of his way to expose him to Peyton and the entire world. A secret of this magnitude getting out there would turn a lot of people against him, that is a fact. J-Dilly takes a deep breath. As much conviction as he can manage. “Could I lose, Peyton? Yes. That is a risk I need to take, Ali. I won’t hold it against her if she shuns me forever. I wouldn’t hold it against her. I thought I could handle going down this dark road. All I saw was me and Peyton being together, forever. Not this way. I can’t lie to her anymore. Don’t threaten to expose me, Ali. I’ll do it. I can sleep at night.”

“Alone.” Allistaire coldly says to him.

“That’s a risk I’m gonna have to take.” Jason pats Allistaire on the shoulder.”Take care of yourself.”

Jason walks around Allistaire hoping to the heavens that Allistaire doesn’t cause more of a scene. He doesn’t get far. Allistaire grabs him by the arm. Jason knew he could yank his fist away in an instant. Allistaire had to know that too. He doesn’t want to physically beat Allistaire up, yet. He doesn’t want to be late to see the love of his life. Allistaire leans in, he whispers one last thing into Jason’s ear. “Yeah, you too. Idiot.”

Allistaire releases his grip. Without looking back, Jason walks out of the door to his apartment.

He calms himself before heading to Peyton’s apartment.

On the way there he couldn’t believe he stood up to Allistaire. For months he stood in awe, just as equally, in fear of the man. Any person who comes to the United States assuming a name they weren’t born with to escape a past he originally wanted absolution from, is not a man to be taken lightly. He knew Allistaire had the power to burn his world to the ground. In the face of clear and present danger, he did the right thing. He hopes he did. Sooner of later Peyton would learn the trust even if it comes at the risk of her no longer looking at him the same way again.

He reached her apartment in Venice Beach. He knocks on the door. He doesn’t need to wait long, the woman he has dedicated the last two years of his life too, opens the door. She immediately greets him with a huge hug. He hugs her back. They embrace for a few seconds.

With a smile he can’t remove from his face he says. “Seeing you always brightens my day.”

Hearing Jason say that made her blush. “You’re almost to sweet, you know that?”

“I can try harder.”

“No. That’s ok.” She giggles. “Just knowing that I can depend on you is enough to brighten my spirits. Hasn’t been easy for me lately. You’ve been my rock. Can’t thank you enough.”


“We’ve come a long way. From pompous ass to your number one fan.” Jason smirks.


Peyton chuckles remembering their initial interactions. They weren’t always the best of friends. She was like many at the school, she initially saw Jason as the arrogant jackass who thought he was God’s gift to the world. Overtime she warmed up to him. She continues, “I always knew there was more to you beneath the muscles. Don’t care what anyone says. You’re a good guy. No one can tell me different.”

He half smirks. Her statement about him wasn’t one hundred percent accurate, if she only knew. Right now he pushes those thoughts to the side. He holds her hand. “I am a better person, because of you. I don’t show it all the time. Can be a little hot headed. You changed me. I want to be a man you can admire. Got a lot of work to do if I want to live up to my own marketing.”

“Just need J-Dilly tonight. The Man of the Century talk, you leave outside. Deal.”

“For you--” Jason kisses her on the forehead. “Anything.”

And with that, Jason and Peyton stepped inside. He closes the door behind them. Time to leave the stresses of the world on the outside. Nothing can ruin their night, he will make sure of it, if this was the last positive night he would share with Peyton before she learns about his deception, he would make it memorable.
..



“I rode with Peyton Rice to the hospital that night...

For her I remained strong. Call it a guy thing all you want. But I felt I needed to be strong at that moment. Peyton was the one going through hell. Peyton had to deal with the reality of what was going to happen next? Would she be able to wrestle again? Would she be able to gain a measure of revenge on the c*** who made her feel helpless. Would she meet the same fate as her father. I couldn’t let Peyton see the fear in my eyes. She didn’t need to know how scared I was. How angry I felt. How helpless being locked in the locker room made me feel. No. Peyton didn’t need to see me wallow in my own feelings. What was important was making sure she was ok.

I wasn’t alright. To this day, I haven’t been.

What I didn’t let Peyton see that night was how broken I felt. Zero, do you have any idea how it feels to watch helplessly as the person you care about more than anything get assaulted for no good reason? I watched from a monitor as Mika Kozlov feasted her eyes on Peyton. I tried my best to break out that locker room, so hard I tried. I was helpless. I felt my life slowly slipping away. When Mika piledrove Peyton... I died inside. All I could think about was, is Peyton going to be ok. I would have made a deal with the devil that night to ensure Peyton would be alright. Peyton means more then to me, then me. I realized, on that night, how important Peyton is to my world.


What you, the alleged hero of EMERGE, fails to understand, because of you, there was a very real chance Peyton Rice may not have been able to compete again. Because you thought preventing me from helping out my friend represented justice, a woman who puts smiles on the faces of millions of people, including mine, could be watching Invasion Texas from home, not representing this company as the champion Emerge needs.

Did you think about her father?

Did you bother thinking about Kelcey, her mentor, a woman who retired from pro wrestling due to medical complications, how guilty she would have felt?

Hell, even Ricky. He may not like me, I am confident he cares about Peyton as much I do.

For her dad. For Kelcey. For Peyton. And myself. I am your personal judge and jury at Invasion: Texas.

You are a fraud, Zero. Where have you been  as Serotonin has run amok through the roster? Where were you when Danny Darko needed help? Hell, when I needed help as those bitches dragged me to the back at Rise to Greatness? We don’t see you anywhere, do we? Apparently me caring about MY FRIEND is enough to force you to jump into action? Please. It doesn’t even make sense why you are even here. Thanks to me, no one has to worry about a dipship masqurading as a hero, I am going to end this bullshit once and for all.

You understand?!  

I’m angry. Stating the obvious, I know. There is a reason why I didn’t say I am going to be your executioner. I’m doing it for Peyton, too. You deserve to pay. Everyone can agree with that. You need to pay the right way. I made a promise I won’t lose myself in my quest for true justice. Vengeance is about making yourself feel better. Justice is about doing what is right. I will not embody the spirit of vengeance. I represent justice. Win or lose, I walk out with my soul intact, hopefully, Peyton can be proud that she inspired me to do better. I strive to become a better man, Zero. And my path begins by showing you what real justice looks like.”