Title: Jakob's RP Until James Learns the Bloody Compiler (for 236)
Featuring: Devin Shakur
Date: He's Old So We Cut Him Slack
Location: But Not Much

What make’s a man do what he does? Simple enough question unless you have been on your own for years, became a professional wrestler, stolen, bribed and sold anything from drugs to underage girls.

Those were the good days for me. I had the world by the balls, and then the realization hit me. Stop or you will pay dearly for it. Ok so the truth is it wasn’t sudden realization that hit me, it was the baton wielded by an officer. He busted me from behind and the rest is history.

I should have done time, but with a little luck and the fact I was banging the daughter of a certain well placed politician, well lets say it pays to know who to hook up with. Still though, for the day and time of what happened and the fact I was young and dumb, I did alright.

If I remember correctly, it was right as I turned eighteen. The days seemed to run one into another and it made me almost sickeningly dizzy trying to keep up with the world around me. I was in an alley, bare knuckle fights had been held there, when I decided to try to make a little money doing it. When I say little I mean little, last two rounds and get a hundred bucks, lose and you lose any money at all. I was starving, my navel looked like a hoop that was attached to my spine. Nothing like a boy already at six foot five weighing in at an anemic hundred seventy five pounds. Yeah scarecrow in the making.

Back to the point. I was scared shitless, the last man had been carried out and laid off to the side with three or four others. One man was responsible for that, he was the local roughneck named Hammering Earl Boggs. Big man easily six eight and probably three hundred fifty pounds. Hands like hams. I was about to be beat senseless, but hunger makes a man crazy.

I stepped into the circle of men and swallowed hard, I thought that some probably could have watched the lump of saliva go down my throat to my stomach followed by a hollow plop.

I held my fists up and watched. I was pissed right away when the monster in front of me started laughing. I threw a right and he pulled away as quick as I did. He hit me, when you get a blow to the head you are supposed to see stars, I think I saw asterisks. I thought about it later and guessed it was because it was to denote more punches coming my way.

I survived the first round with a few bumps and bruises. The second was worse, I woke with the others along the wall. I was still broke, but now I was sore and hurting. I sat up and looked at my hands, they trembled slightly and I wanted to cry so badly that it hurt worse to keep from doing it. I was useless. I had left home thanks to an overly active fuck machine named Dad, a drug addict named Mom and well the rest is pretty mundane in detail. I should have stayed home. At least I would have had money selling the old bitches drugs when she was zoned out in never never land.

Yet here I was. I got to my feet and slowly dragged my beaten, bloody and worthless ass along the alley away from the crowd that was still throwing money away on the fights. It wasn’t till I was near the end of the alley when I felt someone behind me. Without thinking I whirled and threw a hard left cross. I connected and watched in amazement when the man fell on his ass.

He looked at me as surprised as I was. He didn’t retaliate, instead he stood up rubbing his jaw and almost smiling, well between spitting little gobs of blood out that is. He introduced himself as Dean Angel. I’m not shittin you, his last name was Angel.

“Kid that was a hell of a shot. If you had something more than fear of being ass raped behind it, it would have put me out.” He grinned at me that time, a real grin.

I thought about it for a second and reached out and shook his hand that was offered.

“Sorry Mr. Angel. I just reacted. Been jumped to many times to let it go anymore.” I told him the truth, I wasn’t jaded enough yet to not do it.

He laughed and reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t move but I didn’t let my guard down. I knew better than that. I mean that opening is exit only.

“Son, I think you got potential. Let me help you out. I got a place down the block, I can’t keep any good help cause I cant pay much. But I have a spare room in the back and you can eat any time. Sound good to you?” He removed his hand and started walking towards the end of the alley.

I didn’t reply. I followed him to the bar and restaurant and from there it was pretty good for me. He didn’t intend for me to find out he was an ex boxer, but it wasn’t hard when I was bored one night and started looking at a few boxes that had been stored in what had become my room. He had been pretty good too. Gold gloves heavyweight champ, navy champ and he won a few pro fights. Not bad for an old man, which is what I had taken to calling him. Not in the father sense more in the friend sense.

You can guess what happened then, he trained me, I bulked up and yeah I grew some as well. I was now six foot nine and was standing in at two hundred seventy pounds. I was cut like a model wished they were.

I eventually went back to that little circle and beat the living hell out of the champ. I stayed champ there for over a year, something that no one else ever did. To bad life wasn’t always that easy. I was on my feet, no longer a scared kid. I was a man and the person that was responsible for that was taken from my life. He had to be the hero, a couple punks came in near closing one night and wanted the money. He reached under the bar and was going for the sawed off when they opened up on him. One shot was all it would have taken, but they put over ten holes in him.

He didn’t have a chance. That was the beginning of my change. I hadn’t really hated anyone, just the way I had to live to get by. But now? Gloves were off. I hunted the punks down and I gave them what I knew the police wouldn’t. I gave them the death penalty. I wont say what happened but they wont be seen or heard from ever again.

I bounced around from place to place. When Dean died I was left the bar but it held to much pain for me to keep it. I sold it for a decent profit and put most of it away in a bank. I wasn’t stupid, I knew it would be easy to blow that money, but Dean was a big believer in saving any money he could. So I learned from a good teacher. Interest bearing CD’s. Money earning money.

I eventually got me a Harley, for some reason it called to me. Anyways, I rode all over the country till I got it in my head that illegal bare knuckle fights didn’t make me enough. I had parked my ass in a biker bar and was watching the television absent mindedly when a wrestling show came on. It wasn’t some major promotion or anything, some local stuff but the had a school. That was it, I was hooked. I went to the school, got myself trained and started in the ring. I was good. Not great but I soon started earning titles and a little more money than most. I got on the bad side of the talent there and soon was out the door. Something about money missing from the gate receipts. I didn’t take it, but I was accused of it. Since I had that rep it wasn’t long before word got around and I was blacklisted from a lot of companies. That left me nothing. Nothing except the streets again.

Days passed and I had stolen everything that wasn’t nailed down and sold it in the back alleys or pawn shops that were less that on the up and up. I even hooked up with a biker gang and started delivering drug, running whores and whatever else that they were into. I rose in the ranks to warlord. I was good at that too. Too good. Soon I found that I had some that wanted me to take over. I didn’t want that and yeah you know what happened. I was on the run. A couple came after me, I sent one back beat half to death and missing his middle fingers. I kept those. The others? I wont say, but their bikes brought some easy cash.

Ahhhh, but that was then. This is now. I am headed to a place that is one of the elite places in the business I have grown to love. I wont hide the things I have done in the past, nor will I ignore the opportunities that will present themselves in the future. I am no angel but I am far from a pussy pushover. They will learn and see.
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