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[Sep. 14th, 2007|04:22 pm] |
AccountThirty
Posted 9/13/2007 11:32:46 AM
message detail Many of you remember my previous topics talking about my past coming back to haunt me. A vicious contract killer was sent on my trail and kidnapped my girlfriend as bait. Two run in's with him have nearly left me dead, severely injured and weaponless. In my last encounter he broke three of my ribs and managed to take my Glock from me, it has almost appeared that all was lost. I only had one advantage.
I managed to find the place the scum bag was hiding out. The top floor of a vacant building that was set for demolition next week. Obviously he planned on finishing the job before then. I sat watching him through the sky light curl with a 60 lb kettlebell with my girlfriend tied up laying on a bed in the same paint stained clothing from the last day I saw her. I was trying to put a plan of action together, but I had no real weapons on me. He had taken off the dragon skin armor that was giving me so much trouble in the past, and put all his weapons away. If there was any time to strike, it was now.
I jumped through the sky light getting the initial surprise on him. He looked in total surprise as I fell through the roof tackling him and rolling to the ground. I grabbed a large shard of glass as I hit the floor and began stabbing him with it. As it became more clear to him what happened he caught my fist and closed my hand around the glass, shattering it and cutting into my hand. He then threw me against the wall catching his breath.
Jericho: You..how the **** did you find me?!?
Account Thirty: My Glock you took? I stuffed a bug in it before I started clubbing you with it. I knew you couldn't resist it, and I was right. You ****ed up.
Mary: Is that you, Account Thirty? Oh thank God!
Jericho: Shut up, *****!!!
Account Thirty: Just hang tight, sweetheart. I'll be done with this in a minute.
Jericho: This just saves me the trouble of tracking you down again. Now, we can fight as warriors. Hand to hand. It is the basis for all combat.
Account Thirty: Have at you, Sladec.
He rushed me, and we began hammering away at each other with our bare fists. Each punch traded became exponentially harder. More of a slug fest than anything. Just as his fist collided with my nose, my fist collided with his, both of them shattering instantly. Blood was everywhere. I kicked him hard in the knee and grabbed a nearby telephone slinging it around his throat trying to choke him to death. He managed to severe the line with a shard of glass, then stabbed it in my thigh.
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AccountThirty
Posted 9/13/2007 11:32:57 AM
message detail While I was stunned, he wrapped his hands around my throat choking the life of me, strangling me against the nearby bed. Everything was going black. I was choked up a mouth full of blood. It was everywhere. I desperately reached for something to hit him with as my life was fading. I fixed my grip around the 60 lb kettlebell he was earlier working out with and swung it across his face knocking him five feet away completely dazed.
We were both panting for breath. He grabbed a heavy paperweight and rushed me to cave my skull in. Swinging it overhead, I grabbed a nearby book and jammed his arm with the spine of the hardcover. I slammed the base of the spine against his bare foot, causing him against to scream in pain, thereafter shoving it against his throat and pushing him into the bathroom. Using the close quarters of the confined room he fed me a knee and then elbowed mebreaking it over the top of my skull nearly knocking me unconscious. I practically started throwing up blood there. Grabbing me by the throat he slammed me threw the medicine cabinet of the bathroom causing a bunch of various items to fall out. I saw a can of hair spray.
He rushed back to the apartment room and pulled his 9 inch combat blade from a sheath under the bed. I had to think fast, there was no way I could take him with that thing unarmed. I grabbed the nearby can of hair spray and pulled my zippo lighter out of my pocket hoping it still had fluid in it. I lit it and sprayed the flammible liquid all over him. His entire body became enveloped in fire. He tried to rush me, but I push kicked him back.
Jericho: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHH IT'S NOT OVER YET DAKERO!!! IT'S NOT OVER YET AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
He dived out of the window of the apartment studio, falling 40 stories to the artificial man-made lake outside screaming all the way until he hit the surface of the water.
Account Thirty: See you in hell, Sladec.
I untied and un-blind folded my girlfriend right there. We started making out and had sex in that dirty, vacant apartment studio. I took her home. Everything is again as it should be, I am now safe from the worst fight I have ever been in. I am going to have to lay low for a while, and take it easy until my injuries recover. See you next adventure.
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| Jericho Sladec 3 |
[Sep. 12th, 2007|05:15 pm] |
AccountThirty
Posted 9/12/2007 11:20:30 AM
message detail Some of you remember my topic about my girlfriend being kidnapped, and thereafter having a run in with my old partner. The most dangerous g-man that I've ever had the misfortune of working with, a guy who's had killing as his hobby since he was in grade school. Our brief encounter ended in a draw, but I had to hijack a cab and gain as much distance as possible. This could quite possibly be my last adventure.
I ditched the cab and driver when he drove me into a shadier part of town, I know that Jericho wouldn't be far behind me. I kept thinking about our last encounter. The last time I saw him we were fighting bare handed in a mine field. I thought I left him for dead, but I never managed to confirm the kill. He was an expert tracker, and no doubt already closing in on my position. I waited for him with only two magazines left in my Glock inside of a completely vacant warehouse. I barricaded the back entrance and made sure that I had the front covered. Now it was just a waiting game.
I had my gun pointed at the double doors of the warehouse for four hours straight. I had gotten no sleep, and no food since the diner. My eyelids were beginning to get heavy and all of my senses distorted. I kept thinking I was hearing things and then finding out it was a cat, or something. I started to think that I should settle in for the night, and began doing so against my will.
I must have blacked out or something, because before I know it I sprung awake and jumped away from my current position narrowly escaping a blade to the throat. I landed on my back and emptied a magazine in the position I just left, and the sadistic **** had somehow snuck in right behind me with a 9 inch blade. My .45 slugs did nothing to the dragon skin armor he had on. I scrambled to reload my last magazine. He pulled his Tery TMP. I ran for cover narrowly escaping a hail of .9mm rounds which somehow managed to not completely drown out his maniacal laughter.
Account Thirty: What's with the ****** machine gun?!?!
Jericho: Remember when I ripped out that eye? I told you it'd make you a better shot. Didn't want to take any chances with a real gun fight. Told them I wouldn't go in without some decent armor, either.
Account Thirty: Who's 'them'? Still running wet jobs and errands for Uncle Sam, or is it just your hobby now?
I could hear him loading a fresh hi-cap magazine into the TMP. I racked a round into my Glock's chamber.
Jericho: You've incapacitated nearly a third of the United States Army. At this rate they're gonna have to reinstate the draft, and then it'll be the 1970's all over again. You just pissed off the wrong people this time.
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AccountThirty
Posted 9/12/2007 11:20:41 AM
message detail Account Thirty: Oh yeah? Well, I hope they're paying you enough to die for them!!!
I veered around the corner, this time not firing at his body, but firing at the submachine gun in his hand. He raised it my way, but I had the jump on him. I always had better reflexes. I used my entire remaining magazine, and somehow I got a lucky shot. One of my .45 rounds lodged into the barrel of his submachine gun just as he pulled the trigger to fire. The barrel banana split from the pressure of the compressed gases inside and the entire weapon exploded in his hand.
Jericho: Son of a *****!!!!!!
I rushed him while he was stunned, spinning my empty Glock around in my hand and swinging it at his face like a club. I beat the heavy slide of the weapon against his face, causing more indistinquishable curses of pain. He soaked up the damage I was doing with my new club like a sponge and palmed my face. He slammed the back of my head through a nearby storage crate. He threw me against the wall then kicked me in the ribs. Two of them gave in, another one felt like it cracked. He then slapped the weapon out of my hand sending it to the floor. He slammed my face into the foundational flooring of the warehouse cracking concrete. My nose shattered. Blood was everywhere.
I desperately pulled a grip knife tucked under my belt out of it's sheath and stuck it in his leg. While he recoiled in pain trying desperately to pull it out of his thigh I did my best to recollect myself and dive out of a nearby window, getting a running start as far as I could manage. In the confusion that ensued, I left my empty Glock. He walked over to collect his trophy, picking it up off the floor.
Jericho: Huh....Dakero's Glock. ****in' cool.
It won't be much longer. I am almost completely out of weapons, and I am exhausted on energy. I don't even know if my girlfriend's still alive and by the end of this I may not be either. This could very well be my last topic on GFAQs.
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| Jericho Sladec 2 |
[Sep. 12th, 2007|05:14 pm] |
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:36 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic yesterday about my girlfriend being torn away from me by a mysterious stranger, who later tried to blow me up in my own apartment. You can read about it here.
http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=400&topic=38147625
I decided I needed to shake some people down for information if I was going to get anywhere in tracking Mary down. I went to a diner that was nearby a base for breakfast, and waited for one of my primary "contacts" to come in. He walked in with a tall and broad shouldered friend of his. No doubt protection that he picked up since the last time I beat information out of him. I waited for he and his friend to get a booth, finished my fried eggs and walked over to them calmly.
Account Thirty: Hello, Matt. It's been a while.
Matt: Da...oh ****...oh **** man....look, I don't know ANYTHING, okay?! I don't know what's got you bothering me, but really man, I don't...
Brute sitting next to him: Who the ****'s this midget? What is he, 5'4''? Why you afraid of this chump, Matt?
Matt: Derek...don't start any trouble, man this dude...this dude hits hard...
Brute named "Derek": I can take him...
Matt: I'm tellin' you man, he hits hard!
Brute named "Derek"L I can take him...
Account Thirty: You're welcome to try, punk.
The big stupid gorilla got out of his seat and lunged at me, throwing slow and predictable haymakers that I had no trouble stepping around. He threw everything into a left hook and stumbled forward. I raked his leg with a foot sweep and grabbed him by the back of the head sending him face first into the tile busting his nose against the floor. Blood was everywhere. I let him get back up again only to punch him in the jaw twice to let him see what his friend was talking about. Derek was laying slumped over a table, I was punching him in the face over and over again. Matt knew better than to try anything. He knew what I'd do to him if he did.
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AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:47 PM
message detail Then, out of my peripheral vision I caught a familiar glimpse. I looked up across the street, and lounging against an alley wall was that same bearded man from earlier. He must have followed me. No longer any point in wasting my time with my informant, I rushed outside with my Glock drawn and waved it around the corner of the alley. The beard, sunglasses and baseball cap were on the floor and a ghost was in front of me.
Account Thirty: You!!! You're ****ing dead, why do you keep coming back into my life?!?!?!?
Mysterious Stranger: Glad to see you recognize me, Account Thirty.
It was my old partner, the most vicious and ruthless spook I ever worked with in BlackOps. Goes by the name of Jericho Sladec, demolition specialist and a formidable gun fighter. He taught me half the things I know about killing, right after he tried to sell me off to a group of Nicaraguan gun smugglers as collateral when he changed sides in the middle of a mission. I unhesitantly fired off four rounds to his chest. He stumbled back but didn't even lose his footing, he had to have been wearing Dragon Skin or some sort of prototype body armor which right off the bat told me that this was a government sanctioned hit and not a personal vendetta.
He pulled a Steyr TMP (Tactical Machine Pistol) from his trench coat and unleashed a wave of .9mm rounds. I ducked behind a dumpster dodging most of them but could feel a few already cut deep into my shoulder. I fired two rounds into a trash can across the alley from me crumbling it inward and tossing the lid my way. Catching it I swerved the corner throwing it at his face like a frisbey and hitting him in the jaw, stunning him for long enough for me to run out of view. I jumped into a cab that was gliding by and ordered the drive to ignore the stop lights and drive at gun point. He must have not wanted to chase after me that bad, because I managed to get away for now.
Jericho: That's okay, Account Thirty. I've waited this long. I can wait a little longer.
I am now officially ****ed. It is very possible I could be dead within the hour. This is no army punk I'm dealing with, or some old man angry that I ****ed his daughter. This is the most vicious killer I've ever met. I will kill him, or he will kill me. There is no other way.
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| Jericho Sladec |
[Sep. 12th, 2007|05:12 pm] |
AccountThirty
Posted 9/10/2007 1:18:28 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic last week. I told you all that I am resigning myself to a life of peace to live with my girlfriend now that I have freed her from the clutches of her over controlling jerk of a father. I really wanted everything to be happy, and for nothing to come between us again. It seems that even a single moment of happiness is too much for me to ask, because every moment of happiness is only a prelude to my own personal suffering. It has begun once again.
This happened yesterday, we were painting the new apartment we moved into together, I didn't even have most of my stuff together. We were both getting hungry.
Mary: I'm getting hungry, Account Thirty. Think....maybe you could run across the street and get us some sandwiches from the deli?
Account Thirty: Anything for you, Pretty Bird.
Mary: Aww..you're so sweet.
She kissed me on the cheek. Finally, I had something worth holding on to. I left the apartment to get the sandwiches. On my way through the hall I saw a rather suspicious man walking down the hall. Sunglasses on, baseball cap, stood about 6'1''. Scruffy beard. Was carrying a box. I didn't think anything of it, and I can really tell that I'm letting my guard drop. I'm getting old. I should have tailed him, I should have beaten his identity out of him.
When I got back with the sandwiches it was too quiet. Mary wasn't anywhere to be found. I searched the entire house with my Glock drawn and pointed anywhere danger could emerge before I even noticed the monotnous *BEEP BEEP* of my answering machine. After securing the area, I tapped the button to let the audio play.
There was nothing but silence. Three seconds in, it dawned on me. I had seen this trick before. I grabbed a nearby box of stuff and threw it through the glass window of our bedroom, thereafter diving out of it three stories down onto the asphalt only seconds before my entire apartment errupted with a silence shattering *BOOM* and a fiery eruption. Charred debris fluttered out of my window. The bomb was just big enough to light my apartment up and set the building on fire.
Someone has kidnapped my girlfriend and made a professional attempt on my life. And I swear on my GameFAQs account, I am going to find out who. Blood WILL be everywhere.
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| Church showdown remastered |
[Aug. 31st, 2007|03:35 pm] |
AccountThirty
Posted 8/31/2007 11:44:41 AM
message detail Some of you remember my topic about what happened yesterday. My girlfriend's dad who does not approve of me because I am not a war fanatic sicked his thugs on me. I had to kill my way out of an interrogation shack in the middle of the desert and now, after suffering massive blood loss and several broken ribs I had to get to the root of the problem. I had to get rid of my girlfriend's dad before he managed to strike another retaliation. I called him a phone and let him know that he was a dead man walking.
Because he knew I was driving back into town, I knew he would be at his local church having his last rites read off to him. I didn't have any weapons on me, but the Hummer I stole from my captures was well equipped with a stockpile of .9mm ammunition and a couple grenades. I managed to pull a Beretta off of the thugs who tried to get the better of me. All he succeeded in doing was arming me and pissing me off. I got back into town around 7:00 or 8:00.
I drove through the parking lot of the church headed for the front doors. At that point I punched it, slamming my foot on the gas and sending the all terrain vehicle crashing through the front doors, the aisleways of the church. I knew it would be mostly empty it was too late. I crashed the front of the vehicle into a confessional booth, and I could see the old man about 30 feet away with two armed thugs, and a priest. The priest looked completely baffled, he came running to the car. I got out the passenger side using the vehicle as cover. He came around the back of it confronting me with more courage than the armed man, yelling at the top of his lungs.
Priest: Take your violence elsewhere!!!! This is a place of GOD!!! How DARE you bring your chaos into a house of GOD!!!!
Without hesitation I punched the Priest across the jaw as hard as I could, spinning his body a full 180. The priest was a good man, but my life was more important at the time. Using his limp body in a choke hold I used him as a human shield as I opened fire on the two thugs who had reached for their guns and returned fire. His body soaked up the return fire like a sponge while I executed both of the grunts with a killer's accuracy. The old man fled up a flight of stairs.
Account Thirty: Norman!!!! There's hell to pay, Norman!!! Hell to PAY!!!!
I chased after him still holding onto my human shield. Around a pillar, a concealed gunman emerged with a shotgun getting the jump on me. A solid blast hit the priest square in the chest, the kinetic transfer knocking both of us off our feet. I desperately rolled his body off of mine as I heard the pump action of the shotgun loading a fresh round into the chamber. In one fluid motion of pure muscle memory and thoughtlessness I pulled my boot knife from under my pant leg and hurled it forward embedding it between his eyes. The man fell dead.
I limped up the stairs calling towards my victim, already he had made me kill more than I had wanted to.
Account Thirty: Norman!!!!! Norman!!!!! I do this for a living, Norman!! I DO this for a LIVING!!!!!
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AccountThirty
Posted 8/31/2007 11:44:52 AM
message detail The mixture of blood loss and pain from my broken ribs had gotten to me, as I reached the top of the stairs I was distracted by the colorful window pain that greeted me. Norman was waiting for me atop another flight of stairs and with the custom built Browning Hi-Power he fired one shot that he was crouched waiting for. The round hit my face, knocking me to the ground and sending the Beretta clattering out of reach. I fell on my back unmoving. As Norman came down from the flight of stairs to confirm the kill, he lowered his weapon. Coming to a knee to inspect, he saw the most shocking sight of his very short lived life. In my right eye socket was the hallow remains of a fiberglass fake eye which had succeeded in richocheting the bullet out of harm's way. I quit playing possom and slapped the Browning Hi-Power out of his hand. He reached for a combat knife sheathed over his hip and drew it, cutting me quickly. I punched him hard in the nose, shattering it upon impact. Blood was everywhere.
While he was stunned I grabbed a grenade I obtained from the Hummer, taking it off my blet and pulling the pin. I stuffed it into his jacket pocket and used a push kick to kick him away from me, as well as spring me backwards threw the window pain falling to the street. As I fell from the window I saw a massive explosion envelope the skies above me, followed by a rain storm of colored glass. The roof of a Honda Accord broke my fall.
I limped off of the roof of the Honda Accord and hotwired the vehicle. Finally, I could live my life in peace, finally my enemy was dead. After killing ridding myself of a vile enemy, I drove back home to have sex with his daughter. I am going to have to lay low for a while.
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| Sex tape remastered |
[Aug. 31st, 2007|03:35 pm] |
AccountThirty
Posted 8/29/2007 11:21:54 AM
message detail Some of you remember the topic about how my girlfriend's dad has been harrassing me for dating her and not being a religious freak (she is not even religious) and not being a pro-war nut. I warned him to back off, and he stood his ground against me. Must be his past as a Veteran, which I can respect because he actually fought in the Vietnam war. Fighting in canopy jungles is very different than fighting in the desert. It was just him and Charlie, all he had was an M16, not a tank. Eyeball to eyeball. But, still, the way he speaks up to me? I don't approve of that. You can read about it here.
http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=400&topic=37847210
So I decided to put the final nail in the coffin, show him what's mine and pwn him for good. Basically, the last time I was in his house (he wasn't home, my girlfriend just needed to pick something up), I replaced the disc in a DVD box he had out with a disc of my own. It was one sitting around his room, so I knew he was watching it often. Well, when he popped it in to watch this time, he got a little surprise.
On the disc, was a burned message from me to him, personalized in every way. It started with a little monologue describing our situation.
Account Thirty: Hey old man, I guess this isn't what you were planning on watching, huh? Well, you aren't gonna want to miss this one either. See, I've decided to let you know who's really in charge here, who's calling the shots. It's cool if you want to pretend to be an authority figure around your little girl, or whatever, but just keep in mind what your place is, alright? Your little girl really likes me...I'm about to show you how much.
I hid the web cam behind a plant, and from there five minutes later I let his daughter come in. I made sure that it was at just the right level to watch my bed perfectly. We started making out, and then....LoL, it got a lot more graphic. Basically, it was a 40 minute video of me banging daddy's little girl from all angles. I even made sure she was wearing a camouflaged hat that said "Army Strong" on the front of it.
So now, he knows who I am, and what I am in his life. And if he doesn't like it, what's he going to do about it, LOL!?!?!? If he tries to break us up, his little girl will hate him even more. I've completely and utterly destroyed him, and I love it.
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| Abduction remastered. |
[Aug. 31st, 2007|03:34 pm] |
AccountThirty
Posted 8/30/2007 11:34:51 AM
message detail Many of you remember my topics from last week about my girlfriend's dad who does not like/approve of me because I do not support the troops. He put a "SUPPORT OUR TROOPS" bumper sticker on my car when I wasn't looking, and even has tried to mess with me further. I put anti-war stickers all over his car as a counter attack, and then I sent him a dirty video of his daughter. Well, I thought pwning him like that would keep him out of my hair, but over the weekend I ran into some trouble.
I was driving over to a friend's house, and I noticed a car was following me. Since I picked up a tail I decided to detour from my normal route, so I wouldn't lead them to my friend's I watched them in my rear view for about two miles before I decided I'd lead them out to the desert and take care of them there. That was when I got careless. They must have been working in two teams, because a Hummer came out of nowhere and side swiped me off the road. I got into a huge wreck and was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I was in a dark room with four punks surrounding me, and water dripping off my face. I assume they revived me for what was to come.
Punk # 1: Well well, if it isn't the Great Account Thirty...
Punk #2: We heard a lot about you, chump. Even before the 'ol man sicced us on you.
Punk #1: Shut up, you fool! He's not stupid, he'll put things together.
Punk #3: We're gonna waste him anyway, what difference does it make?
Punk #4: Quenton's right, we gotta be careful, this guy's done lots of our kind in before.
The man named Quenton: Alright, Mr. Account Thirty, now that we've got your attention I guess its only appropriate I introduce you to the team. My name's Quenton, my pal here is Max, Flint, and Sergei. 'Course, that's not our real names. I'm a former Green Beret, my boys Max and Flint here are Army boys on leave, only Sergei's here foreign. He's ex-KGB, so he's not gonna go near you till the end. While me and Sergei are takin' a smoke break, Max and Flint are gonna get acquainted with you. Then the real fun begins. I just got one question before I leave. You want to die before, or after the old man gets here?
Account Thirty: I'll die...after I kill you....
He punched me stiff across the jaw. Then the two more dangerous ones left the room leaving me to the pissants. I watched them with a stone cold poker face as they both started to work me over with baseball bats, beating me with them until I was a blood mess laying on the floor tied to a chair. At one point they crashed the bat into my nose. Blood was everywhere. I had been completely disarmed, except for a pocket multiool I hid up my sleeve where the average **** wouldn't think to look. I was doing my best to cut away at the ropes fastening my wrists, but they had already broken four my ribs. I needed to distract them.
Account Thirty: Don't either of you punks have what it takes to face me on your own?
Max: Shut the **** up, man!!
Flint: Wish I had some one on one time with you, little punk. You're not as tough as you look, what is he? 5'6''? ****ing shrimp.
Account Thirty: I'd take both you punks on at once if my wrists weren't fastened.
Max: Man, I am gonna knock those teeth down the back of your throat, you keep yer yappin'.....
Account Thirty: Yeah yeah, say it to my face, punk!
He stepped right up to me, face to face with me completely confident and about to open his mouth again. Before he could speak a word I swung my right hand around, now freed from the ropes, plunging the multitool's small knife into his throat severing his carotid artery. He started gurgling on blood automatically before he hit the ground. His friend stared in disbelief as I rose from the seat with a bloodthirsty smirk on my face.
Account Thirty: How 'bout that one on one you wanted, tough guy??
AccountThirty
Posted 8/30/2007 11:35:05 AM
message detail He raised his bat over his head, more out of fear than anything else. I ran forward with his arms raised and interlocked my arm behind his, pulling it in an awkward angle and snapping it. As he hit the ground I broke his neck in the same way, silencing him immediately. Unfortuanatly neither of them had any weapons other than the baseball bat and if either of the remaining two had a gun I was ****ed. I waited by the doorway for my chance. Five minutes of silence later, the door opened.
Quenton: What the hell is taking you boys so long? What's...going on...here.....
He only saw what happened for a second before my bat colleded with his face at full force, either killing him or knocking him unconscious. I didn't have time to check, the KGB gorilla was right behind him and I just now got to notice how large this guy was. He stood 6'5'' and was very broad shouldered, I'm only 5'7''. I froze in fear of this behemoth, before rushing him with the bat and swinging it at him. I hit him square in the jaw and he staggered a bit before turning to face me again.
Sergei: ***** American...
He spat a mouth full of blood and a couple teeth into my face distracting me long enough to strip the bat from my hands. He grabbed me throwing me onto a counter, dragging me over the miscelanneous junk that littered it and running my face directly through dry wall. Blood was everywhere. He worked me over with a flurry of well timed and powerful punches, mostly aimed at my face completely dazing me. He spun me around pounding both fists into my kidneys, then grabbed me spinning around again and proceeded to slam his forehead into my face. Picking up my limp and nearly broken body, he lifted me into a military press and hurled me into a dusty old china cabinet breaking through it upon impact. I got up taking a broken plate and trying to slice for his throat, but he grabbed my arm, veered me around and sent me face first into a table. I stumbled back into the kitchen and out of desperation yanked a drawer out of it's slot clattering a bunch of old knives to the ground. I picked up the two largest knives I could find.
Account Thirty: C'mon you ****ing....you ****ing...I'm ready...I c'n take you...you....
He rushed me, with a confident grin across his face. No doubt he was just having fun up until this point, but in his confidence he telegraphed the wide overhand punch he threw, giving me time to duck and plunge one of the knives through his boot, foot, and into the floor board below. He bellowed in pain. I stuck the other knife into the same leg's thigh, and then gave him a solid roundhouse to the leg, bringing him to his knees. With my target (his head) now lowered, I punched him twice across the jaw as hard as I could, then followed with a roundhouse packing everything I had behind it straight into his jaw, snapping his neck. The behemoth fell over, devoid of any life.
I took a moment to recollect myself, I was seeing red. The raging killer inside me was receeding. After the adrenaline rush ended, I hobbled over to the dead Green Beret and removed his cell phone from his pocket. Hitting redial, I knew who's voice I was going to hear on the other line.
Girlfriend's Dad: Hello? Did you take care of it?
Account Thirty: Your men are dead. I'm coming for you next, Norman. *click*
Girlfriend's Dad: Hello...? Hello....?? Hello!?!?!?
I limped outside with the keys to the hummer and started the engine up. I had a long way home.
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| archival, the gf dad story |
[Aug. 29th, 2007|11:12 am] |
AccountThirty
Posted 8/28/2007 11:14:12 AM
message detail Some of you remember my topic yesterday about my girlfriend's Veteran dad giving me crap just because I am not a pro-war military nut. You can read about it here.
http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=400&topic=37820739
Basically, my girlfriend called me up last night and told me that her dad told her that she can't see me anymore. Naturally, she's ignoring his wishes, but it's total BS that he's actually overstepping his place in line and trying to dictate who she can and can not see. I do not believe in this type of overpowering controlling horse **** and I intended to do something about it.
Later that day, my girlfriend's dad got a call.
Girflriend's Dad: Hello?
Account Thirty: You know who this is, I'm not identifying myself over a possibly tracked line.
Girlfriend's Dad: What do you want?
Account Thirty: Stay the **** out of your daughter and my woman's business. We care about each other, and you aren't going to come between us.
Girlfriend's Dad: Just set foot in my house again, punk. I'll ring you out to dry. I've seen your kind before, just out to get into my little girl's pants. Well, it's not gonna happen this time, mister.
Account Thirty: Yeah well, it's a little too late for that.
Girlfriend's Dad: What did you say?!
Account Thirty: If you hang up this phone...I will kill you.
I pulled the bolt back on a rifle I had with me. The most intimidating sound in the world to a Veteran like him. He knew exactly what it meant, I could tell his blood froze cold. He knew he was in my scope.
Account Thirty: Just keep in mind...I can do this again any time I like...*Click*
Girlfriend's Dad: Hello? Hello?! Hello?!?!?
Hopefully this puts enough of a scare through him that he leaves us alone. LoL, I wasn't actually outside his house or anything, I was just sitting in my living room. I just knew it would scare him if he thought he was in my crosshairs. But, that'll teach him for nosing into our affairs.
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[Aug. 23rd, 2007|06:46 pm] |
AccountThirty
Posted 8/21/2007 2:09:53 PM
message detail So, I decided to go to this boxing gym just to check the place out since I have extensive martial arts training, but never one that isolates as much as boxing. I used to think boxing wasn't so great, but I sparred a boxer some time ago and he was really tough. I started to think "How good would your punches get, if you just did the same five ones all the time?". So I decided to check the place out.
I go over to one of the heavy bags, and I'm keeping it at a constant 45 degree angle with combos of punches and kicks. I get the attention of a few guys watching me, and they're pretty entertained. One dude tells me that I might look flashy, but he bets I can't bring it to the ring.
I stop hitting the bag, and I walk up to him face to face. He said this to one of his friends, and didn't think I heard him.
Account Thirty: What was that? Have you got something to say to me?
Punk: I've actually got a lot to say, but I think actions speak louder than words. I've met tougher guys than you in my time in the Army, I aint afraid of you even if you can do Kung Fu kicks or whatever.
Account Thirty: First off it's not Kung Fu. It's Kyokushin. Second off, you aint nothing, punk. You don't want to get into a challenge with me, because you won't be the one walking away from it.
Punk: Lace up then.
So I did. We agreed to full contact rules. Only stopping at first blood, or a knockout. Old school rules. We laced up in these gloves, I really was not comfortable in them. I only ever do bare knuckle sparring, so that I can feel the impact with my fists.
Bell rings, I step up and he gives me a hard jab, I am unexpected and in a different stance because I am used to using footwork which accounts for leg kicks, clinches, and knees. After the jab he crosses me. He is hitting me in the head a bucnh and I have to scramble back. My vision is warped, and I start patting myself in the head to regain my composure. Basically the whole first round went like that. just him pummeling the crap out of me.
Bell rings again, he tries to jab me but I slip the jab, I swing back but he starts bobbing and weaving. I am really not used to seeing this, people don't normally do this in a fight. I can't hit him, he's moving too fast. He punches me hard in the stomach, I drop to my knees and then he clocks me in the jaw, but I am still conscious. I get up from the ten count.
I can feel the rims of my vision getting dark and blurry. This chump is trying to knock me out. I am back on my feet and ready for him this time though. He rushes me and just as I give him a left hook he ducks again, bobbing and weaving. This time I show him the consequence of such a dirty trick. I grab him by the back of a neck hugging him into a clench and knee him hard in the face. I keep firing knees into his sternum, and then shove him hard against the ropes. He rebounds off of them and I time a high roundhouse perfectly sending my instep carreening directly into his jaw. Three teeth and a stream line of blood clatter across the canvas mat of the boxing ring shortly before he collapses like a building with no foundation. I fling both gloves off and mount him. I am pounding him on the face while he is unconscious when two of his friends drag me off of him. One of them tries to take a sucker punch on me but I elbow the dude in the eye and put him in a choke hold pulling my knife. With a hostage I safely made it out of the building and ditched him just as I got back to the car.
I don't think that I should train at this boxing gym anymore, I will have to find a new place to train.
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[May. 13th, 2007|09:53 pm] |
I'm just chilling at home by myself watching Memento (for the first time), when my cell phone rings JUST when I was really into it about halfway through, it's HIM. He got a flat on the highway, and his jack is missing from his car for some reason (he probably lost it somewhere, what an idiot), so he wants ME to come bring him one or pick him up or something (I don't even know). So obviously I got mad at him for ruining my movie and told him to just call someone else, and for some reason he got really pissed off at me, so I just hung up on him and turned my cell off.
Anyway, I'm just venting |
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[Jun. 29th, 2006|09:15 pm] |
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I've been sick since Tuesday with a cold or something. I don't know, it's not a crippling illness, but I feel very light headed and dizzy and usually I have a headache. I've called in the last two days from work and I'll probably call in tomorrow despite the fact that I don't have any PTO left. Rick's a pretty understanding guy, I really appreciate the way my bosses treat me now as opposed to the kind of crap I used to have to put up with. I hate feeling sick, I haven't gotten any training since Monday. Actually, now it makes more sense as to why I was so exhausted that night, I had probably just started coming down with it. I know I'm not in the condition to do that kind of stuff right now. I hate being sick. |
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