Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 20:19:55 GMT -5
Once upon a time,
There was a band of brothers all lined up against the wall, all with cut off shirts showcasing who had the biggest set of muscles. These four brothers never actually were brothers, but they all came from broken families. They did have brothers and sisters, but the time these four boys spent with each other were memories to last a lifetime.
Upon this set of brothers, they all stood out for their own perks and appearances. First we had a short man with long jet black hair who had developed a sense of fashion that would make Marilyn Manson proud. This boy was named Trace. He often wore a leather jacket, some cargo pants and he had a red stripe down his hair. He painted his nails black and had a tough guy attitude.
Trace had two actual siblings, but it wasn't them who drove him off into this gang of guys: it was his alcoholic father. Trace's father used to drink away his sorrows and beat on his children. Trace despised that man and when he could, Trace would bring his siblings with him. Axel and Faith fit into the group well as Trace always was looking out for them.
Trace was the tough one of the group as he had put his body into more brawls than he should have. They were on the rough side of town and they were looking to go to war with some men on the other side of the tracks, more on them later.
Get tough, or die.
Upon this band of brothers was a young man named Solomon. Solomon was the youngest of the group of four, but he had the mindset twice his age. Solomon was about a few inches shorter than everybody but he showed the most amount of bite whenever they got into scraps.
Solomon was quiet and didn't have a care for much in the world as he grew up alone without his mother. Solomon had to get tough quick or die on this side of town. Once Solomon had garnered their trust, he immediately jumped at the chance, being somewhere where he never thought he'd be since his first stint with the group.
Get tough, or die.
On the other side of Solomon was the giant of the group. This man's name was Shawn and he built like a brick craphouse. He had long flowing hair that needed to be washed along with skin tight shirts that showed off his muscles. He looked tough and acted tough but deep down he had a broken heart.
Shawn had lost something that meant so much to him: his daughter. Having her at such a young age wasn't a good idea, but as he saw her grow up he also saw her become independent. One day on the busy roads of this city, Shawn had seen her get struck with a car, ultimately breaking his heart in half forever.
Get tough, or die.
The last man in this four man group is the so called leader with the most experience in the group. This man was Michael and he had been in the most fights in the group while garnering a huge amount of respect from the tough guys around town. He was the definition of tough.
But he himself had also been broken. He had lost his sister in a horrific accident and it crushed every single piece of his heart. Michael had been brought into this life of fighting to avenge that death. He didn't want to come back into this fighting life, but it keeps calling.
Get tough, or die.
These men often rode with each other on that bad side of town. They've been in control of every gathering of fights since they took over. They were the most respected men in the fight scene. If you wanted to fight, you had to go to them to be placed in one of the brawls. They were in charge.
Until one day another group of much younger men from out of town came into the scene.
These four men were hungrier and fresher than the ole respected veterans of this town. They came out of nowhere and they wanted to take over. They wanted all the success in this fight scene. They wanted it bad.
Get tough, or die.
Mak Cross, Cam Nitta, DevilKiller and Dex were their names and they wanted everything. They were going to fight for it. The four men wanted a piece of the action and wanted to emerge victorious.
Get though, or die.
This is where Solomon shone. The more people he could hurt, the better he got. He had yet another chance to make his mark. And here, not only did he have four opponents, he also had three partners. Solomon stalked his prey as he usually does and he now had the chance to strike.
His prey wasn't the four new men, no that was the fodder. His prey was the men he stood beside. His prey were the men that he needed to get rid of so he could be the lone wolf of this town.
He needed to be the best. He knew he was the best. HE WAS GOD!
I'm nervous this week, he said as he approached her, giving her a huge hug.
She comforted him as she made the hug tighter, swallowing his fears inside, Why are you nervous, sweetie?
I just don't know if I can do this, he said.
Sweetie, you've made your mark already. Winning Scars and Stripes on your first night, she said recalling that special night.
So what? One night, I got lucky.
Luck has nothing to do with it, my love. You only lost last week since you faced three other men, one of them being the guy who distracted you, she said implying Joe Bishop's now terrible run.
Yeah, but Joe was my friend...
No, Solomon. He wasn't. Bishop was in your Nest. He used you, as did all the others. Matthew, Lukas, Mary even Randye. They all used you, she said pecking him on the cheek.
Where did they go anyway? I haven't seen them..., he said all confused at the situation. They had disappeared from his life, unexpectedly.
Not important, Solo. They're gone. You don't need them. What you need is me, she said as she brushed his hair calmly.
I've missed you, he said looking into her eyes with love, but this week, I'm in there with seven other guys. And Scarlett will surely peak her head in there.
Solomon sweetie, you can do this, she said with a smile that could melt ice, I believe in you.
But there is three other men, he said while concerned they'll take control of everything.
Nothing will go wrong, my Sweet Solomon. You'll do amazing, she leaned in and kissed him on the head, effectively finishing the conversation to rock him to sleep.
There was a band of brothers all lined up against the wall, all with cut off shirts showcasing who had the biggest set of muscles. These four brothers never actually were brothers, but they all came from broken families. They did have brothers and sisters, but the time these four boys spent with each other were memories to last a lifetime.
Upon this set of brothers, they all stood out for their own perks and appearances. First we had a short man with long jet black hair who had developed a sense of fashion that would make Marilyn Manson proud. This boy was named Trace. He often wore a leather jacket, some cargo pants and he had a red stripe down his hair. He painted his nails black and had a tough guy attitude.
Trace had two actual siblings, but it wasn't them who drove him off into this gang of guys: it was his alcoholic father. Trace's father used to drink away his sorrows and beat on his children. Trace despised that man and when he could, Trace would bring his siblings with him. Axel and Faith fit into the group well as Trace always was looking out for them.
Trace was the tough one of the group as he had put his body into more brawls than he should have. They were on the rough side of town and they were looking to go to war with some men on the other side of the tracks, more on them later.
Get tough, or die.
Upon this band of brothers was a young man named Solomon. Solomon was the youngest of the group of four, but he had the mindset twice his age. Solomon was about a few inches shorter than everybody but he showed the most amount of bite whenever they got into scraps.
Solomon was quiet and didn't have a care for much in the world as he grew up alone without his mother. Solomon had to get tough quick or die on this side of town. Once Solomon had garnered their trust, he immediately jumped at the chance, being somewhere where he never thought he'd be since his first stint with the group.
Get tough, or die.
On the other side of Solomon was the giant of the group. This man's name was Shawn and he built like a brick craphouse. He had long flowing hair that needed to be washed along with skin tight shirts that showed off his muscles. He looked tough and acted tough but deep down he had a broken heart.
Shawn had lost something that meant so much to him: his daughter. Having her at such a young age wasn't a good idea, but as he saw her grow up he also saw her become independent. One day on the busy roads of this city, Shawn had seen her get struck with a car, ultimately breaking his heart in half forever.
Get tough, or die.
The last man in this four man group is the so called leader with the most experience in the group. This man was Michael and he had been in the most fights in the group while garnering a huge amount of respect from the tough guys around town. He was the definition of tough.
But he himself had also been broken. He had lost his sister in a horrific accident and it crushed every single piece of his heart. Michael had been brought into this life of fighting to avenge that death. He didn't want to come back into this fighting life, but it keeps calling.
Get tough, or die.
These men often rode with each other on that bad side of town. They've been in control of every gathering of fights since they took over. They were the most respected men in the fight scene. If you wanted to fight, you had to go to them to be placed in one of the brawls. They were in charge.
Until one day another group of much younger men from out of town came into the scene.
These four men were hungrier and fresher than the ole respected veterans of this town. They came out of nowhere and they wanted to take over. They wanted all the success in this fight scene. They wanted it bad.
Get tough, or die.
Mak Cross, Cam Nitta, DevilKiller and Dex were their names and they wanted everything. They were going to fight for it. The four men wanted a piece of the action and wanted to emerge victorious.
Get though, or die.
This is where Solomon shone. The more people he could hurt, the better he got. He had yet another chance to make his mark. And here, not only did he have four opponents, he also had three partners. Solomon stalked his prey as he usually does and he now had the chance to strike.
His prey wasn't the four new men, no that was the fodder. His prey was the men he stood beside. His prey were the men that he needed to get rid of so he could be the lone wolf of this town.
He needed to be the best. He knew he was the best. HE WAS GOD!
I'm nervous this week, he said as he approached her, giving her a huge hug.
She comforted him as she made the hug tighter, swallowing his fears inside, Why are you nervous, sweetie?
I just don't know if I can do this, he said.
Sweetie, you've made your mark already. Winning Scars and Stripes on your first night, she said recalling that special night.
So what? One night, I got lucky.
Luck has nothing to do with it, my love. You only lost last week since you faced three other men, one of them being the guy who distracted you, she said implying Joe Bishop's now terrible run.
Yeah, but Joe was my friend...
No, Solomon. He wasn't. Bishop was in your Nest. He used you, as did all the others. Matthew, Lukas, Mary even Randye. They all used you, she said pecking him on the cheek.
Where did they go anyway? I haven't seen them..., he said all confused at the situation. They had disappeared from his life, unexpectedly.
Not important, Solo. They're gone. You don't need them. What you need is me, she said as she brushed his hair calmly.
I've missed you, he said looking into her eyes with love, but this week, I'm in there with seven other guys. And Scarlett will surely peak her head in there.
Solomon sweetie, you can do this, she said with a smile that could melt ice, I believe in you.
But there is three other men, he said while concerned they'll take control of everything.
Nothing will go wrong, my Sweet Solomon. You'll do amazing, she leaned in and kissed him on the head, effectively finishing the conversation to rock him to sleep.
