Somethings "Up" (Invite)

[cookthatshiz]

The news of Tommy Gunns had hit Jay Crack hard. First it was Tha Infamous 187 and his half sister Kenisha Williams who literally bit the bullet. Now another one that Jay knew personally had been hit. Would it ever end? He had no clue who it was that could have taken it this far. He knew The Familia Regime had enemies, but damn... Who could they have pissed off so bad that they'd resort to this...? He didn't know. He knew he had to get the word out. Get some people searching. He knew he had to rally up some of the homies from back home. Slowly stepping out the doors of the entrance of The Tower, Jay reached into the pocket of his jacket. Sifting through his belongings within his pocket, Jay pulls out his cell phone from his pocket. He flipped it open, went to his contacts, and searched for the name of one of his and 187's boys they could count on. Finally finding it, he hit "send" and lifted the phone up to his ear. Listening to it ring, he awaited an answer from the other end.

[glow=red,1,0]"Come on nigga... Pick up..."[/glow]

He waited a couple moments but didn't end up getting an answer. He shook his head and decided he would just leave a message on the voicemail. They'd eventually get it.

[glow=red,1,0]"F**k... A'iight... Ayo', Rem... I'm sure you've probably already heard homie... Murda' done got himself hit up... And they got my sis' too nigga... She got herself hit in the shoulder while she was with him... But the homie got it bad... Murda' in the f**kin' hospital right now... Laid up in a damn coma now.... Sh*t is all f**ked up right now... And my homie Tommy Gunns is gone... Got his ride blown the f**k up... They ain't find a body so... You can only guess what happen ya know...? Look man... I don't know who the f**k is doing this sh*t but I'ma need ya to do some searching... Explore all possibilities my nigga... For all we know... Some niggas from the old hood could be tryna' get some payback or hired by someone.... Check around the West Coast nigga... See if some mothaf**ka is poppin' off at the mouth about this sh*t... Someone might be down around that area claiming they did this... I don't know for sure... But you know we gotta explore this sh*t... They asses might not even be in Canada... So check niggas on the West... Make sure you take Felony and Deuce with you in case... If they down that way... You gonna need back up... Hit me back up when you get this nigga... Gotta find out who did this sh*t... Holla nigga... One..." [/glow]

With that said, Jay Crack closed his cell phone and began to place it back in his pocket. He looked around the area around in front of The Tower. Waiting on a tax that he had called ahead of time before he had made his way outside. As he waits, he reaches into his pocket and searches for something else now. He then pulls out a pack of NewPorts cigarettes. He pulls a single one out and puts it in his mouth. Then he began to search his pockets again with his free hand. This time, he pulls a lighter out from his pocket and puts the pack of NewPorts away. He then ignites the flame of the lighter and brings it up to the tip of the cigarette. Lighting it, taking a few quick puffs, and then putting the lighter away back into his pocket. He then began to look out for the taxi as he stood there and waited.

[The Contact]

Having made her presence known, and having made a huge statement in her cause against the Familia Regime as a whole, the young lady whom had initiated these deadly games dialed up the number of one of the members she hadn't yet received much information on. Much like her second "target" in Mr. Gunns, she believed that this young man was one of great value to the faction as a whole. The type whom they called upon when things needed to be handled in a more "stern" and definite manner if you will. The number was dialed and a sly smirk appeared on her face as she sat back and awaited the other end to be answered.

[cookthatshiz]

[glow=red,1,0]"Where the hell that taxi at...?"[/glow]

Jay stood there looking to the left down the street. Then he looked down to the right down the street. Raising an eyebrow as he awaited for his ride to arrive. Then the sound of "Crunk Music" by The Diplomats begins to play within his jacket pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled his cell phone out from his pocket. A confused look on his face as he looked at the number on the called ID of his cell phone. He didn't recognize it. He wondered how this person calling may have gotten his number. It was a rare occasion that he would recieve a call from an unknown caller. He took a quick drag from the cigarette in his mouth, exhaled the smoke into the cold Canadian air, flipped the cell phone open, and slowly raised it up to his ear. Listening closely to what could be heard on the other end. There was no voice yet, so Jay went ahead and spoke first...

[glow=red,1,0]"Whattup? Who this?"[/glow]

[The Contact]

"Maybe you should be more focused on WHY rather than HOW Mr...I don't believe I have your last name sir. No matter really. I merely wished to speak with one of the members of the Familia Regime who isn't used to the spotlight so to speak. Tell me, how ARE you taking the news of your brothers in arms slowly dwindling down in numbers? Holding up fine are we?"

[cookthatshiz]

Jay wondered what the hell was going on when he heard what was said on the other line. This was the wrong time to be taking cheap shots at The Familia Regime. He shook his head and responded with...

[glow=red,1,0]"What the hell...? Look b***h. I don't know who the f**k you think you is. I don't know how the f**k you got my number. But you best be watching what comes outta your mouth when you speak on The Familia Regime. Just cause someone got the nerve to start war with us, don't mean we ain't ready strap up and bust back. So watch ya damn mouth when you speak on my brothers and sisters in arms, cause you don't want to f**k with us during this time."[/glow]

[The Contact]

She giggled for a few seconds. She could tell the young man was indeed upset over the events of the previous weeks for his "family". All the better she thought as her laughter died down slowly before offering her own take on things.

"Funny you should say something like that I think. From where my associates and myself sit, doesn't look like you all are doing much of anything to prevent being wiped off the face of the earth. No counter strike or anything. What are you all just going to sit there and take it? The oh so mighty Familia Regime? I refuse to believe it. So tell me besides mouting off like some reject gangster rapper what ARE you boys going to do about it all hm?"

[cookthatshiz]

This woman was seriously getting on his last nerve and the conversation has only started. A sigh escaped his lips before looking out for the taxi again. He shook his head not seeing it around. Irritated with the way this conversation was going, Jay responded back with...

[glow=red,1,0]"How about you bring your @$$ on down to where I am and I'll show you and your associates what the hell we are going to do about it? Talking all this tough sh*t on the phone and acting like you ontop of the world. Get the f**k outta here with that sh*t. If you ain't gonna come down and show your face, then you ain't sh*t but some scared little b***h who can't do sh*t but talk sh*t on the phone. Come see me in the flesh and see what'll happen. Blasting my fam' in silence but won't do sh*t your damn self. You a f**kin' coward."[/glow]

[The Contact]

"Oh my. Such a harsh tone for a just a woman now. I'm amazed. You actually seemed concerned now. And why on god's green earth would I come down to where you are Mr. "Crack"? Answer me that. Why do that when I can just have other people's eyes on you FOR me?"

[The Trigger]

80 yards away from The Tower...

Sitting among the roof top of a building was a man dressed in all black. Black mask, black gloves, black long sleeve t-shirt, black pants, black boots... Looking to almost be like a shadowed figure. This was to conceal his identity from whoever may see him. A tall, black bag was slung over top of his shoulder as he approached the edge of the rooftop. He lifted his free hand up to his face with a pair of binoculars within it. Looking through the binoculars, a smirk crossed his face as he seen his next "target" in his sights. He was in the perfect position to accomplish his mission. He lowered the binoculars from his face and said to himself...

" 'Vell, 'vell, 'vell.... I see you Crack-man...."

He set the black bag on his shoulder down and proceeded to unzip the bag open. The contents inside of it caused his smirk to grow. A slight chuckle came from his as he said...

"Oh... How I love 'var...."

[cookthatshiz]

[glow=red,1,0]"Do I seriously need to repeat myself? The reason you won't come down here is cause YOU ARE A COWARD. A f**kin' rat @$$ b***h who hides away in the confines of her comfy lil' room. Ain't got the courage to go out and do this sh*t your damn self. That's what it is. Sending your little flunkies to go out and pop my family. What the hell is wrong with you? I don't send nobody to go and do my bidding. If I want something done, I will go out do it myself. Why can't you show up down where I'm at and take us out yourself? Hmmm? Answer me that? Why you so scared?"[/glow]

[The Contact]

"You're really a sad case Mr. "Crack" you know? I thought that I shouldn't pre-judge from the footage I've seen of you. The foul mouth and baggy clothes. The constant "bitch" references and a four letter word every three seconds. I thought, maybe, just maybe it was all for the cameras. And maybe he was at least moderately intelligent you know. You just proved me to be very very wrong in those assumptions. You're as idiotic and useless as I thought actually. Just a sad run of the mill and fly by night living breathing over done gimmick Mr. "Crack". Why did I even waste my time calling you in the first place. I should just go to the source and end this thing earlier than scheduled. "

[cookthatshiz]

[glow=red,1,0]"Well... Maybe if I wasn't talking to the broad who done tried to kill my family... I wouldn't be treating you like the damn b***h you are. I mean... Damn... How'd you f**kin' feel if you're family was innocent in this sh*t... and she got caught up in the middle of some bullsh*t she ain't even apart of...? I'm sure you'd be just the least bit angry yourself. You go ahead and make your assumptions and judgements all you want. Think all the damn things you want. You just another punk b***h I'm going to have to lay in the dirt. Normally I don't harm a female, but you really pushing it. You're really f**king pushing it. Since you're not going to come down here... Where are you? I'll come to you."[/glow]

[The Contact]

Surely he just didn't speak that word. He couldn't have. He wouldn't have. If he had the faintest idea of what type of organization he was apart of he wouldn't even have attempted to use it in this conversation at all.

"Let's back up a little shall we? Innocent? Surely you can NOT be speaking of the Familia Regime? Innocent Mr. Crack? You ARE stupid aren't you? Perhaps even more so than Mr. Arielle OR Mr. Dillinger at this point. You think you're one of the good guys Mr. Crack? You think you wear a white hat and save damsels in distress? And as much as I'd love to visit with you, I don't think you'd make it here to beautiful Los Angeles before my departure in a few short hours. So, dream on I suppose?"

[The Trigger]

The man had reached into the black bag and pulled out a M24 sniper rifle. He shook his head as he held the rifle within his hands. Nodding his head, he set it down beside him and reached into the bag again. This time he pulled out the front scope and stand that he would have to attach to the rifle. The man reached into the bag once again. And finally he pulled out the ammunition that was required in order to take care of the "target." He took the scope and quickly attached it to the rifle. Then the man would stick the rifle onto it's stand so that he wouldn't have to hold it as he aimed to shoot. The man took the ammunition and put it into the rifle. He took the rifle and set it up on the edge of the rooftop. Before he got own to work, the man reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills that read "Diazepam" across it. He opened the bottle and poured a couple into his hand. Then he brought the pills up to his mouth and quickly shoved them in. After swallowing the pills, he knelt down and grabbed a hold of the rifle. Closing one eye and using the other to stare through the scope to find his target again. Awaiting his cue to take the shot.

[cookthatshiz]

He raised an eyebrow as he heard what she had said on the phone. Jay shook his head and responded...

[glow=red,1,0]"Are YOU stupid...? Were you listening when I was speaking...? I know damn well I ain't innocent. I know damn well that none of The Familia Regime is innocent. If YOU were listening... You were have heard me say SHE... Not HE... Not THEM... SHE... Got it? SHE... Meaning an innocent woman who got caught up in the middle of this bullsh*t you done started. An innocent woman who did nothing wrong to anyone. And just cause you want to knock off The Familia Regime... You don't give a damn about the innocent people who are in the same area as them. Don't understand yet? Does Kenisha Williams ring a bell? She had nothing to do with what we do. Why she got to get hit? Hmm...?" [/glow]

[The Contact]

"Ms. Williams? Her only sin was being in the wrong place, with the wrong person, AT the wrong time I believe. Innocent is she? I highly doubt it if she associates with the likes of Mr. Taylor anyway. You DO know of the term "Guilty by Association"?"

[cookthatshiz]

[glow=red,1,0]"Yeah. I know that term. I know what it means. But that being your basis for why you do what you do is some bullsh*t. What if I went up in your fam's home and sprayed your momma and poppa up in their heads? Just cause they "associated" with you, they had to die. Even though they ain't had sh*t to do with what you've done. How much sense does that make?"[/glow]

[The Contact]

She smiled a devilish smile before responding.

"Wouldn't make much sense to me at all actually. Such actions would be nothing more than a act of suicide in my eyes. You'd never get close enough to do so really. But in all seriousness Mr. Crack, Ms. Williams was merely a casualty of war. It's sad really. She's probably the only decent one among you. Lord knows you all have gone on long enough playing God with people's lives and livelihoods. It's disgusting that wrestling fans all around the planet give you all praise over and over again. Not knowing truly what type of people you all truly are. But I know Mr. Crack. I know first hand how the Familia operates and what imbeciles reside in said faction. I know from personal experience with my past dealings with you all. And I intend to begin the motions and actions that will once and all rid this planet of such a scurge among humanity. I'll be doing the world a service actually. "

[cookthatshiz]

[glow=red,1,0]"Well... Ladee f**kin' Da... You know first hand experience how it is to get yourself dealt with when you're messing with The Familia Regime. Big f**kin' whoop. Who hasn't? Hey... Here's a thought. Don't f**k with the wrong faction and maybe... Just maybe... You wouldn't have to feel like you've got to wage war. Now you might think just cause you hitting all our people don't mean there ain't more out there willing to exact their revenge just the same as you do. You think you're doing something great? Do you even realize how deep The Familia Regime's roots go? Do you even realize how big this family is? I don't think you do. I don't think you even have the first f**kin' clue to how deep this family goes into. You want a war? Come bring yourself and your crew up here in Canada. See us in Canada face to face and we'll set this. No need for this long... drawn out... bullsh*t. Just come on down and get mirked."[/glow]

[The Contact]

"You cannot be serious. Of course I know of the Familia's "roots". Each of the former branches that changed the very way promotions are even looked at in this industry. I know all of that Mr. Crack. I know of the Order. The Regime. I even have knowledge of the ORIGINAL "Regime" if you will. Bet even YOU didn't know that the one everyone is so familiar with was NOT the original? Did you? You see Mr. Crack I do my research and I do it WELL. And just to prove to you sir that I do in fact know how "deep" these "roots" run?...I'd suggest one of your brothers or sisters getting in contact with Mr. Reymaun. As soon as possible hm?"