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Things are racing along at their normal pace.  What that means is, on a daily basis there's so much shit going down that I barely have time to sit down and enjoy a good bottle of Jamesons anymore. 
 
Fight club is going well, Ise.  We got ourselves a prize fighter, although that might not work out as well as I thought, since everyone seems afraid to fight him.  Maybe I'll have an all comers night.  Throw him in the ring and send out a text.  
 
My fight with Steph earned well, although I was hoping to attract more betting on Steph with good long odds.  Fuck, that woman can fight!  She ripped a chunk out of my shoulder and spat it in my face. Stop fucking laughing Ise.  I barely got through that fight by the skin of my teeth.  I'm guessing that when she's in a bit better shape she'll end up kicking my arse.  Man, I like that woman.  Nothing of the pansy, simpering female about her.
 
The Dyna business blew up in a way I didn't expect.  Yeah, I sold her off.  Some clients just don't mind mutliated and, well, she was so proud of those titties and so ashamed once I'd done with them that she's like sharkbait now to some folks.  Got a good price for her too.  Yeah, I know that sounds good, but... her sister has been sniffing around, looking for her.
 
 I didn't realise it was her at first, but someone broke into my apartment.  Wasn't til I got arrested for headbutting that cop that I realised that Vera had been in there and found her sisters shoes under my bed.     Yeah, yeah.  I got the builders in, remodelled quick enough.  Problem is, this sister aint the type to go away.  She paid off some chick to hit me over the head with a lump of wood *pauses* Stop fucking laughing Ise.  
 
Anyways, I had to go after her.  Found out she bleeds well.  Isnt too fond of hot needles but... she's resourceful.  I don't know how she managed it, but I came back from a meeting with some guy that wants to buy her,  no I don't know why,  anyway, she'd managed to get out of the shower room lock up.  Took me by surprise and kicked me in my dodgy knee.  Why does everyone always go for my knee?   Stop fucking laughing Ise.  I need to find her again.  Not only does she got a big mouth, and is a pushy fucking bitch, but someone is willing to part with cash for her.  Yeah I know, no accounting for taste.
 
Only other news that I'm willing to tell you about is, I got a weird message from someone.  The kind that had me ending up with barbed wire around my throat and tacks fired from a tack gun into my leg. No I don't know who it was.  If I knew that would they still be alive? 
Bald guy, leathered up.  Looked like the kinky type.  Spelled out the letter R in tacks on my thigh. Ise it isn't fucking funny!!!  He didn't say much at all, only that he'd been hired to send me a message, something about checking myself.  Yeah, I know that means I'm a worry to some folks.  It also means I gotta worry about them too.
 
Alright Ise.  Maybe I'll see you sometime soon eh?  If not, call me, or I'll call you and bug your arse.  And stay out of that fucking church!!