"To Resist Is to Piss In the Wind"- Dawkins

To Resist is to Piss in the Wind

It worked. Levi had been reduced to babbling lunatic, and Dawk was the one to blame. Well, maybe not blame, exactly. The credit was to be given to Dawk, for breaking down the nutjob. Sitting at home now, a Lipton Brisk bottle at his side, and a Sanka coffee can in his lap, he stared into the lens in front of him. This wasn't going to be a Day in the Life deal... no no, this was going to be the final dagger into the heart of Levi...

Tommy, are you listening now? Are you paying attention now? Do you CARE NOW?!? I told you I wasn't screwing around, home slice. I thought breaking shovels over your head a month ago would've opened your eyes, but you still thought I was just playing games. You knew what I was capable of, you knew how sick I can get, and yet you still treated me like just another opponent. No, Tommy, you're damn wrong... I'm NOT just another opponent... this isn't just about getting you in a good old fashioned rasslin match, do you understand me? I'm the matador, Tommy. I'm taunting you with my reddest red cloak... and you're the bull. Everytime you charge me, I move. I keep you guessing, I keep you paranoid. And when I've tired of you, when I've finally broken you down... YOU, Tommy Levi, easily one of the most technically gifted, cold hearted, sadistic son of a b|tches I've EVER met... when I've achieved my goal of BREAKING YOU DOWN... that's when I'll drive my sword into the back of your neck...

It was sick. It was disturbing. Trevor Dixon, the cameraman, was getting dizzy; the room was spinning. He set the camera down, and placed his face between his legs, breathing deeply

You've got problems, sir. You've got a lot of problems

The words nearly fell on deaf ears. Dawk was too busy unfolding a letter he had received roughly ten days ago, from a certain M. G. O. He briefly eyed Dixon, before going back to opening the piece of paper, finally holding the sheet up for all to see

This, Levi... THIS is the sword that will lead to your demise. I have a certain working on the inside for me, watching out for me, protecting my interests. I can only deal with chickenshits like Donaldsby for so long, before I have to go make some sort of ally. He guaranteed me that you'd be on the road working against some local hero while I was in your house. He assured me that you WOULD see the footage before we went on the air Saturday night. Ane he PROMISED me that you would snap. Yeah, Tommy, I WAS there for you when your mother died. I WAS there when you broke down, helpless; alone. And I WAS there with you in the bar, downing Steel Reserve after Steel Reserve, drinking myself far past my limit, rambling with you; two drunken idiots. Remember that, Tommy. I was there for you. And I'm here for you again. I'm here for you to show you how good things can be...

The can was opened, and titled. A small gray cloud fell to the carpet. Dixon left the room, while Dawk laid down right next to the sooty matter

And I can ALSO show you just how BAD it can get... Hello, Ms. Levi, how are you doing? Everything good up there? Yeah? Oh yeah, I know exactly how you feel. Your son is a disgrace. I know, I know. He never appreciated anything anyone ever did for him... but that's okay. I promise you, Ms. Levi, when I'm done with him, you two will reunite, and you can have your eternal way with him...

There was a loud pounding on the door. Dawk looked up, somewhat taken aback. The door opened, but only slightly. The chain lock prevented further entry, but the voice of the man entered, and sent a chill down his spine

Open up, you son of a bitch! Open the MOTHER FUCKING DOOR!

It was Levi. Anyone with half a brain would've known who it was. Dawk got up, grabbed the coffee can, and headed to the door. Levi froze as he eyed the can

You even try to come into my house, and I'll dump this bad boy till your mom is scattered all along my lawn, do you understand me?

Levi reached into the house, only to have the door slammed upon his arm. He let out a scream... a hybrid of both physical pain and emotional torment. Dawk was having the time of his life

Just give me the fuckin can, Taylor! This is out of the God damn scope! Give me the can, and I won't kill you... Give me the GOD DAMN CAN!

He didn't even respond, simply smiling, kissing the can, before forcing the door shut, and shutting the deadbolt. Levi hung around for a few minutes more, before relenting. He kicked the door one last time, shaking the entire house, before turning, and leaving in his car. When Dawk opened the door, a note was there. Upon reading, his eyes bulged open...


				*The Legend Of Tommy Levi* *"To Resist Is to Piss In the Wind"- Dawkins*



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		To Resist is to Piss in the Wind It worked. Levi had been reduced to babbling lunatic, and Dawk was the one to blame. Well, maybe not blame, exactly. The credit was to be given to Dawk, for breaking down the nutjob. Sitting at home now, a Lipton Brisk bottle at his side, and a Sanka coffee can in his lap, he stared into the lens in front of him. This wasn't going to be a Day in the Life deal... no no, this was going to be the final dagger into the heart of Levi... Tommy, are you listening now? Are you paying attention now? Do you CARE NOW?!? I told you I wasn't screwing around, home slice. I thought breaking shovels over your head a month ago would've opened your eyes, but you still thought I was just playing games. You knew what I was capable of, you knew how sick I can get, and yet you still treated me like just another opponent. No, Tommy, you're damn wrong... I'm NOT just another opponent... this isn't just about getting you in a good old fashioned rasslin match, do you understand me? I'm the matador, Tommy. I'm taunting you with my reddest red cloak... and you're the bull. Everytime you charge me, I move. I keep you guessing, I keep you paranoid. And when I've tired of you, when I've finally broken you down... YOU, Tommy Levi, easily one of the most technically gifted, cold hearted, sadistic son of a b\|tches I've EVER met... when I've achieved my goal of BREAKING YOU DOWN... that's when I'll drive my sword into the back of your neck... It was sick. It was disturbing. Trevor Dixon, the cameraman, was getting dizzy; the room was spinning. He set the camera down, and placed his face between his legs, breathing deeply You've got problems, sir. You've got a lot of problems The words nearly fell on deaf ears. Dawk was too busy unfolding a letter he had received roughly ten days ago, from a certain M. G. O. He briefly eyed Dixon, before going back to opening the piece of paper, finally holding the sheet up for all to see This, Levi... THIS is the sword that will lead to your demise. I have a certain working on the inside for me, watching out for me, protecting my interests. I can only deal with chickenshits like Donaldsby for so long, before I have to go make some sort of ally. He guaranteed me that you'd be on the road working against some local hero while I was in your house. He assured me that you WOULD see the footage before we went on the air Saturday night. Ane he PROMISED me that you would snap. Yeah, Tommy, I WAS there for you when your mother died. I WAS there when you broke down, helpless; alone. And I WAS there with you in the bar, downing Steel Reserve after Steel Reserve, drinking myself far past my limit, rambling with you; two drunken idiots. Remember that, Tommy. I was there for you. And I'm here for you again. I'm here for you to show you how good things can be... The can was opened, and titled. A small gray cloud fell to the carpet. Dixon left the room, while Dawk laid down right next to the sooty matter And I can ALSO show you just how BAD it can get... Hello, Ms. Levi, how are you doing? Everything good up there? Yeah? Oh yeah, I know exactly how you feel. Your son is a disgrace. I know, I know. He never appreciated anything anyone ever did for him... but that's okay. I promise you, Ms. Levi, when I'm done with him, you two will reunite, and you can have your eternal way with him... There was a loud pounding on the door. Dawk looked up, somewhat taken aback. The door opened, but only slightly. The chain lock prevented further entry, but the voice of the man entered, and sent a chill down his spine Open up, you son of a bitch! Open the MOTHER FUCKING DOOR! It was Levi. Anyone with half a brain would've known who it was. Dawk got up, grabbed the coffee can, and headed to the door. Levi froze as he eyed the can You even try to come into my house, and I'll dump this bad boy till your mom is scattered all along my lawn, do you understand me? Levi reached into the house, only to have the door slammed upon his arm. He let out a scream... a hybrid of both physical pain and emotional torment. Dawk was having the time of his life Just give me the fuckin can, Taylor! This is out of the God damn scope! Give me the can, and I won't kill you... Give me the GOD DAMN CAN! He didn't even respond, simply smiling, kissing the can, before forcing the door shut, and shutting the deadbolt. Levi hung around for a few minutes more, before relenting. He kicked the door one last time, shaking the entire house, before turning, and leaving in his car. When Dawk opened the door, a note was there. Upon reading, his eyes bulged open...