Sonny Liston survives, working for the mob in late 70's New York.

Sonny woke up the next day in central park hungover like a mother****er. He blacked out and didnt remember what happened, plus his shirt was covered in spew. He checked his watch, "damn, already lunch time," he thought, "what the **** happened last night?"

He slowly made his way back to Harlem to get himself cleaned up. He got home and lit up a smoke when his phone started to ring. It was his street runner. Sonny would use him to sell drugs at street level so it wasn't red hot for him. "**** I forgot about today, I'll meet you down Brooklyn in an hour." hollered Sonny.

He got himself ready then drove down to the slums to pick up Shawty, his main man on the street. "Whats crackin Shawty, get in man," cried Sonny as he opened the door.

"Yo Sonny whassup G. Whats bin happenen?" said Shawty.

"Good man, hows business."

"Business is always good Sonny. Imma straight up G niga. But we gotta lil problem wit the Spanish homeboys down the block. Tryin cut in on our action man, We gotta take these ****ing spiks out.

"Can yu handle it, or you want me to talk to them Dago ****s for you?"

"Its cool bro, we'll take care of it."

"Well make sure you do," cried Sonny. "Or I'll be be ****ing me sum nigas up as well as sum spicks, you hear me boy? Now go take care of business."

"Ok," replied Shawty as he left the car.

Sonny sped off leaving him in his wake. He decided he needed some more licquor, so he went to a bottle shop. He reached for his wallet when four young kids run in and pulled a gun on the bottle shop worker.

"Give me all the cash, NOW," yelled the oldest kid wh seemed to be the oldest. Sonny took a step back as they raided the till as well as the licqour shelves. They were finished when the short fat kid, who was the youngest grabbed Sonny's wallet out of his hand.

Sonny grabbed the kid while trying to get away as his friends all just left him there. "You ****ing little ****," roared the mighty Sonny Liston at the top of his lungs. The kid was big for his age but still only 12 or 13 and he looked scared. "You punkass little ***** tryin rob me. You know who I am? Imma beat that ass of yours now."

The kid tried to break free, but Sonny was much too strong for him. "Whats your name you fat ****," bellowed Liston. The kid was now frightened to death.

"M-M-M-M."

"What is it?"

"Its Michael sir." said the fat kid in a high pitched squeal.

"Well Michael," Sonny replied as he removed his belt "Time to give you your beatin." He started to thrash the fat kid severely over and over, makoing sure the belt buckle which was stainless steel was doing the most damage.

Sonny didn't stop he proceded to thrash this kid for a good 10 minutes until the police came running in. By the end lil Michael's face and body was pure red. There wasn't much skin left on at all and they called an ambulance for him. Liston was arrested and taken down to the cells for the night.

When they threw Sonny in who else was sitting in the cells waiting for him? His good friend from the night before Ray. "Ray," said Sonny "what u do man?'

"Not good Sonny, apparantly I raped one of those strippers last night after she left. They say I left her throat slit down some back alley. Man I dont remember **** I think someone drugged me or something."

"Thats bad man, ****. I blacked out too dont know what happened. I just ****ed this kid up who tried to rob me."

They were back together where they've been many times before. Two old friends locked up together yet again. How will Ray beat the murder rap? What becomes of the fat kid Sonny flogged? What crazy adventures will these loose cannons get up to next time?
(to be continued)

 

The timelines right you ****head. This is the year this happened in.


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I'm 28 and I got 6 kids mate.

 

This **** is pretty good, why don't you like it. Imagine this playing out in a movie, it would be ****ing gold. Be like badass Sonny Liston in pulp fiction just running amuck.

 

Gold.

Pure gold.