New York City "Pimp Daddy" and "Crime Boss" LuLu Biggs has returned to North America after living abroad in Japan for three years. What had been initially intended to be a short business trip to broker a deal with high-ranking individuals of an infamous Yakuza family syndicate had turned into a prolonged stay. Biggs had to earn the honor of being worthy of doing business with the Japanese crime family to get what he wanted from them.
To do so, Biggs joined a sumo wrestling stable coached by the legendary Risako Tomozuna to be deemed worthy by the Yakuza. LuLu became a fierce gaijin competitor in the dangerous sport of Sumo and claimed high respect in the process. Today Mr. Biggs uses his powerful technique and massive weight to fight in America's number one watched wrestling promotion… Ultimate Wrestling.
Recently LuLu just came out of the losing side of a grueling feud with the multibillionaire cyborg wrestler Jeremiah Vastrix. A war in which both sides suffered great public humiliation and physical trauma. With Ultimate Wrestling now based out, Mexico City, LuLu has been pulled back into the inner circle of Jalisco crime boss El Mencho. Unhappy about new presidential hopeful Thomas Mill's campaign promise to legalize all drugs, the cartel boss hired Biggs and his compatriot Slick Mick to kidnap him.
Unbeknownst to El Mencho, Thomas Mills was a good friend of Hammer Industries CEO Jeremiah Vastrix. Jeremiah determined to rescue his friend from the Mexican Drug Cartel, sent War Hammer Shock Troopers after him. Caught unprepared for such an enemy, the shock troopers quickly murdered El Mencho and two of his top cartel members before rescuing Mills and escorting him back to America.
Now the El Mencho family has dragged LuLu back into the situation, asking him for a favor that he wouldn't be able to refuse. Ruben, Oseguera, and Gonzalez, the three surviving sons of the drug lord, have tasked our rotund hero with taking revenge upon Jeremiah Vastrix and Hammer Industries by any means necessary. Now LuLu has called in favor of his own to Allen Anderson, the man who ran Hammer Industries before the death of Jeremiah's father...
Five Days after Friday Night Clash 16
Secret Jalisco Underground War Room
The acknowledged sons of El Mencho sat at a large conference room inside a giant underground bunker. All three Mencho's were smoking large Cuban cigars, and their bloodshot unblinking eyes were focused dead set ahead. Across from them sat Allen Anderson smoking a lit cigarette look back at them with an irritated expression on his face. The dark circles around his eyes were visible, and the stubble on his face and head was also uncharacteristically noticeable.
Inbetween the cartel and Anderson sticking out like a sore thumb sat the flamboyant LuLu Biggs in a shimmering green suit and pimp hat. The six hundred pound Biggs was smoking a large blunt filled with the finest marijuana Mexico grew. Wine glasses filled with Marques de Murrieta Castillo red wine and heavily used ashtrays crowded the table.
Anderson sat waiting for the angry-looking Mexicans to explain what they wanted from him. He knew it involved a poor decision from Jeremiah to assassinate their father to rescue that moron Thomas Mills. His ties to Hammer Industries made him desirable, and his work relationship with Mr. Biggs put him within reach.
Andreson: Alright, so you had this fat bastard drag me out here in the middle of nowhere, so what is it exactly that you want from me? I'm an incredibly busy man with multiple people trying to put me six feet underground.
Ruben: Our mutual amigo señor Biggs tells us you were once the Director of Operations for War Hammers weapons manufacturing division. That, in some ways, you were the number two to Michael Vastrix.
Anderson: Mr. Biggs should learn to keep his fat mouth shut, but yes, for years, I helped build War Hammer into the multi-trillion-dollar company it is today. For two decades, that old man groomed me to be his successor, and then, in his dying breaths, he promised that I'd make sure that Jeremiah would inherit War Hammer after years of trying to have him assassinated. The request made absolutely no fucking sense, but the man was like a father to me, so I honored his request. Then a month later, that little cybernetic prick fired me!
Ruben slammed his fist on the table and pointed his index finger straight at Allen.
Ruben: Listen here gringo! LuLu was like a brother to my father! When you are in our presence, you treat señor Biggs with the respect he deserves!
Anderson: I... I apologize; it's been a long year...
Ruben: That's better. It seems everyone at this table has a problem with this cybernetic gringo Vastrix. My brothers and I are not ones to mince words, Mr. Anderson. We loved our father very much, and our family will not tolerate this transgression. I'll be frank with you; we want to go to war with Hammer Industries and Jeremiah Vastrix.
Anderson: Hah! Hahaha! Oh, good lord... You can't be serious?
Biggs: Mother fucker! Does it look like they're joking? Do you think I woulda drove all the way to Mexico City to pick your ass up, just to drive your ass out here so they could tell you a joke?
Oseguera: I assure you, Mr. Anderson, my brother is deadly serious.
Allen sat back in his chair, took a long drag from his cigarette, and exhaled a large plum of smoke into the cloudy concrete room. He then let out a long sigh before leaning forward with a severe look on his face. His expression showed he was working out how to handle the situation he found himself in the right way.
Anderson: Look, this Jalisco Cartel your father built... it's impressive. Your family has carved out a remarkable territory here in this part of the world. No doubt you three should be very proud. However, I don't think you understand what you're saying here. Even with their rebranding and focus on technology and toys for the sheep of this world, Hammer Industries still have enough resources and weaponry to blow this world up three times over. What you're considering is suicide!
Ruben: We didn't bring you here to ask for your opinion; you're here because we want to know if you still have connections at Hammer!
Anderson: To answer your question, yes, I still have connections up high within the company. However, I think what you're about to find out is that it's a lot harder to kill Jeremiah Vastrix than it looks. His own father, a brilliant mastermind, couldn't even do it. There is also a rogue contingent hell-bent on destroying Jeremiah and reinstating me as the rightful company heir lead by a good friend of mine, "the Cardinal." We've sent multiple assassins after him, and they've all failed miserably.
Ruben: We'll see about that. We want to know where their base of operations is here in Mexico. The squad that killed our father had an expert understanding of the terrain. They used a sniper to kill him and some of our top enforcers. They had to be locals recruited into the Hammer shock trooper program.
Anderson: You're not wrong... look, our interests align, and if you want to put your men and your family in harm's way, I'm not going to stop you. More power to you; I wish you the best. The base is located outside of Guadalajara under the guise of a vehicle parts manufacturing plant. It's primarily used to construct pieces for weapons, aircraft, vehicles, and robots. Underground, though, it's used as a training facility for shock troopers... the hit squad that killed your father and rescued Mills is probably located there.
Ruben: I'd imagine it's heavily guarded?
Anderson: Hah! There's not Hammer facility known or off the books that's not. I suggest you bring all the firepower and men that you have. Maybe if you are lucky, you might get to the man who killed your father, but if I were you, I'd concentrate on trying to get Jeremiah while he still doesn't know you want him dead.
Gonzalez: No. The man who pulled the trigger and those with him must suffer for what they did! Señor Vastrix will endure hardships and pain before he meets his end at our hands!
Anderson: I dig your style; I'll get you the GPS coordinates now.
Biggs: Hold up now; I don't want to have to bury anymore Menchos this year. Allen, what are the chances you can get your hands on some Hammer Industries trucks?
Anderson: Sure, I can get you some trucks, but why?
Biggs: Listen up, cueball, you might think I'm just an ignorant drug dealing, mad pimping, pot-smoking thug, but I've been through my fair share of gang wars. If you can get us some trucks, we can pull a "Trojan Horse" and attack the place from inside, catching them all off guard. Mother fucker's won't know what hit'em know what saying?
Allen raised his right eyebrow, surprised by the intelligence shown by Biggs. He'd been unimpressed by him until now and considered him just a tool to use on Jeremiah when he needed. His clownish behavior and lavish lifestyle had turned him off. However, he was now beginning to understand how he'd ascended the food chain of the criminal world.
Ruben: Tío biggs... you're a genius!
Allen: Right. Well, maybe you won't all wind up dead immediately after all. I can arrange for the vehicles to be delivered from Africa within the month to raise no red flags. For now, I suggest you three lay low. LuLu will pick up the trucks when we return from the next wrestling show in Cuba.
Biggs: We'll make our move after the Gang Wars show. Allen has me scheduled to fight in a match with Jeremiah. I'll make sure that he's in no shape to interfere with our plot.
Ruben: You gonna put him in the hospital tío Biggs?
Biggs: Damn straight.
To Be Continued
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Intriguing! I love it! Very interested to read more. Not bad at all. Haha.
Some words needed to be plural in some spots and what have you, but hey what can I say? My posts are never perfect either. But it is nice to read another action story written here in the hive. Maybe some day we can collaborate! Wouldn't that be something... Have my character Bentley meet up with lulu and do a deal for his brain pills. Food for thought...keep writing it was wonderful!
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