Quintessential Badass

Below is the start to my book, i wrote this really late at night, so forgive any grammar errors, i just wanted to hear what people think about it, and share it, i will update this with more story as often as i can. There is some language in there, so if you're afraid of a swear or two, then just don't read.

Quintessential Badass

With most tough guys that can do really amazing and jaw dropping things, they have a bend to do what's right. I don't. I've never really cared for doing good for anyone else. Ever heard the expression, “no good deed goes unpunished”? When I do something “good” I don't get a warm feeling inside, I don't feel anything. Most people are scared of not being able to feel, I love it. It's not that I have no feelings at all, it's mainly the good ones I lack.

No, I don't have a love story to tell you, and if you're looking for a happy ending to this book you should probably just stop reading now, because that just isn't going to happen. However, if you want to hear the most bad ass story, and you're sick of constantly hearing about giant blue people, sparkling vampires, and other stories that you can't and never will relate to, well you're in for a treat then.

I'm Brock, and I'm the guy you wish you were. You know all of those action movies with the really ripped, tough guys? I'm them, except I'm real and I'm better. I'm not talking about all of those super hero, spandex wearing clowns, or those billionaires with every gadget there is. This wasn't a gift given to me, and I'm not like this by chance. I wanted to be the best, and I am the best. You want to be like me? Too damn bad, you can't.

You see, I tried holding a steady job a few times, but it just never seemed to work out for me. I tried working at a lumber yard, and that didn't work out for me, they said that I had sent too many people to the hospital. I think they just had too many idiots working with me. One guy was Jerry Crane, Jerry had a mild anger problem, but before I go any further I must say that there are 3 types of people that I truly can't be around. 1. People who abuse women or children, 2. people who exploit women or children, and 3. Ass holes. Unfortunately for me, actually it's more unfortunate for Jerry, he was all 3 types. Back to Jerry's anger problem, Jerry was quite a hot head, and he often took it out on the people around him, which was easy because it was usually his 11 year old daughter and his very small framed wife. However with me, it was not so easy, I'm what happens when Greatness meets power and is manifested into a 6'4 240 pound body of muscle.

Jerry one day forgot to his bring screw driver to adjust his chain saw, knowing that I am always very precise and do not forget anything, he asked to borrow mine. Jerry was basically looking for a free ride in an ambulance. I told him no, because I don't let anyone touch my tools and he lost it. He ran up to me and threw the hardest punch he could, since Jerry is one of the most uncoordinated men alive, I stepped aside, hooked my foot around the front of his ankle, and landed my elbow right on the back of his neck, and Jerry tumbled to the ground. Jerry with his very little primate like intelligence, and his rage filled body got back up and lunged at me again, putting his face at a perfect angle to meet with my knee. This time Jerry did not get back up. I finished my day up and went home, where I got a call from my boss, he said Jerry had a broken nose, and that Jerry was claiming I did it. Of course I did do it, but I couldn't tell my boss that, that however did not matter and he still fired me.

The rest of my jobs were like that, I'd be there a few months, a total douche bag would come along, they're all the same. They picked on a few guys smaller then them and they think they're invincible, I'd toss them around, and teach them a lesson and I would get a call later that day letting me know I couldn't work there anymore. It never really bothered me though, I like fighting and I don't need money. One day however, something changed.