Post by Malcolm Reed on Apr 22, 2010 11:49:22 GMT -6
It is dark, unusually dark in the city. It is quiet. too quiet. Normally the gangs, bums and delinquents are running rampant creating havoc and destruction. Officer Kirk James sits in his squad car next to his partner Charles Grantz. They are vigilant but for what purpose? It seems the city is finally asleep.
James: I don't like this one bit Charles.
Charles: Relax man, even criminals sleep.
James: We have had only three calls all night. Something is up.
Charles: Enjoy it.
James: Listen, you hear that?
Charles: Nope.
James: Exactly...Where is everyone. It's like some rolling black out it's not natural. It's as if someone rounded up all of the scum this city has to offer.
Just then The good officer sees three punk kids walking "Suspiciously" past an all night convenient store.
James: Alright, time to move.
Charles: Move on what? Those kids? They are just walking.
James: And they are leading us to trouble.
He puts the squad car into drive and follows the three from a distance. They travel a few blocks and make a left down an alley.
James: Excellent...They wouldn't be down there if they weren't up to something. Time to make a move.
Officers James and Grantz head out of the car at a leaping pace and head down the alley. Their flashlights illuminate the dark alley. The kids voices are heard fading.
James: Hey, police department. Halt!
At those words the punks voices are no no longer heard. The police continue down the alley find a brick wall staring at them. The kids have disappeared.
James: Dead end. Impossible.
A wind briskly picks up. Sending some trash and loose paper flying by. A flier sticks to James' badge. He grabs it and takes a look. There are three crosses each with a set of horns and halos. The only lettering is "Join the Church of B4H"
James: B4h? What do you suppose that means?
Grantz: Who knows. You know how these punks are. Come on lets get back to the car before something really goes down.
Once back at their squad car they pass a lone man, Nathan Doe. They give him the third degree but don't bother to follow him Despite him heading down the very same alley they just came out of.
Doe's face as usual is worn and tired. His long blond hair is dirty and much darker than naturally pigmented. His combat boots make a a heavy sound as he creeps down the alley in his studded crimson ghost leather. The chains adorned to his pants and wallet rattle as he comes to the dead end. There is a door to the left unlit that the police officers had not noticed in their haste.
He pounds on the heavy steel door three times. Suddenly the is a horribly loud screeching sound as the rusted hinges work to open the door. Doe enters passing a large heavily pierced bald man "Guarding" the door. He continues down a long stodgy hallway that ends with two large doors.
He stops. There is a loud commotion from the other side. The doors are vibrating. He grins devilishly and slams them open. He no longer sees a humdrum hall way but a large ball room infested with people. Some kind of punk concert. There is a stage in the back of the room. A band, a trio is playing. A few hundred people are strewn about pogoing and slam dancing.
There is a small banner behind the three charismatic band mates that reads. Join the church of B4H, we are beforehead! Doe takes notice of the lyrics and immediately joins the pit. Slamming every person in sight male or female.
"Anarchy...Anarchy...Eutopia...Eutopia"
A bigger guy knocks Doe down, but is kind enough to help him up. As he stands another person slams against him from behind. he hits the floor again, this time face first. People begins stomping on him. He is forced to "Dead Rat" to avoid the rampage. He gets clocked in the head and his vision blurs.
His perspective is now far off, and far from reality. What isn't a glaucoma style vision obstruction is the faces of demonic beings with horns who breath fire and laugh with several voice boxes. The beings stomp and slash at him. he slides back on his rear but cannot avoid the flurry of fallen angels, who are no dead set on killing him. An reaches over form behind. The hand grasping his shoulder and forcully turning him around.
He sees a woman facing him. The blurry vision goes away he can once again hear the music.
"Anarchy...Anarchy...Eutopia...Eutopia"
The woman has dyed red hair and many piercings. She is wearing a stooges shirt, black skirt, high socks and combat boots. She is talking to him but he is taken aback, just now noticing her tattoos. "grace" on the side of her neck.
Woman: Are you ok?
She helps him to his feet, and asks again. he shakes away the cobwebs as she asks once more.
Doe: Yeah...Yeah I am fine.
Woman: No your not...
She points out a gash on his head. He is bleeding. She pulls him away from the pit. They are in a dark corner of the room.
Woman: You're bleeding.
He puts his hand on his head, feels the warmth and looks at his hand covered in crimson.
Doe: I don't even feel it. Is it bad?
Woman: It needs closed up, come with me.
She pulls him out of the hall. before he knows it he is in a parking lot next to a small Yugo car with chipped and rusted paint. She opens the glove box and pulls out super glue.
Woman: Come here.
He leans forward as she spreads the glue as if it were being properly medically applied.
Doe: What's your name?
He sees the neck tattoo again...Grace...
Grace: Grace, who are you.
Doe: Nathan...
Grace: You high Nathan?
Doe: No...
Grace: Then you have a high tolerance for pain cause this is pretty deep...Here.
She take his hand and puts it on the wound.
Grace: Hold it there and you should close up.
Doe: Thanks...Hop my hand doesn't stick with it.
Grace pulls a knife out of her boot.
Grace: I can take care of that too...here sit...
She forces him into the car and climbs over to the drivers seat.
Grace: Where you staying at Nathan?
Doe: Nowhere, I'm not from around here.
Grace: Where you from?
Doe: Springwood...
Grace: Why you here? That's pretty far away.
Doe: I'm running.
Grace: From who?
Doe Long story.
Grace: Long drive...
I grew up in springwood...A sleepy little town consumed only by itself. Everyone knew everyone and the older women loved to gossip. mainly about me. About my parents being on drugs. About my father beating my mother until he got bored and then came for me.
I have seen my mother snort red cocaine laced with her own blood. I have seen myself bleeding from the face. I have seen people falsely worrying as I walked down the street. I have seen the inside of police cars, courtrooms and children youth and services.
I have seen the dead, demons, and monsters alike. As I grew older I have seen people gossip no longer about my parents but me. I have seen people cower away as I walk past them on the streets. I have seen psychiatrists and padded walls. I have seen beauty, allure, artistry, glamor, and Grace.
I have been inside wrestling rings for a few years and even though I tried desperately to find something new every path led me back inside the ropes. because as much as I hate it, I know only one thing.
Wrestling
And I have seen many things inside the ring. I have seen rookies exceed expectations, and others walk away the night the debut. I have seen success and I have seen the bottom of the card. I have seen champions rise and fall. In wrestling as in life one thing is certain, that nothing is certain.
This week I am up against Chris Payne. Two weeks ago I made a monumental return in a four way match against Tommy Victor, James Davis and Chris Payne himself. I went into this match and made quick work of all three of them and hit Chris with the ruiner and ruined his debut.
last week I lost a triple threat match with Jones and Severe Payne. The winner of that bout ended up being Jones and a well deserved one. But Severe Payne didn't seem all there. He was not a true competitor.
So from my first two weeks back in the nCw I have come to an resounding conclusion that these Paynes are really just light work for enhancement talent.
So here i am in week three and instead of being a contender for an ncw title I am back on the C show wrestling the prodigy Chris Payne. I have an unmatched confidence right now that I can go into that ring and pin this jackass without even braking a sweat.
But like I said nothing is certain in this business. Even though Chris is more concerned with Knite, Severe, and James Davis. he may go into that ring and prove me wrong. he may go out there and kick my ass, make an example out of me and live up to the name prodigy.
But I sincerely doubt it. Because I have seen things. I have seen this second generation prodigy in action. I have seen his father in action and I know for a fact that someone pissed in the gene pool that Chris is so proud to have spawned from.
I can tell that the ass beating I gave you two weeks ago didn't quite stick. So I am going to do it again. The Charismatic Mad Man is going to put things into perspective for the Prodigy. Call it raining on your parade, call it ants invading his picnic, or simply put I will Ruin you.
James: I don't like this one bit Charles.
Charles: Relax man, even criminals sleep.
James: We have had only three calls all night. Something is up.
Charles: Enjoy it.
James: Listen, you hear that?
Charles: Nope.
James: Exactly...Where is everyone. It's like some rolling black out it's not natural. It's as if someone rounded up all of the scum this city has to offer.
Just then The good officer sees three punk kids walking "Suspiciously" past an all night convenient store.
James: Alright, time to move.
Charles: Move on what? Those kids? They are just walking.
James: And they are leading us to trouble.
He puts the squad car into drive and follows the three from a distance. They travel a few blocks and make a left down an alley.
James: Excellent...They wouldn't be down there if they weren't up to something. Time to make a move.
Officers James and Grantz head out of the car at a leaping pace and head down the alley. Their flashlights illuminate the dark alley. The kids voices are heard fading.
James: Hey, police department. Halt!
At those words the punks voices are no no longer heard. The police continue down the alley find a brick wall staring at them. The kids have disappeared.
James: Dead end. Impossible.
A wind briskly picks up. Sending some trash and loose paper flying by. A flier sticks to James' badge. He grabs it and takes a look. There are three crosses each with a set of horns and halos. The only lettering is "Join the Church of B4H"
James: B4h? What do you suppose that means?
Grantz: Who knows. You know how these punks are. Come on lets get back to the car before something really goes down.
Once back at their squad car they pass a lone man, Nathan Doe. They give him the third degree but don't bother to follow him Despite him heading down the very same alley they just came out of.
Doe's face as usual is worn and tired. His long blond hair is dirty and much darker than naturally pigmented. His combat boots make a a heavy sound as he creeps down the alley in his studded crimson ghost leather. The chains adorned to his pants and wallet rattle as he comes to the dead end. There is a door to the left unlit that the police officers had not noticed in their haste.
He pounds on the heavy steel door three times. Suddenly the is a horribly loud screeching sound as the rusted hinges work to open the door. Doe enters passing a large heavily pierced bald man "Guarding" the door. He continues down a long stodgy hallway that ends with two large doors.
He stops. There is a loud commotion from the other side. The doors are vibrating. He grins devilishly and slams them open. He no longer sees a humdrum hall way but a large ball room infested with people. Some kind of punk concert. There is a stage in the back of the room. A band, a trio is playing. A few hundred people are strewn about pogoing and slam dancing.
There is a small banner behind the three charismatic band mates that reads. Join the church of B4H, we are beforehead! Doe takes notice of the lyrics and immediately joins the pit. Slamming every person in sight male or female.
"Anarchy...Anarchy...Eutopia...Eutopia"
A bigger guy knocks Doe down, but is kind enough to help him up. As he stands another person slams against him from behind. he hits the floor again, this time face first. People begins stomping on him. He is forced to "Dead Rat" to avoid the rampage. He gets clocked in the head and his vision blurs.
His perspective is now far off, and far from reality. What isn't a glaucoma style vision obstruction is the faces of demonic beings with horns who breath fire and laugh with several voice boxes. The beings stomp and slash at him. he slides back on his rear but cannot avoid the flurry of fallen angels, who are no dead set on killing him. An reaches over form behind. The hand grasping his shoulder and forcully turning him around.
He sees a woman facing him. The blurry vision goes away he can once again hear the music.
"Anarchy...Anarchy...Eutopia...Eutopia"
The woman has dyed red hair and many piercings. She is wearing a stooges shirt, black skirt, high socks and combat boots. She is talking to him but he is taken aback, just now noticing her tattoos. "grace" on the side of her neck.
Woman: Are you ok?
She helps him to his feet, and asks again. he shakes away the cobwebs as she asks once more.
Doe: Yeah...Yeah I am fine.
Woman: No your not...
She points out a gash on his head. He is bleeding. She pulls him away from the pit. They are in a dark corner of the room.
Woman: You're bleeding.
He puts his hand on his head, feels the warmth and looks at his hand covered in crimson.
Doe: I don't even feel it. Is it bad?
Woman: It needs closed up, come with me.
She pulls him out of the hall. before he knows it he is in a parking lot next to a small Yugo car with chipped and rusted paint. She opens the glove box and pulls out super glue.
Woman: Come here.
He leans forward as she spreads the glue as if it were being properly medically applied.
Doe: What's your name?
He sees the neck tattoo again...Grace...
Grace: Grace, who are you.
Doe: Nathan...
Grace: You high Nathan?
Doe: No...
Grace: Then you have a high tolerance for pain cause this is pretty deep...Here.
She take his hand and puts it on the wound.
Grace: Hold it there and you should close up.
Doe: Thanks...Hop my hand doesn't stick with it.
Grace pulls a knife out of her boot.
Grace: I can take care of that too...here sit...
She forces him into the car and climbs over to the drivers seat.
Grace: Where you staying at Nathan?
Doe: Nowhere, I'm not from around here.
Grace: Where you from?
Doe: Springwood...
Grace: Why you here? That's pretty far away.
Doe: I'm running.
Grace: From who?
Doe Long story.
Grace: Long drive...
I grew up in springwood...A sleepy little town consumed only by itself. Everyone knew everyone and the older women loved to gossip. mainly about me. About my parents being on drugs. About my father beating my mother until he got bored and then came for me.
I have seen my mother snort red cocaine laced with her own blood. I have seen myself bleeding from the face. I have seen people falsely worrying as I walked down the street. I have seen the inside of police cars, courtrooms and children youth and services.
I have seen the dead, demons, and monsters alike. As I grew older I have seen people gossip no longer about my parents but me. I have seen people cower away as I walk past them on the streets. I have seen psychiatrists and padded walls. I have seen beauty, allure, artistry, glamor, and Grace.
I have been inside wrestling rings for a few years and even though I tried desperately to find something new every path led me back inside the ropes. because as much as I hate it, I know only one thing.
Wrestling
And I have seen many things inside the ring. I have seen rookies exceed expectations, and others walk away the night the debut. I have seen success and I have seen the bottom of the card. I have seen champions rise and fall. In wrestling as in life one thing is certain, that nothing is certain.
This week I am up against Chris Payne. Two weeks ago I made a monumental return in a four way match against Tommy Victor, James Davis and Chris Payne himself. I went into this match and made quick work of all three of them and hit Chris with the ruiner and ruined his debut.
last week I lost a triple threat match with Jones and Severe Payne. The winner of that bout ended up being Jones and a well deserved one. But Severe Payne didn't seem all there. He was not a true competitor.
So from my first two weeks back in the nCw I have come to an resounding conclusion that these Paynes are really just light work for enhancement talent.
So here i am in week three and instead of being a contender for an ncw title I am back on the C show wrestling the prodigy Chris Payne. I have an unmatched confidence right now that I can go into that ring and pin this jackass without even braking a sweat.
But like I said nothing is certain in this business. Even though Chris is more concerned with Knite, Severe, and James Davis. he may go into that ring and prove me wrong. he may go out there and kick my ass, make an example out of me and live up to the name prodigy.
But I sincerely doubt it. Because I have seen things. I have seen this second generation prodigy in action. I have seen his father in action and I know for a fact that someone pissed in the gene pool that Chris is so proud to have spawned from.
I can tell that the ass beating I gave you two weeks ago didn't quite stick. So I am going to do it again. The Charismatic Mad Man is going to put things into perspective for the Prodigy. Call it raining on your parade, call it ants invading his picnic, or simply put I will Ruin you.