Post by Freakke on Oct 17, 2009 20:15:23 GMT -6
Blackheart is backstage before the show. He is sitting alone and looking at his hand. It's taped up and ready for the show. He has a look in his eyes of a sadistic glee. Something in it could make a man swear he's seen the devil. The unfortunate cameraman whose been following Blackheart can attest to this.
The camera pans from the masked face down to his left thumb. This is taped up and covered completely. He's right handed though. He stood up and startled the cameraman at first but he calmly strolled through the halls waiting for his match. As he walks by, the camera picks up the looks on peoples faces and their reactions to the large man. Some fear (mostly from Bad Luck Chuck), some irritation (at how new he is yet how he strolls as if he's accomplished something), and above all there are people who think he's just a few cards shy of a full deck. He doesn't care though. Gabriel Black doesn't care about who he hurts, he just likes doing it. This is unfortunately demonstrated when he came in contact with one of the companies less than impressive employees. Jimmy Turner had a smug look on his face and had stopped his janitor's cart in front of Blackheart.
"Hey, big guy. You wanna know something? I saw your last match against Nick. Nick's a push over. Anyone coulda beaten him. I woulda beat him faster than you did."
Blackheart just looks at the pudgy janitor and scowls in an unfriendly way.
"Move..."
"And that match two weeks ago against Diamond? Pfft, pitiful. I woulda beat him too. You couldn't even do that."
Blackheart tried to step to the side and Turner got in his way again.
"This match you got tonight you don't even deserve. Jack Hammond is someone who deserves a match with whose been with this company longer. Someone who can challenge him more properly. I could do better than you can. Wanna know something? I'd beat Hammond too."
Blackheart stopped moving and sighed.
"Alright, you've got three seconds to move."
"No. Another thing. You punks are too far into your emo bull crap to even notice this dark and moody mask guy or happy sunshine clown acts are just driving away customers. I'll bet you wouldn't be half the man without that mask on your face. I'll bet you'd..."
Blackheart didn't let him finish. One punch to the face, a slam to the wall, and being thrown over his own cart were the only responses Jimmy got to his rant.
"Three...and if you're claim is even half true about being the best, I'm wasting my time here."
Blackheart walked off to his match. He had to step over the dazed janitor.
The camera pans from the masked face down to his left thumb. This is taped up and covered completely. He's right handed though. He stood up and startled the cameraman at first but he calmly strolled through the halls waiting for his match. As he walks by, the camera picks up the looks on peoples faces and their reactions to the large man. Some fear (mostly from Bad Luck Chuck), some irritation (at how new he is yet how he strolls as if he's accomplished something), and above all there are people who think he's just a few cards shy of a full deck. He doesn't care though. Gabriel Black doesn't care about who he hurts, he just likes doing it. This is unfortunately demonstrated when he came in contact with one of the companies less than impressive employees. Jimmy Turner had a smug look on his face and had stopped his janitor's cart in front of Blackheart.
"Hey, big guy. You wanna know something? I saw your last match against Nick. Nick's a push over. Anyone coulda beaten him. I woulda beat him faster than you did."
Blackheart just looks at the pudgy janitor and scowls in an unfriendly way.
"Move..."
"And that match two weeks ago against Diamond? Pfft, pitiful. I woulda beat him too. You couldn't even do that."
Blackheart tried to step to the side and Turner got in his way again.
"This match you got tonight you don't even deserve. Jack Hammond is someone who deserves a match with whose been with this company longer. Someone who can challenge him more properly. I could do better than you can. Wanna know something? I'd beat Hammond too."
Blackheart stopped moving and sighed.
"Alright, you've got three seconds to move."
"No. Another thing. You punks are too far into your emo bull crap to even notice this dark and moody mask guy or happy sunshine clown acts are just driving away customers. I'll bet you wouldn't be half the man without that mask on your face. I'll bet you'd..."
Blackheart didn't let him finish. One punch to the face, a slam to the wall, and being thrown over his own cart were the only responses Jimmy got to his rant.
"Three...and if you're claim is even half true about being the best, I'm wasting my time here."
Blackheart walked off to his match. He had to step over the dazed janitor.
