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| Bloody Hell; (Metal, Vain, Steel, anybody...) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 14 2007, 02:35 AM (127 Views) | |
| Hawaiian Bryan | Jun 14 2007, 02:35 AM Post #1 |
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| Mr. Vain | Jun 15 2007, 10:31 PM Post #2 |
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Vain storms into the room, obviously very pissed. He stares at Bryan's mangled form for a bit, getting more and more annoyed. Vain: For Chrissakes Bryan, how the hell are we supposed to win the tag titles with you getting all mangled! Vain's comment seems to break Bryan out of his rage fueled haze. Bryan: I'm fine, thanks, and you? Vain: Seriously, look at you, it might be weeks before you can wrestle again. EMT: Maybe longer. Vain waves his arm towards the EMT... Vain: See? And now you're getting involved in another singles fued with that giant nutbar, Metal! When the hell are we going to be able to get a tag match, much less a shot at the titles if you keep screwing around? Is there anyone you've teamed with that you haven't betrayed? Bryan considers the comment, ignoring the EMT while he sows Bryan up. Bryan: That's a toughie. Let me ask you a question Sir Vains-a-lot, if you're so worried about us fighting as a tag team why'd you start something with the Rookie? Vain stops pacing for a moment, bemused, not quite getting what Bryan is talking about. Vain: What? Oh, that. Mr. Vain wasn't trying to 'start anything'. the Rookie was just getting a little too cocky for his own good. That was a reality check. I'm sure he'll thank Mr. Vain when he realizes that. Bryan laughs, a horrible little sound, filled with blood and phlegm, which Bryan proceeds to spit on the floor beside the EMT, drawing a grimace. Bryan: In a world of the lame learning to walk and backwards decision reversing, dumb ass referee's that some things don't change. I'm thinking he's going to be pretty pissed, I'm thinking you started a 'singles feud' of your own. Vain: Really? (Vain pauses for a moment, considering the fact that someone may get annoyed at being dropped on their head) Sh!t! Now it's going to take forever, and Mr. Vain is going to be stuck with your crazy stiched up ass forever! The EMT walks up to Vain and touches him on the shoulder. EMT: Listen, you seem to be his friend, sort of, (Bryan hacks out another laugh) do you think you could talk him into going to the hospital? Vain dismisses the idea with a wave of his hand. Vain: Him? He doesn't go to hospitals if he can help it. He had an... incident in one a few years ago when he got into wrestling. He'll be fine, at least he better be. EMT: An incident? What happened? Vain: Um... you'll have to ask him. Rookie, eh? Damn. |
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| HeavyMetal | Jun 19 2007, 01:26 AM Post #3 |
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**For a few seconds, all there is to be seen is the static snowy picture of a TV with no signal. Then the screen flickers to black and |> PLAY appears in the upper right hand corner. There is another flicker and at last we see an actual image. Heavy Metal appears there. He is dressed in civilian clothes and appears to be in a bedroom of sorts. He is slightly sillohuetted by the ghostly glow of a television to his left. His arm is extended over the camera, obviously turning it on.** Metal - Hello, Bryan. I caught your comments about me... and I must say... I'm hurt. **He smirks and stands back a little from the camera now so he can be seen from the waist up.** Metal - Such scathing words from you... hurtful words. But ultimately... small words. Small words, from a small man... trying desperately to fight off something he knows will destroy him in the end. You see, I'm hurt that you would think that of me. After all, I made you... that's right... you remember don't you? I was World Champion in MOW:RTW... and then some young green kid comes out of nowhere and demands to be the guest referee in one of my matches. **Metal laughs.** Metal - You kept on pestering me and the boss until he granted your wish. And there you go. You climbed to the top of the ladder hanging off my nuts. After that, yeah, we became good buddies. We tagged together, traveled together, you name it. All the while you kept living off my name and my successes. We went to the Slaughterhouse together and then... guess what... after you made it, you turned on me. You busted my fuckin skull open with a sawbat and left me in a pool of my own blood. But the damn funny thing is... I forgave you. We teamed up again and had a good ol' time with the Copollas. But then you went and snapped again. **He paces around and behind him we can see a case with various keepsakes from his wrestling days inside: 3 CEWF World Titles, 1 MOW:RTW World Title, 1 MOW: Slaughterhouse U.S. Title, 1 MOW: Slaughterhouse Tag Team Title, 1 MOW: RTW Extreme Title, a bloody sawbat, a fragment of a broken table, and more.** Metal - You see this time we managed to keep little Bishop secret for a long time. We kept you under lock and key and all was well. I supported you, listened to you... even though you started to hang out with Mr. Vain... who had his tongue firmly up Nightshade's rectum... Yet I still talked to you... listened to you... and you poisoned my head with your idiotic banter. **He laughs again, almost a cackle.** Metal - Then... the damnedest thing happened. You actually started to make sense. The more I thought about it... the more I realized you were right about everything. The world was corrupt... the federation was run by idiots and yes men. So I let you loose. You remember, don't you? What you did to the guard that was at your side when I walked in and took off your restraints? No? Well... soon after that came All Creation... and you already told the people what happened in there. **He stops pacing and smirks again.** Metal - But alas, you left you the most important detail of all. All Creation... the death of Rod Coppola... was OUR idea... OUR brainchild. That's right! Why do you think I took so long to get back to the ring when I could see you bashing Rod's head in on a monitor at the Gorilla Position? Why do you think I waited until I was sure you snuffed out all of his life's flame? Who do you think sent in all of those tapes of you on Chronicles? Who... who do you think was holding the camera... documenting every second of when you pulled Rod's plug? Me. **He sighs and looks up at the ceiling, as if he is talking to god. He then stares at the camera, his eyes like ice. Metal - You see, Bryan... Desperation makes you do some crazy things sometimes. It makes you do superhuman things... take more punishment than any normal man can take... make you do things you would never do... turn on your closest friends... even kill them. I've had a lot of time to think about what hell you put me through, Bryan. Now I will subject you to the same torments... Rock on. **There is a slight pause and a woman comes into view. She is Alana, Metal's wife. She is dressed in her underwear only.** Alana - Mmmm... Jason... I'm in the mood... why don't you put on the tape and fuck me silly...? **She disappears, presumably onto the bed behind the camera. Metal smirks and puts a tape into the eerily glowing television. The screen flickers after he presses play and the tape of Bishop killing Rod is shown. Metal then walks off screen and to the bed. The camera zooms into the scene on the television before it flickers to black. The screen then becomes the snowy static as STOP appears in the upper corner.** |
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