Post by "The Savage"Dark Wolf on Feb 21, 2011 9:53:38 GMT -5
The scene comes in on a drunken piss hole somewhere out in the piss poor streets of New York. Inside of the bar is yours truly having himself a drink and working as a bouncer an old profession that he is all to familiar with. Downing his shot of whiskey and slamming the shot glass down on the bar he gets up and walks over towards the doorway standing around just scoping the place out. Sticking my hands into my pocket I lean against the wall with my shades covering my eyes, my long black hair hanging down the middle of my back. I walk over to the bar turning my head up at the clock, I straighten myself out looking over at the barkeep I don't see anything that could possibly go down. But then again my eyes move over to the big Plasma Screen over on the wall to the REW:RW seeing the match ending of someone familiar who I befriended at one point in time or so I though.
I drop everything when I see that smug fuck step on the camera and I know it in my head that he is responsible for everything. I have that empty shot glass in my hands, as I see Aaron Holiday step on the screen after his little match after nearly killing Thunder. I toss the shot glass up in the air, jumping up in the air I spin in the air kicking the shot glass sending it straight at the wall with a lot of velocity and force behind it. The shot glass hits the wall and shatters into a million little bits, the barkeep is not impressed at my little attitude adjustment.[/b][/size][/i]
Barkeep: Do you really need to do that every time you see Aaron Holiday? I mean come on he is a great wrestler and you are nothing but a washed up wannabe Wolf. You were nothing in the REW except a tool for Holiday.[/size][/i][/b]
My gaze shifts over to the barkeep a small grin crosses my lips. That is when I show a bit of hatred in my eyes from the mention of that name Aaron Holiday. I think back to the past experiences with him, the time that I have been gone from REW I have been training all to hard to lose to him again. I will have my revenge upon him eventually but I guess I will have to start at the lowest of the food chain yet again. Oh well at least it will give me some practice for our match. Walking over to the barkeep I stick my hand out with my palm opened up looking at him.[/b][/size][/i]
Barkeep: Oh okay you want your payment just so you know Wolf I doubt we will be needing your services anymore. You have done us all a favor with staying here in town and getting rid of the scum that comes in this place, lets see for damage sake of a broken shot glass here is your payment.[/b][/size][/i]
I take the money in my hands pocketing it and turning my back to the barkeep that is when I hear him speak up. Clearing his throat and everything else that comes with the territory of working in a shit hole like this place. I knew it was coming as soon as I started working here. I could not only sense trouble about this place but I could smell it in the air like an animal. My eyes flash off the sight of the light reflecting off of them up under my sunglasses.[/b][/i][/size]
Barkeep:Just so you know Wolf you are not welcomed here no more that means. I can say what I truly think of you and that is you are absolutely nothing, without Aaron "Fucking" Holiday he is one of my top paying customers around these parts. You are dead to REW you have nowhere else to go where do you plan on going? and how are you gonna go anywhere when my boys have been paid to take you out of this picture by the same people who murdered your family.[/b][/size][/i]
I stand there in my coat shifting my stance looking around at the empty room. That is only temporary shortly people begin to fill in the area, they are carrying a number of things from lead pipes, to broken beer bottles, switch blades and even one of them I think is carrying a handgun. Turning over to the jukebox I walk over and put a quarter in it hitting a few buttons on the machine. Getting back in my ready stance for anything I stand there waiting for my music to hit. Prophecy by Soulfly blares out of the jukebox and this is fighting music for me.
The guys with the beer bottles are the first to rush me, safe to say they don't last long from my agility and my incredible strength. I connect with a hook kick to the side of one guys head snapping his neck from the impact, moving my feet to switch up my right side. The signs of someone with many martial arts techniques..Jumping up in the air I come down with a heel kick, just in time the guy with the other beer bottle moves out of the way and my foot comes crashing through the table. Someone with a baton comes running up behind me connecting the baton to my back, next thing I know is that I am held by two or three guys.
They begin to deliver their barrage of punches and breaking bottles over my body, the only thing I can think to do in this situation. The big guy with the lead pipe brings back up to his shoulder readying himself up for a bat to my back. I throw a back kick connecting right to his jewels dropping him to the ground. After that little escapade I am brought down to my knees and the other bouncer comes over to me pulling out a blade, getting ready to stick me. Until he falls to the ground with a blade sticking the side of his ribs as his body falls down to the side a clown can be seen standing next to the fallen body, of the dead bouncer cleaning off his blade.[/b][/size][/i]
Guy #1: Who the fuck is this clown?[/b][/size][/i]
As the clown in a mafia looking suit cleans off his blade that he just removed from the bouncer's ribs. I am just amazed that he didn't kill me. The question I had to ask him was simple Why help me? Ah hell I can ask him that later. Lifting up his hat and removing it his long green dreadlocks dangled down from his brow, placing his hat back upon his head I could see scars blatantly carved in his face. I have seen him somewhere before I just couldn't put my finger on where I seen him at.[/b][/i][/size]
Guy #2: Who the hell are you anyways?[/b][/size][/i]
Mickey: Oh little ole me well if you must know I am The Detroit Massacre Mickey Madness at your service. You boys do know me and imagine that you have heard of me, if you haven't then let me warn you if you don't let Wolfy over there go then you will all end up like your poor friend here on the ground. So what do you say do we have a deal?[/size][/color]
Knowing how stupid these guys are they actually let me go so that they could try and attempt to take out this clown character. Well safe to say they all fell miserably I think that I even seen this guy use his bare hands one time hitting one of them with a wicked devastating move, I have no idea the name of it but it was 8 chops to the chest of the guy and then a stunner type move. All I have to say is that it looked very painful well the receiving end it did. After the brawl was over I walked over to the well dressed clown and stuck my hand out to shake his hand. Mickey just gave me a look and then grinned grasping my hand and shaking it in approval.[/i][/size][/color]
Me: You wouldn't have happened to be in the REW at one point in time would you? The only reason that I ask this is because well I have the strangest feeling that I have seen you somewhere before. You saved my ass for what its worth thank you, I could have handled it though by myself.[/b][/size][/i]
Mickey: If you say so...Yes I use to be in the REW and I am Mickey Madness at your service. I came here to complete a job, from someone that you might know or might not I can not disclose my client Intel. You see I was paid for a job and I completed it, all I was to do was deliver you a message. Go back to the REW:RW and seek the one you want to snuff out of the picture Dark Wolf. Well I will be seeing you...[/b][/size][/i]
With that said The Detroit Massacre leaves with his cleaned up blade in his hands and disappears out into the darkness of the night. Now back to the matter at hand the barkeep who is reaching for his gun, I jump up into the air coming down with three kicks sending them into his skull, turning my back I leave and the camera begins to loose the feed as it is about to fade out.[/b][/size][/i]
Me: I am coming back to REW and Aaron you are going to pay my dear old friend I am going to make it a personal goal to take you out even if I have to take everyone else out that gets in my way. We have a score to settle and I am not going to be leaving anytime soon, not until I have my revenge on you. I never walked in your shadow, everyone might call me a wannabe. A shadow of you but the truth of the matter be told I have a new move that I have been wanting to try out on my victims and I don't think you will disapprove of it once you witness it. The Wolf is coming for you Holiday.[/b][/i][/size]
With that said the camera Fades To Black..
TO BE CONTINUED...[/b][/size][/i]
I drop everything when I see that smug fuck step on the camera and I know it in my head that he is responsible for everything. I have that empty shot glass in my hands, as I see Aaron Holiday step on the screen after his little match after nearly killing Thunder. I toss the shot glass up in the air, jumping up in the air I spin in the air kicking the shot glass sending it straight at the wall with a lot of velocity and force behind it. The shot glass hits the wall and shatters into a million little bits, the barkeep is not impressed at my little attitude adjustment.[/b][/size][/i]
Barkeep: Do you really need to do that every time you see Aaron Holiday? I mean come on he is a great wrestler and you are nothing but a washed up wannabe Wolf. You were nothing in the REW except a tool for Holiday.[/size][/i][/b]
My gaze shifts over to the barkeep a small grin crosses my lips. That is when I show a bit of hatred in my eyes from the mention of that name Aaron Holiday. I think back to the past experiences with him, the time that I have been gone from REW I have been training all to hard to lose to him again. I will have my revenge upon him eventually but I guess I will have to start at the lowest of the food chain yet again. Oh well at least it will give me some practice for our match. Walking over to the barkeep I stick my hand out with my palm opened up looking at him.[/b][/size][/i]
Barkeep: Oh okay you want your payment just so you know Wolf I doubt we will be needing your services anymore. You have done us all a favor with staying here in town and getting rid of the scum that comes in this place, lets see for damage sake of a broken shot glass here is your payment.[/b][/size][/i]
I take the money in my hands pocketing it and turning my back to the barkeep that is when I hear him speak up. Clearing his throat and everything else that comes with the territory of working in a shit hole like this place. I knew it was coming as soon as I started working here. I could not only sense trouble about this place but I could smell it in the air like an animal. My eyes flash off the sight of the light reflecting off of them up under my sunglasses.[/b][/i][/size]
Barkeep:Just so you know Wolf you are not welcomed here no more that means. I can say what I truly think of you and that is you are absolutely nothing, without Aaron "Fucking" Holiday he is one of my top paying customers around these parts. You are dead to REW you have nowhere else to go where do you plan on going? and how are you gonna go anywhere when my boys have been paid to take you out of this picture by the same people who murdered your family.[/b][/size][/i]
I stand there in my coat shifting my stance looking around at the empty room. That is only temporary shortly people begin to fill in the area, they are carrying a number of things from lead pipes, to broken beer bottles, switch blades and even one of them I think is carrying a handgun. Turning over to the jukebox I walk over and put a quarter in it hitting a few buttons on the machine. Getting back in my ready stance for anything I stand there waiting for my music to hit. Prophecy by Soulfly blares out of the jukebox and this is fighting music for me.
The guys with the beer bottles are the first to rush me, safe to say they don't last long from my agility and my incredible strength. I connect with a hook kick to the side of one guys head snapping his neck from the impact, moving my feet to switch up my right side. The signs of someone with many martial arts techniques..Jumping up in the air I come down with a heel kick, just in time the guy with the other beer bottle moves out of the way and my foot comes crashing through the table. Someone with a baton comes running up behind me connecting the baton to my back, next thing I know is that I am held by two or three guys.
They begin to deliver their barrage of punches and breaking bottles over my body, the only thing I can think to do in this situation. The big guy with the lead pipe brings back up to his shoulder readying himself up for a bat to my back. I throw a back kick connecting right to his jewels dropping him to the ground. After that little escapade I am brought down to my knees and the other bouncer comes over to me pulling out a blade, getting ready to stick me. Until he falls to the ground with a blade sticking the side of his ribs as his body falls down to the side a clown can be seen standing next to the fallen body, of the dead bouncer cleaning off his blade.[/b][/size][/i]
Guy #1: Who the fuck is this clown?[/b][/size][/i]
As the clown in a mafia looking suit cleans off his blade that he just removed from the bouncer's ribs. I am just amazed that he didn't kill me. The question I had to ask him was simple Why help me? Ah hell I can ask him that later. Lifting up his hat and removing it his long green dreadlocks dangled down from his brow, placing his hat back upon his head I could see scars blatantly carved in his face. I have seen him somewhere before I just couldn't put my finger on where I seen him at.[/b][/i][/size]
Guy #2: Who the hell are you anyways?[/b][/size][/i]
Mickey: Oh little ole me well if you must know I am The Detroit Massacre Mickey Madness at your service. You boys do know me and imagine that you have heard of me, if you haven't then let me warn you if you don't let Wolfy over there go then you will all end up like your poor friend here on the ground. So what do you say do we have a deal?[/size][/color]
Knowing how stupid these guys are they actually let me go so that they could try and attempt to take out this clown character. Well safe to say they all fell miserably I think that I even seen this guy use his bare hands one time hitting one of them with a wicked devastating move, I have no idea the name of it but it was 8 chops to the chest of the guy and then a stunner type move. All I have to say is that it looked very painful well the receiving end it did. After the brawl was over I walked over to the well dressed clown and stuck my hand out to shake his hand. Mickey just gave me a look and then grinned grasping my hand and shaking it in approval.[/i][/size][/color]
Me: You wouldn't have happened to be in the REW at one point in time would you? The only reason that I ask this is because well I have the strangest feeling that I have seen you somewhere before. You saved my ass for what its worth thank you, I could have handled it though by myself.[/b][/size][/i]
Mickey: If you say so...Yes I use to be in the REW and I am Mickey Madness at your service. I came here to complete a job, from someone that you might know or might not I can not disclose my client Intel. You see I was paid for a job and I completed it, all I was to do was deliver you a message. Go back to the REW:RW and seek the one you want to snuff out of the picture Dark Wolf. Well I will be seeing you...[/b][/size][/i]
With that said The Detroit Massacre leaves with his cleaned up blade in his hands and disappears out into the darkness of the night. Now back to the matter at hand the barkeep who is reaching for his gun, I jump up into the air coming down with three kicks sending them into his skull, turning my back I leave and the camera begins to loose the feed as it is about to fade out.[/b][/size][/i]
Me: I am coming back to REW and Aaron you are going to pay my dear old friend I am going to make it a personal goal to take you out even if I have to take everyone else out that gets in my way. We have a score to settle and I am not going to be leaving anytime soon, not until I have my revenge on you. I never walked in your shadow, everyone might call me a wannabe. A shadow of you but the truth of the matter be told I have a new move that I have been wanting to try out on my victims and I don't think you will disapprove of it once you witness it. The Wolf is coming for you Holiday.[/b][/i][/size]
With that said the camera Fades To Black..
TO BE CONTINUED...[/b][/size][/i]
