Post by Nick Watson on Dec 18, 2009 4:39:17 GMT -4
*Highway, Night*
The world is a battle zone, the sounds of gunshots piercing through the night, the shallow breaths of men who have been shot trying their best to get the air they need to survive, but coming up just short, and the sound of the screams! Oh the screams! Tearing the night to shreds like the wails of Banshees in mythology, but this event is all too real, it is all too vivid, and all too sharp on the television screen. Men dressed in blue, most likely cops, are all huddled behind a large bus, a Swat bus, using it for cover from the hail of bullets that are being shot to end their lives. They are all too underarmed to battle the automatic weapons that are being used, the majority of the Swat lay dead in front of the exit of the bus where they had no time to escape from the confines within. The captain, a man who would lead his people to victory in such battles, sits on the ground in a fetal position, he has pissed himself, and his subordinate is calling in for back up, knowing all too well that the radios are jammed. The captain thinks of his kids and his wife who are sitting at home watching this gun fight take place and knows all too well that he will never see his family again.
He regrets yelling at his wife or beating her in front of his kids, but most of all he regrets never being there for his daughter, and now as the sounds of the bullets become deafening he knows that the men are moving closer to the bus. His subordinate looks at him and then throws his radio down, he picks up his pistol, a standard issue beretta, and silently prays to himself as he shoves the last clip into place. He reloads his gun swiftly and slowly creeps over to the corner of the bus, knowing that if he was going to die that he was going to take a few with him. Some of the others share his mentality and pray themselves before reloading their guns in preparation for the final stand. As they all are about to turn around the bus and begin to open fire, the sound of a helicopter's rotating blades fills their ears, and they all look to the sky, even the captain who was in the fetal position, looks up into the sky. The helicopter came in from the west, but what perplexed them so was the fact that they had not called in for air support due to the jam, and the fact that the helicopter did not have any identifying marks. Even the gun fire stopped, they too were perplexed, and a single rope dropped down to behind the bus as a lone figure slid down to the officers below. Once he hit the ground he made a hand gesture and the chopper took off, leaving the man by himself with the demoralized police officers. The man was dressed weirdly, clearly wearing a bullet proof vest to protect himself, but there was a hood that was connected to the vest that came over the man's face, hiding it from view, he looked completely unarmed, and as he stepped closer the men didn't think much of him. Coming unarmed to a battle field? A rookie mistake that could cost someone his life, but something about this man's walk and the way he held himself made him different than anyone they had ever seen.
The first thing the man did upon nearing them was to kneel down to see what the captain's condition was, the other officers stared at the man as he examined him, and then he began to yell.
Man: Be careful, these fucks may have Strange tech. I know...I know, but I am in charge of this operation. Just get into position damnit.
The man looked up to see that all the officers were staring at him, the man pointed to a microphone which had been nearly invisible in the darkness of the night, and then spoke.
Man: Forgive me...pretty hard commanding two lions. Anyway, your boss is in shock, and I would recommend that one of you try to get him away from the fighting. Any one else in need of medical treatment? We have a medic on his way now, but I need to give him a location that is safe, and not in the middle of hostilities.
As if on cue the gun fire began again and the man shook his head and turned to the second in command, a muscle bound African American who appeared to be in his thirties.
Man: Alright, you're this man's right hand man, right?
Officer: Yes, sir.
Man: Good, you are in charge of rallying these men, my guys are going to need covering fire.
One of the other officers wasn't too happy with that and crawled over from where he had been crouched. The man looked at him as the man began to shout over the gunfire.
Officer #2: Oh yeah? And what makes your guys worth wasting our lives on?
Man: Well to be perfectly honest, when I arrived you guys seemed inclined to die.
The officer glared at him and growled, knowing all too well he was right.
Man: But to answer your question, my guys are worth about twenty of yours. And that is why there is only two coming.
The man looked over to the officer who he had placed in charge and began to reiterate the question.
Madok: Is there a safe place where we can put the wounded?
The officer in charge nodded his head and pointed to a nearby building near the toll station which had been deserted when the fight had started.
Officer: We can put the wounded there, but it will be a hell of a job getting them there.
Man: Well it looks like we have two to three injured just by looking around at the men, I would say send out four to get the injured to the building while the others give cover fire.
Officer: My men are nearly out of ammo and to risk the lives of seven men to take the injured to a building...I don't like the idea.
Man: That is the only option we have. I'm calling in the medic now. So get your men ready.
The officer nodded his head, even if he did not agree with the man he had to respect the fact that the man was taking charge under pressure. The officer chose four relatively big men who picked up one man a piece, save for two who lifted the captain, and as soon as the Man gave the signal they all began to run. The officer gave a hand gesture and the remaining policeman began to shoot blindly from behind the cover of the bus at the enemy, who were forced to take cover behind what ever they could find as the cops let loose a hail of bullets. Finally a clicking noise could be heard all around, the men were out of ammo, but the injured had made it to the building. The man then began to whisper into his microphone so that only his guys could hear it, and nodded his head after hearing what he had wanted to hear.
He turned to look at the officer and gave him a smile.
Man: Medic will be landing in two minutes behind the building, as for us, I have some good news.
The officer quirked a brow then asked for more details.
Officer: Oh...what is the good news?
Man: My boys are on the ground and they are moving into position.
The sound of bullets being shot out of automatic weapons filled the air as the smile on the man's face widened.
Man: They are nearly ready to attack, we just need some sort of distraction to occupy the enemy while they get ready for the ambush.
The officer who had originally been arguing with the man handed him a grenade full of tear gas and nodded.
Officer #2: This should do the trick, right?
Man: Yes, yes it will.
The man grabbed hold of the grenade and pulled the ring, he pressured the clutch to ensure the grenade wouldn't go off and then threw it over the bus and to the other side. There was a small sound of leaking gas as the grenade began to spew out tear gas, clearly there was some sound of disgruntled men who were being hit by the tear gas. The man spoke into his microphone one more time, so that everyone behind the bus could hear it.
Man: Move ahead with the ambush, Reaper and Lionheart.
A sound came up over the head phones that the man was wearing letting him know that the two were starting the ambush, and with that the scene goes black.
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*Three Hours Earlier, Unknown Location*
The scene comes back to life as it opens up on a long hall with many different doors, security cameras hang from the walls overlooking the hall for security purposes, and the camera begins to move forward to this hall. The sound of talking can be heard from behind each closed door and as the camera reaches the final door at the end of the hallway, the sound of blatant arguing can be heard. The door opens as a secretary in "get the fuck out of the room" mode, makes his way as far away as he possibly can for the room, and the camera moves forward into the room to show what could only be described as a military strategy room, complete with a global map that is layed out on a table. Three men stand in the room: An old man who looks like he had once been in the military and had been a general at that, a young man in fatigues, he has two combat knives on his waste and an old fashioned katana strapped to his back, the final man is none other than Madok Mortalis who is sipping on glass full of bourbon, he looks to be the most out of place out of everyone in the room, but he doesn't seem to care. The general looking man, clearly angered by something, slams his fist down on the table making an audible thudding noise, and then he begins to speak.
General: Don't play games with me, Mr. Mortalis. I know how much the directors support your weapons being on the front lines, but this is pure madness.
Madok: I didn't ask for your opinion, Larry. All I'm say is that the board supports me in being named an officer of this little private army that you are running and I just whole hearteningly went along with it. I did not come here to play games, general...I intend to support Vesper with all of my heart.
General: This is not the army, Mr. Mortalis. Not just anyone can get into Vesper! You need some sort of combat expertise, I can't knowingly endanger my own men by naming you an officer when clearly you have no training in leadership or military tactics!
Madok: General, please do not sell me short. I am one of the best hand to hand combatants in this building and if you care to put me to the test then I will be more than willing to accept your challenge. But in truth, general...you have no choice in whether I am instated an officer or not. The board has decided on it and you have little to no chance of contesting this.
The man in fatigues sighs and begins to leave the room, the general and Madok turn to look at the man who is leaving and the general comments.
General: Where are you going Lionheart?
Lionheart: Personally I am tired of all the bickering, sir. So I am going to go rest...seems like you have this handled anyway.
General: But I brought you here for back up, Lionheart. I may need you to co-sign the declaration of disapproval so I can stop this spoiled brat from getting an officer position.
Madok: General, there is no need for name calling. I am simply doing what the board has asked me to do, I too am as shocked as you are, but you clearly do not understand why I was chosen.
Lionheart: No, we understand that Mr. Mortalis.
Madok's eyes turned to look at Lionheart, who had turned around, his back now to the door, and facing the two other men in the room.
Madok: Oh, you do?
Lionheart: We know all about your involvement in the past with Strange and we know you have been using Strange tech to update the weapons we use in the field today. And we know about the Los Numeros event and that you were involved in putting that to an end.
Madok: Clearly you all are better informed than I thought.
Lionheart: Yes, but we also know you are a loose cannon, capable of derailing the whole operation. So as you can see the general is worried about the overall safety of trusting you with such an offer.
Madok: I can ensure you R...
Lionheart: I go by my codename, Mr. Mortalis. That is to ensure that if enemies have infiltrated our system and are watching us that they can not hunt down my family.
Madok: Sorry, sometimes I forget protocol when I am here. I can ensure you Lionheart that you will not need to worry about me being a "loose cannon" those days of me nearly blowing shit up are long done. I've matured a great deal with my dealings with the Reaper.
General: Oh yes, the Reaper. We have had our eyes on him for some time, but I don't think that is enough, your word is just not good enough for me to trust. I need hard documents showing you are more than ready for the field work we do here in Vesper.
Madok: Come on general! Give me a chance, I can prove to you I am worth this position.
General: I don't know...
Lionheart: I say we go ahead and okay it sir. I think if I join him and work with him personally, I can make an accurate assumption if he is worth it or not.
General: Are you willing to take this responsibility?
Lionheart: Of course, sir. I am more than ready to clean up Mr. Mortalis' mess.
Madok: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
The general and Lionheart ironed some things out on paper and after a few minutes of silence in the room beside the whispers of the general and Lionheart, they looked over at Madok. The general nodded and handed Madok the paper, which was a mock contract to Vesper team Delta, and Madok signed on the dotted line after reading everything on the contract. Madok looked up from the paper and to the face of the general and then began to speak.
Madok: So that is it?
General: Yes. Your position is established as the leader of Delta team...you will be working in conjunction with Bravo team's Lionheart, until you can recruit your own hand to hand specialist. You will receive a medic from the in training troops and a techy from the training fields, they will be a little green, but they will be skilled. My Vesper troops are trained well, but these guys are fresh from the academy, and have yet to be assigned to a team.
Madok: Sounds good general.
General: You will report to the briefing hall, a mission is awaiting pick up, and it is an important one.
Madok: What is the mission about?
General: I am not at liberty to discuss the mission within this room. Lionheart, please escort Mr. Mortalis to the briefing hall.
Lionheart nodded and motioned for Madok to follow him, which he did, and that led to him exiting the room and entering the hallway, the camera followed him as he did so. They passed several rooms until finally Lionheart opened the twelfth door on the right, inside was a large room, filled with men who were looking at a giant virtual globe that was rotating, and had red dots on it.
Madok: What do the red dots mean?
Lionheart: Those are some of the deserted bases of Mr. Strange we have managed to find.
Madok: So you guys are keeping tabs on Strange.
Lionheart: That is one of the major things Vesper does.
Madok nodded his head as Lionheart walked over to the computer and typed in a few commands until a printer next to the computer came to life, and began to print out information. Lionheart began to speak as he watched the papers come out.
Lionheart: Usually we have a trial system before we select captains from the ranks, but seeing as how you have been specially chosen for this role...we will have to trust you with this important mission.
After the papers were done printing, Lionheart picked them up, and put them in a manila folder. He handed the folder to Madok and then began to speak.
Lionheart: This mission is extremely important Mr. Mortalis. As you may or may not know, there is a high demand for Strange tech world wide, and recently a truck load of Strange tech was stolen from one of our warehouses around the globe. There were some potentially dangerous things that could lead to the end of the world in this truck load of Strange tech. We have managed to locate where the Strange tech will be going, but we have no clue who decided to steal from Vesper. We need to intercept the truck before it can reach the boarder...it is heading into Mexico. We have alerted the authorities to the matter, but they will not be enough to stop them most likely. That is where Delta team comes in...we will go in and take the Strange tech back, also we will neutralize the people that did this. It is of top priority that we retake the tech and neutralize the threat, we don't need this repeating itself because we allow them to escape without being taught a lesson. It is also of high priority that we try to find out who did this. That is our mission.
Madok: I would like to meet my troops before we go out into the field.
Lionheart: That can be arranged, Mr. Mortalis. Follow me to the barracks.
Pulling out some documents from the manila folder and following Lionheart at the same time they made their way to the opposite end of the hall. At this end of the a double door awaited them and upon opening the door they were graced with the presence of the reserve troops, they were all jittery, and clearly young, not one of them had yet to see the field. Lionheart nodded at Madok and took the manila folder from him and picked out a piece of paper from its' contents. He looked at the names on the paper and then spoke up loudly.
Lionheart: You all know why we are here, so would Switch Board and Stitches please step forward.
Out of the many people two figures stepped out from the large lines, one was a skinny African American, he was clothed in normal attire, and unlike the rest was holding a laptop, he looked about with a smile and then over to Madok who nodded his head. The other man was smoking a cigarette and wearing a lab coat, he was white clearly by how pale he was, and had a tattoo of stitches on his right cheek, he looked over at Madok and gave him a sinister glare.
Lionheart: You two come with us.
Switch Board: Alright, sir.
Stiches: Now I've got to work. This sucks.
Switch Board and Stitches walked over to Madok and Lionheart, once they had all gathered into one spot they began to make their way to the hangar where they would go over the mission in detail before deciding how to go about it. When they entered the hangar one of the pilots would walk up to them and shake Madok's hand.
Crash: They call me Crash, that is because I have crashed a chopper and a jet more than any other pilot in the whole Vesper organization, but beside that I am a damn good pilot. Well I'm Delta team's pilot now, anyways I was given orders to inform you that the people who took the tech are in a gun fight with the police on the highway. So we need to hurry this up.
Lionheart: We have a bigger problem.
All eyes turned to look at Lionheart who was now looking a little concerned. Madok replied quickly.
Madok: And what is that?
Lionheart: We do not have an Arms Specialist and we are going into a gun fight, clearly this could turn out bad, as we have only a technical guy, a medic, and myself.
Madok: That could pose a problem indeed. But I think I have a solution.
Lionheart: Please tell me that you are not thinking what I think you are thinking?
Madok: Yes, give me a cellphone...I'm calling the Reaper.
The scene fades to black with Lionheart arguing with Madok and Crash handing Madok a cell phone.
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*Helicopter Above the Highway, 30 minutes before go time*
Pence: You do realize that I have a match at Christmas Chaos right?
Everyone in the helicopter turned to look at Pence who was wearing a bullet proof vest and had several guns of different types strapped to his body, all with different ranges, clip sizes, and burst rates. Clearly Pence knew what he was doing and that was what Madok had wanted for in a Arms Specialist, he pulled the hood over his face, and then replied.
Madok: I know, but it is not like Biggs is real competition.
Pence: I could be shot.
Madok: Yeah, right...I've seen you in a gun fight, sorry to say, but that excuse is complete bullshit.
Pence turned to see that Stitches and Switch Board were laughing, he shook his head, and then turned back to his original position. He once again checked his guns, but found once again nothing was wrong. "Old habits, die hard I suppose.", Pence thought to himself as he remembered that he had checked his weapons so many times before his first mission. It was a sign that he was nervous, it had been a while since he had been in a gun fight with so much on the line, and he knew that this type of nervous habit was a positive not a negative. Repeated checking of guns meant that the gun would be in tip top condition once the mission began.
Madok: Sure are checking those guns a lot.
Pence: Just nervous. This is, after all, dangerous.
Madok: Alright lets talk about your match, not much we are doing up here besides waiting on Switch Board to unjam the radios for us.
Switch Board: I'm trying the best I can!
Madok: Yeah, yeah, yeah just make sure the radios work. Anyways, you feeling ready for the match?
Pence: I am always ready for a fight, but this shit is just getting out of hand.
Madok: Oh really? How so?
Pence: I think he really thinks he is the best.
Madok: What would give the little shit that impression?
Pence: I think it is because Shadow lost to him again.
Madok: What else is fucking new? That Neanderthal always loses to pencil dick.
Pence: Then he compared himself to Level One.
Madok: He did what?
Pence: He said he was smarter than Level One in a fancy way. Then he took the metaphorical dick of Level One and shoved it in mouth.
Madok: Sounds like Biggs alright, does this guy ever get new material?
Pence: If he did I didn't notice, after all I don't watch his shitty Internet show.
Madok: Nobody watches that shit, I'm surprised he still does it.
Pence: He also found a girlfriend apparently.
Madok: So he finally came out of the closet and him and Cyrus got together?
Pence: No, he actually found a real girl.
Madok: That's amazing! He found the one girl on the whole fucking planet that will lay him. Then again some women will do anything for money.
Pence: The sad thing is, I wouldn't be surprised if that is what Biggs is doing.
Madok: Hell if I was gay, I would pay for a believable cover story too.
Pence laughed and the others in the helicopter started laughing too, even Crash, the man piloting the helicopter. They finally calmed down as Pence looked out of the window down on the street, clearly the cops were in trouble. They had done a good job in stopping the truck from leaving the states, it sat all the way on one side of the highway, all four of its' tires blown out, and as they began to evaluate the situation, Pence began to feel bad for the cops. The Swat had been taken out too quick for them to make a difference and now the remainder of the cops hid behind the Swat bus as the enemy unloaded on the bus with automatic weapons that looked like no other automatic weapon Pence had seen before. Madok seemed to notice this too as he looked out the window too.
Madok: I've never seen automatic guns like those.
Lionheart: They are called Azure 220's, they are a gun that has been made using Strange tech. We may actually be fighting some pawns of Strange's so we are going to have to be more careful from now on.
Pence: No.
Lionheart's eyes turned to look at Pence who was closely watching the enemy below. Lionheart pushed back his blond hair and then responded.
Lionheart: No, what?
Pence: Their movement is all wrong and the way they are just firing away at the bus...it is not a Strange soldier tactic. Strange's troops would rush forward without a concern for their lives. These guys stay back. So no, these are not Strange's pawns, but they are using these Azure 220s.
Lionheart: How do..
Pence: Because I have dealt with Strange before. More so than anyone else in this chopper.
Madok: He is telling the truth, these guys are not Strange's goons, but they are wielding Strange tech weapons, luckily I brought something just in case.
All eyes turned to look at Madok as he pulled out a suit case from under his seat, he looked around at all the people watching him closely, and then with a look of glee opened the suitcase to reveal a gun. Madok removed the gun from the suitcase and put it in Pence's hands, and with a smile Madok then loudly spoke.
Madok: Meet the next generation of Martyr X....the Martyr X-2 and let me tell you it was no easy task to construct. Five months in development, two months to construct, and one month of preliminary testing were put into making this gun the best handgun in the world today.
The first thing Pence noticed about the gun was how light it was, it felt like he was almost holding nothing, and he felt like he could aim quicker with this gun than the original Martyr X that he had holstered as a side arm.
Madok: You are looking at Strange Tech and my own technology combined, Pence. We made the gun lighter, almost as light as if you didn't have a fire arm at all, and we increased the size of the mag by five bullets. That means you will get twenty bullets per magazine instead of fifteen. The real beauty of this gun is the burst shot, which shoots three bullets in quick succession, mind you that can cause you to run out of ammo fast, but utility I believe is a sacrifice that we can make for ammo. Besides the ammo is easier to make than before, once again thanks Strange tech.
Pence: I'm liking it, definitely going to bring it into the field with me.
Madok: Promise me you will be careful with it though and don't do anything crazy that may damage the gun. It is only a prototype and we are still working out some bugs.
Pence: What type of bugs?
Madok: Well sometimes the gun can...back fire.
Stiches: Jesus Christ, now I will have to treat self-inflicted wounds.
Pence: I feel slightly more unsafe with this gun already.
Madok: Oh come on! All you have to do is make sure that you don't make any upward shots with it, that is when it usually happens.
Pence: Thanks for the heads up before I use it.
Madok: Not all prototypes are perfect, just make sure to use caution.
Pence: Don't worry, I will.
Switch Board looked up from his laptop with a gleeful look on his face and in victory he pumped his left arm and made a wooting noise. All of the people in the helicopter save the pilot turned to look at Switch Board who looked around at all of them, smile still on his face, but clearly he was a little embarrassed.
Switch Board: I defeated that pesky jammer, we will have free radio communication to each other.
Madok: Good work, Switch Board. Now we can go ahead and get down to the real deal. Tonight we are going into our first battle as a team and we will do what we have to do to succeed. I hope that all of us make it back safe, but some of us may die, this is a difficult mission, and we are fighting the odds with this. Now we are going to do this as we discussed alright?
All of the troops nodded their head, knowing all too well that one fuck up would mean death, and most likely a crucial loss at the hands of the enemy. Madok motioned for Crash to get lower to the ground, his role was to play commander from behind the bus with the cops, he would also try to set up a distraction for Lionheart and Pence who would be dropped further down the highway. They would move on his signal and attack on his signal, if there was anyone injured, Stitches would be deployed and used at the safest possible area to treat their wounds. Switch Board would stay in the helicopter with Crash and ensure that the radios stayed unjammed during the whole battle. Madok nodded his head at Crash as they arrived at a decent level for him to slide down the rope and as he did so Pence touched him on the shoulder. Madok turned to look at his friend.
Pence: Be careful down there. Don't be a hero?
A smile spread across his face as he saluted Pence and made his way down the rope. The scene fades to black as Madok reaches the floor and the helicopter begins to fly towards the southern end of the highway.
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*On the Highway, Ambush*
Pence and Lionheart had been in position for about three minutes when over their radio came the sound of Madok's voice saying to get ready for the ambush. The car that they were hiding behind was enough to give them great cover if the ambush went haywire and they were fired upon, and Pence was judging the distance between the car and the next car which was slightly smaller than the one they were behind through estimation. Pence turned to Lionheart and nodded his head as he clicked off the safety on his Martyr X-2. He payed close attention to the mass of enemies, ten of them in all, armed with the Azure 220's, and wearing masks to hide their faces. Pence motioned for Lionheart to move up and he nodded his head as he gracefully jumped over the trunk and dived for cover behind the smaller car. Lionheart unsheathed the sword on his back and got ready to lunge forward on the command and for a while that command did not come. At first Pence feared the worst and had no clue what had happened to Madok, but that was when the gun fire from the cops sounded, and the masked men jumped for cover, mostly cars dodging the bullets from the cops. Pence took a peak to see that Madok was moving the injured to the toll building near the toll booths and was calling in Stitches for medical support at the building. As the fire died down from the cops, Pence knew they had expended the ammunition in their guns, and if the masked men wanted to they could over take them now, even when Lionheart and Pence were so near by.
They awaited their order and as time wore on and the masked men began to open fire on the bus, drawing ever nearer, the sound of clinking could be heard as a grenade landed right in the dead center of the mass of enemies. Pence knew a tear gas grenade when he saw one and covered his mouth with his hand as it let out its gas all over the place. That was when Madok's voice came over the headphones telling them to attack. Pence nodded and took aim at one of the men who was screaming and let one bullet ring true, it hit home, almost dead on in the head, a splatter of brain masses following the bullet as brain matter and bullet hit the bus. This drew the attention of the masked men, even if they were being gassed they knew better than to allow him to openly shoot on them.
Masked Man: Get him! Shoot! Shoot idiots shoot!
They began to fire on Pence's car, glass and metal flying everywhere Pence cursed as loud as he could, and the sound was overpowered by the sounds of the bullets hitting the car. As if on cue, Lionheart jumped out from behind his car, and rushed one of the remaining nine men and went to work on him quickly. Lionheart in one blow sliced through one of the men's arms, the one that was holding the gun to be exact, and then in one swift motion unsheathed his combat knife as the man screamed in pain, and slit his throat in a swift motion. The other men turned in surprise at how fast Lionheart had moved and as they did so, Pence holstered the Martyr X-2, and pulled out the Vector, it had low accuracy, but a hell of a wide burst. He dove from behind car and unloaded a full clip due to it being a machine gun, and watched as two of the men fell back, now full of bullet holes. The masked men had no clue what to do as they tried to counter attack swiftly, but due to the weight of the Azure 220's and their gear, they were out maneuvered by Pence and Lionheart. Pence, even though he had so many guns on his person, had been trained to fight with more than one gun holstered, and had been taught how to remain agile even with the heavy equipment. Pence was thanking his training as he dodged a barrage of bullets from one of the men, but as quickly as the man had shot at Pence, he was down. Lionheart had the man quickly, he stabbed the man in the gut, and as he buckled over he brought that combat knife which he had stabbed the man with down right on the back of his neck. He left the blade in as he fell to the ground, gasping, and dieing.
Pence threw his Vector aside and pulled out an AA-12 shotgun and as one of the men ran over, Pence used the butt of his gun to hit the man in the face and knock him on his back. Pence then stood up and aimed the shotgun at the man's chest and shot, blood spattered all over his vest, and gun, but Pence didn't stop there as he ran forward to continue the fight. Meanwhile one of the men had decided to fight Lionheart with the butt of his gun against his katana, the masked man quickly learned that it would not work as he was skewered on the end of the sword. The man coughed up blood as he fell to his knees and Lionheart put his foot on him as he pulled the blade clean and the man fell face first on to the asphalt. One of the men went over and butt the sword with his gun and this caused Lionheart to drop the sword and that is when Lionheart began to fight with hands. Quickly Lionheart grabbed the man's gun which had been used to disarm him and then he disarmed the man and hit him dead on under the chin with an uppercut, knocking his lights out in the process. Pence was on the last two as he brought his shotgun to the chest of another soldier who had been stupid enough to believe he could butt Pence with the gun. The man fell to the floor as the final man rushed forward and Pence tripped him up, sending him face first to the floor. Pence quickly followed up by jumping on his back and clutching the man's head and in one swift motion he snapped it with a sick crunching noise.
Pence sighed and then stood up, throwing the AA-12 aside.
Pence: All clear!
The cops and Madok appeared from behind the bus to see that all the men were either dead or incapacitated. They had succeeded in one part of their mission, but one part still remained, and that part was to retrieve the stolen tech. Pence and Lionheart, now accompanied by Madok made their way to the truck with a look of success across their faces. They had saved the day, the world would be safe for just one more day because of them, and that made them feel good. Pence was the first to arrive at the double doors to the back up the truck and upon opening it, he stared in disbelief at what he saw, and with a confused grunt he called the other two over to him who were checking to see if the masked men were truly dead, save the one incapacitated.
Lionheart: What type of tech did they steal?
Madok: Must have been some real dangerous tech to send us out here to the middle of no where right?
Pence: Look for yourselves.
Both Madok and Lionheart looked inside and then with a quick double take and a look of confusion now on their faces they both began to worry.
Madok: There is nothing in the truck....
The frightening realization that all of this bloodshed had been meaningless now went through their minds and as the scene fades to black Pence can be seen punching one side of the double door with his fist, denting the metal in the process.
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*Unknown Location*
The scene reopens in a restaurant where Vincent Trials is seen sitting eating some steak, he wears a smile on his face, and as a Spanish looking fellow sits down at his table Vincent looks up from his food. The Spanish man looks to be quite angry and growls at Vincent who seems to not be too surprised to see the man in front of him.
Man: You set my men up! There was no Strange tech in the cargo!
Vincent Trials: Did you really think I would send the Strange Tech to a man who has been known to squeal. Get real Mr. Remirez, our deal was simply a ruse for a test of Vesper and just how far they will go to stop the spread of Strange tech.
Mr. Remirez: Is that all my men are to you? Test subject, fuck you Vincent and fuck your organi...
A gun shot rang out as wood splinters and brain matter hit the side of the wall of the restaurant, the patrons all looked frightened as they all begin to leave, and as Vincent stands up from the table he sighs.
Vincent Trials: You would have got your Strange Tech if you had not been such a miserable maggot. But you had to be an asshole and ruin my dinner...now I have lost my appetite. And you have clearly lost your head. Check please.
The scene zooms out to reveal a now headless Mr. Remirez and as the scene fades to black, Vincent Trials lets loose a maniacal laugh that fills the speakers.
To Be Continued.....
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*Pre-Recorded Transmission*
The scene opens up on a clustered hotel room, clothes lay on the bed in stacks, a shoe lays on the bed, and a sock. The camera pans out to show Pence Weatherlight sitting in a chair behind a table, with a large grin on his face. He folds his hands on the table as he begins to talk into the camera.
Pence: Sorry if the room is such a mess, ladies and gentlemen...I thought I had told Benny to not turn on the camera to show what a pig sty my hotel room has become.
Benny: Not our fault that you have been out and about most of the day. I tried to tell the maids to clean your room, but they don't speak English.
Pence: Don't worry, I will handle it tomorrow, I speak Spanish very well.
Benny: Did not know that.
Pence: Well back to what I was about to say before. Hello Ladies and gentlemen, once again I must apologize for the lateness of the promotion, but as you know, I am quite the busy man, and have been barely scraping by with decent promotions lately, but I know this weeks is a doozy because I didn't want to disappoint the fans out there. I hope that whatever type of promotion I have produced is good enough to satisfy you Reaper fanatics out there. Anyways, as you all may know I will be wrestling at Christmas Chaos for the coveted, Overdrive Championship, against the current champion, Biggs. Now I know what you all are saying, why is Biggs Overdrive champion again, and the answer is because Shadow is a complete and utter piece of shit in the ring and out. The douche bag can barely tie his shoes let alone retain a title from an under talented hack in Biggs, and if you are a fan of Shadow, don't worry there is still time to get on Santa's nice list by doing everyone a favor, and switching to a more prominent superstar to be a fan of. But just like Shadow, Biggs is what you called an overrated superstar, not by the fans standards, but by his own. The guy is so full of himself that Level One had to tell the guy to calm down with all of the self-love and grow some talent before continuing and that is saying something. Plus I have never seen a man flagship Level One more than Biggs, I think there may be some sick love triangle going on behind the scenes of APW between Cyrus, Biggs, and Level One, but don't tell anyone else, that is between me and everyone who is watching this promotion. So keep it a secret alright? Plus if you see Biggs on the street slap him on the face and tell him to get back on the corner so that he can get the money he needs to pay for his shitty Internet show. Because what the fuck would this world do without the opinion of a cock sucking, Level One fan, which oddly enough those two phrases fit awfully perfect together.
Pence pauses and rubs the stubble of his beard and then snaps his fingers before continuing.
Pence: How rude of me! I forgot that you had a girlfriend now Biggs! Congratulations on finding the one woman who can tolerate you other than Chris Cyrus in his drag queen costume. Just don't blow it by messing up the monthly deposit into her bank account and your ruse of actually being straight will be complete. But then again even that alone is not going to stop the gay jokes from coming, sorry Cyrus, I guess it means that you and Biggs are going to have to go back to closing the blinds again. By the way Biggs cut the fucking hair dude, you look like a chick, and the fact that you have almost no muscle and look like a chick in your wrestling attire is not helping that matter, but I guess that is alright with Cyrus being the pitcher and you being the catcher. In all honesty there is no way to stop the gay jokes from coming if you are going to make it so damn easy, you opened yourself up to the Watergate of gay jokes by naming your little group of failures the Axis of Awesome, back in my day the damn stable names actually represented something. The name of your stable is an oxymoron itself and that is because neither of you are awesome, saying that you are doesn't make you awesome, maybe awesomely awful, or awesomely retarded, but definitely not just awesome. Now you could say that maybe I am awesome because in a sense I am awe inspiring and my performances in the ring awe the crowd, but to you guys it is just not a true statement and it just will never work.
Sorry to ruin the gimmick, but some one has to step in, and tell you that you all being awesome is just not the case, now the axis of boredom or the axis of mediocrity, definitely describes you better. For example, this star studded performance you gave in front of the camera along side your "girlfriend", was truly at best boring, and mediocre. Another example would be your title reigns so far, have been boring and mediocre, I mean honestly all you did up to this point was fight someone who clearly did not deserve the title shots over, and over again. I mean what do you want, a pat on the back for beating Shadow more times than anyone else in the APW? That is like wanting a pat on the back for sentencing Jesus to death. But then again, who am I to attest against your greatness right, it is not like I was an APW World Heavyweight Champion, an EWC North American Champion, tied for third place in the King of the Cage tournament, and was named wrestler of the month of November by EWC. I mean seriously! How does that qualify me to step into the ring with a man that has won the Overdrive title twice! You are so fucking right Biggs, I should just give up....I'm just joshing you, I think I will stay, and beat your pansy ass in the middle of the ring in front of millions of adoring APW fans.
But my, my, my...I forgot all about your rant. Here I am just bashing you like there is no tomorrow and I forgot that you had sent in one of your shitty promos that work on mid-carders and not Main Eventers. One second Biggs, I will be right back, and then I will give you a real rebuttal. No, no, no, not the type that you and Cyrus give each other after a long work out, I mean the type where I make an argument of my own on information that you have given. Be right back, one second.
Pence disappears off-screen and the sound of the television coming on and Biggs voice come over the speakers, Pence makes "mhm"ing noises, and after about ten minutes return with a frown on his face. He sits down in his chair and shakes his head in disappointment.
Pence: That was your game winning promotion? It is clear to me now that you are an undeserving asshole and that if it were up to me, I would ensure you were fired, and would never be allowed to return. But seeing as how not all wishes can come true, I suppose I can humor you with the counter to this shitastic promotion that you have put all over the airwaves. Ladies and gentlemen, this may get ugly, I ask that you turn down the volume on the television set because I am going to be yelling, and I am going to be bitching...now that you understand...it is time to begin. I regret it already.
The whole premise of your entire rant was records, deny it if you want, but clearly by my analysis, it was records, and let me tell you that it depresses me that everyone in this God damn business is using the same ammunition type! I mean honestly did you just watch some one else promo and decide that was a good way to start it off, "I suppose I will just be another sheep in the fucking flock, and do what everyone else does!" and you say I am a copy cat. Clearly my friend you are the hypocrite, because it is okie fucking dokie to copy people for you, but when I slightly show similarities to someone, you get all up in arms about it. But back to what I was saying before about records, you are bringing up ancient history from back as far as my start in the APW, and my first title victory. First of all, all of that shit is not pertinent to this match, and second of all it is not going to spare you from your ass beating that every fan is counting down to at Christmas Chaos. But I will humor you, as I have learned to do with the opponents who are just too fucking simple for their own damn good. I won my first title in a Fatal Four Way, so what? Was I lucky, yeah, did I show skill, of course. I don't see the point of this, are you trying to say that I can't win because I can't capitalize off of others or are you trying to say I will win because I can gut through the pain and come out on top? Be more clear and not so fucking vague, dip shit.
The next part of your rant involves you putting Level One's dick in your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. Personally, you make me laugh with how much you are advertising for Level One. Why not just brand his mother fucking name on your God damn chest and get it over with, at least you would look more manly if you did that, instead of like a fairy right now. So what are you going to remind me of? A title loss to Level One? Alright, thank you Einstein for reminding everyone that Level One beat an emotionally distraught man who lost one of his best friends and mentor. Real fucking smooth cock bite. Whats next, predictable it is the whole decimation bull shit that you have been preaching. First of all it was an even fight and second of all, once again Level One cheated me out of a championship by targeting on the emotions I felt for my friend, Nick. So congratulations, this proves that you are an insensitive jerk who deserves to be scorned, and mocked for the rest of your fucking life. I would say congratulations, but that would be mimicking somebody else on the show and I don't want you to go ape shit.
Also, thank you for disrespecting the Overdrive title, it is not a second tier title. In my opinion the Overdrive title is the heart and soul of this show, so sue me for believing that, but I believe that the Overdrive title should be the top title and not this world heavyweight bull shit title. The only second rate thing about that title is the owners it has had, you and Shadow, beside that it is a top tier championship. Also I am being "Dark and brooding" because that is who I fucking am, you fuck face! You would know that if you had been around in the EWC era, or if you had even attempted to dig beyond the APW walls, personally I don't want to look in your closet for clues to who the fuck you are, and find you standing in there wearing a rainbow shirt and a speedo. Also, it is not witty to use the saying "You want to have your cake and eat it too", I would assume if I had a cake I would want to fucking eat it, if I didn't want to eat it I would be an idiot because then I would have wasted money on buying the cake materials or the cake itself. Oh also this is not a little feud, because for it to be a feud we have to be equals and you are so far below me that I get nauseated by looking that far down. By this point in your rant, the last little minute or so, I feel that you have simply just ripped a page of Level One's promo out of a script, and read it out loud to yourself enough times to be able to fake the spark of creativity. I mean you bring up intelligence, which clearly I have by the ton, and foresight which clearly I have otherwise I would not be a successful boxer. Then you bring up talent and how I am a physical wreslter...wait...did you really not...you did didn't you? You are kidding right?
It took you this long to figure out...that I am a physical wrestler. You know what, you didn't even try, fuck it, I've wasted my time with this bull shit and the fans time for even giving a fuck enough to waste time on your bullshit! For some one who is suppose to be smart, you sure as hell are a retarded mother fucker if the only way you can learn what style of fighting your opponent has is by being layed out by said opponent.
Pence puts his face in his palms and clearly is dissatisfied with Biggs, but he finally bring his face from out of his palms after about twenty seconds.
Pence: Would it have been too hard to do a little scouting? No, that is too much for you, too busy focusing on Shadow indeed, and no it is not disappointing that you are not giving attention, quite the contrary, it makes it easy to make you look like an untalented toad who has managed to hold on to his title only because the competition was a dry and humorless giant named Shadow. Oh wait, never mind you have been watching me.
Pence shivers and then continues.
Pence: Stalker. Also there is a clear contradiction to the fact that you have been watching me, because if that is the case how do you just now figure out I like to be physical in the ring? Clearly you pulled the whole "watching" me thing out of your ass about the same time you asked Cyrus to. Also the name of my manager is...Madok, if you were watching me you could say it right since me and him have been working side by side for some time now. He is not a body guard by the way and I know for a fact that he will not be helping me in this upcoming match and I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't want to give you an excuse for material the next time we fight where I am the champion and you are the number one contender. Also for fucks sake Biggs, stop dressing the Beast in spandex, get the boy some street clothes, and tell him to lose the mask, seriously it is not helping your appearances as being straight and not gay.
As for my in-ring abilities, if you really think I am a limited wrestler who pales in comparison to you, I guess you will be enjoying life from a wheel chair in a hospital for the next few months because nobody can be that fucking naive or arrogant. This is not going to be a cake walk even if you have the beast at your side Biggs, I am a strong, tenacious, enduring, and strategic wrestler, and I intend to use all of my in-ring talent to fuck up whatever tactics you have in store for me. I expect you to cheat Biggs, so don't disappoint me. Because if you didn't cheat I would know you wouldn't be trying your best, because the only way you are ever going to one up me is by cheating. Otherwise, you are just another gnat to swat away with the Sunday newspaper.
So lets go ahead and end this here because I am at my wits end with people like you. You want to be the best, you want to be Overdrive Champion, you want to be superior to me in every way, well you better be hoping for a fucking Christmas Miracle because come Sunday at Christmas Chaos...in Los Angeles, you will be begging for mercy and a reprieve, but you will not receive any of those things from me, because I intend to free these fans of you. I will do whatever it takes to bring these fans entertainment, to free that title that you have been corrupting since day one with your despicable antics, bravado, and lies. Biggs come Sunday, you will face a force that has been lieing dormant awaiting its opportunity to rise, and I ensure you that you will not be walking out of that ring with a title! I promise that after Sunday, you will be a broken, title-less man and that the only way you will be able to get around is with the assistance of a wheel chair. So lets not fuck around with playful banter and speeches, lets get right down to it and fight to prove who is the real Overdrive Champion.
Benny: *mocking tone* Spoiler alert, it is Pence Weatherlight you dumb bitch!
Pence: That was pretty rude.
Benny: Ah fuck her, she is an idiot just like that dainty mother fucker Biggs. They would be perfect for each other if Biggs wasn't gay.
Pence: So I hope you are ready to eat your words Biggs, because I intend to jam the things you have said clear down your God damn throat. So get ready Biggs because I am going to win, why?
Benny: *mocking tone* Because Pence is really fucking awesome....you dumb bitch!
Pence: Come on, respect the lady.
Benny: Alright, fine!
Pence: Good night ladies and gentlemen...I hope to see you all at Christmas Chaos.
The scene fades as Pence and Benny argue about respecting women.
*Scene Bursts to Static*
The world is a battle zone, the sounds of gunshots piercing through the night, the shallow breaths of men who have been shot trying their best to get the air they need to survive, but coming up just short, and the sound of the screams! Oh the screams! Tearing the night to shreds like the wails of Banshees in mythology, but this event is all too real, it is all too vivid, and all too sharp on the television screen. Men dressed in blue, most likely cops, are all huddled behind a large bus, a Swat bus, using it for cover from the hail of bullets that are being shot to end their lives. They are all too underarmed to battle the automatic weapons that are being used, the majority of the Swat lay dead in front of the exit of the bus where they had no time to escape from the confines within. The captain, a man who would lead his people to victory in such battles, sits on the ground in a fetal position, he has pissed himself, and his subordinate is calling in for back up, knowing all too well that the radios are jammed. The captain thinks of his kids and his wife who are sitting at home watching this gun fight take place and knows all too well that he will never see his family again.
He regrets yelling at his wife or beating her in front of his kids, but most of all he regrets never being there for his daughter, and now as the sounds of the bullets become deafening he knows that the men are moving closer to the bus. His subordinate looks at him and then throws his radio down, he picks up his pistol, a standard issue beretta, and silently prays to himself as he shoves the last clip into place. He reloads his gun swiftly and slowly creeps over to the corner of the bus, knowing that if he was going to die that he was going to take a few with him. Some of the others share his mentality and pray themselves before reloading their guns in preparation for the final stand. As they all are about to turn around the bus and begin to open fire, the sound of a helicopter's rotating blades fills their ears, and they all look to the sky, even the captain who was in the fetal position, looks up into the sky. The helicopter came in from the west, but what perplexed them so was the fact that they had not called in for air support due to the jam, and the fact that the helicopter did not have any identifying marks. Even the gun fire stopped, they too were perplexed, and a single rope dropped down to behind the bus as a lone figure slid down to the officers below. Once he hit the ground he made a hand gesture and the chopper took off, leaving the man by himself with the demoralized police officers. The man was dressed weirdly, clearly wearing a bullet proof vest to protect himself, but there was a hood that was connected to the vest that came over the man's face, hiding it from view, he looked completely unarmed, and as he stepped closer the men didn't think much of him. Coming unarmed to a battle field? A rookie mistake that could cost someone his life, but something about this man's walk and the way he held himself made him different than anyone they had ever seen.
The first thing the man did upon nearing them was to kneel down to see what the captain's condition was, the other officers stared at the man as he examined him, and then he began to yell.
Man: Be careful, these fucks may have Strange tech. I know...I know, but I am in charge of this operation. Just get into position damnit.
The man looked up to see that all the officers were staring at him, the man pointed to a microphone which had been nearly invisible in the darkness of the night, and then spoke.
Man: Forgive me...pretty hard commanding two lions. Anyway, your boss is in shock, and I would recommend that one of you try to get him away from the fighting. Any one else in need of medical treatment? We have a medic on his way now, but I need to give him a location that is safe, and not in the middle of hostilities.
As if on cue the gun fire began again and the man shook his head and turned to the second in command, a muscle bound African American who appeared to be in his thirties.
Man: Alright, you're this man's right hand man, right?
Officer: Yes, sir.
Man: Good, you are in charge of rallying these men, my guys are going to need covering fire.
One of the other officers wasn't too happy with that and crawled over from where he had been crouched. The man looked at him as the man began to shout over the gunfire.
Officer #2: Oh yeah? And what makes your guys worth wasting our lives on?
Man: Well to be perfectly honest, when I arrived you guys seemed inclined to die.
The officer glared at him and growled, knowing all too well he was right.
Man: But to answer your question, my guys are worth about twenty of yours. And that is why there is only two coming.
The man looked over to the officer who he had placed in charge and began to reiterate the question.
Madok: Is there a safe place where we can put the wounded?
The officer in charge nodded his head and pointed to a nearby building near the toll station which had been deserted when the fight had started.
Officer: We can put the wounded there, but it will be a hell of a job getting them there.
Man: Well it looks like we have two to three injured just by looking around at the men, I would say send out four to get the injured to the building while the others give cover fire.
Officer: My men are nearly out of ammo and to risk the lives of seven men to take the injured to a building...I don't like the idea.
Man: That is the only option we have. I'm calling in the medic now. So get your men ready.
The officer nodded his head, even if he did not agree with the man he had to respect the fact that the man was taking charge under pressure. The officer chose four relatively big men who picked up one man a piece, save for two who lifted the captain, and as soon as the Man gave the signal they all began to run. The officer gave a hand gesture and the remaining policeman began to shoot blindly from behind the cover of the bus at the enemy, who were forced to take cover behind what ever they could find as the cops let loose a hail of bullets. Finally a clicking noise could be heard all around, the men were out of ammo, but the injured had made it to the building. The man then began to whisper into his microphone so that only his guys could hear it, and nodded his head after hearing what he had wanted to hear.
He turned to look at the officer and gave him a smile.
Man: Medic will be landing in two minutes behind the building, as for us, I have some good news.
The officer quirked a brow then asked for more details.
Officer: Oh...what is the good news?
Man: My boys are on the ground and they are moving into position.
The sound of bullets being shot out of automatic weapons filled the air as the smile on the man's face widened.
Man: They are nearly ready to attack, we just need some sort of distraction to occupy the enemy while they get ready for the ambush.
The officer who had originally been arguing with the man handed him a grenade full of tear gas and nodded.
Officer #2: This should do the trick, right?
Man: Yes, yes it will.
The man grabbed hold of the grenade and pulled the ring, he pressured the clutch to ensure the grenade wouldn't go off and then threw it over the bus and to the other side. There was a small sound of leaking gas as the grenade began to spew out tear gas, clearly there was some sound of disgruntled men who were being hit by the tear gas. The man spoke into his microphone one more time, so that everyone behind the bus could hear it.
Man: Move ahead with the ambush, Reaper and Lionheart.
A sound came up over the head phones that the man was wearing letting him know that the two were starting the ambush, and with that the scene goes black.
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*Three Hours Earlier, Unknown Location*
The scene comes back to life as it opens up on a long hall with many different doors, security cameras hang from the walls overlooking the hall for security purposes, and the camera begins to move forward to this hall. The sound of talking can be heard from behind each closed door and as the camera reaches the final door at the end of the hallway, the sound of blatant arguing can be heard. The door opens as a secretary in "get the fuck out of the room" mode, makes his way as far away as he possibly can for the room, and the camera moves forward into the room to show what could only be described as a military strategy room, complete with a global map that is layed out on a table. Three men stand in the room: An old man who looks like he had once been in the military and had been a general at that, a young man in fatigues, he has two combat knives on his waste and an old fashioned katana strapped to his back, the final man is none other than Madok Mortalis who is sipping on glass full of bourbon, he looks to be the most out of place out of everyone in the room, but he doesn't seem to care. The general looking man, clearly angered by something, slams his fist down on the table making an audible thudding noise, and then he begins to speak.
General: Don't play games with me, Mr. Mortalis. I know how much the directors support your weapons being on the front lines, but this is pure madness.
Madok: I didn't ask for your opinion, Larry. All I'm say is that the board supports me in being named an officer of this little private army that you are running and I just whole hearteningly went along with it. I did not come here to play games, general...I intend to support Vesper with all of my heart.
General: This is not the army, Mr. Mortalis. Not just anyone can get into Vesper! You need some sort of combat expertise, I can't knowingly endanger my own men by naming you an officer when clearly you have no training in leadership or military tactics!
Madok: General, please do not sell me short. I am one of the best hand to hand combatants in this building and if you care to put me to the test then I will be more than willing to accept your challenge. But in truth, general...you have no choice in whether I am instated an officer or not. The board has decided on it and you have little to no chance of contesting this.
The man in fatigues sighs and begins to leave the room, the general and Madok turn to look at the man who is leaving and the general comments.
General: Where are you going Lionheart?
Lionheart: Personally I am tired of all the bickering, sir. So I am going to go rest...seems like you have this handled anyway.
General: But I brought you here for back up, Lionheart. I may need you to co-sign the declaration of disapproval so I can stop this spoiled brat from getting an officer position.
Madok: General, there is no need for name calling. I am simply doing what the board has asked me to do, I too am as shocked as you are, but you clearly do not understand why I was chosen.
Lionheart: No, we understand that Mr. Mortalis.
Madok's eyes turned to look at Lionheart, who had turned around, his back now to the door, and facing the two other men in the room.
Madok: Oh, you do?
Lionheart: We know all about your involvement in the past with Strange and we know you have been using Strange tech to update the weapons we use in the field today. And we know about the Los Numeros event and that you were involved in putting that to an end.
Madok: Clearly you all are better informed than I thought.
Lionheart: Yes, but we also know you are a loose cannon, capable of derailing the whole operation. So as you can see the general is worried about the overall safety of trusting you with such an offer.
Madok: I can ensure you R...
Lionheart: I go by my codename, Mr. Mortalis. That is to ensure that if enemies have infiltrated our system and are watching us that they can not hunt down my family.
Madok: Sorry, sometimes I forget protocol when I am here. I can ensure you Lionheart that you will not need to worry about me being a "loose cannon" those days of me nearly blowing shit up are long done. I've matured a great deal with my dealings with the Reaper.
General: Oh yes, the Reaper. We have had our eyes on him for some time, but I don't think that is enough, your word is just not good enough for me to trust. I need hard documents showing you are more than ready for the field work we do here in Vesper.
Madok: Come on general! Give me a chance, I can prove to you I am worth this position.
General: I don't know...
Lionheart: I say we go ahead and okay it sir. I think if I join him and work with him personally, I can make an accurate assumption if he is worth it or not.
General: Are you willing to take this responsibility?
Lionheart: Of course, sir. I am more than ready to clean up Mr. Mortalis' mess.
Madok: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
The general and Lionheart ironed some things out on paper and after a few minutes of silence in the room beside the whispers of the general and Lionheart, they looked over at Madok. The general nodded and handed Madok the paper, which was a mock contract to Vesper team Delta, and Madok signed on the dotted line after reading everything on the contract. Madok looked up from the paper and to the face of the general and then began to speak.
Madok: So that is it?
General: Yes. Your position is established as the leader of Delta team...you will be working in conjunction with Bravo team's Lionheart, until you can recruit your own hand to hand specialist. You will receive a medic from the in training troops and a techy from the training fields, they will be a little green, but they will be skilled. My Vesper troops are trained well, but these guys are fresh from the academy, and have yet to be assigned to a team.
Madok: Sounds good general.
General: You will report to the briefing hall, a mission is awaiting pick up, and it is an important one.
Madok: What is the mission about?
General: I am not at liberty to discuss the mission within this room. Lionheart, please escort Mr. Mortalis to the briefing hall.
Lionheart nodded and motioned for Madok to follow him, which he did, and that led to him exiting the room and entering the hallway, the camera followed him as he did so. They passed several rooms until finally Lionheart opened the twelfth door on the right, inside was a large room, filled with men who were looking at a giant virtual globe that was rotating, and had red dots on it.
Madok: What do the red dots mean?
Lionheart: Those are some of the deserted bases of Mr. Strange we have managed to find.
Madok: So you guys are keeping tabs on Strange.
Lionheart: That is one of the major things Vesper does.
Madok nodded his head as Lionheart walked over to the computer and typed in a few commands until a printer next to the computer came to life, and began to print out information. Lionheart began to speak as he watched the papers come out.
Lionheart: Usually we have a trial system before we select captains from the ranks, but seeing as how you have been specially chosen for this role...we will have to trust you with this important mission.
After the papers were done printing, Lionheart picked them up, and put them in a manila folder. He handed the folder to Madok and then began to speak.
Lionheart: This mission is extremely important Mr. Mortalis. As you may or may not know, there is a high demand for Strange tech world wide, and recently a truck load of Strange tech was stolen from one of our warehouses around the globe. There were some potentially dangerous things that could lead to the end of the world in this truck load of Strange tech. We have managed to locate where the Strange tech will be going, but we have no clue who decided to steal from Vesper. We need to intercept the truck before it can reach the boarder...it is heading into Mexico. We have alerted the authorities to the matter, but they will not be enough to stop them most likely. That is where Delta team comes in...we will go in and take the Strange tech back, also we will neutralize the people that did this. It is of top priority that we retake the tech and neutralize the threat, we don't need this repeating itself because we allow them to escape without being taught a lesson. It is also of high priority that we try to find out who did this. That is our mission.
Madok: I would like to meet my troops before we go out into the field.
Lionheart: That can be arranged, Mr. Mortalis. Follow me to the barracks.
Pulling out some documents from the manila folder and following Lionheart at the same time they made their way to the opposite end of the hall. At this end of the a double door awaited them and upon opening the door they were graced with the presence of the reserve troops, they were all jittery, and clearly young, not one of them had yet to see the field. Lionheart nodded at Madok and took the manila folder from him and picked out a piece of paper from its' contents. He looked at the names on the paper and then spoke up loudly.
Lionheart: You all know why we are here, so would Switch Board and Stitches please step forward.
Out of the many people two figures stepped out from the large lines, one was a skinny African American, he was clothed in normal attire, and unlike the rest was holding a laptop, he looked about with a smile and then over to Madok who nodded his head. The other man was smoking a cigarette and wearing a lab coat, he was white clearly by how pale he was, and had a tattoo of stitches on his right cheek, he looked over at Madok and gave him a sinister glare.
Lionheart: You two come with us.
Switch Board: Alright, sir.
Stiches: Now I've got to work. This sucks.
Switch Board and Stitches walked over to Madok and Lionheart, once they had all gathered into one spot they began to make their way to the hangar where they would go over the mission in detail before deciding how to go about it. When they entered the hangar one of the pilots would walk up to them and shake Madok's hand.
Crash: They call me Crash, that is because I have crashed a chopper and a jet more than any other pilot in the whole Vesper organization, but beside that I am a damn good pilot. Well I'm Delta team's pilot now, anyways I was given orders to inform you that the people who took the tech are in a gun fight with the police on the highway. So we need to hurry this up.
Lionheart: We have a bigger problem.
All eyes turned to look at Lionheart who was now looking a little concerned. Madok replied quickly.
Madok: And what is that?
Lionheart: We do not have an Arms Specialist and we are going into a gun fight, clearly this could turn out bad, as we have only a technical guy, a medic, and myself.
Madok: That could pose a problem indeed. But I think I have a solution.
Lionheart: Please tell me that you are not thinking what I think you are thinking?
Madok: Yes, give me a cellphone...I'm calling the Reaper.
The scene fades to black with Lionheart arguing with Madok and Crash handing Madok a cell phone.
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*Helicopter Above the Highway, 30 minutes before go time*
Pence: You do realize that I have a match at Christmas Chaos right?
Everyone in the helicopter turned to look at Pence who was wearing a bullet proof vest and had several guns of different types strapped to his body, all with different ranges, clip sizes, and burst rates. Clearly Pence knew what he was doing and that was what Madok had wanted for in a Arms Specialist, he pulled the hood over his face, and then replied.
Madok: I know, but it is not like Biggs is real competition.
Pence: I could be shot.
Madok: Yeah, right...I've seen you in a gun fight, sorry to say, but that excuse is complete bullshit.
Pence turned to see that Stitches and Switch Board were laughing, he shook his head, and then turned back to his original position. He once again checked his guns, but found once again nothing was wrong. "Old habits, die hard I suppose.", Pence thought to himself as he remembered that he had checked his weapons so many times before his first mission. It was a sign that he was nervous, it had been a while since he had been in a gun fight with so much on the line, and he knew that this type of nervous habit was a positive not a negative. Repeated checking of guns meant that the gun would be in tip top condition once the mission began.
Madok: Sure are checking those guns a lot.
Pence: Just nervous. This is, after all, dangerous.
Madok: Alright lets talk about your match, not much we are doing up here besides waiting on Switch Board to unjam the radios for us.
Switch Board: I'm trying the best I can!
Madok: Yeah, yeah, yeah just make sure the radios work. Anyways, you feeling ready for the match?
Pence: I am always ready for a fight, but this shit is just getting out of hand.
Madok: Oh really? How so?
Pence: I think he really thinks he is the best.
Madok: What would give the little shit that impression?
Pence: I think it is because Shadow lost to him again.
Madok: What else is fucking new? That Neanderthal always loses to pencil dick.
Pence: Then he compared himself to Level One.
Madok: He did what?
Pence: He said he was smarter than Level One in a fancy way. Then he took the metaphorical dick of Level One and shoved it in mouth.
Madok: Sounds like Biggs alright, does this guy ever get new material?
Pence: If he did I didn't notice, after all I don't watch his shitty Internet show.
Madok: Nobody watches that shit, I'm surprised he still does it.
Pence: He also found a girlfriend apparently.
Madok: So he finally came out of the closet and him and Cyrus got together?
Pence: No, he actually found a real girl.
Madok: That's amazing! He found the one girl on the whole fucking planet that will lay him. Then again some women will do anything for money.
Pence: The sad thing is, I wouldn't be surprised if that is what Biggs is doing.
Madok: Hell if I was gay, I would pay for a believable cover story too.
Pence laughed and the others in the helicopter started laughing too, even Crash, the man piloting the helicopter. They finally calmed down as Pence looked out of the window down on the street, clearly the cops were in trouble. They had done a good job in stopping the truck from leaving the states, it sat all the way on one side of the highway, all four of its' tires blown out, and as they began to evaluate the situation, Pence began to feel bad for the cops. The Swat had been taken out too quick for them to make a difference and now the remainder of the cops hid behind the Swat bus as the enemy unloaded on the bus with automatic weapons that looked like no other automatic weapon Pence had seen before. Madok seemed to notice this too as he looked out the window too.
Madok: I've never seen automatic guns like those.
Lionheart: They are called Azure 220's, they are a gun that has been made using Strange tech. We may actually be fighting some pawns of Strange's so we are going to have to be more careful from now on.
Pence: No.
Lionheart's eyes turned to look at Pence who was closely watching the enemy below. Lionheart pushed back his blond hair and then responded.
Lionheart: No, what?
Pence: Their movement is all wrong and the way they are just firing away at the bus...it is not a Strange soldier tactic. Strange's troops would rush forward without a concern for their lives. These guys stay back. So no, these are not Strange's pawns, but they are using these Azure 220s.
Lionheart: How do..
Pence: Because I have dealt with Strange before. More so than anyone else in this chopper.
Madok: He is telling the truth, these guys are not Strange's goons, but they are wielding Strange tech weapons, luckily I brought something just in case.
All eyes turned to look at Madok as he pulled out a suit case from under his seat, he looked around at all the people watching him closely, and then with a look of glee opened the suitcase to reveal a gun. Madok removed the gun from the suitcase and put it in Pence's hands, and with a smile Madok then loudly spoke.
Madok: Meet the next generation of Martyr X....the Martyr X-2 and let me tell you it was no easy task to construct. Five months in development, two months to construct, and one month of preliminary testing were put into making this gun the best handgun in the world today.
The first thing Pence noticed about the gun was how light it was, it felt like he was almost holding nothing, and he felt like he could aim quicker with this gun than the original Martyr X that he had holstered as a side arm.
Madok: You are looking at Strange Tech and my own technology combined, Pence. We made the gun lighter, almost as light as if you didn't have a fire arm at all, and we increased the size of the mag by five bullets. That means you will get twenty bullets per magazine instead of fifteen. The real beauty of this gun is the burst shot, which shoots three bullets in quick succession, mind you that can cause you to run out of ammo fast, but utility I believe is a sacrifice that we can make for ammo. Besides the ammo is easier to make than before, once again thanks Strange tech.
Pence: I'm liking it, definitely going to bring it into the field with me.
Madok: Promise me you will be careful with it though and don't do anything crazy that may damage the gun. It is only a prototype and we are still working out some bugs.
Pence: What type of bugs?
Madok: Well sometimes the gun can...back fire.
Stiches: Jesus Christ, now I will have to treat self-inflicted wounds.
Pence: I feel slightly more unsafe with this gun already.
Madok: Oh come on! All you have to do is make sure that you don't make any upward shots with it, that is when it usually happens.
Pence: Thanks for the heads up before I use it.
Madok: Not all prototypes are perfect, just make sure to use caution.
Pence: Don't worry, I will.
Switch Board looked up from his laptop with a gleeful look on his face and in victory he pumped his left arm and made a wooting noise. All of the people in the helicopter save the pilot turned to look at Switch Board who looked around at all of them, smile still on his face, but clearly he was a little embarrassed.
Switch Board: I defeated that pesky jammer, we will have free radio communication to each other.
Madok: Good work, Switch Board. Now we can go ahead and get down to the real deal. Tonight we are going into our first battle as a team and we will do what we have to do to succeed. I hope that all of us make it back safe, but some of us may die, this is a difficult mission, and we are fighting the odds with this. Now we are going to do this as we discussed alright?
All of the troops nodded their head, knowing all too well that one fuck up would mean death, and most likely a crucial loss at the hands of the enemy. Madok motioned for Crash to get lower to the ground, his role was to play commander from behind the bus with the cops, he would also try to set up a distraction for Lionheart and Pence who would be dropped further down the highway. They would move on his signal and attack on his signal, if there was anyone injured, Stitches would be deployed and used at the safest possible area to treat their wounds. Switch Board would stay in the helicopter with Crash and ensure that the radios stayed unjammed during the whole battle. Madok nodded his head at Crash as they arrived at a decent level for him to slide down the rope and as he did so Pence touched him on the shoulder. Madok turned to look at his friend.
Pence: Be careful down there. Don't be a hero?
A smile spread across his face as he saluted Pence and made his way down the rope. The scene fades to black as Madok reaches the floor and the helicopter begins to fly towards the southern end of the highway.
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*On the Highway, Ambush*
Pence and Lionheart had been in position for about three minutes when over their radio came the sound of Madok's voice saying to get ready for the ambush. The car that they were hiding behind was enough to give them great cover if the ambush went haywire and they were fired upon, and Pence was judging the distance between the car and the next car which was slightly smaller than the one they were behind through estimation. Pence turned to Lionheart and nodded his head as he clicked off the safety on his Martyr X-2. He payed close attention to the mass of enemies, ten of them in all, armed with the Azure 220's, and wearing masks to hide their faces. Pence motioned for Lionheart to move up and he nodded his head as he gracefully jumped over the trunk and dived for cover behind the smaller car. Lionheart unsheathed the sword on his back and got ready to lunge forward on the command and for a while that command did not come. At first Pence feared the worst and had no clue what had happened to Madok, but that was when the gun fire from the cops sounded, and the masked men jumped for cover, mostly cars dodging the bullets from the cops. Pence took a peak to see that Madok was moving the injured to the toll building near the toll booths and was calling in Stitches for medical support at the building. As the fire died down from the cops, Pence knew they had expended the ammunition in their guns, and if the masked men wanted to they could over take them now, even when Lionheart and Pence were so near by.
They awaited their order and as time wore on and the masked men began to open fire on the bus, drawing ever nearer, the sound of clinking could be heard as a grenade landed right in the dead center of the mass of enemies. Pence knew a tear gas grenade when he saw one and covered his mouth with his hand as it let out its gas all over the place. That was when Madok's voice came over the headphones telling them to attack. Pence nodded and took aim at one of the men who was screaming and let one bullet ring true, it hit home, almost dead on in the head, a splatter of brain masses following the bullet as brain matter and bullet hit the bus. This drew the attention of the masked men, even if they were being gassed they knew better than to allow him to openly shoot on them.
Masked Man: Get him! Shoot! Shoot idiots shoot!
They began to fire on Pence's car, glass and metal flying everywhere Pence cursed as loud as he could, and the sound was overpowered by the sounds of the bullets hitting the car. As if on cue, Lionheart jumped out from behind his car, and rushed one of the remaining nine men and went to work on him quickly. Lionheart in one blow sliced through one of the men's arms, the one that was holding the gun to be exact, and then in one swift motion unsheathed his combat knife as the man screamed in pain, and slit his throat in a swift motion. The other men turned in surprise at how fast Lionheart had moved and as they did so, Pence holstered the Martyr X-2, and pulled out the Vector, it had low accuracy, but a hell of a wide burst. He dove from behind car and unloaded a full clip due to it being a machine gun, and watched as two of the men fell back, now full of bullet holes. The masked men had no clue what to do as they tried to counter attack swiftly, but due to the weight of the Azure 220's and their gear, they were out maneuvered by Pence and Lionheart. Pence, even though he had so many guns on his person, had been trained to fight with more than one gun holstered, and had been taught how to remain agile even with the heavy equipment. Pence was thanking his training as he dodged a barrage of bullets from one of the men, but as quickly as the man had shot at Pence, he was down. Lionheart had the man quickly, he stabbed the man in the gut, and as he buckled over he brought that combat knife which he had stabbed the man with down right on the back of his neck. He left the blade in as he fell to the ground, gasping, and dieing.
Pence threw his Vector aside and pulled out an AA-12 shotgun and as one of the men ran over, Pence used the butt of his gun to hit the man in the face and knock him on his back. Pence then stood up and aimed the shotgun at the man's chest and shot, blood spattered all over his vest, and gun, but Pence didn't stop there as he ran forward to continue the fight. Meanwhile one of the men had decided to fight Lionheart with the butt of his gun against his katana, the masked man quickly learned that it would not work as he was skewered on the end of the sword. The man coughed up blood as he fell to his knees and Lionheart put his foot on him as he pulled the blade clean and the man fell face first on to the asphalt. One of the men went over and butt the sword with his gun and this caused Lionheart to drop the sword and that is when Lionheart began to fight with hands. Quickly Lionheart grabbed the man's gun which had been used to disarm him and then he disarmed the man and hit him dead on under the chin with an uppercut, knocking his lights out in the process. Pence was on the last two as he brought his shotgun to the chest of another soldier who had been stupid enough to believe he could butt Pence with the gun. The man fell to the floor as the final man rushed forward and Pence tripped him up, sending him face first to the floor. Pence quickly followed up by jumping on his back and clutching the man's head and in one swift motion he snapped it with a sick crunching noise.
Pence sighed and then stood up, throwing the AA-12 aside.
Pence: All clear!
The cops and Madok appeared from behind the bus to see that all the men were either dead or incapacitated. They had succeeded in one part of their mission, but one part still remained, and that part was to retrieve the stolen tech. Pence and Lionheart, now accompanied by Madok made their way to the truck with a look of success across their faces. They had saved the day, the world would be safe for just one more day because of them, and that made them feel good. Pence was the first to arrive at the double doors to the back up the truck and upon opening it, he stared in disbelief at what he saw, and with a confused grunt he called the other two over to him who were checking to see if the masked men were truly dead, save the one incapacitated.
Lionheart: What type of tech did they steal?
Madok: Must have been some real dangerous tech to send us out here to the middle of no where right?
Pence: Look for yourselves.
Both Madok and Lionheart looked inside and then with a quick double take and a look of confusion now on their faces they both began to worry.
Madok: There is nothing in the truck....
The frightening realization that all of this bloodshed had been meaningless now went through their minds and as the scene fades to black Pence can be seen punching one side of the double door with his fist, denting the metal in the process.
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*Unknown Location*
The scene reopens in a restaurant where Vincent Trials is seen sitting eating some steak, he wears a smile on his face, and as a Spanish looking fellow sits down at his table Vincent looks up from his food. The Spanish man looks to be quite angry and growls at Vincent who seems to not be too surprised to see the man in front of him.
Man: You set my men up! There was no Strange tech in the cargo!
Vincent Trials: Did you really think I would send the Strange Tech to a man who has been known to squeal. Get real Mr. Remirez, our deal was simply a ruse for a test of Vesper and just how far they will go to stop the spread of Strange tech.
Mr. Remirez: Is that all my men are to you? Test subject, fuck you Vincent and fuck your organi...
A gun shot rang out as wood splinters and brain matter hit the side of the wall of the restaurant, the patrons all looked frightened as they all begin to leave, and as Vincent stands up from the table he sighs.
Vincent Trials: You would have got your Strange Tech if you had not been such a miserable maggot. But you had to be an asshole and ruin my dinner...now I have lost my appetite. And you have clearly lost your head. Check please.
The scene zooms out to reveal a now headless Mr. Remirez and as the scene fades to black, Vincent Trials lets loose a maniacal laugh that fills the speakers.
To Be Continued.....
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*Pre-Recorded Transmission*
The scene opens up on a clustered hotel room, clothes lay on the bed in stacks, a shoe lays on the bed, and a sock. The camera pans out to show Pence Weatherlight sitting in a chair behind a table, with a large grin on his face. He folds his hands on the table as he begins to talk into the camera.
Pence: Sorry if the room is such a mess, ladies and gentlemen...I thought I had told Benny to not turn on the camera to show what a pig sty my hotel room has become.
Benny: Not our fault that you have been out and about most of the day. I tried to tell the maids to clean your room, but they don't speak English.
Pence: Don't worry, I will handle it tomorrow, I speak Spanish very well.
Benny: Did not know that.
Pence: Well back to what I was about to say before. Hello Ladies and gentlemen, once again I must apologize for the lateness of the promotion, but as you know, I am quite the busy man, and have been barely scraping by with decent promotions lately, but I know this weeks is a doozy because I didn't want to disappoint the fans out there. I hope that whatever type of promotion I have produced is good enough to satisfy you Reaper fanatics out there. Anyways, as you all may know I will be wrestling at Christmas Chaos for the coveted, Overdrive Championship, against the current champion, Biggs. Now I know what you all are saying, why is Biggs Overdrive champion again, and the answer is because Shadow is a complete and utter piece of shit in the ring and out. The douche bag can barely tie his shoes let alone retain a title from an under talented hack in Biggs, and if you are a fan of Shadow, don't worry there is still time to get on Santa's nice list by doing everyone a favor, and switching to a more prominent superstar to be a fan of. But just like Shadow, Biggs is what you called an overrated superstar, not by the fans standards, but by his own. The guy is so full of himself that Level One had to tell the guy to calm down with all of the self-love and grow some talent before continuing and that is saying something. Plus I have never seen a man flagship Level One more than Biggs, I think there may be some sick love triangle going on behind the scenes of APW between Cyrus, Biggs, and Level One, but don't tell anyone else, that is between me and everyone who is watching this promotion. So keep it a secret alright? Plus if you see Biggs on the street slap him on the face and tell him to get back on the corner so that he can get the money he needs to pay for his shitty Internet show. Because what the fuck would this world do without the opinion of a cock sucking, Level One fan, which oddly enough those two phrases fit awfully perfect together.
Pence pauses and rubs the stubble of his beard and then snaps his fingers before continuing.
Pence: How rude of me! I forgot that you had a girlfriend now Biggs! Congratulations on finding the one woman who can tolerate you other than Chris Cyrus in his drag queen costume. Just don't blow it by messing up the monthly deposit into her bank account and your ruse of actually being straight will be complete. But then again even that alone is not going to stop the gay jokes from coming, sorry Cyrus, I guess it means that you and Biggs are going to have to go back to closing the blinds again. By the way Biggs cut the fucking hair dude, you look like a chick, and the fact that you have almost no muscle and look like a chick in your wrestling attire is not helping that matter, but I guess that is alright with Cyrus being the pitcher and you being the catcher. In all honesty there is no way to stop the gay jokes from coming if you are going to make it so damn easy, you opened yourself up to the Watergate of gay jokes by naming your little group of failures the Axis of Awesome, back in my day the damn stable names actually represented something. The name of your stable is an oxymoron itself and that is because neither of you are awesome, saying that you are doesn't make you awesome, maybe awesomely awful, or awesomely retarded, but definitely not just awesome. Now you could say that maybe I am awesome because in a sense I am awe inspiring and my performances in the ring awe the crowd, but to you guys it is just not a true statement and it just will never work.
Sorry to ruin the gimmick, but some one has to step in, and tell you that you all being awesome is just not the case, now the axis of boredom or the axis of mediocrity, definitely describes you better. For example, this star studded performance you gave in front of the camera along side your "girlfriend", was truly at best boring, and mediocre. Another example would be your title reigns so far, have been boring and mediocre, I mean honestly all you did up to this point was fight someone who clearly did not deserve the title shots over, and over again. I mean what do you want, a pat on the back for beating Shadow more times than anyone else in the APW? That is like wanting a pat on the back for sentencing Jesus to death. But then again, who am I to attest against your greatness right, it is not like I was an APW World Heavyweight Champion, an EWC North American Champion, tied for third place in the King of the Cage tournament, and was named wrestler of the month of November by EWC. I mean seriously! How does that qualify me to step into the ring with a man that has won the Overdrive title twice! You are so fucking right Biggs, I should just give up....I'm just joshing you, I think I will stay, and beat your pansy ass in the middle of the ring in front of millions of adoring APW fans.
But my, my, my...I forgot all about your rant. Here I am just bashing you like there is no tomorrow and I forgot that you had sent in one of your shitty promos that work on mid-carders and not Main Eventers. One second Biggs, I will be right back, and then I will give you a real rebuttal. No, no, no, not the type that you and Cyrus give each other after a long work out, I mean the type where I make an argument of my own on information that you have given. Be right back, one second.
Pence disappears off-screen and the sound of the television coming on and Biggs voice come over the speakers, Pence makes "mhm"ing noises, and after about ten minutes return with a frown on his face. He sits down in his chair and shakes his head in disappointment.
Pence: That was your game winning promotion? It is clear to me now that you are an undeserving asshole and that if it were up to me, I would ensure you were fired, and would never be allowed to return. But seeing as how not all wishes can come true, I suppose I can humor you with the counter to this shitastic promotion that you have put all over the airwaves. Ladies and gentlemen, this may get ugly, I ask that you turn down the volume on the television set because I am going to be yelling, and I am going to be bitching...now that you understand...it is time to begin. I regret it already.
The whole premise of your entire rant was records, deny it if you want, but clearly by my analysis, it was records, and let me tell you that it depresses me that everyone in this God damn business is using the same ammunition type! I mean honestly did you just watch some one else promo and decide that was a good way to start it off, "I suppose I will just be another sheep in the fucking flock, and do what everyone else does!" and you say I am a copy cat. Clearly my friend you are the hypocrite, because it is okie fucking dokie to copy people for you, but when I slightly show similarities to someone, you get all up in arms about it. But back to what I was saying before about records, you are bringing up ancient history from back as far as my start in the APW, and my first title victory. First of all, all of that shit is not pertinent to this match, and second of all it is not going to spare you from your ass beating that every fan is counting down to at Christmas Chaos. But I will humor you, as I have learned to do with the opponents who are just too fucking simple for their own damn good. I won my first title in a Fatal Four Way, so what? Was I lucky, yeah, did I show skill, of course. I don't see the point of this, are you trying to say that I can't win because I can't capitalize off of others or are you trying to say I will win because I can gut through the pain and come out on top? Be more clear and not so fucking vague, dip shit.
The next part of your rant involves you putting Level One's dick in your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. Personally, you make me laugh with how much you are advertising for Level One. Why not just brand his mother fucking name on your God damn chest and get it over with, at least you would look more manly if you did that, instead of like a fairy right now. So what are you going to remind me of? A title loss to Level One? Alright, thank you Einstein for reminding everyone that Level One beat an emotionally distraught man who lost one of his best friends and mentor. Real fucking smooth cock bite. Whats next, predictable it is the whole decimation bull shit that you have been preaching. First of all it was an even fight and second of all, once again Level One cheated me out of a championship by targeting on the emotions I felt for my friend, Nick. So congratulations, this proves that you are an insensitive jerk who deserves to be scorned, and mocked for the rest of your fucking life. I would say congratulations, but that would be mimicking somebody else on the show and I don't want you to go ape shit.
Also, thank you for disrespecting the Overdrive title, it is not a second tier title. In my opinion the Overdrive title is the heart and soul of this show, so sue me for believing that, but I believe that the Overdrive title should be the top title and not this world heavyweight bull shit title. The only second rate thing about that title is the owners it has had, you and Shadow, beside that it is a top tier championship. Also I am being "Dark and brooding" because that is who I fucking am, you fuck face! You would know that if you had been around in the EWC era, or if you had even attempted to dig beyond the APW walls, personally I don't want to look in your closet for clues to who the fuck you are, and find you standing in there wearing a rainbow shirt and a speedo. Also, it is not witty to use the saying "You want to have your cake and eat it too", I would assume if I had a cake I would want to fucking eat it, if I didn't want to eat it I would be an idiot because then I would have wasted money on buying the cake materials or the cake itself. Oh also this is not a little feud, because for it to be a feud we have to be equals and you are so far below me that I get nauseated by looking that far down. By this point in your rant, the last little minute or so, I feel that you have simply just ripped a page of Level One's promo out of a script, and read it out loud to yourself enough times to be able to fake the spark of creativity. I mean you bring up intelligence, which clearly I have by the ton, and foresight which clearly I have otherwise I would not be a successful boxer. Then you bring up talent and how I am a physical wreslter...wait...did you really not...you did didn't you? You are kidding right?
It took you this long to figure out...that I am a physical wrestler. You know what, you didn't even try, fuck it, I've wasted my time with this bull shit and the fans time for even giving a fuck enough to waste time on your bullshit! For some one who is suppose to be smart, you sure as hell are a retarded mother fucker if the only way you can learn what style of fighting your opponent has is by being layed out by said opponent.
Pence puts his face in his palms and clearly is dissatisfied with Biggs, but he finally bring his face from out of his palms after about twenty seconds.
Pence: Would it have been too hard to do a little scouting? No, that is too much for you, too busy focusing on Shadow indeed, and no it is not disappointing that you are not giving attention, quite the contrary, it makes it easy to make you look like an untalented toad who has managed to hold on to his title only because the competition was a dry and humorless giant named Shadow. Oh wait, never mind you have been watching me.
Pence shivers and then continues.
Pence: Stalker. Also there is a clear contradiction to the fact that you have been watching me, because if that is the case how do you just now figure out I like to be physical in the ring? Clearly you pulled the whole "watching" me thing out of your ass about the same time you asked Cyrus to. Also the name of my manager is...Madok, if you were watching me you could say it right since me and him have been working side by side for some time now. He is not a body guard by the way and I know for a fact that he will not be helping me in this upcoming match and I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't want to give you an excuse for material the next time we fight where I am the champion and you are the number one contender. Also for fucks sake Biggs, stop dressing the Beast in spandex, get the boy some street clothes, and tell him to lose the mask, seriously it is not helping your appearances as being straight and not gay.
As for my in-ring abilities, if you really think I am a limited wrestler who pales in comparison to you, I guess you will be enjoying life from a wheel chair in a hospital for the next few months because nobody can be that fucking naive or arrogant. This is not going to be a cake walk even if you have the beast at your side Biggs, I am a strong, tenacious, enduring, and strategic wrestler, and I intend to use all of my in-ring talent to fuck up whatever tactics you have in store for me. I expect you to cheat Biggs, so don't disappoint me. Because if you didn't cheat I would know you wouldn't be trying your best, because the only way you are ever going to one up me is by cheating. Otherwise, you are just another gnat to swat away with the Sunday newspaper.
So lets go ahead and end this here because I am at my wits end with people like you. You want to be the best, you want to be Overdrive Champion, you want to be superior to me in every way, well you better be hoping for a fucking Christmas Miracle because come Sunday at Christmas Chaos...in Los Angeles, you will be begging for mercy and a reprieve, but you will not receive any of those things from me, because I intend to free these fans of you. I will do whatever it takes to bring these fans entertainment, to free that title that you have been corrupting since day one with your despicable antics, bravado, and lies. Biggs come Sunday, you will face a force that has been lieing dormant awaiting its opportunity to rise, and I ensure you that you will not be walking out of that ring with a title! I promise that after Sunday, you will be a broken, title-less man and that the only way you will be able to get around is with the assistance of a wheel chair. So lets not fuck around with playful banter and speeches, lets get right down to it and fight to prove who is the real Overdrive Champion.
Benny: *mocking tone* Spoiler alert, it is Pence Weatherlight you dumb bitch!
Pence: That was pretty rude.
Benny: Ah fuck her, she is an idiot just like that dainty mother fucker Biggs. They would be perfect for each other if Biggs wasn't gay.
Pence: So I hope you are ready to eat your words Biggs, because I intend to jam the things you have said clear down your God damn throat. So get ready Biggs because I am going to win, why?
Benny: *mocking tone* Because Pence is really fucking awesome....you dumb bitch!
Pence: Come on, respect the lady.
Benny: Alright, fine!
Pence: Good night ladies and gentlemen...I hope to see you all at Christmas Chaos.
The scene fades as Pence and Benny argue about respecting women.
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