Post by Nick Watson on Nov 18, 2009 21:32:24 GMT -4
*Unknown Location*
The scene opens up on an aerial view of a group of mountains and nestled in between them is a large mansion of old times architecture, meaning that this mansion had been there for quite some time. But this old time mansion was all but deserted. A guard patrol of men carrying automatic weapons patrolled the walls of the mansion, guarding their employer, but who was their employer? To the world outside he was an unknown, a man who kept to himself, and above all else a vengeful, brooding man. He could be seen every morning walking around his courtyard, cursing the world and its' inhabitants, and demanding that those he viewed as inferior to be executed on the spot. To the inside cloister of his servants and watchful bodyguards he was a genius, a little eccentric at times, but a brilliant man capable of solving some of the world's greatest problems if it suited his fancy. To the men and women who were part of the mansions staff the man had become simply known as Ezekiel, Lord Ezekiel to his servants and body guards.
His true name was unknown since he did not give his real name, rather he refused to do so, and imprisoned anyone who dared ask that question in the dungeon levels of his mansion. To his servants and bodyguards to be sent down to the dungeon was a worse fate than death, they had heard of the things that the Lord had done to them at his leisure: torture, starvation, and death if the Lord oh so did wish it. The fact of the manner was, they were far away from civilized society, and no one ever came to these parts, and no one knew of the existence of this mansion save a few of the Lord's associates and business partners. To say that the Lord's income was of illegal origins would be an understatement and of course no one ever asked the Lord what he did for a living, they valued their lives too much to do so. It was a winter's day at the mansion, snow filling up in the courtyard, and the small pond in the middle of the courtyard frozen solid, when 'they' had arrived. A group of monstrous looking men, their legs the size of tree trunks, and their arms larger than most men could ever dream of, had arrived at the mansion, and made their way to the courtyard in a rather rude manner.
By rude it could already be determined as upsetting the serving staff by interrupting their daily routine or by be rather brash with some of the bodyguards in charge of watching over the serving staff during their routine. One man in particular remained silent, walking behind them without as much of a word escaping his mouth, he was the weirdest looking of the bunch. His face was half hidden by a mask that covered the left side of his face, the mask seemed custom made, but the importance of it was not known by anyone, but the man wearing it. The man was smaller in comparison, he was not muscular, but rather well built in his own way. He wore the clothes of a business man, but the air around him was thick with the feeling of death, his business suits jacket had coat tails and a symbol of an ace of spades on the back symbolizing something of great appeal to the man, but to no one else. The spade was black and his suit white, as was his skin complexion, but he was not pale, but rather tan. The men who had came to the mansion were his body guards, trained to bow to the man's ever whim, scared of him as if he were some sort of monster, and this could not be any farther from the truth in the eyes of the men that he had killed.
The head servant, a man that Lord Ezekiel trusted very much, by the name of Balthazar quickly entered the courtyard, almost slipping on the ice on the tiles of the courtyard. Balthazar whistled and pointed to the floor, a servant ran out quickly to begin working on making sure the tiles were safe to walk on. The men walked closer to Balthazar who was frightened by the man with the half-mask he had never seen before, but he knew the other men, they had been there before, and had met with Lord Ezekiel on more than one occasion. Balthazar walked over to them silently, making sure to avoid slipping.
Balthazar: Gentlemen, to what do I owe the honor of your arrival today?
Body Guard #1: Screw the theatrics Balthazar, we are here to see Ezekiel, and this time he will not turn us away like he did before. So unless you want to be hanging from the rafters with your guts pouring out of your stomach you will take us to him immediately.
Half-Masked Man: May I ask why you are being so incourtious, Jonas...this man is simply doing his job. I ask you kind sir, may we speak to your master?
Taken back by the half-masked man's question and politeness, Balthazar nodded his, and pointed his hands towards the grand hall which was not far off in a formal fashion. The body guards and the Half-Masked man followed him without a further word and without disturbing anymore of the work being done. They walked for a few seconds before Balthazar opened the door to the grand hall and ushered them inside. Balthazar followed them inside as everyone entered. The grand hall was decorated like the throne room of a king, animals that had been stuffed from several different hunts Ezekiel had been on in the past several years, rare paintings that had either been bought or stolen adorning the walls, and an elegant red carpet rolling from the large chair that seemed to almost mimic a throne to the door which they had entered through. Ezekiel was sitting on this chair.
Ezekiel was a blond man in his mid-forties and he had no signs of grey hair, he wore a suit that was gray with a red tie, he also wore fancy Italian leather shoes which he had recently purchased on his last trip to Italy. Ezekiel was not a large man, but was built in almost the same caliber as the half-masked man, and as they entered in he looked up from the book he was reading, most likely a book on the Mediterranean sea which he was hoping to take a fishing expedition in about three weeks from today, and looked at the Half-Masked man and his body guards with a sort of scornful glare. His eyes switched to Balthazar sending him a non-verbal message of anger, Balthazar bowed his head in fear, and exited leaving the men inside alone. Ezekiel had his guards now, which entered from two doors beside his chair, and this caused the servants which had gone unnoticed before who were cleaning the floor to panic, and exit through the front door of the Grand hall.
Ezekiel: I assume you have a reason for interrupting my Wednesday reading? Or are you fuck ups just here to be dicks and make me angry? Well out with it! What the hell do you all want!?
The Half-Masked man snapped his fingers and one of the body guards reached behind his back and pulled out a bloody bag. Ezekiel was confused and rather angry as the man opened it and threw its' contents on to his carpet. A human head rolled until it was at Ezekiel's feet, it was the head of Don Lupin, his employer, and the man who usually came with these body guards. He looked up at the men who were now spreading out around the room, but kept their distance from Ezekiel, the half-masked man did not move, and instead pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
Half-Masked Man: My my my, how well you have done for yourself Ezekiel, body guards...personal servants...a mansion in the mountains. You truly have a lot of money.
Ezekiel: Is this what it is about? Money? I can give you all money....
The Half-Masked man took a puff of his cigarette and then began to walk closer to the chair.
Half-Masked Man: Don't talk when I am talking, it is rude. To answer your question, no this is not about money. It is about principle. You and your boss here, Don Lupin were part of the secret organization that I am also a member of, and at first I found that was acceptable. But when I heard about how Don Lupin here had been using you to siphon money away from the organization, I couldn't help, but feel betrayed.
Ezekiel: Listen I didn't know shit, alright? Don Lupin just handed me cash and I took it...I didn't know it was stealing from the organization.
The Half-Masked man rushed forward as a blur, his speed far faster than any mortal man, and in one movement he had slapped Ezekiel across the face.
Half-Masked Man: Shut the fuck up! Do you think I was born yesterday? I have half a mind to do what I did to Don Lupin to you. Would you like your head on the floor as well? Or would you like me to finish?
The Half-Masked Man took Ezekiel's silence to mean that he could continue, but not before his body guards had disarmed Ezekiel's body guards and had forced them on their knees with a gun to their heads.
Half-Masked Man: Anyways, I felt betrayed, so I went and visited your good friend Lupin there. He wasn't so thrilled to see me and tried to kill me and my men. Now in my opinion that was the nail in the coffin for him, but since you are being so kind, and not violent at all...I assume a fate less gruesome awaits you. Wouldn't you agree?
Ezekiel nodded his head and the Half-Masked man returned to his normal spot and locked the door to the courtyard and ordered two of his men to lock the doors behind Ezekiel's chair as well. The man paced for a while as if thinking things over.
Half-Masked Man: I suppose you get to live, Ezekiel. I know that must relieve you, but there are fates worse than death...bring him the serum.
On cue one the big burly guards pulled out a vial of glowing green liquid and a syringe. Ezekiel got up and backed into the wall behind his chair, knocking it over in the process, and also knocking a few books off the bookshelf behind him.
Ezekiel: What the hell is that shit?
Half-Masked Man: You should take it as a great honor, Ezekiel. It is not every day a mortal can become a demi-god....you should know what is in that vial, after all you and Dr. Sin made it.
It all clicked, the man in the half-mask, the body guards, the head, and now more so than ever fear filled his body. The big man held Ezekiel down as he injected him with the serum and pulled away as every drop of it had been injected.
Half-Masked Man: Those that the serum can change become like me, Demi-Gods...stronger, faster, and smarter than any normal man could hope to be. But those that the serum can't change...become something less than men...a monster.
Ezekiel began to have seizures on the floor, blood pouring from his now open and pleading eyes, his own guards watched in horror as his eyes became blood shot, and his muscles bulged ripping his once suit to shreds. He stood up as his bones lengthened, the cracking of the very same bones filling the grand hall, and then Ezekiel let out a bloody scream. His mind filled with simple primal instincts, the human mind fading, and being replaced by the bestial thoughts of the kill.
Half-Masked Man: It seems Dr. Lansing was right, not everyone can become a God among men, only those with a certain genetic sequence, and it looks like you are not of the same breed as me....you are simply a beast now.
The now monstrous Ezekiel lunged forward at the Half-Masked Man who drew his revolver from its' holster hidden by his jacket coat and in one shot downed the now beast, Ezekiel. It rived on the floor for moments until it moved no more.
Half-Masked Man: Dr. Lansing was right, these beast's don't have enough white blood cells to stop themselves from bleeding out. Jonas, clean up this mess please, I'm tired of looking at it.
One of the body guards began to yell at the half-masked man who turned his attention to him.
Bodyguard: The hell did you do to the Lord, you killed him!
Half-Masked Man: Some would view it like that indeed, but others would see I was simply putting him out of his misery. Nothing of your Lord remained inside that beast's mind, it was nothing more than a beast of the instinct. Some can take it, other's can't...
Bodyguard: Who the fuck are you to take someones life without remorse and tip it upside down? You look like a Mr. Strange reject.
The Half-Masked man's eyes went wide as he grabbed the throat of the body guard and lifted him off the ground like he was a rag doll. He held him in place as he strangled the life out of him.
Half-Masked Man: Don't you ever fucking dare call me a Mr. Strange reject...I am stronger...I am greater....and by far I am in a whole different class. As for who I am, you can go to the firey pits of hell with one name in your mind....I am Vincent Trials.
With that final statement, Vince snapped the man's neck like a twig, and dropped him down to the floor. He walked towards the door and unlocked it, but snapped his fingers.
Vincent: Kill them all, then burn this place to the ground...because I love that burn it to the ground smell.
The body guards laughed and as the door closes with the scene the sounds of automatic gun fire fills the speakers of the television.
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*San Jose, California*
Matt: Dad...dad...wake up dad it's time for your morning work out.
Pence opened his eyes to find his son standing at the hotel room door and a look of urgency splaying across his face. Pence then remembered he had told some local fans that he would train with them today. Getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom to take his morning shower he would utter very few words to Matt.
Pence: Give me ten minutes and I will be ready to go.
Matt nodded his dead and closed the door allowing Pence to go about his morning routine. Pence would take a five minute shower before emerging from the bathroom, drying himself off with some of the complimentary bathroom towels, and looking for some clothes in the closet. He would decide on a blue long sleeved shirt and a pair of cargo pants. After getting fully dressed and ready to go, he made sure he looked decent, and after nodding his head in approval exited the hotel room, and met his son in the hall.
Pence: Let's go meet some fans son.
Matt: Alright.
Both of them made their way down to the main hall and then out into the street and together they jogged towards the local gym. Neither of them skipping a beat and both of them in almost perfect unison they would reach the gym in twenty minutes. Checking their heart rates, the both of them entered the gym, and found themselves staring down a crowd of people who had apparently heard that Pence would be coming by their gym.
Pence: And here I thought it would be a nice quiet day.
Pence made his way to the sign up desk for the gym and was greeted by a smiling receptionist.
Receptionist: I'm so glad you chose this gym, you have almost tripled our daily income...thank you Mr. Weatherlight.
Pence: I guess it is my pleasure? How much do I owe you?
Receptionist: Twenty dollars for a full day workout, this comes with two bottles of water, and five dollar gift certificate to subway.
Pence: Well I will take two of those, me and my son are here today.
The receptionist smiled, taking the forty dollars, and setting Pence up with his temporary membership. After that had been finished both Matt and Pence waded through the crowd to find a nice place to work out in solitude. Finding a corner bench press with weights, both of them sighed in relief, and begin to do their work out. Pence allowed his son to go first, who went to lifting low weights, since he had not had much experience with weight training, and was more of a runner than anything. Pence spotted his son and after he was done with his first ten repetitions, Pence took his turn, setting up two hundred pounds on the bar, and begin to do his ten repetitions. This continued until both had done sixty repetitions a piece, both increasing the weight by five pounds a turn, and finally after finishing, due to Matt being tired they decided to get some more cardio with the treadmills. They decided a mile long run would be good for the both of them and both went over to the treadmills, only to be badgered by the fans.
Pence: I guess this was a bad idea.
Pence turned around to the fans who were all chanting his name and held his hands up and shrugged before beginning.
Pence: Looks like you all want something from your's truly.
The fans all give a unanimous 'hell yeah' and Pence turns to his son who is now chuckling.
Pence: What do you think I should do son?
Matt: You should give them what they want dad, or we could very well have an angry mob on our hands.
Pence: Those are my fans, a modern day bunch of hell raisers they are.
The fans all cheer as Pence clears his throat, the fans go quiet, and the whole gym becomes like a crypt it is so quiet.
Pence: Well ladies and gentlemen do we have a show for you this coming Overdrive, not only is it the second biggest tag match that I have participated in during my time here, but it with a man that I have been saving from the brutality of a sadistic man who does not give two shits about anyone in this room. Hell he thinks I'm a modern day faker, a has been, an over worked mule, but clearly he does not understand what he is dealing with. He mocks me, which he thinks I care about, he thinks I care that he is an EWC veteran, who knows a little bit more about me, but here is a god damn fact he can suck on, he has not once ever in his career any where beaten me, but yet he considers himself one of the bests on this show. What a fucking ridiculous notion... he claims that I am some kind of carbon copy James Bond. First of fucking all, I don't watch that shit, I don't give in to the whole spy bullshit, and if you are going to compare me to someone fuck face I am more of a John Mclaine than a 007.
Get your fucking facts straight you Rob Zombie looking mother fucker, I am not playing with you anymore, you want to be the best, you want to throw false accusations at me like I'm glue and hope it sticks, then make better accusations, and get some fucking talent. You say you have risen from our disease, me and Shadow's disease, and I don't care or know what that means, but all the same I will go ahead and address it. Me and Shadow are not any disease, we are the vaccine to your rancid way of thinking, we are the cure to Biggs Overdrive title reign, and most of all we are the anti-virus to Level One's plague on this show. You can take this fact or blow some other story out of your ass, because by now me and the fans know you are as fake as the next wannabe goth wrestler trying to make a name off another man's fame. I've seen your type and I have killed people for less than what you have said, but I am a different man now, and have been trying my best to be a better person, but it is hard with fuck faces like you to steady the old instinct to shoot somebody until they stop moving.
You see Victor you have crossed into a whole new league, you have come to my show, which I may not be the champion of right now, but eventually I will be back in the spotlight holding a title over my head, and have tried to peck a name for yourself here, but it has been totally unsuccessful. Which must be why you think of me the way that you do, someone like me who was originally lower than you has risen above you, and has claimed glory, given or not, I have obtained glory, and you have remained...like many assholes in this business...gloryless. You think I care what you think, you think I give a damn if you believe I am fading into the past, but all I have to tell you is that is never going to happen, not as long as these fans care. Not as long as these fans are on my side. My position in this business and on this show is never going to change, I am always going to be one of the bests, and one day will become an APW legend. Nothing you say will change that, no matter how much you try, and beg.
You have done a good job at whining and have learned pretty fucking well how to blow the dick of some of the biggest egotistical mother fuckers in the APW, but where has that gotten you? No where that's where. You have not obtained a title opportunity, you have not been given the chance to main event unless it is one hundred percent necessary, which is a completely different story for yours' truly, if people see my name in the main event, it sells out, end of story, and when you add Shadow...jesus christ you might just have a riot. Speaking of Shadow, I will address my tag partner for tonight to build team synergy.
The fans cheer, clearly most of Pence's fans are Shadow fans as well and Pence smiles. Pence begins to speak again.
Pence: I know we have had a rough past me and you, but we have a lot in common. We both do this for the love of the game and the fans, and I believe that if there is a team to beat right now, it is me and you. All I need from you Shadow is to beat the shit out of Biggs and I know that you will have no problem in doing that. I can handle Victor and his large mouth which he loves to put around Biggs' dick. Good luck bro and I hope to see you kicking ass along side me soon. Speaking of Biggs lets move on to the man who is going to get his pansy ass whipped.
I know it is hard being a pansy ass bitch who has to rely on others to get wins or technicalities to get championship reigns. I mean you had to work so fucking hard to get the opportunity to become Overdrive champion, only beating a man I have beaten a couple of times in my past and cheating against Shadow repeatedly. You have held that title for too fucking long in my opinion and I think me and Shadow will be doing the fans a service by beating you to a pulp and making it easier for him to regain the title he should have regained at One Night in Hell. We have only fought once in tag action and that is enough for me to make an accurate evaluation of your talent...you are a nobody. Correction, you are a nobody who is going to be getting your ass kicked tonight by two of the APW's greatest names in its' history.
You have lived off of the fame of some of the bigger stars like a leach, you have done this with Chris Cyrus, who is the longest title holder only because he has not bee challenged for real yet, and have managed to find yourself on the same side with Victor Hades, who you hope will most likely do the same thing. You are lower than dirt to me, dirt which Shadow, and myself will be walking all over during this match tonight. Go ahead and bring the Beast out here, not like you are stealing a gimmick from The Brian Kendrick from WWE. Also what is this show you have and how the hell is it still on the air? I mean I have sat down and watched it at least once and I have remained rather unimpressed, if anything I wanted to bitch slap the person who taught you about web cams and web shows.
Another question if you will. Why the fuck make a show that will not be watched by no one in their right mind? Is it just for an entertainment factor because clearly it is not at all entertaining to me, but it could be the thing for you? I know I wouldn't be wrestling if no one enjoyed watching it, but clearly....
The fans all go into an uproar, as Pence nods his head.
Pence: They enjoy watching me wrestle and enjoy watching me cut promotions against my opponents. Personally I'm going to enjoy every minute of the match, because I'm going to have front row seats to watch you get your ass kicked by the real Overdrive Champion. I can't wait, I might just bring popcorn down the ring and eat it while I am waiting for my turn to ring your little pencil neck. Let me go ahead and enlight you Biggs on to what is going to happen tonight, so that you will know what to look for in a rule book for a technicality for. Me and Shadow are going to walk into the ring, I'm going to Heavy Artillery Victor Hades till I break his neck and then Shadow is going to beat your scrawny ass until he breaks you like a twig. Then one of us will walk up and pin who ever the fuck we feel like. Go ahead and look in your rule book, because there is no way you can prepare for what is coming.
Me and Shadow are like a hurricane, a force of nature with immense power, and completely unpredictable I might add. So go ahead and board up shop, because me and Shadow are shutting this shit down.
Pence pulls out his cell phone and begins dialing.
Pence: Here, I'm going to do you a favor, I'm calling an ambulance to be present all night for you and Victor, so you can get immediate medical care after the end of this match. See you both in the ring and may God have mercy on your souls, because I will not.
*Scene Bursts to static*
[OOC: I know this is not one of my better ones, but I enjoyed writing the first part of the rp. Good luck everyone.]
The scene opens up on an aerial view of a group of mountains and nestled in between them is a large mansion of old times architecture, meaning that this mansion had been there for quite some time. But this old time mansion was all but deserted. A guard patrol of men carrying automatic weapons patrolled the walls of the mansion, guarding their employer, but who was their employer? To the world outside he was an unknown, a man who kept to himself, and above all else a vengeful, brooding man. He could be seen every morning walking around his courtyard, cursing the world and its' inhabitants, and demanding that those he viewed as inferior to be executed on the spot. To the inside cloister of his servants and watchful bodyguards he was a genius, a little eccentric at times, but a brilliant man capable of solving some of the world's greatest problems if it suited his fancy. To the men and women who were part of the mansions staff the man had become simply known as Ezekiel, Lord Ezekiel to his servants and body guards.
His true name was unknown since he did not give his real name, rather he refused to do so, and imprisoned anyone who dared ask that question in the dungeon levels of his mansion. To his servants and bodyguards to be sent down to the dungeon was a worse fate than death, they had heard of the things that the Lord had done to them at his leisure: torture, starvation, and death if the Lord oh so did wish it. The fact of the manner was, they were far away from civilized society, and no one ever came to these parts, and no one knew of the existence of this mansion save a few of the Lord's associates and business partners. To say that the Lord's income was of illegal origins would be an understatement and of course no one ever asked the Lord what he did for a living, they valued their lives too much to do so. It was a winter's day at the mansion, snow filling up in the courtyard, and the small pond in the middle of the courtyard frozen solid, when 'they' had arrived. A group of monstrous looking men, their legs the size of tree trunks, and their arms larger than most men could ever dream of, had arrived at the mansion, and made their way to the courtyard in a rather rude manner.
By rude it could already be determined as upsetting the serving staff by interrupting their daily routine or by be rather brash with some of the bodyguards in charge of watching over the serving staff during their routine. One man in particular remained silent, walking behind them without as much of a word escaping his mouth, he was the weirdest looking of the bunch. His face was half hidden by a mask that covered the left side of his face, the mask seemed custom made, but the importance of it was not known by anyone, but the man wearing it. The man was smaller in comparison, he was not muscular, but rather well built in his own way. He wore the clothes of a business man, but the air around him was thick with the feeling of death, his business suits jacket had coat tails and a symbol of an ace of spades on the back symbolizing something of great appeal to the man, but to no one else. The spade was black and his suit white, as was his skin complexion, but he was not pale, but rather tan. The men who had came to the mansion were his body guards, trained to bow to the man's ever whim, scared of him as if he were some sort of monster, and this could not be any farther from the truth in the eyes of the men that he had killed.
The head servant, a man that Lord Ezekiel trusted very much, by the name of Balthazar quickly entered the courtyard, almost slipping on the ice on the tiles of the courtyard. Balthazar whistled and pointed to the floor, a servant ran out quickly to begin working on making sure the tiles were safe to walk on. The men walked closer to Balthazar who was frightened by the man with the half-mask he had never seen before, but he knew the other men, they had been there before, and had met with Lord Ezekiel on more than one occasion. Balthazar walked over to them silently, making sure to avoid slipping.
Balthazar: Gentlemen, to what do I owe the honor of your arrival today?
Body Guard #1: Screw the theatrics Balthazar, we are here to see Ezekiel, and this time he will not turn us away like he did before. So unless you want to be hanging from the rafters with your guts pouring out of your stomach you will take us to him immediately.
Half-Masked Man: May I ask why you are being so incourtious, Jonas...this man is simply doing his job. I ask you kind sir, may we speak to your master?
Taken back by the half-masked man's question and politeness, Balthazar nodded his, and pointed his hands towards the grand hall which was not far off in a formal fashion. The body guards and the Half-Masked man followed him without a further word and without disturbing anymore of the work being done. They walked for a few seconds before Balthazar opened the door to the grand hall and ushered them inside. Balthazar followed them inside as everyone entered. The grand hall was decorated like the throne room of a king, animals that had been stuffed from several different hunts Ezekiel had been on in the past several years, rare paintings that had either been bought or stolen adorning the walls, and an elegant red carpet rolling from the large chair that seemed to almost mimic a throne to the door which they had entered through. Ezekiel was sitting on this chair.
Ezekiel was a blond man in his mid-forties and he had no signs of grey hair, he wore a suit that was gray with a red tie, he also wore fancy Italian leather shoes which he had recently purchased on his last trip to Italy. Ezekiel was not a large man, but was built in almost the same caliber as the half-masked man, and as they entered in he looked up from the book he was reading, most likely a book on the Mediterranean sea which he was hoping to take a fishing expedition in about three weeks from today, and looked at the Half-Masked man and his body guards with a sort of scornful glare. His eyes switched to Balthazar sending him a non-verbal message of anger, Balthazar bowed his head in fear, and exited leaving the men inside alone. Ezekiel had his guards now, which entered from two doors beside his chair, and this caused the servants which had gone unnoticed before who were cleaning the floor to panic, and exit through the front door of the Grand hall.
Ezekiel: I assume you have a reason for interrupting my Wednesday reading? Or are you fuck ups just here to be dicks and make me angry? Well out with it! What the hell do you all want!?
The Half-Masked man snapped his fingers and one of the body guards reached behind his back and pulled out a bloody bag. Ezekiel was confused and rather angry as the man opened it and threw its' contents on to his carpet. A human head rolled until it was at Ezekiel's feet, it was the head of Don Lupin, his employer, and the man who usually came with these body guards. He looked up at the men who were now spreading out around the room, but kept their distance from Ezekiel, the half-masked man did not move, and instead pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
Half-Masked Man: My my my, how well you have done for yourself Ezekiel, body guards...personal servants...a mansion in the mountains. You truly have a lot of money.
Ezekiel: Is this what it is about? Money? I can give you all money....
The Half-Masked man took a puff of his cigarette and then began to walk closer to the chair.
Half-Masked Man: Don't talk when I am talking, it is rude. To answer your question, no this is not about money. It is about principle. You and your boss here, Don Lupin were part of the secret organization that I am also a member of, and at first I found that was acceptable. But when I heard about how Don Lupin here had been using you to siphon money away from the organization, I couldn't help, but feel betrayed.
Ezekiel: Listen I didn't know shit, alright? Don Lupin just handed me cash and I took it...I didn't know it was stealing from the organization.
The Half-Masked man rushed forward as a blur, his speed far faster than any mortal man, and in one movement he had slapped Ezekiel across the face.
Half-Masked Man: Shut the fuck up! Do you think I was born yesterday? I have half a mind to do what I did to Don Lupin to you. Would you like your head on the floor as well? Or would you like me to finish?
The Half-Masked Man took Ezekiel's silence to mean that he could continue, but not before his body guards had disarmed Ezekiel's body guards and had forced them on their knees with a gun to their heads.
Half-Masked Man: Anyways, I felt betrayed, so I went and visited your good friend Lupin there. He wasn't so thrilled to see me and tried to kill me and my men. Now in my opinion that was the nail in the coffin for him, but since you are being so kind, and not violent at all...I assume a fate less gruesome awaits you. Wouldn't you agree?
Ezekiel nodded his head and the Half-Masked man returned to his normal spot and locked the door to the courtyard and ordered two of his men to lock the doors behind Ezekiel's chair as well. The man paced for a while as if thinking things over.
Half-Masked Man: I suppose you get to live, Ezekiel. I know that must relieve you, but there are fates worse than death...bring him the serum.
On cue one the big burly guards pulled out a vial of glowing green liquid and a syringe. Ezekiel got up and backed into the wall behind his chair, knocking it over in the process, and also knocking a few books off the bookshelf behind him.
Ezekiel: What the hell is that shit?
Half-Masked Man: You should take it as a great honor, Ezekiel. It is not every day a mortal can become a demi-god....you should know what is in that vial, after all you and Dr. Sin made it.
It all clicked, the man in the half-mask, the body guards, the head, and now more so than ever fear filled his body. The big man held Ezekiel down as he injected him with the serum and pulled away as every drop of it had been injected.
Half-Masked Man: Those that the serum can change become like me, Demi-Gods...stronger, faster, and smarter than any normal man could hope to be. But those that the serum can't change...become something less than men...a monster.
Ezekiel began to have seizures on the floor, blood pouring from his now open and pleading eyes, his own guards watched in horror as his eyes became blood shot, and his muscles bulged ripping his once suit to shreds. He stood up as his bones lengthened, the cracking of the very same bones filling the grand hall, and then Ezekiel let out a bloody scream. His mind filled with simple primal instincts, the human mind fading, and being replaced by the bestial thoughts of the kill.
Half-Masked Man: It seems Dr. Lansing was right, not everyone can become a God among men, only those with a certain genetic sequence, and it looks like you are not of the same breed as me....you are simply a beast now.
The now monstrous Ezekiel lunged forward at the Half-Masked Man who drew his revolver from its' holster hidden by his jacket coat and in one shot downed the now beast, Ezekiel. It rived on the floor for moments until it moved no more.
Half-Masked Man: Dr. Lansing was right, these beast's don't have enough white blood cells to stop themselves from bleeding out. Jonas, clean up this mess please, I'm tired of looking at it.
One of the body guards began to yell at the half-masked man who turned his attention to him.
Bodyguard: The hell did you do to the Lord, you killed him!
Half-Masked Man: Some would view it like that indeed, but others would see I was simply putting him out of his misery. Nothing of your Lord remained inside that beast's mind, it was nothing more than a beast of the instinct. Some can take it, other's can't...
Bodyguard: Who the fuck are you to take someones life without remorse and tip it upside down? You look like a Mr. Strange reject.
The Half-Masked man's eyes went wide as he grabbed the throat of the body guard and lifted him off the ground like he was a rag doll. He held him in place as he strangled the life out of him.
Half-Masked Man: Don't you ever fucking dare call me a Mr. Strange reject...I am stronger...I am greater....and by far I am in a whole different class. As for who I am, you can go to the firey pits of hell with one name in your mind....I am Vincent Trials.
With that final statement, Vince snapped the man's neck like a twig, and dropped him down to the floor. He walked towards the door and unlocked it, but snapped his fingers.
Vincent: Kill them all, then burn this place to the ground...because I love that burn it to the ground smell.
The body guards laughed and as the door closes with the scene the sounds of automatic gun fire fills the speakers of the television.
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*San Jose, California*
Matt: Dad...dad...wake up dad it's time for your morning work out.
Pence opened his eyes to find his son standing at the hotel room door and a look of urgency splaying across his face. Pence then remembered he had told some local fans that he would train with them today. Getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom to take his morning shower he would utter very few words to Matt.
Pence: Give me ten minutes and I will be ready to go.
Matt nodded his dead and closed the door allowing Pence to go about his morning routine. Pence would take a five minute shower before emerging from the bathroom, drying himself off with some of the complimentary bathroom towels, and looking for some clothes in the closet. He would decide on a blue long sleeved shirt and a pair of cargo pants. After getting fully dressed and ready to go, he made sure he looked decent, and after nodding his head in approval exited the hotel room, and met his son in the hall.
Pence: Let's go meet some fans son.
Matt: Alright.
Both of them made their way down to the main hall and then out into the street and together they jogged towards the local gym. Neither of them skipping a beat and both of them in almost perfect unison they would reach the gym in twenty minutes. Checking their heart rates, the both of them entered the gym, and found themselves staring down a crowd of people who had apparently heard that Pence would be coming by their gym.
Pence: And here I thought it would be a nice quiet day.
Pence made his way to the sign up desk for the gym and was greeted by a smiling receptionist.
Receptionist: I'm so glad you chose this gym, you have almost tripled our daily income...thank you Mr. Weatherlight.
Pence: I guess it is my pleasure? How much do I owe you?
Receptionist: Twenty dollars for a full day workout, this comes with two bottles of water, and five dollar gift certificate to subway.
Pence: Well I will take two of those, me and my son are here today.
The receptionist smiled, taking the forty dollars, and setting Pence up with his temporary membership. After that had been finished both Matt and Pence waded through the crowd to find a nice place to work out in solitude. Finding a corner bench press with weights, both of them sighed in relief, and begin to do their work out. Pence allowed his son to go first, who went to lifting low weights, since he had not had much experience with weight training, and was more of a runner than anything. Pence spotted his son and after he was done with his first ten repetitions, Pence took his turn, setting up two hundred pounds on the bar, and begin to do his ten repetitions. This continued until both had done sixty repetitions a piece, both increasing the weight by five pounds a turn, and finally after finishing, due to Matt being tired they decided to get some more cardio with the treadmills. They decided a mile long run would be good for the both of them and both went over to the treadmills, only to be badgered by the fans.
Pence: I guess this was a bad idea.
Pence turned around to the fans who were all chanting his name and held his hands up and shrugged before beginning.
Pence: Looks like you all want something from your's truly.
The fans all give a unanimous 'hell yeah' and Pence turns to his son who is now chuckling.
Pence: What do you think I should do son?
Matt: You should give them what they want dad, or we could very well have an angry mob on our hands.
Pence: Those are my fans, a modern day bunch of hell raisers they are.
The fans all cheer as Pence clears his throat, the fans go quiet, and the whole gym becomes like a crypt it is so quiet.
Pence: Well ladies and gentlemen do we have a show for you this coming Overdrive, not only is it the second biggest tag match that I have participated in during my time here, but it with a man that I have been saving from the brutality of a sadistic man who does not give two shits about anyone in this room. Hell he thinks I'm a modern day faker, a has been, an over worked mule, but clearly he does not understand what he is dealing with. He mocks me, which he thinks I care about, he thinks I care that he is an EWC veteran, who knows a little bit more about me, but here is a god damn fact he can suck on, he has not once ever in his career any where beaten me, but yet he considers himself one of the bests on this show. What a fucking ridiculous notion... he claims that I am some kind of carbon copy James Bond. First of fucking all, I don't watch that shit, I don't give in to the whole spy bullshit, and if you are going to compare me to someone fuck face I am more of a John Mclaine than a 007.
Get your fucking facts straight you Rob Zombie looking mother fucker, I am not playing with you anymore, you want to be the best, you want to throw false accusations at me like I'm glue and hope it sticks, then make better accusations, and get some fucking talent. You say you have risen from our disease, me and Shadow's disease, and I don't care or know what that means, but all the same I will go ahead and address it. Me and Shadow are not any disease, we are the vaccine to your rancid way of thinking, we are the cure to Biggs Overdrive title reign, and most of all we are the anti-virus to Level One's plague on this show. You can take this fact or blow some other story out of your ass, because by now me and the fans know you are as fake as the next wannabe goth wrestler trying to make a name off another man's fame. I've seen your type and I have killed people for less than what you have said, but I am a different man now, and have been trying my best to be a better person, but it is hard with fuck faces like you to steady the old instinct to shoot somebody until they stop moving.
You see Victor you have crossed into a whole new league, you have come to my show, which I may not be the champion of right now, but eventually I will be back in the spotlight holding a title over my head, and have tried to peck a name for yourself here, but it has been totally unsuccessful. Which must be why you think of me the way that you do, someone like me who was originally lower than you has risen above you, and has claimed glory, given or not, I have obtained glory, and you have remained...like many assholes in this business...gloryless. You think I care what you think, you think I give a damn if you believe I am fading into the past, but all I have to tell you is that is never going to happen, not as long as these fans care. Not as long as these fans are on my side. My position in this business and on this show is never going to change, I am always going to be one of the bests, and one day will become an APW legend. Nothing you say will change that, no matter how much you try, and beg.
You have done a good job at whining and have learned pretty fucking well how to blow the dick of some of the biggest egotistical mother fuckers in the APW, but where has that gotten you? No where that's where. You have not obtained a title opportunity, you have not been given the chance to main event unless it is one hundred percent necessary, which is a completely different story for yours' truly, if people see my name in the main event, it sells out, end of story, and when you add Shadow...jesus christ you might just have a riot. Speaking of Shadow, I will address my tag partner for tonight to build team synergy.
The fans cheer, clearly most of Pence's fans are Shadow fans as well and Pence smiles. Pence begins to speak again.
Pence: I know we have had a rough past me and you, but we have a lot in common. We both do this for the love of the game and the fans, and I believe that if there is a team to beat right now, it is me and you. All I need from you Shadow is to beat the shit out of Biggs and I know that you will have no problem in doing that. I can handle Victor and his large mouth which he loves to put around Biggs' dick. Good luck bro and I hope to see you kicking ass along side me soon. Speaking of Biggs lets move on to the man who is going to get his pansy ass whipped.
I know it is hard being a pansy ass bitch who has to rely on others to get wins or technicalities to get championship reigns. I mean you had to work so fucking hard to get the opportunity to become Overdrive champion, only beating a man I have beaten a couple of times in my past and cheating against Shadow repeatedly. You have held that title for too fucking long in my opinion and I think me and Shadow will be doing the fans a service by beating you to a pulp and making it easier for him to regain the title he should have regained at One Night in Hell. We have only fought once in tag action and that is enough for me to make an accurate evaluation of your talent...you are a nobody. Correction, you are a nobody who is going to be getting your ass kicked tonight by two of the APW's greatest names in its' history.
You have lived off of the fame of some of the bigger stars like a leach, you have done this with Chris Cyrus, who is the longest title holder only because he has not bee challenged for real yet, and have managed to find yourself on the same side with Victor Hades, who you hope will most likely do the same thing. You are lower than dirt to me, dirt which Shadow, and myself will be walking all over during this match tonight. Go ahead and bring the Beast out here, not like you are stealing a gimmick from The Brian Kendrick from WWE. Also what is this show you have and how the hell is it still on the air? I mean I have sat down and watched it at least once and I have remained rather unimpressed, if anything I wanted to bitch slap the person who taught you about web cams and web shows.
Another question if you will. Why the fuck make a show that will not be watched by no one in their right mind? Is it just for an entertainment factor because clearly it is not at all entertaining to me, but it could be the thing for you? I know I wouldn't be wrestling if no one enjoyed watching it, but clearly....
The fans all go into an uproar, as Pence nods his head.
Pence: They enjoy watching me wrestle and enjoy watching me cut promotions against my opponents. Personally I'm going to enjoy every minute of the match, because I'm going to have front row seats to watch you get your ass kicked by the real Overdrive Champion. I can't wait, I might just bring popcorn down the ring and eat it while I am waiting for my turn to ring your little pencil neck. Let me go ahead and enlight you Biggs on to what is going to happen tonight, so that you will know what to look for in a rule book for a technicality for. Me and Shadow are going to walk into the ring, I'm going to Heavy Artillery Victor Hades till I break his neck and then Shadow is going to beat your scrawny ass until he breaks you like a twig. Then one of us will walk up and pin who ever the fuck we feel like. Go ahead and look in your rule book, because there is no way you can prepare for what is coming.
Me and Shadow are like a hurricane, a force of nature with immense power, and completely unpredictable I might add. So go ahead and board up shop, because me and Shadow are shutting this shit down.
Pence pulls out his cell phone and begins dialing.
Pence: Here, I'm going to do you a favor, I'm calling an ambulance to be present all night for you and Victor, so you can get immediate medical care after the end of this match. See you both in the ring and may God have mercy on your souls, because I will not.
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[OOC: I know this is not one of my better ones, but I enjoyed writing the first part of the rp. Good luck everyone.]
