Post by strange on Jun 25, 2009 20:44:02 GMT -4
The hollow echo of the wind carries out through the quiet city of Berlin. The streets are empty and all the stores remained closed as the sun's light began to dwindle away. No one goes out on a Sunday except for tourists but all busses were heading back to there hotels as the moon began to take over. There was one and only one who walked the streets at the dead of night. It was that sin against God himself, Mr. Strange. Speaking in German, a voice calls out from the alleyway.
Thug: Idiot tourist begging to be mugged.
Six men walked out from that alley way carrying chains, pipes, and whatever kind of blunt objects that can be found lying around Berlin. Thunder echoed the sky ominously as darker clouds were settling in.
Mugger: This one looks like that Strange fella I seen in that American wrestlin show. I hate that bastard! I put bit money on him and he looses to Pence! *the mugger spits on the ground*
Murderer: You speak German? Give us everything you got including that fancy looking suit of your and we wont have no trouble.
Mr. Strange: *in German* Tourist am I? Tourist? Where were you when these walls were torn down?
Mugger: He's got that same damn accent too! He better have enough money on him to compensate for my loss!
Mr. Strange: If it's trouble your looking for, its trouble you'll get.
The sky lights up behind him as the sound of thunder continues to echo. Drops of rain begin to fall from the sky as that familure chill before a storm settles in.
Mugger: I hate everything about this bastard you damn impostor!
He charges at the stranger and swings his sledgehammer out. Normally the sledgehammer would be used to scare more then harm but this time he was out for the kill. For Strange the plan was simple. Demonstrate his power grabing the hammer away in mid swing. He reached out.
<<<< It wont be long now >>>>
These words felt as if whispered to him by a man with a deep and rasp voice. This sudden sentence practically froze Strange's actions. In this shocking moment, he awoke to the swinging of a sledgehammer across his face. For many this could have been a fatal blow. Strange felt as if time slowed for him as he was falling down from the impact. As he hit the ground he threw both hands over his face but not to stop the pain but to see if the mask was still intact.
<<<< How pathetic, and to think I'm stuck in you? >>>>
Pieces were chipping off as half of the mask was cracked to a point of almost shattering off his face.
<<<< Tear it off. Your making me sick watching you struggle >>>>
Robber: He's dead?
Mugger: He's dead alright. If not I'd hate to have to live through that.
Mr. Strange: H-hooow... Y-your suppose to be...
<<<< Locked away deep inside your mind, never to return? Knock knock, I'm back >>>>
Murderer: Jesus Fucking Christ, I think he's still alive. poor bastard.
Mr. Strange: Get...
Mugger: I'll take care of him.
Mr. Strange: Get out...
Mugger: Mercy kill.
The mugger raises up his hammer one final time to put an end to things.
Mr. Strange: GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
Mr. Strange slams the wet ground his fist to send an electric shock through both his and the mugger's body. The mugger falls over as Mr. Strange quickly gets up.
Robber: How is he able to move!?
Mr. Strange choke slams one of the thugs down and begins to rapidly pounding on him.
Mr. Strange: GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!
His hands get drenched in blood as he continuously pounds on the man's face. Trails of blood swish and fling around in the air as the screaming man eventually went silent. The mugger hooked his left arm and attempted to pull him off. Instinctively Mr. Strange grabs the man's face with his right. The mugger could feel the warmth of the crimson liquid as fear suddenly began to take over. With one stronge and forceful movement, Strange slams the man's head into the ground to knocks him out. As Mr. Strange rises, the shattered remains of half his mask fall between his feet, a twisted smile gleamed in the darkness. The four remaining thugs stop cold in their tracks. Simultaneously, Mr. Strange and the voice in his mind spoke out.
<<<< Pigs in a slaughter house! >>>>
He raises his arm and his blade ejects out from his sleeve
<<<< Squeal for me! >>>>
*****Click*****
The camera switches on to reveal Mr. Strange polishing a steal head on the table. His back is too the camera and his head is completely bandaged up with dry blood stains. A black wig can be seen hanging on a wooden head with a bottle of his solution that had kept his hair and mask hanging on as if it was his own face and hair.
Mr. Strange: My plan is running smoothly for the most part. Pence's unstoppable fame has been working to my favor. As an investor of sorts, I've kept my eyes on you and the results have paid off tremendously. Heheheheh, If only I could tell you everything! One day, when it's safe too, I'll reveal my master plan, but for now.... rest easy hero. As the old saying goes, Once the game is over, the king and the pawns go back in the same box.
Mr. Strange: Now then, the unstoppable Shadow. How I've been waiting for so long to meet you face to face! Currently my plans have been put on hold for special matches such as these so I can focus more on training. Since that incredible fight with Pence, I've realized I am a bit out of tune when it comes to fighting. Too many machines and gadgets. A personal Army to do most of my dirty work. All work and no play makes Johnny a duel boy. You can guess the speech for that. So in honor of the defeat from the Hero, I've spent this past week on vacation. Gambling with lives, killing for fun, and testing the general population's will to survive. Solo mission after solo mission. There you go Mr. Hero, I spent less time talking about science and spent it all to assure our next meet would be even more fun!
Mr. Strange picked up the new mask. With a click, the back of the helm opened up. He slides the mask onto his face and has the new mask seal his head in. The mask fit tightly around his head. With a click on his remote, the steel mask turned a shade of black. The entire helm was shaped as a skull. He slips on his red and black striped zoot suit over his black dress shirt and puts on a black pro felt hat.
Mr. Strange: I haven't worn these clothes since I was last called Dr. Blood, the infamous weapons trader from back in the day, huh. Considering how upset Shadow appeared to be with me wearing a mask based on a historical revolution before it's image went to film and comic, I've decided to switch things up a bit. Twice my masked has been cracked but only once has it been done by another wrestler. I can only imagine what Outlaw is still up to, heheheh.
Strange wraps his old scarf around his neck. The light began to increase, making it possible to see him. With this it was easier to see the finer details such as both his hands having different colored gloves, one black while the other red. His mask had joints, thus making it possible to open both his mouth and the mouth of the mask without revealing anything. His eyes sockets were tinted glass to hide his eyes but continue the illusion of his head being nothing but a skull.
Mr. Strange: I remember when the mafia began to wear these kinds of suits on occasion. Back when times were simpler along with the crimes. Dust to dust I suppose. Didn't really matter anyways. I didn't stay in America for too long back then. It just didn't have the kind of class I was looking for. Heh, look at me talking about ancient history as if it was only yesterday. Some of your parents weren't even born yet but I can still recall my first steps on the "golden paved sidewalks". Alright, time for that rant I suppose.
Mr. Strange: I'm not going to say you've got lucky Hero because you didn't. Your caught in my web as we speak and the more fire between us, the closer I get to accomplishing my one goal! The fun we have along the way is merely icing on the cake, heheheh. Fortunately, Turk's death did not go to waste. The real waste would have been you fighting him which I must admit, even with Turks large size, well... Roses will bloom in hell long before he could ever topple a real titan. His purpose was to be the bait to bring out "your people" if you had any. Turk's bionic eye was able to send me the proper data on his attacker. Better angle then your cameraman I must admit. Madok the Hurricane, number 28 on my list. How do I know of him? I'll never tell!
Mr. Strange: Oh my, what have we here? Mr. Biggs apparently wants to throw his two cents out there as if we gave a damn! Two cents aren't worth shit these days boy so keep your change to yourself. What you call confusion is what I call disappointment and the only disappointment I suffered from was that pathetic attempt you call a match against me. Do recall how that turned out and how easily I took you down. Perhaps the media has made you out to be some sort of hero despite your claims of being a heel. Do you want to know why they boo at you when you fight? It most certainly is not because of how "evil" you are. When they scream and boo at me, they do it for all the evil I have done. For the tortured fans, the destroyed homes, the broken families, and the attack I do on cities. What vile thing do they "boo" you for? Unless their all McCain voters that decided to hate you because you had President Obama support you. Obama of all the people, that symbol of hope and prospering dreams! Disgusting! So let me ask you something Jr. are you a villain because of how you act or are you a villain because of what you say?
Mr. Strange: My dear Shadow! What fun will we have during this match!? How cruel to have to take your title when if anyone, i would rather humiliate Pence! Regardless, the propaganda of two champions fighting will prosper more then the propaganda of titleless strange vs Mr. Main Event himself don't you think? Being the first to defeat you without DQ will be even more humiliating at our first head on match between the two of us. Tag team to my eyes doesn't count for much besides publicity. Still though, should be... fun, heheheheh.
*****Click*****
Soldiers and Navy men laughed and shared drinks inside the bar. The typical skirt chasing games were played as different men tried their luck on multiple women. Many drinks were bought as the good times went on.
Marcus: All I'm saying is that i think it's funny seeing a general hanging out in a bar with a bunch of punk soldiers!
General: Yeah? I'll have you know that i retired yesterday. It's not alright to spend a man's final night with respectable comrades before he's shipped off back home?
Vincent: I can drink to that!
Soldiers: Hoorah!
All the soldiers took a shot at once, even the general followed through with it. As they celebrated, the double doors opened up as Mr. Strange walked in. Many people were looking at him funny. A zoot suit skeleton looking man was the last thing the thought they would see.
Mr. Strange: Well what a party you have going on here general. I expect that my invitation was lost in the mail?
Marcus: Who the hell are y- UGH!
A playing card zipped by and sliced a bit of the privates neck. He buckled over grasping his neck and trying desperately to get air before he inevitably drowned by his own blood.
Mr. Strange: Annoying pest.
A navy man tried to jump Strange on his side, that same person received a swift elbow to the chest. Using another card as a knife, he slashes the man's neck and kicks him aside. A few others try to jump him but he cuts them short with few cards he swiftly pulled from his sleeves.
Mr. Strange: 55 cards in a deck general, I count the jokers and the instructions. You think you got enough men here to take me down or do you think you can cooperate?
The general pulled out an old handgun and fired around at strange. Anticipating it, he took the bullets head. Three shots in the chest, one in the shoulder, and two in the leg. Strange digs a finger into the hole on in his shoulder.
Mr. Strange: Funny guy. I liked this suit, now I got change for tonight.
Strange pulls out the remains of the bullet and flicks it in the air. Somebody dared to attack him and found themselves quickly struggling with Strange's arm around their neck and another card in his hand. He raises the card up to the man's neck.
Mr. Strange: This young boys life is in your hands. How many opportunities did you have in your career to look a man in the eye and let him die when you could have saved him? At least 46 cases and not a single survivor all because you were following orders. Your not in the military any more general. Your a free man able to make his own decisions so look this man in the eye and tell him if he lives or dies.
General: ... What do you want?
Mr. Strange: I want inside information on vesper.
General: What exactly do you think I can tell you son? I don-
Mr. Strange: Don't call me son, I'm older then you boy. Don't tell me you know nothing because I know for a fact that when things got tough, you dialed vesper. When things got out of hand, you dialed vesper. Even during my raid on New York, you dialed vesper. I've seen them mingling outside the country a few times as well and even now I'm seeing them mingle with APW. Why is it that Pence can call them out despite not even being in general status? An even better question would be Madok's relationship within this.
General: How did you know that-
Mr. Strange: Come on General. Look at me! How could I not know? You think all because I've never met him face to face that I wouldn't know about him? He's number 28 on my hit list and you know what? Your number 78 so start talking!
Suddenly Mr. Strange started beeping. He pulled his own design on a phone from out of his pocket.
Mr. Strange: Talk to me.
Captain X: It's been one week since your disappearance sir. Were ready to extract you.
Mr. Strange: Take a much needed break Captain, I've got business to take care of. See you in another week. *click*
General: Captain? So the rumors are true. Your starting an army?
Mr. Strange: Oh please, I already have one and with the press of a button, you may end up losing your own.
General: A bomb! T-
Mr. Strange: Bombs, grenades, rockets, and missiles! The wars you people start are too noisy! You idiot, I wouldn't use any nuclear weaponry or simple missiles against a country! It's completely against what I stand for! If one wants to take over the world, one has to make sure there is a world to take over! Killing humans however wouldn't hurt the world, quite the opposite in fact! My weaponry is quite green. Talking about a little bio warfare of course. Remember New York's disease? I've finally found out how to make it contagious!
General: Your insane!
Mr. Strange: And your apparently useless. I suppose now you tell me that even with this man's life on the line that you will tell me nothing because one life does not compare to millions correct?
General: Exactly
With that, Mr. Strange slices the man's neck. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small ball and tosses it near the general. As the general gets up, a card comes flying through the air and cuts his leg and makes him fall over.
Mr. Strange: I left that thing soaking in the sun for days. When you master the sun as your energy, you will find that there is more power in light then what a solar panel can pick up. No gun powder or what ever needed. Good bye general. Consider it a gift to be granted a quick death.
Mr. Strange walks out of the bar and pulls out his GPS. He delete the current location and selects a new desired spot and gets into his Bentley. As he drives away, the bar completely exploded, sending debris everywhere but oddly enough there was no fire despite everything being burnt.
Thug: Idiot tourist begging to be mugged.
Six men walked out from that alley way carrying chains, pipes, and whatever kind of blunt objects that can be found lying around Berlin. Thunder echoed the sky ominously as darker clouds were settling in.
Mugger: This one looks like that Strange fella I seen in that American wrestlin show. I hate that bastard! I put bit money on him and he looses to Pence! *the mugger spits on the ground*
Murderer: You speak German? Give us everything you got including that fancy looking suit of your and we wont have no trouble.
Mr. Strange: *in German* Tourist am I? Tourist? Where were you when these walls were torn down?
Mugger: He's got that same damn accent too! He better have enough money on him to compensate for my loss!
Mr. Strange: If it's trouble your looking for, its trouble you'll get.
The sky lights up behind him as the sound of thunder continues to echo. Drops of rain begin to fall from the sky as that familure chill before a storm settles in.
Mugger: I hate everything about this bastard you damn impostor!
He charges at the stranger and swings his sledgehammer out. Normally the sledgehammer would be used to scare more then harm but this time he was out for the kill. For Strange the plan was simple. Demonstrate his power grabing the hammer away in mid swing. He reached out.
<<<< It wont be long now >>>>
These words felt as if whispered to him by a man with a deep and rasp voice. This sudden sentence practically froze Strange's actions. In this shocking moment, he awoke to the swinging of a sledgehammer across his face. For many this could have been a fatal blow. Strange felt as if time slowed for him as he was falling down from the impact. As he hit the ground he threw both hands over his face but not to stop the pain but to see if the mask was still intact.
<<<< How pathetic, and to think I'm stuck in you? >>>>
Pieces were chipping off as half of the mask was cracked to a point of almost shattering off his face.
<<<< Tear it off. Your making me sick watching you struggle >>>>
Robber: He's dead?
Mugger: He's dead alright. If not I'd hate to have to live through that.
Mr. Strange: H-hooow... Y-your suppose to be...
<<<< Locked away deep inside your mind, never to return? Knock knock, I'm back >>>>
Murderer: Jesus Fucking Christ, I think he's still alive. poor bastard.
Mr. Strange: Get...
Mugger: I'll take care of him.
Mr. Strange: Get out...
Mugger: Mercy kill.
The mugger raises up his hammer one final time to put an end to things.
Mr. Strange: GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
Mr. Strange slams the wet ground his fist to send an electric shock through both his and the mugger's body. The mugger falls over as Mr. Strange quickly gets up.
Robber: How is he able to move!?
Mr. Strange choke slams one of the thugs down and begins to rapidly pounding on him.
Mr. Strange: GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!
His hands get drenched in blood as he continuously pounds on the man's face. Trails of blood swish and fling around in the air as the screaming man eventually went silent. The mugger hooked his left arm and attempted to pull him off. Instinctively Mr. Strange grabs the man's face with his right. The mugger could feel the warmth of the crimson liquid as fear suddenly began to take over. With one stronge and forceful movement, Strange slams the man's head into the ground to knocks him out. As Mr. Strange rises, the shattered remains of half his mask fall between his feet, a twisted smile gleamed in the darkness. The four remaining thugs stop cold in their tracks. Simultaneously, Mr. Strange and the voice in his mind spoke out.
<<<< Pigs in a slaughter house! >>>>
He raises his arm and his blade ejects out from his sleeve
<<<< Squeal for me! >>>>
*****Click*****
The camera switches on to reveal Mr. Strange polishing a steal head on the table. His back is too the camera and his head is completely bandaged up with dry blood stains. A black wig can be seen hanging on a wooden head with a bottle of his solution that had kept his hair and mask hanging on as if it was his own face and hair.
Mr. Strange: My plan is running smoothly for the most part. Pence's unstoppable fame has been working to my favor. As an investor of sorts, I've kept my eyes on you and the results have paid off tremendously. Heheheheh, If only I could tell you everything! One day, when it's safe too, I'll reveal my master plan, but for now.... rest easy hero. As the old saying goes, Once the game is over, the king and the pawns go back in the same box.
Mr. Strange: Now then, the unstoppable Shadow. How I've been waiting for so long to meet you face to face! Currently my plans have been put on hold for special matches such as these so I can focus more on training. Since that incredible fight with Pence, I've realized I am a bit out of tune when it comes to fighting. Too many machines and gadgets. A personal Army to do most of my dirty work. All work and no play makes Johnny a duel boy. You can guess the speech for that. So in honor of the defeat from the Hero, I've spent this past week on vacation. Gambling with lives, killing for fun, and testing the general population's will to survive. Solo mission after solo mission. There you go Mr. Hero, I spent less time talking about science and spent it all to assure our next meet would be even more fun!
Mr. Strange picked up the new mask. With a click, the back of the helm opened up. He slides the mask onto his face and has the new mask seal his head in. The mask fit tightly around his head. With a click on his remote, the steel mask turned a shade of black. The entire helm was shaped as a skull. He slips on his red and black striped zoot suit over his black dress shirt and puts on a black pro felt hat.
Mr. Strange: I haven't worn these clothes since I was last called Dr. Blood, the infamous weapons trader from back in the day, huh. Considering how upset Shadow appeared to be with me wearing a mask based on a historical revolution before it's image went to film and comic, I've decided to switch things up a bit. Twice my masked has been cracked but only once has it been done by another wrestler. I can only imagine what Outlaw is still up to, heheheh.
Strange wraps his old scarf around his neck. The light began to increase, making it possible to see him. With this it was easier to see the finer details such as both his hands having different colored gloves, one black while the other red. His mask had joints, thus making it possible to open both his mouth and the mouth of the mask without revealing anything. His eyes sockets were tinted glass to hide his eyes but continue the illusion of his head being nothing but a skull.
Mr. Strange: I remember when the mafia began to wear these kinds of suits on occasion. Back when times were simpler along with the crimes. Dust to dust I suppose. Didn't really matter anyways. I didn't stay in America for too long back then. It just didn't have the kind of class I was looking for. Heh, look at me talking about ancient history as if it was only yesterday. Some of your parents weren't even born yet but I can still recall my first steps on the "golden paved sidewalks". Alright, time for that rant I suppose.
Mr. Strange: I'm not going to say you've got lucky Hero because you didn't. Your caught in my web as we speak and the more fire between us, the closer I get to accomplishing my one goal! The fun we have along the way is merely icing on the cake, heheheh. Fortunately, Turk's death did not go to waste. The real waste would have been you fighting him which I must admit, even with Turks large size, well... Roses will bloom in hell long before he could ever topple a real titan. His purpose was to be the bait to bring out "your people" if you had any. Turk's bionic eye was able to send me the proper data on his attacker. Better angle then your cameraman I must admit. Madok the Hurricane, number 28 on my list. How do I know of him? I'll never tell!
Mr. Strange: Oh my, what have we here? Mr. Biggs apparently wants to throw his two cents out there as if we gave a damn! Two cents aren't worth shit these days boy so keep your change to yourself. What you call confusion is what I call disappointment and the only disappointment I suffered from was that pathetic attempt you call a match against me. Do recall how that turned out and how easily I took you down. Perhaps the media has made you out to be some sort of hero despite your claims of being a heel. Do you want to know why they boo at you when you fight? It most certainly is not because of how "evil" you are. When they scream and boo at me, they do it for all the evil I have done. For the tortured fans, the destroyed homes, the broken families, and the attack I do on cities. What vile thing do they "boo" you for? Unless their all McCain voters that decided to hate you because you had President Obama support you. Obama of all the people, that symbol of hope and prospering dreams! Disgusting! So let me ask you something Jr. are you a villain because of how you act or are you a villain because of what you say?
Mr. Strange: My dear Shadow! What fun will we have during this match!? How cruel to have to take your title when if anyone, i would rather humiliate Pence! Regardless, the propaganda of two champions fighting will prosper more then the propaganda of titleless strange vs Mr. Main Event himself don't you think? Being the first to defeat you without DQ will be even more humiliating at our first head on match between the two of us. Tag team to my eyes doesn't count for much besides publicity. Still though, should be... fun, heheheheh.
*****Click*****
Soldiers and Navy men laughed and shared drinks inside the bar. The typical skirt chasing games were played as different men tried their luck on multiple women. Many drinks were bought as the good times went on.
Marcus: All I'm saying is that i think it's funny seeing a general hanging out in a bar with a bunch of punk soldiers!
General: Yeah? I'll have you know that i retired yesterday. It's not alright to spend a man's final night with respectable comrades before he's shipped off back home?
Vincent: I can drink to that!
Soldiers: Hoorah!
All the soldiers took a shot at once, even the general followed through with it. As they celebrated, the double doors opened up as Mr. Strange walked in. Many people were looking at him funny. A zoot suit skeleton looking man was the last thing the thought they would see.
Mr. Strange: Well what a party you have going on here general. I expect that my invitation was lost in the mail?
Marcus: Who the hell are y- UGH!
A playing card zipped by and sliced a bit of the privates neck. He buckled over grasping his neck and trying desperately to get air before he inevitably drowned by his own blood.
Mr. Strange: Annoying pest.
A navy man tried to jump Strange on his side, that same person received a swift elbow to the chest. Using another card as a knife, he slashes the man's neck and kicks him aside. A few others try to jump him but he cuts them short with few cards he swiftly pulled from his sleeves.
Mr. Strange: 55 cards in a deck general, I count the jokers and the instructions. You think you got enough men here to take me down or do you think you can cooperate?
The general pulled out an old handgun and fired around at strange. Anticipating it, he took the bullets head. Three shots in the chest, one in the shoulder, and two in the leg. Strange digs a finger into the hole on in his shoulder.
Mr. Strange: Funny guy. I liked this suit, now I got change for tonight.
Strange pulls out the remains of the bullet and flicks it in the air. Somebody dared to attack him and found themselves quickly struggling with Strange's arm around their neck and another card in his hand. He raises the card up to the man's neck.
Mr. Strange: This young boys life is in your hands. How many opportunities did you have in your career to look a man in the eye and let him die when you could have saved him? At least 46 cases and not a single survivor all because you were following orders. Your not in the military any more general. Your a free man able to make his own decisions so look this man in the eye and tell him if he lives or dies.
General: ... What do you want?
Mr. Strange: I want inside information on vesper.
General: What exactly do you think I can tell you son? I don-
Mr. Strange: Don't call me son, I'm older then you boy. Don't tell me you know nothing because I know for a fact that when things got tough, you dialed vesper. When things got out of hand, you dialed vesper. Even during my raid on New York, you dialed vesper. I've seen them mingling outside the country a few times as well and even now I'm seeing them mingle with APW. Why is it that Pence can call them out despite not even being in general status? An even better question would be Madok's relationship within this.
General: How did you know that-
Mr. Strange: Come on General. Look at me! How could I not know? You think all because I've never met him face to face that I wouldn't know about him? He's number 28 on my hit list and you know what? Your number 78 so start talking!
Suddenly Mr. Strange started beeping. He pulled his own design on a phone from out of his pocket.
Mr. Strange: Talk to me.
Captain X: It's been one week since your disappearance sir. Were ready to extract you.
Mr. Strange: Take a much needed break Captain, I've got business to take care of. See you in another week. *click*
General: Captain? So the rumors are true. Your starting an army?
Mr. Strange: Oh please, I already have one and with the press of a button, you may end up losing your own.
General: A bomb! T-
Mr. Strange: Bombs, grenades, rockets, and missiles! The wars you people start are too noisy! You idiot, I wouldn't use any nuclear weaponry or simple missiles against a country! It's completely against what I stand for! If one wants to take over the world, one has to make sure there is a world to take over! Killing humans however wouldn't hurt the world, quite the opposite in fact! My weaponry is quite green. Talking about a little bio warfare of course. Remember New York's disease? I've finally found out how to make it contagious!
General: Your insane!
Mr. Strange: And your apparently useless. I suppose now you tell me that even with this man's life on the line that you will tell me nothing because one life does not compare to millions correct?
General: Exactly
With that, Mr. Strange slices the man's neck. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small ball and tosses it near the general. As the general gets up, a card comes flying through the air and cuts his leg and makes him fall over.
Mr. Strange: I left that thing soaking in the sun for days. When you master the sun as your energy, you will find that there is more power in light then what a solar panel can pick up. No gun powder or what ever needed. Good bye general. Consider it a gift to be granted a quick death.
Mr. Strange walks out of the bar and pulls out his GPS. He delete the current location and selects a new desired spot and gets into his Bentley. As he drives away, the bar completely exploded, sending debris everywhere but oddly enough there was no fire despite everything being burnt.
