Post by Jules on Mar 22, 2013 7:54:48 GMT -4
(OOC: The Meltdown word limit and the necessity of addressing 4 opponents presented a challenge I couldn't meet, and I went over by a 1000 words. So I had to omit the storyline part of my second RM RP. I know it's not going to count, but that isn't the point. I wrote it, so I'm posting it, plus some record of it taking place will become relevant in the future.)
*
The grating high-pitched screech of metal scraping against metal alerted Lenny’s senses. The squeak of the large door being dragged open was followed immediately by a blast of artificial light from the corridor. Sitting on the edge of his bed Lenny made out three silhouettes in the doorway.
“Good morning, Mr. Lansbury,” by voice Lenny could identify Mr. Black as the middle man.
“Is all of this really necessary?” Lenny said, gesturing to the room and all its components with his eyes.
“That depends, Mr. Lanbury,” Mr. Black replied as he stepped over the threshold and gurned at the abominable stench in the room. “Entirely upon whether you are feeling in a more co-operative mood today.”
“You can’t keep me locked up like this.”
“And why not, Mr. Lansbury?”
“There’s rules people like you have to abide by. What if I inform the law; they’ll have a straight like you nicked and banged up for years once their quacks take one look at this perverted sex den.”
“Pray, Mr. Lansbury, tell me how you wish to introduce the police to this institution. Do you even know where you are?”
“I got away once, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. But do you remember where you are?” With a smile Mr. Black dismissed Lenny’s credibility. “Besides, what makes you think the authorities would believe a word you have to say?”
Lenny shot him a look, tried to retort, but Mr. Black cut him off.
“I have dossiers, yes the plural, about you Mr. Lansbury and your illicit lifestyle. You do understand that U.S. Customs do not grant visas to convicted felons.”
“I’ve never done bird in my life, and you know it, you greasy bastard.”
“No, but it wouldn’t take much to change all of that. Let’s think about what might happen were you to be stopped while you’re driving one day, or passing through an airport, and a sizeable amount of illegal substances were found in your possession.”
“You wouldn’t dare, so don’t threaten me you fuck-”
“What if it were your pretty little fiancé who were ‘routinely stopped’?”
Lenny stopped stone dead, glaring at the lawyer.
“Wouldn’t that be a terrible little trouble.”
“You threaten her-”
“Mr. Lansbury,” Mr. Black began in an authoritative voice, “whether these merely hypothetical situations ever come to pass to fruition is entirely up to you. All I can do is assure you that my clients want peace, not war, with you. They only want what is best for you as their investment.”
“Like chaining me up like an unruly dog?” Lenny made a show of raising his hands, which were cuffed and chained to the bed.
“A pertinent choice of words, Mr. Lanbury. However, that we have had to take these precautions is entirely of your own making, surely you must see that.”
“I see that you’re time is running out, Black, and the day will come when I have that throat of yours and crush it with my bare hands.”
“Save the colourful speech for those baying sheep that buy your t-shirts. We can play this game of tittle tattle ad nauseum, or we can get on with what you have brought you here to do.”
“What about these chains?”
“If you co-operate I see no further use for them.”
With a nod, one of the men at the door stepped into the cell and released Lenny of his bonds; looking at him Lenny recognised him as one of the goons that had jumped him at his apartment the day before. Lenny stood up to stretch his legs and walked around the cell a bit.
“What is this place? Looks more like a torture chamber.”
“This is lockdown, Mr. Lansbury. Funny that you mention torture, because you could say it is a place of hell.”
Lenny gave him a curious look.
“We brought you here to prepare you for Rasslemania. With seven other wrestlers, ladders, no disqualification, we fully expect this to be an experience unlike any other you have faced.”
“You think I haven’t got the bottle?”
“We do not doubt your will, Mr. Lansbury; what we want to remove is your fear of pain.”
Lenny chortled sarcastically.
“I know you do not like me, Mr. Lansbury; the feeling is mutual. However, this is about business. Everything that happens to you between now and Rasslemania I want you to remember it is on my say so, and when we release you into that inferno in Toronto I want you to see in place of your opponents my face, the face of the man you hate.”
As he slapped his clenched right fist into his left hand, Lenny smiled sadistically at his nemesis.
“And I want you to pour out all of that hatred,” Mr. Black continued, “like a tsunami into the ring and wash away every single one of your opponents.”
With a nod of the head the two goons were all over Lenny: they pushed him down to his knees by securing an arm each.
“What the fuck is this? I’m not sucking your cock, you sick bastard!”
Mr. Black turned and grabbed a metal pipe, twirling it menacingly.
“Mr. Lansbury, today we begin your conditioning.”
Mr. Black moved around behind Lenny and stung him with a pipe shot to the back. Lenny arched his back with the pain.
“Black,” Lenny growled. “I’m going to fu-”
Mr. Black slammed the metal bar into Lenny a second time, causing him to issue an agonised groan.
“Remember, Mr. Lansbury. Every blow, every bruise, every cut – I caused it all.”
Mr. Black dropped the pipe as the two goons started beating Lenny black and blue.
*
The grating high-pitched screech of metal scraping against metal alerted Lenny’s senses. The squeak of the large door being dragged open was followed immediately by a blast of artificial light from the corridor. Sitting on the edge of his bed Lenny made out three silhouettes in the doorway.
“Good morning, Mr. Lansbury,” by voice Lenny could identify Mr. Black as the middle man.
“Is all of this really necessary?” Lenny said, gesturing to the room and all its components with his eyes.
“That depends, Mr. Lanbury,” Mr. Black replied as he stepped over the threshold and gurned at the abominable stench in the room. “Entirely upon whether you are feeling in a more co-operative mood today.”
“You can’t keep me locked up like this.”
“And why not, Mr. Lansbury?”
“There’s rules people like you have to abide by. What if I inform the law; they’ll have a straight like you nicked and banged up for years once their quacks take one look at this perverted sex den.”
“Pray, Mr. Lansbury, tell me how you wish to introduce the police to this institution. Do you even know where you are?”
“I got away once, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. But do you remember where you are?” With a smile Mr. Black dismissed Lenny’s credibility. “Besides, what makes you think the authorities would believe a word you have to say?”
Lenny shot him a look, tried to retort, but Mr. Black cut him off.
“I have dossiers, yes the plural, about you Mr. Lansbury and your illicit lifestyle. You do understand that U.S. Customs do not grant visas to convicted felons.”
“I’ve never done bird in my life, and you know it, you greasy bastard.”
“No, but it wouldn’t take much to change all of that. Let’s think about what might happen were you to be stopped while you’re driving one day, or passing through an airport, and a sizeable amount of illegal substances were found in your possession.”
“You wouldn’t dare, so don’t threaten me you fuck-”
“What if it were your pretty little fiancé who were ‘routinely stopped’?”
Lenny stopped stone dead, glaring at the lawyer.
“Wouldn’t that be a terrible little trouble.”
“You threaten her-”
“Mr. Lansbury,” Mr. Black began in an authoritative voice, “whether these merely hypothetical situations ever come to pass to fruition is entirely up to you. All I can do is assure you that my clients want peace, not war, with you. They only want what is best for you as their investment.”
“Like chaining me up like an unruly dog?” Lenny made a show of raising his hands, which were cuffed and chained to the bed.
“A pertinent choice of words, Mr. Lanbury. However, that we have had to take these precautions is entirely of your own making, surely you must see that.”
“I see that you’re time is running out, Black, and the day will come when I have that throat of yours and crush it with my bare hands.”
“Save the colourful speech for those baying sheep that buy your t-shirts. We can play this game of tittle tattle ad nauseum, or we can get on with what you have brought you here to do.”
“What about these chains?”
“If you co-operate I see no further use for them.”
With a nod, one of the men at the door stepped into the cell and released Lenny of his bonds; looking at him Lenny recognised him as one of the goons that had jumped him at his apartment the day before. Lenny stood up to stretch his legs and walked around the cell a bit.
“What is this place? Looks more like a torture chamber.”
“This is lockdown, Mr. Lansbury. Funny that you mention torture, because you could say it is a place of hell.”
Lenny gave him a curious look.
“We brought you here to prepare you for Rasslemania. With seven other wrestlers, ladders, no disqualification, we fully expect this to be an experience unlike any other you have faced.”
“You think I haven’t got the bottle?”
“We do not doubt your will, Mr. Lansbury; what we want to remove is your fear of pain.”
Lenny chortled sarcastically.
“I know you do not like me, Mr. Lansbury; the feeling is mutual. However, this is about business. Everything that happens to you between now and Rasslemania I want you to remember it is on my say so, and when we release you into that inferno in Toronto I want you to see in place of your opponents my face, the face of the man you hate.”
As he slapped his clenched right fist into his left hand, Lenny smiled sadistically at his nemesis.
“And I want you to pour out all of that hatred,” Mr. Black continued, “like a tsunami into the ring and wash away every single one of your opponents.”
With a nod of the head the two goons were all over Lenny: they pushed him down to his knees by securing an arm each.
“What the fuck is this? I’m not sucking your cock, you sick bastard!”
Mr. Black turned and grabbed a metal pipe, twirling it menacingly.
“Mr. Lansbury, today we begin your conditioning.”
Mr. Black moved around behind Lenny and stung him with a pipe shot to the back. Lenny arched his back with the pain.
“Black,” Lenny growled. “I’m going to fu-”
Mr. Black slammed the metal bar into Lenny a second time, causing him to issue an agonised groan.
“Remember, Mr. Lansbury. Every blow, every bruise, every cut – I caused it all.”
Mr. Black dropped the pipe as the two goons started beating Lenny black and blue.
