Post by Kyle on Mar 5, 2012 8:13:22 GMT -5
Nathan von Liebert is walking in the parking lot after Slam, whistling a dark little tune. He's walking down a row of cars, muttering to himself.
"I knew I would win my debut. Stoned didn't stand a chance."
Nathan continues this conversation, oblivious to his surroundings. So he doesn't know that when he walks by a white van, the back doors open, and two men step out. One has a blunt object, the other a white shirt. They don't have to sneak up behind Nathan because he doesn't even know they're there.
WHAM!
Nathan falls to the concrete, and the man who hit him picks him back up. He holds him while his accomplice sticks the shirt on him. And this is when we learn that "shirt" is really a straight jacket. NvL is tossed over the man's shoulder, and all three disappear into the back of the van.
The door closes, and the van leaves.
"I knew I would win my debut. Stoned didn't stand a chance."
Nathan continues this conversation, oblivious to his surroundings. So he doesn't know that when he walks by a white van, the back doors open, and two men step out. One has a blunt object, the other a white shirt. They don't have to sneak up behind Nathan because he doesn't even know they're there.
WHAM!
Nathan falls to the concrete, and the man who hit him picks him back up. He holds him while his accomplice sticks the shirt on him. And this is when we learn that "shirt" is really a straight jacket. NvL is tossed over the man's shoulder, and all three disappear into the back of the van.
The door closes, and the van leaves.
