Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 16:09:10 GMT -5
(OOC: I had this shit coded, but the coding on this damn site absolutely blows. Enjoy...)
It was less than an hour away from his first Pay Per View match against raYne, and he found himself pacing around the locker room, a mouth-full of Grizzly and on high alert. He was dressed in his wrestling attire and twirling his wrench in his hands as he paced around. He was waiting for a potential "wrench in his plans" with a wrench of his own. He wouldn't put it past raYne to do something desperate or stupid at this juncture. After all, this match was the match to end this all. Or at least, that's what MD wanted. Who would want to work with such a delusional guy like that?
"Can I Play With Madness?" by Iron Maiden started to play from within his locker. He rushed over and opened his locker and fished out his Galaxy IV. He looked at the number, and saw that it was his father's old number. Puzzled, he answered the phone with an apprehensive...
Old Man: Are you alone?
Mod: Nice to hear from you...
Old Man: Are you alone or not? I don't have all fucking day!
Mod looks around quickly, to see if there's anybody else in the locker room. Most of the guys were performing much later in the evening, so some of the others haven't made their appearance. Mod steps out of the locker room and heads for his truck. As he makes his way, he says...
Mod: What the fuck is going on? Did you escape or something?
Old Man: No. Well, I'm out, but I've been compromised. There's a lot to explain about everything. Some of it includes you. Well, a lot of it includes you.
Mod: You're not making any sense. What the hell is going on? You got people after you?
Old Man: Not people, but things, man! Things! And they're out to get me!
Mod: Okay... Are you off your meds?
Old Man: This ain't the time for jokes! Where are you? I'm coming to you!
Mod's face twists in confusion. He knew that he told his old man where he was going to be. After all, ONE was the biggest PPV in the company, and to have his PPV debut on such a prestigious show was something worth writing home about.
But who knew what the mental state of his father was at this time. He had never heard his father sound so distressed before this. Not even when his mom or his brother had passed. Almost as if knowing this info would depend on his life. Mod then says...
Mod: Look at the schedule, and it'll tell you where I am. You know what schedule I'm talking about...
With a sudden crack, his father was walking towards him, as he tucked his cellphone away. Mod was baffled and aghast at what he had just seen, his father appearing out of thin, fucking air! He was a small man, with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. His cheekbones were sunk in and had almost elfish features. He wore a leather jacket, black jeans, and cowboy boots, and came up to Mod, saying...
Old Man: We've got to blow this fucking place, right now...
Mod: Oh fuck no! I'm not about to blow town when I'm about to get my vengeance because you somehow fucked up.
Old Man: THIS ISN'T ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT! THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH SHIT!
Mod: Don't give me that shit! I'm not getting roped into your bullshit like how you roped my brother into it.
Old Man: This isn't about me, this is about you and everyone else! I need to get you safe...
The old man grabs Deuce by the arm, to which Deuce yanks his arm back from the grip of his father. His father then reaches into his coat and says...
Old Man: I didn't want to do this...
He pulls out a taser, only for Mod to grab it before he fires it into his son. Mod easily wrestles the implement away from his father, before striking him, the blow sending him down the hall a good 20 feet away. With the anger flowing, Mod breaks the taser in half with his hands, tossing the pieces behind him, as he makes his way to his father, who is slow to recover from the attack. Mod grabs him and picks him up with one hand, pinning him against the wall off his feet, as Mod says...
Mod: What the fuck is your damage, old man?
Old Man: Hunters are coming to kill you.
Mod: Hunters? The fuck? Bullshit, man!
Old Man: Why do you think in the last year or so that you've been shot and stabbed? You're marked for death!
Mod: You're crazy! Why would anybody want to kill me?
Old Man: We're all being extinguished! One by one! Your mom, your brothers...
Mod: Why? Why would anybody want us dead? What did you do?
Before the old man could answer, Mod flings him across the hall into the wall, leaving the wall crushed. Mod then goes over to the body, and places his fingers on the Old Man's neck to feel for a pulse.
He was alive.
Mod looks around to see if there was any witnesses to the incident, but thus far, its been dead in the arena. Mod puts his Old Man over his shoulder and carries him out of the arena to the Volvo. As he carried his father, he thinks about the last few years. His father and brother going to prison almost two years ago, and his mom and brother dying prior to that.
His mother suffered for four months before cancer took her, and his brother died in a stick-up gone bad in a convenience store. His father and other brother were caught with stolen vehicles, and his father went one further by sticking up a Bank of America, of all things. How he got off was beyond him, but here his father was, free and clear of all the charges and out of prison.
But now he was messing with his livelihood. With whatever bullshit he was mixed up in. And Mod will be damned if he gets killed because of the dumb shit his father is involved in.
Mod was going to have a talk with his father, before he did anything stupid. In the meantime, he HAD to prepare for this upcoming match. raYne was going to go down, and there would be blood tonight!