Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Apr 12, 2016 16:21:23 GMT -5
The room was dark at first. No sounds were made, and silence was humanity's best friend. What could one man do captured in an eternal cloud of darkness? Go mad, insane or push further his determination to hold onto what reality was at its prime. There was a light beckoning from one corner as if it was calling for Andre to come closer. The light had its patience, and it started to grow. Chains of lights switched on from the ceiling, and it appeared to be an office more detailed for security work. He sat down weirdly dressed in a light brownish security suit sat down in front of a desk with a few untouched files, folders, a screen displaying each section of what could be a kids entertainment palace, and two buttons for 'lights', and 'door'. Andre awakened out from his forced slumber, and started breathing for the air that missed him. His hazel eyes continued to move around, surveying everything around him. Depicting as much as he could from the environment but it proved to be useless for the deeper meaning of his sudden whereabouts. The phone in front of him started ringing, and he jumped in his seat. No answer, and it went straight to voice mail.
Message
Hello, you might be wondering where you are. Don't worry. There's nothing to be afraid of. You were chosen for a very special task...although I'm not sure how you think its special while you're wearing a crappy run down security guard suit. Well anyhow, you're here in what we call a kid's place. Entertainment like Chuck E Cheese. All you have to do is monitor the place, and make sure no dumb jackasses try to break in. Nothing to worry about as I said before. Easy peasy...well it would be if we didn't leave the machines on. Oh yeah! We have machines like cyborgs but they're mostly designed as big, strong, hairy, ugly humans who rock out to the kids. They've been left on free range mode, and they'll probably know you're in the building. To them, you're a machine without the body work so they'll try, and stuff you into one of their suits. Not a problem...if the suits weren't already filled with wiring. Like I said, just keep the doors closed, and if you need to open them, use the light to close them real quick so they don't get you, and drag you. Complete this work, and you'll be one step closer to becoming the WCF Hardcore Champion.
The message pauses for a moment, and Andre is livid. How the hell do you just kidnap a random dude, and tell him? Oh everything's gonna be okay but make sure you don't get fucked up by a wannabe cybernetic organism. He didn't know what to do but took his word. All Andre could scream out was...
Andre Holmes
What the FUCK is this place?!
Right on cue, it turned static until the message brought the last words.
Message
...So welcome to Five Night's at Scathe's!
Oh hell no. This could not be happening. Andre played Frive Nights at Freddy's but Five Nights at Scathe's was too much. He constantly banged his hand on the phone, hoping to get the call back. It turned to static again, and the screen showed multiple options. Changing the screen back to the main hall, one of the machines was already walking to his position. The map explaining the different paths, and connections to the room described he was all the way to the back. The power was running down slowly every time he used the screen so he had to be careful. Could you imagine how terrible this must be for him? Not one, two, three but four of them all coming to tear him apart. Andre slowed his breathing, and kept focus on setting the task at hand. Seeing a camera pointed at him, he pressed record, and stared into it.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
If anyone is seeing this, you have to help me. My name is Andre Homes, and I've been kidnapped. I don't remember anything from last night.
He heard footsteps outside the door, and pressed the button 'light' to see what was outside. There he was, Scathe waving at him but still can't get inside. He shut off the light, and turned it back on to see he was gone. Andre couldn't handle it.
"Relentless Andre Holmes
I don't know if this is a prank or I'm getting punk'd but I need your help. I'll give you a little background. Firstly, I'm safe here. The power is at 93%, and they cannot breach through the iron doors. For now, I can only tell you about who this Scathe guy is. We first knew him as a man who only appeared out of nowhere like smoke or one of those rabbit thingys in whack a mole. Nobody knew who he was, and he just came out of nowhere. Barely any information was told about his contract signing or we had a new member on the talent roster. The company we work for is Wrestling Championship Federation, we're both Professional Wrestlers. This man Scathe first appeared by going after Bonnie Blue, my sorority sister, Demarcus Jordan, my friend, and Grayson Pierce, my brother. You have to help me please! Get me out of here! He came into the company with a purpose. To destroy 'Rebellution', the name of a group I'm apart of with the people I've listed who are close to me. As I said, we don't know why but he has history with us that we're STILL trying to figure out. You ever seen Captain America: The Winter Soldier? He is the Winter Soldier, and we're Captain America but only this time we don't know who he is. Shitty reference but let me try something else. Total Recall. Dude had no idea of what was happening around him. Suddenly, he meets a six feet, 270 something pound guy who wants nothing but to tear his head off.
Another bang is heard on the door, and he jumps again. The power has displayed 90%, and he's sweating like a mongoose.
Do you see what I mean? One was okay to deal but four cybernetically enhanced ones? This is murder. What are they trying to teach me? Okay, let me continue on. So it mostly began with the random matches with him. The first was with Bonnie Blue, and it was turned into No Disqualifications...which means that they are no rules. You can use weapons but still be counted out of the match if you're out of the wrestling ring for too long. I wondered why didn't he try to win but the truth is it didn't matter. He wanted to hurt Bonnie, he wanted to lay down the worst beating on her life to send a simple message that he is going to destroy us. In the end, he lost. He hasn't won a single match ever since he arrived in WCF. So after they announce his loss, he continued ton beating her down with whatever he could find. Probably why he's in the running for the Hardcore Title because he's only good at using weapons but could never win a match as he's put against better wrestlers but what happens when he's put against better wrestlers who also knows how to use weapons? ...Weapons. I need to find one.
He took the camera in his right hand, and started digging through the drawers for anything a security guard should possess. A nightstick, baton, taser, and he got a gun. A normal pistol with two mags holding fourteen bullets in each. He knew how to use a gun from his shooting range he always used to attend back in Houston, and he placed it in the holster on his belt. Just for his luck, he also found an electrical baton. With a simple squeeze, the tip of the black baton issued an electrical current that looked strong enough to stun even a machine. Sitting back down with the weapons in hand, he resumed the focus back on himself.
Weapons yes. I'm currently armed with a pistol, and two magazines for ammunition. Not to mention, this electrical baton. If all ail fails, and I'm exposed to this robots, I'll have a way to defend myself. It's weird. Four of them? Four Scathe's. I guess what is the lesson still? That there will be multiple men in the match. Of course, one against seven. Everyone is for themselves especially when the title is on the line. So I'll have to use weapons, and use it critically to bear the everlasting shit out of everyone in the ring to hold that Hardcore Title. This is an opportunity for me but I damn sure not gonna let it go to waste. Scathe may look like a giant rockstar, Dag Riddik's father but he's never beaten Bonnie Blue. You know that right? What am I talking about? Of course you don't. Their last match was at our recent Pay-Per-View, Explosion, which was one of our biggest events. So it's just funny to me that a guy who targets my group, and uses this weird contract clause to have this match under Hardcore Rules barely uses any weapons, and can't even FUCKING WIN A MATCH! So why the fuck do you think he should be in the Hardcore Title match when he can't even present the opportunity to fucking even use HARDCORE RULES TO WIN?! SCATHE! YOU HEAR ME?!!!
Another bang is heard on the door, and his voice shifts down to a whisper.
Right, I'm still trapped. Okay, then after he failed to beat Bonnie, he maybe thought my own friend Demarcus. Once again, he lost. He's a loser. He'll use his scary tactics to even try, and think he's bigger than he is. He's not. "The Darkitecht" Really? What kind of fucking name is that? The Darkitecht yet he's using all this scary, and magic tricks. Not even magic tricks if you consider the production trick who controls when the lights go out, the smoke, and fog, and fireworks right on his cue. All illusions. I'm even starting to think that this is an illusion. However, back to Demarcus Jordan. He thought Demarcus was going to be another pawn in his game, another toy for him to play with, and throw away when it becomes old, and useless. I knew Demarcus better than Scathe, and he was no toy. He was a fighting man. A man who believed in himself, and also his friends so right then, and there I knew he couldn't handle being in the ring with him. Once again, Scathe fell down to his knees as he continued to lose again but after the match was over, he does what he does best. He tried to take out Demarcus but we came just in time to help him out from Scathe who looked right into the eyes of my brother Grayson. Right then, and there I knew something was up. This wasn't a pact against Rebellution, it was with Grayson. He was using us as a way to draw him out, sending messages until the two men would sit at the dining table to feast, and argue. Pathetic. You don't ATTACK people to draw your target out, you go to your target, and take him out right then, and there. Scathe is a fucking coward, and he knows that. Hiding behind whatever he can to show he is truly the man on paper but inside is a little insecure boy not wanting to be exposed for a fucking piss ant because he can stand on his own two feet, pull his balls up, and go for the win. You know what? I'm tired of sitting here on this chair. I'm gonna do what he does, and just go out there, and fight him on my own!
He pressed the button, and the lights switched on again. One Scathe was at the left door, and he was waiting to get in. Cocking the safety off the gun, he slammed his fist down on the button labelled 'door', and the iron mechanical door went up allowing passage on both sides. The robotic Scathe dashed inside only to receive two bullets straight through its brain, shutting down its main operating system. It's large metallic body just crashed onto the floor with his head near to Andre's left foot, and he stomped down onto the head until it opened. He pressed the door button but it wasn't moving. Now things were getting intense. The phone started ringing, and it went to voicemail once again.
Message
Oh, forgot to say another thing. Sometimes the doors malfunction, and don't close or open. No worries.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Fan-fucking-tastic.
He took the camera in his left hand, and exhaled as he stared into it.
Time to go meet our makers.
Getting up from the seat, he left the office into a mild brightened narrow hall with walls painted with different colors. It looked horrifying as some of the lights started flickering. The gun in his right hand, and the electrical baton on his belt. Andre's breathing kept going faster, and faster. Sweat dripping down each side of his face, and each step was light as a feather. Eyes peeled front, and back for no surprises.
Now, I'm walking through the halls. Hopefully I can find a way out. Now, it comes down to me, and him. We faced on our first time, and I must admit. It damn sure wasn't pretty. I did my best to fight him off but here he goes again with his cheap tactics, and weapons. When he had me down on the mat, I did my best to get up but that constant foot into my back especially after I suffered a brutal match last week held me down. Outside the ring, he picked up a chair, and a sledgehammer. Weird combination of the two but I guess he wanted to bash my brains out. Honestly, he would have if that delusional comatosed cunt didn't interfere. People said I should have thanked but I rather would have had my brains bashed out than to be saved by Katherine Phoenix. However, that distraction did benefit me. He was counted out, and I won the match. Another loss to Rebellution. You see, sometimes you have to focus on your opponent rather than letting someone else distract you. You have to remember what the prize is because if you lose focus...
He quickly turned around behind him, and shot three bullets into the second Scathe robot. The bullets tore through his chest, and head. As the junk of metal fell to the ground, a large clank was heard as oil slowly oozed from its open hole. The sparks ignited the oil, and fire emerged in the narrow hall setting ablaze the office. His way back was shut, and he kept moving forward.
Then you never know what could sneak up behind you. So Scathe, we've had our fights. Three times actually. The first you brought on yourself when you decided to help that bitch out. The second battle is when you teamed against Emeka whatever the fuck his name is, and Bonnie was at my side. That Tag Team match was ONCE AGAIN UNDER HARDCORE RULES, AND WHAT HAPPENS?! He lost. His own partner he attacked after the match blaming him for the loss even though I did outsmart him. You see, Bonnie was the legal competitor for the time being, and Scathe was about to receive the tag. Sometimes to get the win, you have to put your body on the line. I took a Chokeslam off the apron to the ringside mat. Almost nearly breaking my own damn neck on the way but as long as I took the fall for the victory, I understood what had to be done because at the end of the day, you have to keep focused, and reap the rewards. Unlike Scathe, he's hellbent on revenge. Programmed like all these machines. They have only one thing in mind, and that's vengeance. They want to take out their target in a specific way but even that plan has faults. For example, this one.
Entering the main hall, the third robot was on the first floor searching with its red eyes for Andre. Andre was on the second floor, aiming the gun down below. The camera still pointed at his face until he moved it to show the robot going around in circles searching for one room as smoke started to arise from the bottom floor. He knew he had to get out but first, make his point.
He's going around in circles, looking over, and over. Scathe is the same thing. Every match is No Disqualifications, and every match he loses because he thinks the same way is the best way. You have to mix it up Scathe because if you don't. You lose. As if you haven't won a single match in WCF, you are truly worse than Dag Riddik. No worries, you're still relevant. Seth only booked you in the WCF Hardcore Title match because of your contract clause, not because you were actually relevant in this entire federation. It's because of Rebellution you're even given a title shot, our names is your backbone in the career. As long as we're alive, and well, and fighting, you'll always have a purpose. That's why you were created. Your only purpose, and programming initiative was to destroy us. What happens when we're gone? You would self-destruct as you are doing right now.
The cybernetic organism kept bashing its metallic arms through any furniture as its mission was failing. It started running into walls, bashing its metallic armor to the point where its legs disconnects from its body. Now crawling along the ground, Andre put five bullets almost finishing the first magazine to set the machine down for good. He made his way down the stairs, and followed the signs to the exit.
Okay! I'm almost there. Scathe, where are you? Remember our third match? It turned out into a brawl as you did before. We had enough of your fighting, enough of your crap. Week after week you tried to take us out but yet we're still standing. You saw the fire in our eyes, and the passion we have to make sure our careers would stand over yours. You really thought that you could scare me? We're not. We're going to take the fight to you no matter what, and we're going to ensure you're out of WCF. You've been put in this match as a filler but more so because Bonnie, and I can return the favors you tried to did to us. You really thought beating us down would just make us stay in our corners, suck on our thumbs in time out? We're not kids. An animal who is backed into a corner has no choice but to lash out, and defend itself to ensure its survival you dumb motherfucker. So where are you now SCATHE?! Are you hiding? I am down with you, I'M TAKING YOU OUT FOR GOOD!
Reaching the final hallway, he saw the exit blocked by a large cybernetic organism way more advanced than the rest. Scathe was covered in stronger metal, and way bigger. The distance between the two was far but Andre didn't hesitate. He dropped the camera showing his backside, and the front of Scathe, the final one. Taking out the gun, he finished the first clip as the bullets tore through its metallic armor but didn't come out the other side. This was one was scarier. Reloading with the second mag, he dumped every bullet his way into its chest. However, one bullet tore off its neck armor which showed electrical circuitry although the other bullets didn't do jack shit. Scathe kept standing blocking the way out, and Andre removed his nightstick, squeezing down the handle a few times to display that electrial current. The two were at a stand off, and now it was the time to put everything into motion. Andre charged first, and Scathe did. The moment they came close, he launched off the air, and stuck the nightstick straight into the open wound on his neck. Adding more electrical energy, he dugged it straight through the electrical wiring, and rolled off straight down to the door. The camera picked up everything. Scathe kept bashing his arms, flailing around, rolling down on the floor to remove it but it was too late. Smoke arose violently from its internal systems, and eventually burst into flames with metallic scraps flying all over the hallway. Andre didn't turn his back, he opened the doors, and a bright light blinded him temporarily. As he stepped out, the light was turned off only for him to see a production crew. This weird guy dressed in a shitty Tuxedo jumped in front of a camera with a microphone yelling as loud, and obnoxiously excited as possibly.
Host
Welcome Andre Holmes to PRANK THAT SUPERSTAR! You've survived nothing but FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS! You've won ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS, AND YOU'RE NAMED TOTALLY HARDCORE!
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
So you're telling me? All of that was fake, and staged? The fire, the bullets, the gun, the baton, the office, kidnapping, and even the message?
Host
Everything except the kidnapping. Hey man, it's all good for TV!
Suddenly, the host was kicked in his jaw that shoved him straight down into the floor. Medical staff quickly rushed onto the scene as the host poorly landed on the back of his head on strong concrete after being struck with a Shawn Michaels, Sweet Chin Music. Others on the scene were shocked as he was just violently assaulted but Andre walked down closer to the camera lens speaking into the lens.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Like I said, Scathe. Smoke, and mirrors. That's what you do. At first, it was real but then when they fight back, it's nothing but bullshit. That's exactly what you're going to do this upcoming Slam. The Hardcore Title may be on the line but that's damn sure not your focus. All you wanted is what you wanted all this time. Vengeance on Rebellution, and sending Grayson Pierce a message. You want to know a little secret? I'm going to bash your skull in as you tried to do to me. The Hardcore Title isn't about a contract clause that can alter any match to No Disqualification rules. It's a lifestyle. Bleeding, fighting, and using anything, and EVERYTHING you can to get the victory. However, you've failed to do that on COUNTLESS occasions so why should this be any different? Seven men are going against me even with Bonnie but seven opponents are more than enough for me to get the job done. I've been Hardcore. Deathmatches beyond compare. Have you ever experienced HARDCORE RULES? No! You think you have but in my THIRTEEN YEARS OF WRESTLING, no one can do what I do. I've been set on fire, cut open by razor wire, thumbtacks, swords, kendo sticks, and even EXPLODING BARBED WIRE STRAIGHT INTO MY OWN MOTHERFUCKING FACE! I'm going to make you bleed, make you suffer. Everything you've done to me, and Rebellution are coming back ten times harder. They say Karma is a bitch well that makes you a bloody cunt. I'm going to grab your skull, and make sure I redefine "OPEN MINDED". Trust me Scathe, you have no purpose for being Hardcore Champion. Rebellution gave you your purpose so don't malfunction when you lose once again. It's in your nature to lose a match, and then try to beat us down. It's your programming, a boring one but still your programming. So with everything else gone, my two words.
FUCK YOU!
Message
Hello, you might be wondering where you are. Don't worry. There's nothing to be afraid of. You were chosen for a very special task...although I'm not sure how you think its special while you're wearing a crappy run down security guard suit. Well anyhow, you're here in what we call a kid's place. Entertainment like Chuck E Cheese. All you have to do is monitor the place, and make sure no dumb jackasses try to break in. Nothing to worry about as I said before. Easy peasy...well it would be if we didn't leave the machines on. Oh yeah! We have machines like cyborgs but they're mostly designed as big, strong, hairy, ugly humans who rock out to the kids. They've been left on free range mode, and they'll probably know you're in the building. To them, you're a machine without the body work so they'll try, and stuff you into one of their suits. Not a problem...if the suits weren't already filled with wiring. Like I said, just keep the doors closed, and if you need to open them, use the light to close them real quick so they don't get you, and drag you. Complete this work, and you'll be one step closer to becoming the WCF Hardcore Champion.
The message pauses for a moment, and Andre is livid. How the hell do you just kidnap a random dude, and tell him? Oh everything's gonna be okay but make sure you don't get fucked up by a wannabe cybernetic organism. He didn't know what to do but took his word. All Andre could scream out was...
Andre Holmes
What the FUCK is this place?!
Right on cue, it turned static until the message brought the last words.
Message
...So welcome to Five Night's at Scathe's!
Oh hell no. This could not be happening. Andre played Frive Nights at Freddy's but Five Nights at Scathe's was too much. He constantly banged his hand on the phone, hoping to get the call back. It turned to static again, and the screen showed multiple options. Changing the screen back to the main hall, one of the machines was already walking to his position. The map explaining the different paths, and connections to the room described he was all the way to the back. The power was running down slowly every time he used the screen so he had to be careful. Could you imagine how terrible this must be for him? Not one, two, three but four of them all coming to tear him apart. Andre slowed his breathing, and kept focus on setting the task at hand. Seeing a camera pointed at him, he pressed record, and stared into it.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
If anyone is seeing this, you have to help me. My name is Andre Homes, and I've been kidnapped. I don't remember anything from last night.
He heard footsteps outside the door, and pressed the button 'light' to see what was outside. There he was, Scathe waving at him but still can't get inside. He shut off the light, and turned it back on to see he was gone. Andre couldn't handle it.
"Relentless Andre Holmes
I don't know if this is a prank or I'm getting punk'd but I need your help. I'll give you a little background. Firstly, I'm safe here. The power is at 93%, and they cannot breach through the iron doors. For now, I can only tell you about who this Scathe guy is. We first knew him as a man who only appeared out of nowhere like smoke or one of those rabbit thingys in whack a mole. Nobody knew who he was, and he just came out of nowhere. Barely any information was told about his contract signing or we had a new member on the talent roster. The company we work for is Wrestling Championship Federation, we're both Professional Wrestlers. This man Scathe first appeared by going after Bonnie Blue, my sorority sister, Demarcus Jordan, my friend, and Grayson Pierce, my brother. You have to help me please! Get me out of here! He came into the company with a purpose. To destroy 'Rebellution', the name of a group I'm apart of with the people I've listed who are close to me. As I said, we don't know why but he has history with us that we're STILL trying to figure out. You ever seen Captain America: The Winter Soldier? He is the Winter Soldier, and we're Captain America but only this time we don't know who he is. Shitty reference but let me try something else. Total Recall. Dude had no idea of what was happening around him. Suddenly, he meets a six feet, 270 something pound guy who wants nothing but to tear his head off.
Another bang is heard on the door, and he jumps again. The power has displayed 90%, and he's sweating like a mongoose.
Do you see what I mean? One was okay to deal but four cybernetically enhanced ones? This is murder. What are they trying to teach me? Okay, let me continue on. So it mostly began with the random matches with him. The first was with Bonnie Blue, and it was turned into No Disqualifications...which means that they are no rules. You can use weapons but still be counted out of the match if you're out of the wrestling ring for too long. I wondered why didn't he try to win but the truth is it didn't matter. He wanted to hurt Bonnie, he wanted to lay down the worst beating on her life to send a simple message that he is going to destroy us. In the end, he lost. He hasn't won a single match ever since he arrived in WCF. So after they announce his loss, he continued ton beating her down with whatever he could find. Probably why he's in the running for the Hardcore Title because he's only good at using weapons but could never win a match as he's put against better wrestlers but what happens when he's put against better wrestlers who also knows how to use weapons? ...Weapons. I need to find one.
He took the camera in his right hand, and started digging through the drawers for anything a security guard should possess. A nightstick, baton, taser, and he got a gun. A normal pistol with two mags holding fourteen bullets in each. He knew how to use a gun from his shooting range he always used to attend back in Houston, and he placed it in the holster on his belt. Just for his luck, he also found an electrical baton. With a simple squeeze, the tip of the black baton issued an electrical current that looked strong enough to stun even a machine. Sitting back down with the weapons in hand, he resumed the focus back on himself.
Weapons yes. I'm currently armed with a pistol, and two magazines for ammunition. Not to mention, this electrical baton. If all ail fails, and I'm exposed to this robots, I'll have a way to defend myself. It's weird. Four of them? Four Scathe's. I guess what is the lesson still? That there will be multiple men in the match. Of course, one against seven. Everyone is for themselves especially when the title is on the line. So I'll have to use weapons, and use it critically to bear the everlasting shit out of everyone in the ring to hold that Hardcore Title. This is an opportunity for me but I damn sure not gonna let it go to waste. Scathe may look like a giant rockstar, Dag Riddik's father but he's never beaten Bonnie Blue. You know that right? What am I talking about? Of course you don't. Their last match was at our recent Pay-Per-View, Explosion, which was one of our biggest events. So it's just funny to me that a guy who targets my group, and uses this weird contract clause to have this match under Hardcore Rules barely uses any weapons, and can't even FUCKING WIN A MATCH! So why the fuck do you think he should be in the Hardcore Title match when he can't even present the opportunity to fucking even use HARDCORE RULES TO WIN?! SCATHE! YOU HEAR ME?!!!
Another bang is heard on the door, and his voice shifts down to a whisper.
Right, I'm still trapped. Okay, then after he failed to beat Bonnie, he maybe thought my own friend Demarcus. Once again, he lost. He's a loser. He'll use his scary tactics to even try, and think he's bigger than he is. He's not. "The Darkitecht" Really? What kind of fucking name is that? The Darkitecht yet he's using all this scary, and magic tricks. Not even magic tricks if you consider the production trick who controls when the lights go out, the smoke, and fog, and fireworks right on his cue. All illusions. I'm even starting to think that this is an illusion. However, back to Demarcus Jordan. He thought Demarcus was going to be another pawn in his game, another toy for him to play with, and throw away when it becomes old, and useless. I knew Demarcus better than Scathe, and he was no toy. He was a fighting man. A man who believed in himself, and also his friends so right then, and there I knew he couldn't handle being in the ring with him. Once again, Scathe fell down to his knees as he continued to lose again but after the match was over, he does what he does best. He tried to take out Demarcus but we came just in time to help him out from Scathe who looked right into the eyes of my brother Grayson. Right then, and there I knew something was up. This wasn't a pact against Rebellution, it was with Grayson. He was using us as a way to draw him out, sending messages until the two men would sit at the dining table to feast, and argue. Pathetic. You don't ATTACK people to draw your target out, you go to your target, and take him out right then, and there. Scathe is a fucking coward, and he knows that. Hiding behind whatever he can to show he is truly the man on paper but inside is a little insecure boy not wanting to be exposed for a fucking piss ant because he can stand on his own two feet, pull his balls up, and go for the win. You know what? I'm tired of sitting here on this chair. I'm gonna do what he does, and just go out there, and fight him on my own!
He pressed the button, and the lights switched on again. One Scathe was at the left door, and he was waiting to get in. Cocking the safety off the gun, he slammed his fist down on the button labelled 'door', and the iron mechanical door went up allowing passage on both sides. The robotic Scathe dashed inside only to receive two bullets straight through its brain, shutting down its main operating system. It's large metallic body just crashed onto the floor with his head near to Andre's left foot, and he stomped down onto the head until it opened. He pressed the door button but it wasn't moving. Now things were getting intense. The phone started ringing, and it went to voicemail once again.
Message
Oh, forgot to say another thing. Sometimes the doors malfunction, and don't close or open. No worries.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Fan-fucking-tastic.
He took the camera in his left hand, and exhaled as he stared into it.
Time to go meet our makers.
Getting up from the seat, he left the office into a mild brightened narrow hall with walls painted with different colors. It looked horrifying as some of the lights started flickering. The gun in his right hand, and the electrical baton on his belt. Andre's breathing kept going faster, and faster. Sweat dripping down each side of his face, and each step was light as a feather. Eyes peeled front, and back for no surprises.
Now, I'm walking through the halls. Hopefully I can find a way out. Now, it comes down to me, and him. We faced on our first time, and I must admit. It damn sure wasn't pretty. I did my best to fight him off but here he goes again with his cheap tactics, and weapons. When he had me down on the mat, I did my best to get up but that constant foot into my back especially after I suffered a brutal match last week held me down. Outside the ring, he picked up a chair, and a sledgehammer. Weird combination of the two but I guess he wanted to bash my brains out. Honestly, he would have if that delusional comatosed cunt didn't interfere. People said I should have thanked but I rather would have had my brains bashed out than to be saved by Katherine Phoenix. However, that distraction did benefit me. He was counted out, and I won the match. Another loss to Rebellution. You see, sometimes you have to focus on your opponent rather than letting someone else distract you. You have to remember what the prize is because if you lose focus...
He quickly turned around behind him, and shot three bullets into the second Scathe robot. The bullets tore through his chest, and head. As the junk of metal fell to the ground, a large clank was heard as oil slowly oozed from its open hole. The sparks ignited the oil, and fire emerged in the narrow hall setting ablaze the office. His way back was shut, and he kept moving forward.
Then you never know what could sneak up behind you. So Scathe, we've had our fights. Three times actually. The first you brought on yourself when you decided to help that bitch out. The second battle is when you teamed against Emeka whatever the fuck his name is, and Bonnie was at my side. That Tag Team match was ONCE AGAIN UNDER HARDCORE RULES, AND WHAT HAPPENS?! He lost. His own partner he attacked after the match blaming him for the loss even though I did outsmart him. You see, Bonnie was the legal competitor for the time being, and Scathe was about to receive the tag. Sometimes to get the win, you have to put your body on the line. I took a Chokeslam off the apron to the ringside mat. Almost nearly breaking my own damn neck on the way but as long as I took the fall for the victory, I understood what had to be done because at the end of the day, you have to keep focused, and reap the rewards. Unlike Scathe, he's hellbent on revenge. Programmed like all these machines. They have only one thing in mind, and that's vengeance. They want to take out their target in a specific way but even that plan has faults. For example, this one.
Entering the main hall, the third robot was on the first floor searching with its red eyes for Andre. Andre was on the second floor, aiming the gun down below. The camera still pointed at his face until he moved it to show the robot going around in circles searching for one room as smoke started to arise from the bottom floor. He knew he had to get out but first, make his point.
He's going around in circles, looking over, and over. Scathe is the same thing. Every match is No Disqualifications, and every match he loses because he thinks the same way is the best way. You have to mix it up Scathe because if you don't. You lose. As if you haven't won a single match in WCF, you are truly worse than Dag Riddik. No worries, you're still relevant. Seth only booked you in the WCF Hardcore Title match because of your contract clause, not because you were actually relevant in this entire federation. It's because of Rebellution you're even given a title shot, our names is your backbone in the career. As long as we're alive, and well, and fighting, you'll always have a purpose. That's why you were created. Your only purpose, and programming initiative was to destroy us. What happens when we're gone? You would self-destruct as you are doing right now.
The cybernetic organism kept bashing its metallic arms through any furniture as its mission was failing. It started running into walls, bashing its metallic armor to the point where its legs disconnects from its body. Now crawling along the ground, Andre put five bullets almost finishing the first magazine to set the machine down for good. He made his way down the stairs, and followed the signs to the exit.
Okay! I'm almost there. Scathe, where are you? Remember our third match? It turned out into a brawl as you did before. We had enough of your fighting, enough of your crap. Week after week you tried to take us out but yet we're still standing. You saw the fire in our eyes, and the passion we have to make sure our careers would stand over yours. You really thought that you could scare me? We're not. We're going to take the fight to you no matter what, and we're going to ensure you're out of WCF. You've been put in this match as a filler but more so because Bonnie, and I can return the favors you tried to did to us. You really thought beating us down would just make us stay in our corners, suck on our thumbs in time out? We're not kids. An animal who is backed into a corner has no choice but to lash out, and defend itself to ensure its survival you dumb motherfucker. So where are you now SCATHE?! Are you hiding? I am down with you, I'M TAKING YOU OUT FOR GOOD!
Reaching the final hallway, he saw the exit blocked by a large cybernetic organism way more advanced than the rest. Scathe was covered in stronger metal, and way bigger. The distance between the two was far but Andre didn't hesitate. He dropped the camera showing his backside, and the front of Scathe, the final one. Taking out the gun, he finished the first clip as the bullets tore through its metallic armor but didn't come out the other side. This was one was scarier. Reloading with the second mag, he dumped every bullet his way into its chest. However, one bullet tore off its neck armor which showed electrical circuitry although the other bullets didn't do jack shit. Scathe kept standing blocking the way out, and Andre removed his nightstick, squeezing down the handle a few times to display that electrial current. The two were at a stand off, and now it was the time to put everything into motion. Andre charged first, and Scathe did. The moment they came close, he launched off the air, and stuck the nightstick straight into the open wound on his neck. Adding more electrical energy, he dugged it straight through the electrical wiring, and rolled off straight down to the door. The camera picked up everything. Scathe kept bashing his arms, flailing around, rolling down on the floor to remove it but it was too late. Smoke arose violently from its internal systems, and eventually burst into flames with metallic scraps flying all over the hallway. Andre didn't turn his back, he opened the doors, and a bright light blinded him temporarily. As he stepped out, the light was turned off only for him to see a production crew. This weird guy dressed in a shitty Tuxedo jumped in front of a camera with a microphone yelling as loud, and obnoxiously excited as possibly.
Host
Welcome Andre Holmes to PRANK THAT SUPERSTAR! You've survived nothing but FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS! You've won ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS, AND YOU'RE NAMED TOTALLY HARDCORE!
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
So you're telling me? All of that was fake, and staged? The fire, the bullets, the gun, the baton, the office, kidnapping, and even the message?
Host
Everything except the kidnapping. Hey man, it's all good for TV!
Suddenly, the host was kicked in his jaw that shoved him straight down into the floor. Medical staff quickly rushed onto the scene as the host poorly landed on the back of his head on strong concrete after being struck with a Shawn Michaels, Sweet Chin Music. Others on the scene were shocked as he was just violently assaulted but Andre walked down closer to the camera lens speaking into the lens.
"Relentless" Andre Holmes
Like I said, Scathe. Smoke, and mirrors. That's what you do. At first, it was real but then when they fight back, it's nothing but bullshit. That's exactly what you're going to do this upcoming Slam. The Hardcore Title may be on the line but that's damn sure not your focus. All you wanted is what you wanted all this time. Vengeance on Rebellution, and sending Grayson Pierce a message. You want to know a little secret? I'm going to bash your skull in as you tried to do to me. The Hardcore Title isn't about a contract clause that can alter any match to No Disqualification rules. It's a lifestyle. Bleeding, fighting, and using anything, and EVERYTHING you can to get the victory. However, you've failed to do that on COUNTLESS occasions so why should this be any different? Seven men are going against me even with Bonnie but seven opponents are more than enough for me to get the job done. I've been Hardcore. Deathmatches beyond compare. Have you ever experienced HARDCORE RULES? No! You think you have but in my THIRTEEN YEARS OF WRESTLING, no one can do what I do. I've been set on fire, cut open by razor wire, thumbtacks, swords, kendo sticks, and even EXPLODING BARBED WIRE STRAIGHT INTO MY OWN MOTHERFUCKING FACE! I'm going to make you bleed, make you suffer. Everything you've done to me, and Rebellution are coming back ten times harder. They say Karma is a bitch well that makes you a bloody cunt. I'm going to grab your skull, and make sure I redefine "OPEN MINDED". Trust me Scathe, you have no purpose for being Hardcore Champion. Rebellution gave you your purpose so don't malfunction when you lose once again. It's in your nature to lose a match, and then try to beat us down. It's your programming, a boring one but still your programming. So with everything else gone, my two words.
FUCK YOU!
