Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on Apr 24, 2016 15:06:51 GMT -5
Aftermath Part 3 - Questions answered
Freeze: You missed your brother's funeral. Disappear for ten years .. assuming to Japan .. then show up out of nowhere. You better start talking.
Hank brown is unconcious facedown in the gravel driveway, covered in his own puke but still breathing. Barely.
Ronnie, the younger looking twin to Wayne Hammond, leans back against the rear quarterpanel of Hank's Cadilac. No amount of preperation can properly prepare a person for being thrown into a confined area where 30 mini teargas canisters went off, and he is the worse for wear from it.
Ronnie: Nice to see you to, Dad.
Freeze: Fucking smartass.
Freeze wipes the tears out of his eyes. His face is flushed red from his own bout in the Cadilac to save Hank Brown, but done with enough sense to cover his face first. Still took a hell of a beating from the teargas, though.
Ronnie: So .. training day?
Freeze: I whooped your ass to quickly to call it training. Didn't even break a damn sweat. Now talk you son of a bitch.
Ronnie: (grinning) Hey man, you married her.
Even barely able to see, Freeze nearly went off again. The tension rippling along his muscles as he refrains from the desperately deserved ass kicking his son seems to desire. But alas, he holds that murderous intent at bay for a little while longer.
Freeze: Just talk. That's your dead mother you just refered to. So just talk.
Ronnie's smile disappeared with a somber look. He looked up to his father, hovering over him like a predator about to drop on unsuspecting prey. Whatever his thoughts, he proceeds to talk.
Ronnie: Yeah, don't cross the line of the dead, right pops? Seems the only barrier you ever had any respect for. You know, when it came to people YOU loved anyway. Though you'd piss on my grave the day they bury me, wouldn't you Pops?
Freeze: Damned right I would. Enough stalling. Why are you here?
Ronnie: Hell pops. One of your opponents mentioned me and dearly departed brother .. By our old ring personas.
Just that fast, Freeze went from killer to curious. He opened a bottle of water and flushed his eyes, again, still refusing to give any to his son. But his whole demeanor had changed.
Freeze: Alright, keep talking. I'm listening.
Ronnie: Yeah. I was in Japan, made myself a nice little home there, hopped online and saw someone your facing this weekend mention me and brother by our old wrestling names. Ya know, from when we were a team in UWA.
Freeze: SNAFU and FUBAR?
Ronnie: Yeah. Tell me it's coincidence.
Freeze: And who said what?
Ronnie: Some dude .. something or other Love.
Freeze: Shadowlove?
Ronnie: Yeah, that's the prick.
Freeze: Continue, please.
Ronnie: Let's see, he mentioned the phrase american Luchadore ..
Freezer Burn's eyes dilated to pinheads in an instant. His grey eyes sparkling with fervor at the mention of Cory Phoenix's rookie nickname.
Ronnie: .. said that you an Felt an Teo are disfunctional hitmen setup by Lerch to take him out ..
Freeze nodded for his son to continue. He knew there may be some truth to it, being who Seth is, but didn't care about that bit of info.
Ronnie: ... and he said .. how did he say it .. something about the three of you .. just said that. OK. Um .. Oh! He said, 'Is it quite the SNAFU or a big time FUBAR?'
Freeze tossed the remains of the water bottle to his son and turned away. Any one of those references could have been a coincidence, but all three cemented into his mind that Shadowlove know who he is, did his homework, and is fully prepared for a war. Suddenly, winning this match became secondary. Punishing Shadowlove became an absolute.
Freeze: You two were not mentioned by those names in WCF. He obviously did his homework. Smart man. Yeah, smart man. I'll make him regret it.
A loud scream from the mansion doors instantly turned Freeze toward the mansion and brought Ronnie to his feet. Serujah was on her knees, crying in agony, her own tears flowing uncontrollably at the sight of Ronnie Hammond. Freeze hurries to her, trying to comfort her.
Freeze: It's not Randy. Not Randy. It's Ronnie.
She looks up to him in a blank, hollow stare.
Serujah: Ro .. Ronnie?
Freeze: Yeah, not .. NOT .. Randy.
Freeze helps her back to her feet. SHe looks to Ronnie, the resemblance to him and the dead father of her children is too much. She breaks free from the older Hammonds arms and rushes into the mansion again. Her sobs echoing from the halls within.
Ronnie: Was that Seru?
Freeze: Yeah.
Ronnie: Why is she sticking around?
Freeze: You're an uncle, son. She gave birth to Randy's kids. Twins. A boy and a girl.
Ronnie: Oh yeah, that reminds me. I'm married pops. Like 6 years now. We have twin sons of our own.
Freeze turns back to his son, the look of disbelief plain as day written across his face.
---Summary---
-SNAFU
-FUBAR
-American Luchadore
-Seth's hired hitmen
-Shadowlove
-Family expansions?
Freeze: You missed your brother's funeral. Disappear for ten years .. assuming to Japan .. then show up out of nowhere. You better start talking.
Hank brown is unconcious facedown in the gravel driveway, covered in his own puke but still breathing. Barely.
Ronnie, the younger looking twin to Wayne Hammond, leans back against the rear quarterpanel of Hank's Cadilac. No amount of preperation can properly prepare a person for being thrown into a confined area where 30 mini teargas canisters went off, and he is the worse for wear from it.
Ronnie: Nice to see you to, Dad.
Freeze: Fucking smartass.
Freeze wipes the tears out of his eyes. His face is flushed red from his own bout in the Cadilac to save Hank Brown, but done with enough sense to cover his face first. Still took a hell of a beating from the teargas, though.
Ronnie: So .. training day?
Freeze: I whooped your ass to quickly to call it training. Didn't even break a damn sweat. Now talk you son of a bitch.
Ronnie: (grinning) Hey man, you married her.
Even barely able to see, Freeze nearly went off again. The tension rippling along his muscles as he refrains from the desperately deserved ass kicking his son seems to desire. But alas, he holds that murderous intent at bay for a little while longer.
Freeze: Just talk. That's your dead mother you just refered to. So just talk.
Ronnie's smile disappeared with a somber look. He looked up to his father, hovering over him like a predator about to drop on unsuspecting prey. Whatever his thoughts, he proceeds to talk.
Ronnie: Yeah, don't cross the line of the dead, right pops? Seems the only barrier you ever had any respect for. You know, when it came to people YOU loved anyway. Though you'd piss on my grave the day they bury me, wouldn't you Pops?
Freeze: Damned right I would. Enough stalling. Why are you here?
Ronnie: Hell pops. One of your opponents mentioned me and dearly departed brother .. By our old ring personas.
Just that fast, Freeze went from killer to curious. He opened a bottle of water and flushed his eyes, again, still refusing to give any to his son. But his whole demeanor had changed.
Freeze: Alright, keep talking. I'm listening.
Ronnie: Yeah. I was in Japan, made myself a nice little home there, hopped online and saw someone your facing this weekend mention me and brother by our old wrestling names. Ya know, from when we were a team in UWA.
Freeze: SNAFU and FUBAR?
Ronnie: Yeah. Tell me it's coincidence.
Freeze: And who said what?
Ronnie: Some dude .. something or other Love.
Freeze: Shadowlove?
Ronnie: Yeah, that's the prick.
Freeze: Continue, please.
Ronnie: Let's see, he mentioned the phrase american Luchadore ..
Freezer Burn's eyes dilated to pinheads in an instant. His grey eyes sparkling with fervor at the mention of Cory Phoenix's rookie nickname.
Ronnie: .. said that you an Felt an Teo are disfunctional hitmen setup by Lerch to take him out ..
Freeze nodded for his son to continue. He knew there may be some truth to it, being who Seth is, but didn't care about that bit of info.
Ronnie: ... and he said .. how did he say it .. something about the three of you .. just said that. OK. Um .. Oh! He said, 'Is it quite the SNAFU or a big time FUBAR?'
Freeze tossed the remains of the water bottle to his son and turned away. Any one of those references could have been a coincidence, but all three cemented into his mind that Shadowlove know who he is, did his homework, and is fully prepared for a war. Suddenly, winning this match became secondary. Punishing Shadowlove became an absolute.
Freeze: You two were not mentioned by those names in WCF. He obviously did his homework. Smart man. Yeah, smart man. I'll make him regret it.
A loud scream from the mansion doors instantly turned Freeze toward the mansion and brought Ronnie to his feet. Serujah was on her knees, crying in agony, her own tears flowing uncontrollably at the sight of Ronnie Hammond. Freeze hurries to her, trying to comfort her.
Freeze: It's not Randy. Not Randy. It's Ronnie.
She looks up to him in a blank, hollow stare.
Serujah: Ro .. Ronnie?
Freeze: Yeah, not .. NOT .. Randy.
Freeze helps her back to her feet. SHe looks to Ronnie, the resemblance to him and the dead father of her children is too much. She breaks free from the older Hammonds arms and rushes into the mansion again. Her sobs echoing from the halls within.
Ronnie: Was that Seru?
Freeze: Yeah.
Ronnie: Why is she sticking around?
Freeze: You're an uncle, son. She gave birth to Randy's kids. Twins. A boy and a girl.
Ronnie: Oh yeah, that reminds me. I'm married pops. Like 6 years now. We have twin sons of our own.
Freeze turns back to his son, the look of disbelief plain as day written across his face.
---Summary---
-SNAFU
-FUBAR
-American Luchadore
-Seth's hired hitmen
-Shadowlove
-Family expansions?
