WCF Network Exclusive: #BeachKrew Attacks Dag Riddik!
Apr 25, 2016 23:10:27 GMT -5
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Post by 6ix Goddess on Apr 25, 2016 23:10:27 GMT -5
The camera opens to the backstage halls where Dag has begun to pull himself towards the Family locker room. He's clearly bruised, the aches and pains of a hard fought match and an attack by Occulo are all too obvious as he snarls in determination and continues his limp. A catering boy approaches him, his hands full with a tray of assorted miniature sandwiches and fresh cherry tomatoes. The International Champion pays him no mind as he viciously shoves the teen out of his way, the tray and its contents clattering to the floor as the helper lets out a cry of distress.
Dagvald Riddik: Get the HELL OUT of my WAY!
Steppingover onto the worker as he continues his journey, Dag pauses only to quietly seethe in his injuries for a moment. He hardly notices the figure walking up behind him armed with a baton which is soon swung across his head, knocking the champion to the ground. The camera pans up to reveal Jared Holmes standing over him. Jared taps the baton idly in his hand before pointing it at Dag and pulling the trigger, sending a crackle of electricity through the weapon.
Jared Holmes: You're a particularly stupid bastard.
Dag stares Jared in the eyes, hocking back and spitting up onto the shirt of his assailant. Jared does not flinch as he wipes the spit from his shirt and plants a boot in Dag's chest. He lets his foot rest for a moment before raising a hand and snapping his fingers.
Jared Holmes: Feeding time, boys.
In a second, #BeachKrew boots are raining down on Dag from all angles as Dustin Beaver, Johnny Rabid, Andre Aquarius, Kyle Kemp, and John Gable proceed to beat him down.
Kyle Kemp: You think you can attack our friend and get away with this shit! You think you can mess with us and not end up in the hospital?!
John Gable: I've wanted to do this for a long time, Daggy. Now, I just have an excuse.
After a few minutes of vicious kicking and stomping, Jared snaps his fingers again. Andre and Gable drag Dag to his feet, his mouth now dripping with blood and his face swollen. Jared points the stun baton at Dag's chin, a jolt of electricity surging through the weapon in grave threat. Now it is Dag who does not blink, his eyes locked coldly on the Six God as his lips twist down into a snarl of hate.
Jared Holmes: So why'd ya do it, Fagvald? A little jealous? Needing a good career pep-me-up?
Dag laughs coldly, his eyes never leaving the Chosen One.
Dagvald Riddik: You really are that stupid, aren't you? Of course I didn't attack Wade; what in the bloody hell would I gain from taking out some no-name threat like him?
Dag paused for a moment, his lips slowly rising into a defiant and knowing smile.
Dagvald Riddik: But if there's any luck, whoever it is will keep this trend going; I wouldn't mind seeing you hospitalized next.
With another defiant spit, Dag splatters blood across the face of Jared Holmes. Jared reaches up to slowly wipe it from his face, his hand now covered in blood as he cocks his fist back to throw a final punch into Dag's stomach. As the champion gasps for air, Jared leans in to whisper to him.
Jared Holmes: Than consider yourself an example.
Andre and Gable let Dag drop, #BeachKrew turning and walking down the hall. Pushing onto his forearms, Dag yells after them.
Dagvald Riddik: You'll pay for this, Jared! Whether it's whoever put fatty out of his misery or me!
The camera fades to black.
Dagvald Riddik: Get the HELL OUT of my WAY!
Stepping
Jared Holmes: You're a particularly stupid bastard.
Dag stares Jared in the eyes, hocking back and spitting up onto the shirt of his assailant. Jared does not flinch as he wipes the spit from his shirt and plants a boot in Dag's chest. He lets his foot rest for a moment before raising a hand and snapping his fingers.
Jared Holmes: Feeding time, boys.
In a second, #BeachKrew boots are raining down on Dag from all angles as Dustin Beaver, Johnny Rabid, Andre Aquarius, Kyle Kemp, and John Gable proceed to beat him down.
Kyle Kemp: You think you can attack our friend and get away with this shit! You think you can mess with us and not end up in the hospital?!
John Gable: I've wanted to do this for a long time, Daggy. Now, I just have an excuse.
After a few minutes of vicious kicking and stomping, Jared snaps his fingers again. Andre and Gable drag Dag to his feet, his mouth now dripping with blood and his face swollen. Jared points the stun baton at Dag's chin, a jolt of electricity surging through the weapon in grave threat. Now it is Dag who does not blink, his eyes locked coldly on the Six God as his lips twist down into a snarl of hate.
Jared Holmes: So why'd ya do it, Fagvald? A little jealous? Needing a good career pep-me-up?
Dag laughs coldly, his eyes never leaving the Chosen One.
Dagvald Riddik: You really are that stupid, aren't you? Of course I didn't attack Wade; what in the bloody hell would I gain from taking out some no-name threat like him?
Dag paused for a moment, his lips slowly rising into a defiant and knowing smile.
Dagvald Riddik: But if there's any luck, whoever it is will keep this trend going; I wouldn't mind seeing you hospitalized next.
With another defiant spit, Dag splatters blood across the face of Jared Holmes. Jared reaches up to slowly wipe it from his face, his hand now covered in blood as he cocks his fist back to throw a final punch into Dag's stomach. As the champion gasps for air, Jared leans in to whisper to him.
Jared Holmes: Than consider yourself an example.
Andre and Gable let Dag drop, #BeachKrew turning and walking down the hall. Pushing onto his forearms, Dag yells after them.
Dagvald Riddik: You'll pay for this, Jared! Whether it's whoever put fatty out of his misery or me!
The camera fades to black.
