Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on May 1, 2016 2:04:48 GMT -5
Andre Holmes/Sarah Twilight/Crystal Knight vs Oblivion/Night Rider/Freezer Burn
THE ARIZONA TRAINING CENTER
Kettle bells, a rowing maching, barbells, medicine balls, stcks of railroad rail of various lengths, olympic rings dangling from the ceiling. These are just some of the things found in the training complex, and Freezer Burn stands in the midst of the kettle bells when Hank Brown walks in. The music of Mushroomhead echo from the overhead speakers.
Hank walks up, not with the usual confidence he would when approaching a WCF star. The recent weeks have left him abused time and again at the hands of Freezer Burn with actions that border and sometimes cross the boundaries of felonious. As he approaches the last twenty feet, Freezer Burn points toward the eat wall where a table is set-up.
Freeze: Wait for me there.
Hank opens his mouth to speak, but otherwise remains silent. Pondering his own private thoughts, he slowly closes his mouth and shrugs. With a more relaxed pace, he starts walking toward the table where a long, white box sits atop it. He complies because .. well .. this is farther than he's ever gotten with Freezer Burn without being assaulted. He assumes there won't be one this time.
Has he assumed wrong?
Hank watches Freeze do a pyramid of kettle bells from 35 and climbing up to 120 and declining back down to 35. Seems to Hank to take a long time, but he waits, expecting his patience to be well rewarded with the long overdo interview.
Finaly, Freeze makes his way over. Once at the table, Hank goes to speak, but Freeze cuts him off with the upraising of a single finger. Hank stands there waiting, as Freeze unlatches the two buckles of the leathhery vest. Once unbuckled, it peels off from Freeze as he places it onto the table and the exposure eitself is enough to make Hank white and pale with orror.
Hank: Jesus. Is that from that plane crash?
Freeze: Yup.
The entire left side is sunk in nearly an inch with only a single rib connecting from the back around to the sternum. The skin is textured like grated cheese with a large hash mark from armpit to naval and a surgical scar down the sternum. The texture of the flesh continues down under the pants where more damage has yet to be revealed. It wasn't until Freeze called his name for a thirs time that Hank realised he was quite rudely staring.
Hank: Sorry, what?
Freeze: I .. Said .. I have something for you.
Freezer Burn's hand caresses the long, white box. Hank finaly notices and swallows nervously.
Freeze: Seems I've been a bit .. harsh .. with you lately. Perhaps a little something to make amends. Had it specially made just for you.
Hank: Oh, you needn't have ..
Freeze lifts the lid from the long box, exposing the contents inside. He reaches in, pulling up 30 inches of microphone .. with a penis shaped head in place for the speeking element. At this point, the Mushroomhead selection stops to be replaced with Danzig. Hank stammers the remains of his reply.
Hank: .. bo .. bothered.
Freeze: And just to help make amends further, I'll even hold it for you as you speek into it. It's already programmed for your communications center parked outside, so you needn't bother with that clip on mic on your collar.
Hank reluctantly removed the clip on mic. His eyes glued on the penis shaped microphone dangling now just inches from his mouth.
Hank: How .. considerate of you.
Freeze: You'll have to get closer to the mic.
Hank lowers himself to within an inch of the mic, normal for the older handhold microphones.
Freeze: Closer.
Hank gets even closer and with his free hand, Freeze motions him closer still until Hank's lips touch the penis shaped head.
Freeze: Perfect. Got a question there?
Hanks pause gave Freeze all the incentive he needed. He brought the mic back and tapped it against Hank's mouth.
Freeze: Speak, bitch. Or don't you appreciate my present?
Freeze adjusts the base of the mic to his crotch. As Hank opens his mouth to protest his seeming lack of appreciation, Freeze prods the penis headed mic between Hanks lips.
Freeze: Sorry, didn't catch that. What did you say, bitch?
Hank:(muffled) Do you have any comments about the leeked conversation from earlier this week?
Freeze: Comments about my private conversation that YOU tapped, recorded, and pasted for everyone to see?
The mic moves back and forth, tap tap tapping again and again against Hank's mouth and lips as Freeze mockingly seems to be thinking on a response.
Freeze: Let me see. You caught my initial response when I was talking to my son. *tap* Before I had a chance to sit down and think things over. *tap* About who my partners are and who my opponents are. *tap* When I was venting frustrations out, clearing my head so I can think clearly later. *tap* And now you want my response to that? *tap* Hank. You're my bitch. And the metalic penis prodding your face is already answer to what I think of it.
The head of the mic lowers, and Hank follows as he attempts to ask his next question.
Hank: What would you like to change about what was said earlier?
The mic slowly slips side to side, the ehad brushing Hank's lips as again Freeze mocks contemplating his response. The mic lowers more and Hank follows like an obedient puppy.
Freeze: My opposition is definately top notch. Tough as nails and fully capable. That does NOT mean they will win this week. And the reason why is because of who they face.
First is me. I'm in a high demand situation, and I've been there before. Granted, not the Trios Cup, per say, but enough top dog matches to know how to get the job done at showtime. I know how to inflict pain in ways you just simply don't adjust to. Granted, the testicular claw is a bit out of place in this match with two female opponents, but I adjust. I know how to change moves, how to change speed, how to control a match and turn numbers disadvantages to my benefit.
Now let's look at Night Rider. He already understands the ins and outs of WCF. He knows what it takes to succeed here. His previous employment makes him an even more dangerous man than he was before. He's the guy they call when the Feds can't get the job done, and it needs done .. permanantly. VERY .. permanantly.
Last, but not at all least, is Oblivion. Mangod? Demonspawn? Alien abduction and experimentation? Not sure which, but he was a seriously bad ass hardcore dude before all that. Hell, after my Vlad match back in the day, where we burned down the arena in 94 minutes of hell, I've been hoping and praying to have the chance to find someone that could give me an even bigger and better match. OBLIVION .. is that man, that match. NOT Andre Holmes. NOT Sarah Twilight. NOT Crystal Knight.
Someday, there will be an Oblivion versus Freezer Burn match. I look forward to it with all my heart. And it will be as friends. Me and Vlad were friends. We understood each other well enough not to dare give less than one billion percent. And we were carted off in stretchers as better friends. Someday. Not this week. Not in the next month. But someday, before I die, there will be Freeze and Oblivion giving our all.
The microphone head had slowly dipped down, Hank is on all fours now with his head tilted upward slightly to look at Freeze.
Hank: Sir, could you..
Freeze: Call me Master.
Hank: Uhh.. Master .. could you tell me about the vest?
Freeze looked down at Hank, on all fours, with a penis shaped mic between his lips, big brown eyes staring up and begging for answers, while calling me Master.
Freeze: OK, Bitch. You can obviously see that I don't have any muscle tissue to protect my side and a few missing ribs there. The internal organs are unprotected on that side. The vest is padded and shaped on that side to immitate muscle density. It's no more protective than normal muscle tissue, and in fact is even less protective because of the lack of structure and additional protection provided by the ribs.
Interview over.
Hank: But I..
Freeze: Interview is over, Bitch. You may leave now.
Hank: Yes, Master.
Hank gets off the concrete floor and heads to the door with two and a half feet of penis shaped microphone in hand. Once at the door he pauses, his head hangs low a moment as he realises what all just happened. Guns N Roses 'Welcome to the Jungle' starts playing over the overhead speakers as Hank takes the walk of shame outside.
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SUMMARY-
-Trios Cup
-Bitch
-Master
-Microphone
-Hank
-Freezer Burn's Vest
